But tread thepaths of banishment.
Boling. Your will be done: this must my comfort be, 144
That sun that warms you here shall shine on me;
And those his golden beams to you here lent
Shall me and gild my banishment.
K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, 148
Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:
The slow hours shall not determinate
The dateless limit of thy dear exile;
The hopeless word of 'never to return' 152
Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
Mow. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,
And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth:
A , not so deep a 156
As to be cast forth in the common air,
Have I deserved at your highness' hands.
The language I have learn'd these forty years,
My native English, now I must forgo; 160
And now my tongue's use is to me no more
Than an unstringed viol or a harp,
Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up,
Or, being open, put into his hands 164
That knows no touch to tune the harmony:
Within my mouth you have my tongue,
Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips;
And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance 168
Is made my gaoler to attend on me.
I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
Too far in years to be a pupil now:
What is thy sentence then but speechless death, 172
143 stranger: foreign
147 point on: aim at
150 sly: stealthy
156 dearer merit: more precious reward
maim: disabling blow
166 engaol'd: imprisoned