Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,
Thus high at least, although your knee be low.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
KING RICHARD II Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
As my true service shall deserve your love.
KING RICHARD II 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?
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Yea, my good lord.
KING RICHARD II Then I must not say no.
[Flourish. Exeunt]
KING RICHARD II
ACT III
SCENE IV LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's garden.
[Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies]
QUEEN What sport shall we devise here in this garden,
To drive away the heavy thought of care?
Lady Madam, we'll play at bowls.
QUEEN 'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs,
And that my fortune rubs against the bias.
Lady Madam, we'll dance.
QUEEN My legs can keep no measure in delight,
When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:
Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.
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