Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
These words hereafter thy tormentors be!
Convey me to my bed, then to my grave:
Love they to live that love and honour have.
[Exit, borne off by his Attendants]
KING RICHARD II And let them die that age and sullens have;
For both hast thou, and both become the grave.
DUKE OF YORK I do beseech your majesty, impute his words
To wayward sickliness and age in him:
He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear
As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here.
KING RICHARD II Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his;
As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.
[Enter NORTHUMBERLAND]
NORTHUMBERLAND My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.
KING RICHARD II What says he?
NORTHUMBERLAND Nay, nothing; all is said
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
DUKE OF YORK Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!
Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
KING RICHARD II The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
So much for that. Now for our Irish wars:
We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns,
Which live like venom where no venom else
But only they have privilege to live.
And for these great affairs do ask some charge,
Towards our assistance we do seize to us
The plate, corn, revenues and moveables,
Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd.
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