doth attend To speak with you. May it please you to come down? 

 KING RICHARD. Down, down I come, like glist’ring Phaëthon, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, To come at traitors’ calls, and do them grace. In the base court? Come down? Down, court! down, king! For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing. 

 [Exeunt from above.]

 BOLINGBROKE. What says his Majesty? 

 NORTHUMBERLAND. Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly like a frantic man. Yet he is come. 

 Enter King Richard and his attendants.

King Richard

 BOLINGBROKE. Stand all apart, And show fair duty to his Majesty. [Kneeling.] My gracious lord. 

 KING RICHARD. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee To make the base earth proud with kissing it. Me rather had my heart might feel your love Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy. Up, cousin, up. Your heart is up, I know, Thus high at least, although your knee be low. 

 BOLINGBROKE. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. 

 KING RICHARD. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. 

 BOLINGBROKE. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love. 

 KING RICHARD. Well you deserve. They well deserve to have That know the strong’st and surest way to get. Uncle, give me your hands. Nay, dry your eyes. Tears show their love, but want their remedies. Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir. What you will have, I’ll give, and willing too; For do we must what force will have us do. Set on towards London, cousin, is it so? 

 BOLINGBROKE. Yea, my good lord. 

 KING RICHARD. Then I must not say no. 

 [Flourish. Exeunt.]

 SCENE IV. Langley. The Duke of York’s garden.

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