3. SCENE III. Wales. Before Flint Castle.
[Enter, with drum and colours, BOLINGBROKE and Forces; YORK,
NORTHUMBERLAND, and Others.]
So that by this intelligence we learn
The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury
Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed
With some few private friends upon this coast.
The news is very fair and good, my lord.
Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.
It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
To say 'King Richard': alack the heavy day
When such a sacred king should hide his head!
Your Grace mistakes; only to be brief,
Left I his title out.
The time hath been,
Would you have been so brief with him, he would
Have been so brief with you to shorten you,
For taking so the head, your whole head's length.
Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.
Take not, good cousin, further than you should,
Lest you mistake. The heavens are o'er our heads.
I know it, uncle; and oppose not myself
Against their will. But who comes here?
[Enter HENRY PERCY.]
Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield?
The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,
Against thy entrance.
Why, it contains no king?
Yes, my good lord,
It doth contain a king; King Richard lies
Within the limits of yon lime and stone;
And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman
Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.
O! belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.