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Sorrow and grief of heart
Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man; [185]
Yet he is come.

[Richard and attendants descend.]

BOLINGBROKE He kneels down.

Stand all apart,
And show fair duty to his Majesty.

My gracious lord.

RICHARD

Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee [190]
To make the base earth proud with kissing it.
Me rather had my heart might feel your love
Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.
Up, cousin, up. Your heart is up, I know,
Thus high at least, although your knee be low. [195]

BOLINGBROKE

My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.

RICHARD

Your own is yours, and I am yours and all.

BOLINGBROKE

So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
As my true service shall deserve your love.

RICHARD

Well you deserve. They well deserve to have [200]
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. [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?