So high above his limits swells the rage
Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land
With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel.
White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps 112
Against thy majesty; and boys, with women's voices,
Strive to speak big, and their joints
In stiff unwieldy against thy crown;
Thy very learn to bend their bows 116
Of yew against thy state;
Yea, distaff-women rusty
Against thy : both young and old rebel,
And all goes worse than I have power to tell. 120
K. Rich. Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill.
Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot?
What is become of Bushy? where is Green?
That they have let the dangerous enemy 124
Measure our with such peaceful steps?
If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it.
I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.
Scroop. Peace have they made with him, indeed, my lord. 128
K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption!
Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!
Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart!
Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! 132
Would they make peace? terrible hell make war
Upon their spotted souls for this offence!
Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his
114 clap: set briskly
115 arms: armor
116 beadsmen: pensioners
117 double-fatal; cf. n.
118 manage: handle
bills; cf. n.
119 seat: throne
125 confines: territories
135 property: essential nature