Strike up the drum.
[♦] Duch. I prithee, hear me speak.
K. Rich. You speak too bitterly.
180 Duch. Hear me a word;
For I shall never speak to thee again.
K. Rich. So.
[♦] Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God’s just ordinance,
[♦] Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror,
[185] Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish
[♦] And never look upon thy face again.