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King Richard the Second, III. iii

K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee

To make the base earth proud with kissing it:

Me rather had my heart might feel your love

Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy.

Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,

Thus high at least, although your knee be low.

Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.

K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.

Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,

As my true service shall deserve your love.

K. Rich. Well you deserve: they well deserve to have

That know the strong'st and surest way to get.

Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes;

Tears show their love, but want their remedies.

Cousin, I am too young to be your father,

Though you are old enough to be my heir.

What you will have I'll give, and willing too;

For do we must what force will have us do.

Set on towards London. Cousin, it is so?

Boling. Yea, my good lord.

K. Rich. Then I must not say no.

Flourish. Exeunt.

 192 Me rather had: I'd rather

203 want remedies: lack what will cure their cause

205 heir: i.e., successor 