Page 2962 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; [85]
This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
Would he not stumble, would he not fall down -
Since pride must have a fall - and break the neck
Of that proud man that did usurp his back?
Forgiveness, horse! Why do I rail on thee, [90]
Since thou, created to be awed by man,
Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse,
And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
Spurr’d, gall’d, and tir’d by jauncing Bolingbroke.

Enter Keeper with a dish.

KEEPER

Fellow, give place. Here is no longer stay. [95]

RICHARD

If thou love me, ’tis time thou wert away.

GROOM

What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.

Exit.

KEEPER

My lord, will’t please you to fall to?

RICHARD

Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.

KEEPER

My lord, I dare not. Sir Piers of Exton, [100]
Who lately came from the King, commands the contrary.

RICHARD

The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and thee.
Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.

[Beats the Keeper.]

KEEPER