Let them lay by their helmets and their spears

King Richard
Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
And both return back to their chairs again.
 To his council.
Withdraw with us, and let the trumpets sound
While we return these dukes what we decree.
 Trumpets sound while Richard consults with
 Gaunt and other Nobles.
 To Bolingbroke and Mowbray.  Draw near,
And list what with our council we have done.

Therefore we banish you our territories.
You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life

For that our kingdom’s earth should not be soiled
With that dear blood which it hath fosterèd;
And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
Of civil wounds plowed up with neighbor’s sword;
And for we think the eagle-wingèd pride
Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,
With rival-hating envy, set on you
To wake our peace, which in our country’s cradle
Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep,
Which, so roused up with boist’rous untuned drums,
With harsh resounding trumpets’ dreadful bray,
And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,
Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace
And make us wade even in our kindred’s blood:
Therefore we banish you our territories.
You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,
Till twice five summers have enriched our fields
Shall not regreet our fair dominions,
But tread the stranger paths of banishment.