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HENRY BOLINGBROKE My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE My gracious lord, I’m only here to reclaim my own property.
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KING RICHARD II Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
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KING RICHARD II Your property is yours, and I am your king.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
As my true service shall deserve your love.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE My dreaded lord, you are my king only if I deserve your love.
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KING RICHARD II
205Well 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,
210Though 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, is it so?
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KING RICHARD II
Uncle, give me your hands. No, dry your eyes. Tears show love, but do nothing to fix their cause. Cousin, I am too young to be your father, even though you are old enough to inherit my kingdom. I’ll willingly give you what you want, because you’ve forced me to do it. So now you’ll go to London, cousin?
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE Yea, my good lord.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE Yes, my good lord.
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KING RICHARD II
215Then I must not say no.
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KING RICHARD II Then I can’t say no.
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Flourish. Exeunt
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Trumpets blow. They exit.
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