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peace with Bolingbroke。 SCROOP。 Peace have they made with him indeed；
my lord。 KING RICHARD。 O villains； vipers； damn'd without redemption！
Dogs； easily won to fawn on any man！ Snakes； in my heart…blood warm'd；
that sting my heart！ Three Judases； each one thrice worse than Judas！
Would they make peace？ Terrible hell make war Upon their spotted souls
for this offence！ SCROOP。 Sweet love； I see； changing his property； Turns
to the sourest and most deadly hate。 Again uncurse their souls； their peace
is made With heads； and not with hands； those whom you curse Have felt
the worst of death's destroying wound And lie full low； grav'd in the
hollow ground。 AUMERLE。 Is Bushy； Green； and the Earl of Wiltshire
dead？ SCROOP。 Ay； all of them at Bristow lost their heads。 AUMERLE。
Where is the Duke my father with his power？ KING RICHARD。 No
matter where…of comfort no man speak。 Let's talk of graves； of worms； and
epitaphs； Make dust our paper； and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the
bosom of the earth。 Let's choose executors and talk of wills； And yet not
so…for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground？ Our
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lands； our lives； and an； are Bolingbroke's。 And nothing can we can our
own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as
paste and cover to our bones。 For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings： How some have been depos'd；
some slain in war； Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd； Some
poison'd by their wives； some sleeping kill'd； All murder'd…for within the
hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his
court； and there the antic sits； Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp；
Allowing him a breath； a little scene； To monarchize； be fear'd； and kill
with looks； Infusing him with self and vain conceit； As if this flesh which
walls about our life Were brass impregnable； and； humour'd thus； Comes
at the last； and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall； and farewell；
king！ Cover your heads； and mock not flesh and blood With solemn
reverence； throw away respect； Tradition； form； and ceremonious duty；
For you have but mistook me all this while。 I live with bread like you； feel
want； Taste grief； need friends： subjected thus； How can you say to me I
am a king？ CARLISLE。 My lord； wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes；
But presently prevent the ways to wail。 To fear the foe； since fear
oppresseth strength； Gives； in your weakness； strength unto your foe； And
so your follies fight against yourself。 Fear and be slain…no worse can come
to fight； And fight and die is death destroying death； Where fearing dying
pays death servile breath。 AUMERLE。 My father hath a power； inquire of
him； And learn to make a body of a limb。 KING RICHARD。 Thou chid'st
me well。 Proud Bolingbroke； I come To change blows with thee for our
day of doom。 This ague fit of fear is over…blown； An easy task it is to win
our own。 Say； Scroop； where lies our uncle with his power？ Speak sweetly；
man； although thy looks be sour。 SCROOP。 Men judge by the complexion
of the sky The state in inclination of the day； So may you by my dull and
heavy eye； My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say。 I play the torturer； by
small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken： Your uncle
York is join'd with Bolingbroke； And all your northern castles yielded up；
And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party。 KING
RICHARD。 Thou hast said enough。 ＇To AUMERLE＇ Beshrew thee；
cousin； which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despair！
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What say you now？ What comfort have we now？ By heaven； I'll hate him
everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more。 Go to Flint Castle；
there I'll pine away； A king； woe's slave； shall kingly woe obey。 That
power I have； discharge； and let them go To ear the land that hath some
hope to grow； For I have none。 Let no man speak again To alter this； for
counsel is but vain。 AUMERLE。 My liege； one word。 KING RICHARD。
He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his
tongue。 Discharge my followers； let them hence away； From Richard's
night to Bolingbroke's fair day。 Exeunt
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SCENE 3。 Wales。 Before Flint Castle
Enter； with drum and colours； BOLINGBROKE； YORK；
NORTHUMBERLAND； and forces
BOLINGBROKE。 So that by this intelligence we learn The
Welshmen are dispers'd； and Salisbury Is gone to meet the King； who
lately landed With some few private friends upon this coast。
NORTHUMBERLAND。 The news is very fair and good； my lord。 Richard
not far from hence hath hid his head。 YORK。 It would beseem the Lord
Northumberland To say 'King Richard。' Alack the heavy day When such a
sacred king should hide his head！ NORTHUMBERLAND。 Your Grace
mistakes； only to be brief； Left I his title out。 YORK。 The time hath been；
Would you have been so brief with him； he would Have been so brief with
you to shorten you； For taking so the head； your whole head's length。
BOLINGBROKE。 Mistake not； uncle； further than you should。 YORK。
Take not； good cousin； further than you should； Lest you mistake。 The
heavens are over our heads。 BOLINGBROKE。 I know it； uncle； and
oppose not myself Against their will。 But who comes here？
Enter PERCY
Welcome； Harry。 What； will not this castle yield？ PIERCY。 The castle
royally is mann'd； my lord； Against thy entrance。 BOLINGBROKE。
Royally！ Why； it contains no king？ 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； Sir Stephen Scroop；
besides a clergyman Of holy reverence； who； I cannot learn。
NORTHUMBERLAND。 O； belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle。
BOLINGBROKE。 ＇To NORTHUMBERLAND＇ Noble lord； Go to the
rude ribs of that ancient castle； Through brazen