Page 1015 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him [95]
That thou provok’st thyself to cast him up.
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;

And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up,
And howl’st to find it. What trust is in these times? [100]
They that when Richard lived would have him die
Are now become enamoured on his grave.

Thou that threw’st dust upon his goodly head
When through proud London he came sighing on
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke [105]
Criest now, ‘O earth, yield us that king again,

And take thou this!’ O thoughts of men accursed!
Past and to come seems best, things present worst.]

[MOWBRAY]
Shall we go draw our numbers and set on?

HASTINGS
We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone. [110]
[Exeunt.]