To execution and the hand of death. 30 _Bushy._ More welcome is the stroke of death to me Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.[1301] _Green._ My comfort is that heaven will take our souls And plague injustice with the pains of hell. _Boling._ My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd. 35 [_Exeunt Northumberland and others, with the prisoners._[1302] Uncle, you say the queen is at your house; For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated:[1303] Tell her I send to her my kind commends; Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.[1304] _York._ A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd 40 With letters of your love to her at large. _Boling._ Thanks, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away,[1305] To fight with Glendower and his complices:[1306] Awhile to work, and after holiday. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _The coast of Wales. A castle in view._ _Drums: flourish and colours. Enter_ KING RICHARD, _the_ BISHOP of CARLISLE, AUMERLE, _and Soldiers_.[1307] _K. Rich._ Barkloughly castle call they this at hand?[1308] _Aum._ Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air,[1309] After your late tossing on the breaking seas?[1310] _K. Rich._ Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again. 5 Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: As a long-parted mother with her child[1311] Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting,[1312] So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,[1313] 10 And do thee favours with my royal hands.[1314] Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense; But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way, 15 Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet Which with usurping steps do trample thee: Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies; And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower.[1315] Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder[1316] 20 Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies. Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: This earth shall have a feeling and these stones Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king 25 Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.[1317] _Car._ Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king Hath power to keep you king in spite of all. The means that heaven yields must be embraced,[1318][1319] And not neglected; else, if heaven would,[1318][1320] 30 And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse,[1318][1321] The proffer'd means of succour and redress.[1318][1322]