Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock:[1905] 50 My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar[1906] Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,[1907] Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is[1908] 55 Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,[1909] Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans[1910] Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time[1911] Runs, posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.[1912] 60 This music mads me; let it sound no more;[1913] For though it have holp madmen to their wits, In me it seems it will make wise men mad.[1914] Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard 65 Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world. _Enter a_ Groom of the Stable.[1915] _Groom._ Hail, royal prince![1916] _K. Rich._ Thanks, noble peer;[1917] The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.[1917][1918] What art thou? and how comest thou hither,[1919] Where no man never comes, but that sad dog[1920] 70 That brings me food to make misfortune live? _Groom._ I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, With much ado at length have gotten leave To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.[1921] 75 O, how it yearn'd my heart when I beheld[1922] In London streets, that coronation-day, When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary, That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,[1923] That horse that I so carefully have dress'd! 80 _K. Rich._ Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him? _Groom._ So proudly as if he disdain'd the ground.[1924] _K. Rich._ 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 burthen like an ass, Spurr'd, gall'd and tired by jauncing Bolingbroke. _Enter_ Keeper, _with a dish_.[1925] _Keep._ Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.[1926] 95 _K. Rich._ If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. _Groom._ What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.