Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.[1409]15
York. Take not, good cousin, further than you should,[1409]
Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads.[1410]
Boling. I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself[1411]
Against their will. But who comes here?[1412]
Enter Percy.
Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield?[1413]20
Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,[1414]
Against thy entrance.[1415]
Boling. Royally![1416]
Why, it contains no king?[1416]
Percy. Yes, my good lord,
It doth contain a king; King Richard lies[1417]25
Within the limits of yon lime and stone:[1418]
And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,[1419]
Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman
Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.
North. O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.[1420][1421]30
Boling. Noble lords,[1421][1422]
Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle;
Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley[1423]
Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver:[1424]
Henry Bolingbroke[1424][1425][1426]35
On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand[1426][1427]
And sends allegiance and true faith of heart[1428]
To his most royal person; hither come[1429]
Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,[1430]
Provided that my banishment repeal'd40
And lands restored again be freely granted:
If not, I'll use the advantage of my power
And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood
Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen:[1431]
The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke[1432]45
It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench[1433]
The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land,
My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
Go, signify as much, while here we march
Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.50
Let's march without the noise of threatening drum,[1434]
That from this castle's tatter'd battlements[1435]
Our fair appointments may be well perused.
Methinks King Richard and myself should meet
With no less terror than the elements55
Of fire and water, when their thundering shock[1436]
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:[1437]
The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain[1437][1438]
My waters; on the earth, and not on him.[1437][1439]60
March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.