From Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Oxford 1911)/Volume 4/The Tragedy of King Richard the Second by Oxford 1911

: Noble lord, :Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; :Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley :Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: :Henry Bolingbroke :On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand, :And sends allegiance and true faith of heart :To his most royal person; hither come :Even at his feet to lay my arms and power, :Provided that my banishment repeal'd :And lands restor'd again be freely granted; :If not, I'll use the advantage of my power :And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood :Rain'd from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen; :The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke :It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench :The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land, :My stooping duty tenderly shall show. :Go, signify as much, while here we march :Upon the grassy carpet of this plain. :Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, :That from this castle's totter'd battlements :Our fair appointments may be well perus'd. :Methinks King Richard and myself should meet :With no less terror than the elements :Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock :At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. :Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water; :The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain :My waters; on the earth, and not on him. :March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.

Bolingbroke Monologue from Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Oxford 1911)/Volume 4/The Tragedy of King Richard the Second

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