Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay. 175 _North._ My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you; may it please you to come down.[1481] _K. Rich._ Down, down I come; like glistering Phaeton, Wanting the manage of unruly jades.[1482] In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base,[1483][1484] 180 To come at traitors' calls and do them grace.[1483] In the base court? Come down? Down, court! down, king![1483][1485] For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.[1483] [_Exeunt from above._[1486] _Boling._ What says his majesty? _North._ Sorrow and grief of heart[1487] Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man: 185 Yet he is come.[1488] _Enter_ KING RICHARD _and his attendants below_.[1488][1489] _Boling._ Stand all apart,[1488] And show fair duty to his majesty.[1488] [_He kneels down._[1490] My gracious lord,--[1488] _K. Rich._ Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee[1491] 190 To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Me rather had my heart might feel your love Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy. Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,[1492][1493] Thus high at least, although your knee be low.[1492][1494] 195 _Boling._ My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. _K. Rich._ Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. _Boling._ So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love. _K. Rich._ Well you deserve: they well deserve to have,[1495] 200 That know the strong'st and surest way to get. Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes;[1496] Tears show their love, but want their remedies. Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir.[1497] 205 What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; For do we must what force will have us do. Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?[1498] _Boling._ Yea, my good lord. _K. Rich._ Then I must not say no. [_Flourish. Exeunt._[1499] SCENE IV. _Langley. The_ DUKE of YORK'S _garden_. _Enter the_ QUEEN _and two_ Ladies.[1500] _Queen._ What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? _Lady._ Madam, we'll play at bowls.[1501] _Queen._ 'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune runs against the bias. 5 _Lady._ Madam, we'll dance. _Queen._ My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.