Both to defend himself, and to approve combatants. Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, [A charge sounded. 2 Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again : And for we think the eagle-winged pride To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep; Which so roused up with boisterous untuned drums, With harsh-resounding trumpets' dreaded bray, Therefore we banish you our territories: Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields, Shall not regreet our fair dominions, But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Boling. Your will be done: this must my comfort be, That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; And those his golden beams, to you here lent, K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with some unwillingness pronounce : Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth. As to be cast forth in the common air, That knows no touch to tune the harmony. What is thy sentence, then, but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath? K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate; After our sentence plaining comes too late. Nor. Then thus I turn me from my country's light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night. [Retiring. K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with thee. Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands; 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; As now our flesh is banish'd from this land: ; Nor. No, Bolingbroke; if ever I were traitor, My name be blotted from the book of life, But what thou art, heaven, thou, and I do know; eyes I see thy grieved heart; thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away :-[to BOLING.] six frozen winters spent, Return with welcome home from banishment. 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; But little vantage shall I reap thereby ; For ere the six years that he hath to spend My oil-dried lamp, and time-bewasted light, Gaunt. But not a minute, king, that thou 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, K. Rich. Thy son is banish'd upon good advice, You urged me as a judge; but I had rather 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. [Flourish. Exeunt K. RICHARD and Train. Aum. Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know, From where you do remain, let paper show. Mar. My lord, no leave take Î; 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 Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for that |