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The purest treasure mortal times afford
These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
SHE CONTINUES TO KNOCK
The swelling difference of your settled hate.
We will not stay.
This blessed plot, this earth,
But if you faint, as fearing to do so,
Of that sweet way I was in to despair!
Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth,
Is not the King's name twenty thousand names?
And speaking it, he wistly looked on thee,
Your husband, he is gone to save far off,
And then betwixt me and my married wife.
Most degenerate King!
My legs can keep no measure in delight,
The banished Bolingbroke repeals himself,
Be swift like lightning in the execution. Be valiant and live.
The flowers fair ladies,
It is very true, my grief lies all within;
Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
And all your southern gentlemen in arms upon his party.
Post you to London,
Good aunt, stand up.
Think not the King did banish thee,
Ay,
Damned without redemption!
Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,
I know not what to do!
As my true service shall deserve your love.
In name of lending for your highness' soldiers,
Why am I sent for to a king,
bear not along the clogging burden of a guilty soul.
And none contented:
Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen?
Which I with some unwillingness pronounce
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No, good, my lord.
To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?
And mark King Richard how he looks.
Till he be eased
And prick my tender patience to those thoughts
Save men's opinions and my living blood
Bad men, you violate
And thou shalt know
Imp out our drooping country's broken wing,
At Ravenspurgh. Now God in heaven forbid!
Shalt break into corruption
That speaks thy words again to do thee harm.
Ah, how long
Rise up, good aunt!
Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.
They might have lived to bear and he to taste
Was it not so? Quoth he.
Your will be done.
Upon his visage.
Yet a true-born Englishman.
What is the matter, my lord? Ho! Who's within there?
Would God that any in this noble presence
Didst thou not mark the king,
Glad am I that your highness is so armed
O my liege, Pardon me, if you please
'Base court, where kings grow base,
Where lies he? At Lancaster.
I pardon him,
Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.
As I was banished, I was banished Hereford
In peace was never gentle lamb more mild.
I thank my liege that in regard of me
Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,
Thy thrice noble cousin, Harry Bolingbroke,
His tongue now is a stringless instrument
This music mads me; let it sound no more;
Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,
Here am I left to underprop his land,
Because we ever have been near the King.
But not a minute, King, that thou canst give.
A royal king,
So may you by my dull and heavy eye.
Which honour and allegiance can not think.
To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,
Conveyers are you all,
Well, well, I see...
Knowest thou not that when the searching eye of heaven is hid,
Near to the King in blood, and near in love
This other Eden,
Go thou and, like an executioner,
I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.
I could weep, madam, would it do you good.
If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,
Let not tomorrow then ensue today. Be not thyself.
And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.
O what pity is it
To my father's seat
Through brazen trumpet, send the breath of parley
Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood,
Shall here inhabit, and this land be called
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves.
Look upon his face;
And noble uncle, I beseech your grace,
To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?
Well, he is gone,
What means our cousin that he stares and looks so wildly?
'Gainst us, our state, our subjects or our land.
Now is this golden crown
Yet to wash your blood
My only comfort is that heaven will take our souls
A lunatic lean-witted fool!
And thus long have we stood
Give me the glass, and therein will I read.
What says King Bolingbroke?
Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest.
On some apparent danger seen in the Duke
Come, my old son.
After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
The woe's to come; the children yet unborn
For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear.
But die not shame with thee!
And urged it twice together, did he not?
The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.
Lord Marshal,
The King reposes all his confidence in thee.
All murdered.
It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.
But he, in twelve,
And unavoidable is the danger now. Not so.
Hold out my horse and I will be first there.
King Richard lies within the limits of yon lime and stone,