• The DUKE OF YORK’s palace.
    Enter DUKE OF YORK and DUCHESS OF YORK

    DUCHESS OF YORK

    My lord, you told me you would tell the rest,
    When weeping made you break the story off,
    of our two cousins coming into London.

    DUKE OF YORK

    Where did I leave?

    DUCHESS OF YORK

    5At that sad stop, my lord,
    Where rude misgovern’d hands from windows’ tops
    Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard’s head.

    DUKE OF YORK

    Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,
    Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed
    10Which his aspiring rider seem’d to know,
    With slow but stately pace kept on his course,
    Whilst all tongues cried ‘God save thee,
    Bolingbroke!’
    You would have thought the very windows spake,
    15So many greedy looks of young and old
    Through casements darted their desiring eyes
    Upon his visage, and that all the walls
    With painted imagery had said at once
    ‘Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!’
    20Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning,
    Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed’s neck,
    Bespake them thus: ‘I thank you, countrymen:’
    And thus still doing, thus he pass’d along.
  • The DUKE OF YORK’s palace.
    The DUKE OF YORK and the DUCHESS OF YORK enter.

    DUCHESS OF YORK

    My lord, you told me you would tell the rest of the story about our two relatives coming to London, until weeping made you stop.

    DUKE OF YORK

    Where did I stop the story?

    DUCHESS OF YORK

    At the sad place, my lord, when rude hands were throwing dust and rubbish on King Richard’s head from the upper windows.

    DUKE OF YORK

    Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, got on a magnificent horse that seemed to know it was him and kept going in a slow and stately way. All around, people were calling, “God save you, Bolingbroke!” You would have thought the windows themselves were talking. Both old and young people were looking out on him with happy desire, and on the painted walls all around was written, “Jesus protect you! Welcome, Bolingbroke!” Meanwhile, he was turning his head, bare of any helmet and not even as tall as his horse’s neck, and said, “I thank you, countrymen.” And he continued along saying this as he went.