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62 KING RICHARD II. [Act HI.
Up, cousin, up ; your heart is up, I know
Thus high at least [Touching his own head] although your knee
he low. 195
Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I;am youjs, and all
Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
As my true service shall deserve your love.
K. Rich. Well you deserve :—they well deserve to have 200
That know the strong’st and surest way to get.
Uncle, give me your hand : nay, dry your eyes ;
Tears shew their love, but want their remedies.— / i
Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
Though you are old enough to be my heir, i ^ 205
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 ?
Boling. Yea, my good lord.
K. Rich. Then I must not say no.
[Flourish. Exeunt.
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 ? '
First Lady. Madam, we’ll play at bowls. *
Queen. ’Twill make me think the world is full of rubs,
And that my fortune runs against the bias. 5
First Lady. Madam, we ’ll dance.
Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight,
When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: K v ' 'J " ^
Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.
First Lady. Madam, we ’ll tell tales.
Queen. Of sorrow or of joy ? 10
First Lady. Of either, madam.