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could remove the panic fears which had depressed their minds; they dispersed, and many of them fled to Bolinbroke !
At length the adverse winds permitted England's King to tread upon his native shores, again. He kissed the earth on his arrival, and wept for joy. His buoyant spirits would not permit him to forsee any cause of apprehension. He imagined his very presence would disarm rebellion, and that the hardiest faction would shrink abashed before anointed majesty! Thus, he had been taught to feel; and thus, inflated with vanity, he stood proudly erect; great in his own esteem, and fearless of all danger!
Alas! poor monarch!-blinded with prosperity, he saw not the storm of adversity which was gathering round him, and which, ere long, would fall upon his devoted head to crush him in his pride of greatness, and pomp of security! Aumerle, son of the Duke of York, was less sanguine than his royal master; and expressed his apprehension, that while they were dreaming of security, which they did not possess, Bolinbroke was every hour increas ing in strength, in substance and in friends!-Richard replied with proud disdain
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Short was the period of his imaginary safety. Salisbury advanced to meet and bid him welcome; but he bore to him the sad intelligence of the dispersion of his Welsh army. Richard looked aghast; and his blanched cheeks called the attention of Aumerle; when in a tone of dejection, totally opposite to that, which but a few moments before had inspired him, he exclaimed
But now, the blood of twenty thousand men
Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
Aumerle strove to arouse him; and pride came to his aid, to rally for a few moments: but sorrow poured upon him. Sir Stephen Scroop broughtword that Bolinbroke's power was spreading over the land that silver beards and beardless boys had taken arms against him, that his very headsmen were bending their fatal yews, and distaff women shaking their rusty bills against his sacred seat; that young and old were up in rebellion; and that all was worse than his feeble tongue could find language to describe !
Where is the Earl of Wiltshire
(inquired the King.) Where is Bagot, what is become of Bushy -Green?-have they deserted their monarch? have they made peace with fiery Bolinbroke ?"
"Alas! my Lord, they have indeed made peace!" "Villains! villains! (exclaimed the incensed Richard.) What, they-whom I have fostered in my bosom, to sting me to the heart-they who have fawned upon me, and swore my love was all their treasure; they, to forsake, to desert me now -now, when my misfortunes press me !-Oh! vipers, vipers!"
Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas!
"Alas! my liege, you wrest my words from their true meaning; deserters they are not; they have made their peace with forfeiture of their heads; and now lie low in their cold graves !"
Despair seized upon the soul of Richard' and
grief took possession of his heart! Again, Aumerle strove to arouse his energies, by reminding him of his father, the Duke of York's power; and again, the fluctuating Richard caught at this gleam of hope, and in fancy triumphed over Bolinbroke ; but the gleam was transient-and followed by deeper anguish, and despair!—when he learned that York had joined with Bolinbroke; that his northern castles had all yielded up, and the southern gentlemen were in arms for the adverse party!
As the sudden thunderbolt, preceded by the lightning's flash, splits the young oak, and withers all its leaves, so Richard looked! Supreme in desolation, shorn of his beams, the roval victim stood, the mute pale image of anguish and despair! His mind, naturally weak, and still farther debilitated by the effeminate life he had led, was unable to cope with adversity he felt-acutely felt, but had no power to meet, or to repel the storm which threatened him ; he therefore yielded to his powerful enemy-yielded without resistance, and agreed to accompany the proud triumphant Bolinbroke to London, there to resign his crown.-" Ay, ay," he cried
o' God's name let it go.
May hourly trample on their sovereign's head;
On their arrival in London, Bolinbroke was received with shouts and acclamations: "God save thee Bolinbroke !" "Welcome great Bolinbroke !" echoed from innumerable voices! He mounted on a proud and fiery steed, moved slowly on, bareheaded, and bowing on each side to the admiring crowds who greeted him :--whilst poor unhappy
Richard, their rightful King, the son of a valiant sire, whose prowess had gained more glory to the English name than should have been forgot by English hearts, was exposed to insult and derision; for the remembrance of the father's virtues awakened not one throb of pity for the son's affliction affliction, surely greater than he had deserved! By Bolinbroke's side he rode, bare headed too, on a mean looking horse, without accoutrements: no voice was raised to greet him; no faithful subject bade him welcome home; they scowled upon him with scorn and contempt; and from the windows and house tops, some threw dust and rubbish on his Bacred head!
Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
That had not God for some strong purpose, steeled
The power of force too frequently bears down right; and justice is compelled to yield when strength prevails. Had Richard, in that fatal moment of degradation, exerted his resolution: had he boldly stepped into the midst of his frowning people, with that same noble spirit he had at sixteen years of age evinced! had he made an appeal to their justice! had he fearlessly addressed them! had he exclaimed
Brave Englishmen! behold your rightful King:
So oft has fought and bled! whose glory stands
Who waged unequal wars, and conquered still,
Become the victim of his subjects' wroth?
Bethink ye-hapless Richard was a king
Or your Black Prince's son, Richard Plantaganet,
Had he but exerted himself at that trying juncture, the aspiring Bolinbroke, perchance, had never been the King of England:-but Providence ordained it otherwise, and powerless Richard fell a victim to the discontents of his people, and the ambition of a rival.
A meeting was called at Westminister Hall, where Richard resigned his crown to the unfeeling Bolinbroke; and was then conducted as a prisoner to the Tower. Amidst the numbers who had basked in the sunshine of the monarch's favour, none dared undertake his defence ;-no voice, save one, disputed the imperious claims of the usurper. This one was the Lord Bishop of Carlisle he resolutely pleaded the cause of the dethroned Richard, and in the accents of prophecy, denounced what future horrors would be the result of the present unparalleled injustice. He was, for this, accused of high treason, and ordered into the custody of the Abbot of Westminister till called upon to attend his trial; for though the abbot was as firmly the friend of Richard as the Bishop, yet, fortunately, having forborne to speak, he possessed more power to act,