_Duch._ My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off[1748] Of our two cousins coming into London. _York._ Where did I leave? _Duch._ At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops[1749] 5 Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head. _York._ Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed Which his aspiring rider scem'd to know, With slow but stately pace kept on his course, 10 Whilst all tongues cried 'God save thee, Bolingbroke!'[1750] You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage, and that all the walls 15 With painted imagery had said at once 'Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!'[1751] Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning,[1752] Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus; 'I thank you, countrymen:'[1753] 20 And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. _Duch._ Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?[1754] _York._ As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, 25 Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!'[1755] No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head; 30 Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted 35 And barbarism itself have pitied him. But heaven hath a hand in these events, To whose high will we bound our calm contents.[1756] To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,[1757] Whose state and honour I for aye allow.[1758] 40 _Duch._ Here comes my son Aumerle.[1759] _York._ Aumerle that was; But that is lost for being Richard's friend, And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: I am in parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealty to the new made king. 45 _Enter_ AUMERLE.[1760] _Duch._ Welcome, my son: who are the violets now[1761] That strew the green lap of the new come spring?[1762] _Aum._ Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not:[1763] God knows I had as lief be none as one.