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Methinks King Richard and myself should meet

With no less terror than the elements

Of fire and water, when their thundering shock

At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.

Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:

The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain

My waters; on the earth, and not on him.

March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.

Boling. See, see, King Richard doth himself appear,

As doth the blushing discontented sun

From out the fiery portal of the east,

When he perceives the envious clouds are bent

To dim his glory and to stain the track

Of his bright passage to the occident.

York. Yet looks he like a king: behold, his eye,

As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth

Controlling majesty: alack, alack, for woe,

That any harm should stain so fair a show!

K. Rich. [To Northumberland.] We are amaz'd; and thus long have we stood

To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,

Because we thought ourself thy lawful king:

And if we be, how dare thy joints forget

To pay their awful duty to our presence?

If we be not, show us the hand of God

That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship;

For well we know, no hand of blood and bone

Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,

 69 lightens: flashes

73 fearful: apprehensive

76 awful: reverential

