K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
As my true service shall deserve your love.
K. Rich. Well you deserve: they well deserve to have,[1495]200
That know the strong'st and surest way to get.
Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes;[1496]
Tears show their love, but want their remedies.
Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
Though you are old enough to be my heir.[1497]205
What you will have, I'll give, and willing too;
For do we must what force will have us do.
Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?[1498]
Boling. Yea, my good lord.
K. Rich. Then I must not say no.
[Flourish. Exeunt.[1499]
Scene IV. Langley. The Duke of York's garden.
Enter the Queen and two Ladies.[1500]
Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this garden,
To drive away the heavy thought of care?
Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.[1501]