Swear by the duty that you owe to heaven, You never shall (so help you truth and heaven!) This lowering tempest of your home-bred hate; To plot, contrive, or complot any ill, 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land. Boling. I swear. Nor. And I, to keep all this. Boling. Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy; ➡ By this time, had the King permitted us One of our souls had wander'd in the air, Banish'd this frail sepulcher of our flesh, As now our flesh is banish'd from this land: Confess thy treasons, ere thou fly the realm; Since thou hast far to go, bear not along The clogging burden of a guilty soul. Nor. No, Bolingbroke; if ever I were traitor, My name be blotted from the book of life, And I from heaven banish'd, as from hence! But what thou art, heaven, thou, and I do know: And all too soon, I fear, the King shall rue.— Farewell, my Liege :-Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way. [Exit. K. Rich. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect Boling. How long a time lies in one little word! Four lagging winters, and four wanton springs, End in a word; Such is the breath of Kings, Gaunt. I thank my Liege, that, in regard of me, He shortens four years of my son's exile: My oil-dried lamp, and time-bewasted light, Gaunt. But not a minute, King, that thou canst give: Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow! Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave; tion sour. You nrg'd me as a judge; but I had rather, You would have bid me argue like a father: — O, had it been a stranger, not my child, To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: A partial slander sought I to avoid, And in the sentence my own life destroy'd. Six years we banish him, and he shall go. From where you do remain, let paper show. Mar. M Lord, no leave takeĮ; for I will ride, As far as land will let me, by your side. Gaunt, O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words, That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends? Boling. I have too few to take my leave of you, When the tongue's office should be prodigal hour ten. Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak'st for pleasure. Boling. My heart will sigh, when I miscall it so, Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage. Gaunt, The sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteem a foil, wherein thou art so set The precious jewel of thy home-return. Boling Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make, Will but remember me, what a deal of world- Gaunt, All places that the eye of heaven vi Are to a wise man ports and happy havens': Think not, the King did banish thee; But thou the King: Woe doth the heavier sit, Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour, The grass whereon thou tread'st, the strew'd; presence The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or wallow naked in December snow, I would not stay. Had I thy youth, and cause, My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! SCENE IV. The same. A Room in the King's Castle. Enter King RICHARD, BAGOT, and GREEN; AUMERLE following. K. Rich. We did observe. Cousin Aumerle, How far brought you high Hereford on his way? Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call him so, But to the next highway, and there I left him. K. Rich. And, say, what store of parting tears were shed? Aum. 'Faith, noue by me: except the northeast wind, Which then blew bitterly against our faces, Awak'd the sleeping rheum; and so, by chance, Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. |