Drums; flourish and colours. Enter KING RICHARD II, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, DUKE OF AUMERLE, and Soldiers KING RICHARD II Barkloughly castle call they this at hand? DUKE OF AUMERLE Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air, After your late tossing on the breaking seas? KING RICHARD II Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again.
Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs:
As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favours with my royal hands.
Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense;
But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way, Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet Which with usurping steps do trample thee:
Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies;
And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.
Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords:
This earth shall have a feeling and these stones Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms. BISHOP OF CARLISLE Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.
The means that heaven yields must be embraced, And not neglected; else, if heaven would, And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse, The proffer'd means of succor and redress. DUKE OF AUMERLE He means, my lord, that we are too remiss;
Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, Grows strong and great in substance and in power. KING RICHARD II Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not That when the searching eye of heaven is hid, Behind the globe, that lights the lower world, Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen In murders and in outrage, boldly here;
But when from under this terrestrial ball He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines And darts his light through every guilty hole, Then murders, treasons and detested sins, The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves?
So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, Who all this while hath revell'd in the night Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes, Shall see us rising in our throne, the east, His treasons will sit blushing in his face, Not able to endure the sight of day, But self-affrighted tremble at his sin.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king;
The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord:
For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right.
Enter EARL OF SALISBURY
Welcome, my lord how far off lies your power? EARL OF SALISBURY Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
One day too late, I fear me, noble lord, Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth:
O, call back yesterday, bid time return, And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!
To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state:
For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead.
Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled. DUKE OF AUMERLE Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale? KING RICHARD II But now the blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;
And, till so much blood thither come again, Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
All souls that will be safe fly from my side, For time hath set a blot upon my pride. DUKE OF AUMERLE Comfort, my liege; remember who you are. KING RICHARD II I had forgot myself; am I not king?
Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest.
Is not the king's name twenty thousand names?
Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes At thy great glory. Look not to the ground, Ye favourites of a king: are we not high?
High be our thoughts: I know my uncle York Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who comes here?
Enter SIR STEPHEN SCROOP SIR STEPHEN SCROOP More health and happiness betide my liege Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him! KING RICHARD II Mine ear is open and my heart prepared;
The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.
Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care And what loss is it to be rid of care?
Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?
Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, We'll serve Him too and be his fellow so:
Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend;
They break their faith to God as well as us:
Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay:
The worst is death, and death will have his day. SIR STEPHEN SCROOP Glad am I that your highness is so arm'd To bear the tidings of calamity.