Page 2961 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Runs posting on in Bolingbroke’s proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his Jack of the clock. [60]
This music mads me. Let it sound no more;
For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me,
For ’tis a sign of love, and love to Richard [65]
Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.

Enter a Groom of the stable.

GROOM

Hail, royal prince!

RICHARD

Thanks, noble peer.
The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
What art thou, and how comest thou hither
Where no man never comes but that sad dog [70]
That brings me food to make misfortune live?

GROOM

I was a poor groom of thy stable, King,
When thou wert king; who travelling towards York
With much ado at length have gotten leave
To look upon my sometimes royal master’s face. [75]
O, how it ern’d my heart when I beheld
In London streets, that coronation day,
When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,
That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,
That horse that I so carefully have dress’d! [80]

RICHARD

Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
How went he under him?

GROOM

So proudly as if he disdain’d the ground.

RICHARD