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Under whose colours he had fought so long. [100]
BOLINGBROKE
Why, Bishop, is Norfolk dead?
CARLISLE
As surely as I live, my lord.
BOLINGBROKE
Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom
Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,
Your differences shall all rest under gage [105]
Till we assign you to your days of trial.
Enter York.
Y ORK
Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
From plume-pluck’d Richard, who with willing soul
Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
To the possession of thy royal hand. [110]
Ascend his throne, descending now from him,
And long live Henry, fourth of that name!
BOLINGBROKE
In God’s name I’ll ascend the regal throne.
CARLISLE
Marry, God forbid!
Worst in this royal presence may I speak, [115]
Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth:
Would God that any in this noble presence
Were enough noble to be upright judge
Of noble Richard. Then true noblesse would
Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. [120]
What subject can give sentence on his king?
And who sits here that is not Richard’s subject?
Thieves are not judg’d but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be seen in them;
And shall the figure of God’s majesty, [125]
