RICHARD.
Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
How went he under him?
GROOM.
So proudly as if he disdained the ground.
RICHARD.
So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down,
Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck
Of that proud man that did usurp his back?
Forgiveness, horse! Why do I rail on thee,
Since thou, created to be awed by man,
Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse,
And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
Spurred, galled and tired by jauncing Bolingbroke.
Enter Keeper with a dish.
KEEPER. [To the Groom.]
Fellow, give place. Here is no longer stay.
RICHARD.
If thou love me, ’tis time thou wert away.
GROOM.
My tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
[Exit.]
KEEPER.
My lord, will’t please you to fall to?
RICHARD.
Taste of it first as thou art wont to do.