I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;- Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. For I am loath to break our country's laws. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A CAMP IN WALES. Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. Cap. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the king; man; The king reposeth all his confidence In thee. Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.— Fall to the base earth from the firmament! [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I. BOLINGBROKE'S CAMP AT BRISTOL. Enter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Percy, Willoughby, Ross; Officers behind with Bushy and Green, prisoners. Boling. Bring forth these men.— Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs. Myself a prince, by fortune of my birth; Near to the king in blood; and near in love, Till you did make him misinterpret me, Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Dispark'd my parks, and fell'd my forest woods; This, and much more, much more than twice all this, Condemns you to the death:-See them deliver'd over To execution and the hand of death. Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me, Than Bolingbroke to England.-Lords, farewel. Green. My comfort is,-that heaven will take our souls, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them despatch'd. [Exeunt Northumberland and Others, with prisoners. Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated: Tell her, I send to her my kind commends; Take special care my greetings be deliver❜d. York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, away; To fight with Glendower and his complices; [Exeunt. SCENE II. THE COAST OF WALES. A CASTLE IN VIEW. Flourish: drums and trumpets. Enter King Richard, Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, and Soldiers. K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand? Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace the air, After late tossing on the breaking seas? K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep for joy, To stand upon my kingdom once again. Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting; |