For though it have
In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! 64
For 'tis a sign of love, and love to Richard
Is a strange in this all-hating world.
Enter a Groom of the Stable.
Groom. Hail, royal prince!
K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer;
What art thou? and how comest thou hither,
Where no man never comes but that sad dog
That brings me food to make misfortune live?
Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, 72
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.
O! how it my heart when I beheld 76
In London streets, that coronation day
When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,
That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,
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.
K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! 84
That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
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 88
Of that proud man that did usurp his back?