Meaning, the King at Pomfert. Come, let's go; I am the King's friend and will rid his foe. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Pomfret. The Dungeon of the Castle. Enter King RICHARD. K. Rich. I have been studying how I may compare This prison, where I live, unto the world: I cannot do it: Yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; The better sort,As thoughts of things divine, are internix'd With scruples, and do set the word itself Against the word: As thus, Come, little ones; and then again,- Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars, With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd [Musick. Ha, ha! keep time: -How sour sweet musick is, When time is broke, and no proportion kept! So is it in the musick of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear, To check time broke in a disorder'd string; But, for the concord of my state and time, Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock: My thoughts are minutes; and, with sighs, they jar Their watches on to mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now, Sir, the sound, that tells what hour it is, Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: So sighs, and tears, and groans, Groom. Hail, royal Prince! The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. Wich much ado, at length have gotten leave How went he under him? Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground. K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down, Enter Keeper, with a dish. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. [To the Groom, K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say. [Exit. Keep. My Lord, will't please you to fall to? K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. Keep. My Lord, I dare not; Sir Pierce of Ex ton, who Lately came from the King, commands the con trary. K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it, [Beats the Keeper, Keep. Help, help, help! Enter EXTON, and Servants, armed. K, Rich. How now? what means death in this rude assault? Villain, they own hand yields thy death's in strument. [Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [He kills another; then ExTON strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person. - Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the King's blood stain'd the King's own land. Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. [Dies. Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood: Both have I spilt; O, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me -I did well, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead King to the living King I'll bear;— Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Windsor. A Room in the Castle. Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE, and YORK, with Lords and Attendants. Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear, Is that the rebels have consum'd with fire But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not. |