| ACT III SCENE III | Wales. Before Flint castle. | |
| | Enter, with drum and colours, HENRY BOLINGBROKE,DUKE OF YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, Attendants, and forces | |
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | So that by this intelligence we learn | |
| | The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury | |
| | Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed | |
| | With some few private friends upon this coast. | 5 |
| NORTHUMBERLAND | The news is very fair and good, my lord: | |
| | Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. | |
| DUKE OF YORK | It would beseem the Lord Northumberland | |
| | To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day | |
| | When such a sacred king should hide his head. | 10 |
| NORTHUMBERLAND | Your grace mistakes; only to be brief | |
| | Left I his title out. | |
| DUKE OF YORK | The time hath been, | |
| | Would you have been so brief with him, he would | |
| | Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, | 15 |
| | For taking so the head, your whole head's length. | |
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | Mistake not, uncle, further than you should. | |
| DUKE OF YORK | Take not, good cousin, further than you should. | |
| | Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads. | |
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself | 20 |
| | Against their will. But who comes here? | |
| | Enter HENRY PERCY | |
| | Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield? | |
| HENRY PERCY | The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, | |
| | Against thy entrance. | |
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | Royally! | 25 |
| | Why, it contains no king? | |
| HENRY PERCY | Yes, my good lord, | |
| | It doth contain a king; King Richard lies | |
| | Within the limits of yon lime and stone: | |
| | And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, | 30 |
| | Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman | |
| | Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn. | |
| NORTHUMBERLAND | O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle. | |
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | Noble lords, | |
| | Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; | 35 |
| | Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley | |
| | Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: | |
| | Henry Bolingbroke | |
| | On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand | |
| | And sends allegiance and true faith of heart | 40 |
| | To his most royal person, hither come | |
| | Even at his feet to lay my arms and power, | |
| | Provided that my banishment repeal'd | |
| | And lands restored again be freely granted: | |
| | If not, I'll use the advantage of my power | 45 |
| | And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood | |
| | Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: | |
| | The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke | |
| | It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench | |
| | The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land, | 50 |
| | My stooping duty tenderly shall show. | |
| | Go, signify as much, while here we march | |
| | Upon the grassy carpet of this plain. | |
| | Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, | |
| | That from this castle's tatter'd battlements | 55 |
| | Our fair appointments may be well perused. | |
| | Methinks King Richard and myself should meet | |
| | With no less terror than the elements | |
| | Of fire and water, when their thundering shock | |
| | At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. | 60 |
| | Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: | |
| | The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain | |
| | My waters; on the earth, and not on him. | |
| | March on, and mark King Richard how he looks. | |
| | Parle without, and answer within. Then a flourish.Enter on the walls, KING RICHARD II, the BISHOP OFCARLISLE, DUKE OF AUMERLE, SIR STEPHEN SCROOP, andEARL OF SALISBURY | |
| | See, see, King Richard doth himself appear, | 65 |
| | As doth the blushing discontented sun | |
| | From out the fiery portal of the east, | |
| | When he perceives the envious clouds are bent | |
| | To dim his glory and to stain the track | |
| | Of his bright passage to the occident. | 70 |
| DUKE OF YORK | Yet looks he like a king: behold, his eye, | |
| | As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth | |
| | Controlling majesty: alack, alack, for woe, | |
| | That any harm should stain so fair a show! | |
| KING RICHARD II | We are amazed; and thus long have we stood | 75 |
| | To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, | |
| | To NORTHUMBERLAND | |
| | Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: | |
| | And if we be, how dare thy joints forget | |
| | To pay their awful duty to our presence? | |
| | If we be not, show us the hand of God | 80 |
| | That hath dismissed us from our stewardship; | |
| | For well we know, no hand of blood and bone | |
| | Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, | |
| | Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp. | |
| | And though you think that all, as you have done, | 85 |
| | Have torn their souls by turning them from us, | |
| | And we are barren and bereft of friends; | |
| | Yet know, my master, God omnipotent, | |
| | Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf | |
| | Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike | 90 |
| | Your children yet unborn and unbegot, | |
| | That lift your vassal hands against my head | |
| | And threat the glory of my precious crown. | |
| | Tell Bolingbroke--for yond methinks he stands-- | |
| | That every stride he makes upon my land | 95 |
| | Is dangerous treason: he is come to open | |
| | The purple testament of bleeding war; | |
| | But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, | |
| | Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons | |
| | Shall ill become the flower of England's face, | 100 |
| | Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace | |
| | To scarlet indignation and bedew | |
| | Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. | |
| NORTHUMBERLAND | The king of heaven forbid our lord the king | |
| | Should so with civil and uncivil arms | 105 |
| | Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin | |
| | Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand; | |
| | And by the honourable tomb he swears, | |
| | That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones, | |
| | And by the royalties of both your bloods, | 110 |
| | Currents that spring from one most gracious head, | |
| | And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt, | |
| | And by the worth and honour of himself, | |
| | Comprising all that may be sworn or said, | |
| | His coming hither hath no further scope | 115 |
| | Than for his lineal royalties and to beg | |
| | Enfranchisement immediate on his knees: | |
| | Which on thy royal party granted once, | |
| | His glittering arms he will commend to rust, | |
| | His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart | 120 |
| | To faithful service of your majesty. | |
| | This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; | |
| | And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him. | |
| KING RICHARD II | Northumberland, say thus the king returns: | |
| | His noble cousin is right welcome hither; | 125 |
| | And all the number of his fair demands | |
| | Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction: | |
| | With all the gracious utterance thou hast | |
| | Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. | |
| | We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not, | 130 |
| | To DUKE OF AUMERLE | |
| | To look so poorly and to speak so fair? | |
| | Shall we call back Northumberland, and send | |
| | Defiance to the traitor, and so die? | |
| DUKE OF AUMERLE | No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words | |
| | Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords. | 135 |
| KING RICHARD II | O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine, | |
| | That laid the sentence of dread banishment | |
| | On yon proud man, should take it off again | |
| | With words of sooth! O that I were as great | |
| | As is my grief, or lesser than my name! | 140 |
| | Or that I could forget what I have been, | |
| | Or not remember what I must be now! | |
| | Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat, | |
| | Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. | |
| DUKE OF AUMERLE | Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. | 145 |
| KING RICHARD II | What must the king do now? must he submit? | |
| | The king shall do it: must he be deposed? | |
| | The king shall be contented: must he lose | |
| | The name of king? o' God's name, let it go: | |
| | I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, | 150 |
| | My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, | |
| | My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, | |
| | My figured goblets for a dish of wood, | |
| | My sceptre for a palmer's walking staff, | |
| | My subjects for a pair of carved saints | 155 |
| | And my large kingdom for a little grave, | |
| | A little little grave, an obscure grave; | |
| | Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, | |
| | Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet | |
| | May hourly trample on their sovereign's head; | 160 |
| | For on my heart they tread now whilst I live; | |
| | And buried once, why not upon my head? | |
| | Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin! | |
| | We'll make foul weather with despised tears; | |
| | Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn, | 165 |
| | And make a dearth in this revolting land. | |
| | Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, | |
| | And make some pretty match with shedding tears? | |
| | As thus, to drop them still upon one place, | |
| | Till they have fretted us a pair of graves | 170 |
| | Within the earth; and, therein laid,--there lies | |
| | Two kinsmen digg'd their graves with weeping eyes. | |
| | Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see | |
| | I talk but idly, and you laugh at me. | |
| | Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland, | 175 |
| | What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty | |
| | Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? | |
| | You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay. | |
| NORTHUMBERLAND | My lord, in the base court he doth attend | |
| | To speak with you; may it please you to come down. | 180 |
| KING RICHARD II | Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon, | |
| | Wanting the manage of unruly jades. | |
| | In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, | |
| | To come at traitors' calls and do them grace. | |
| | In the base court? Come down? Down, court! | 185 |
| | down, king! | |
| | For night-owls shriek where mounting larks | |
| | should sing. | |
| | Exeunt from above | |
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | What says his majesty? | |
| NORTHUMBERLAND | Sorrow and grief of heart | 190 |
| | Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man | |
| | Yet he is come. | |
| | Enter KING RICHARD and his attendants below | |
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | Stand all apart, | |
| | And show fair duty to his majesty. | |
| | He kneels down | |
| | My gracious lord,-- | 195 |
| KING RICHARD II | Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee | |
| | To make the base earth proud with kissing it: | |
| | Me rather had my heart might feel your love | |
| | Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy. | |
| | Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, | 200 |
| | Thus high at least, although your knee be low. | |
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. | |
| KING RICHARD II | Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. | |
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, | |
| | As my true service shall deserve your love. | 205 |
| KING RICHARD II | Well you deserve: they well deserve to have, | |
| | That know the strong'st and surest way to get. | |
| | Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes; | |
| | Tears show their love, but want their remedies. | |
| | Cousin, I am too young to be your father, | 210 |
| | Though you are old enough to be my heir. | |
| | 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? | |
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | Yea, my good lord. | 215 |
| KING RICHARD II | Then I must not say no. | |
| | Flourish. Exeunt | |