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Sorrow and grief of heart 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, wonla iş Makes him speak fondly *, like a frantic man: do you good. Yet he is come.

Queen. And I could weep, would weeping Enter King RICHARD, and his Attendants, do me good. below.

And never borrow any tear of thee.
Boling. Stand all apart,

But stay, here come the gardeners :
And show fair daty to his majesty:

Let's step into the shadow of these trees.My gracious lord,

[Kneeling. 1. Enter a Gardener, and two Servants. K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your My wretchedness unto a row of pios, princely knee,

They'll talk of state: for every one doth so To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Against a change: Woe is forerun with woe. Me rather had, my heart might feel your love,

(Queen and Ladies retire. Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.

Gard. Go, bind thou up yono daugling Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,

apricocks, Thus high at least, [Touching his own head.]| Which, like unruly children, make their sire although yonr knee be low.

Ştoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for Give some supportance to the bending twigs. mine own.

[yours, and all. Gothon, and like an executioner, K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays Boling. So far be mine, my niost redoubted That look too lofty in our commor wealth: lord,

All must be even in our government. As my true service shall deserve your love. You thus employ'd, I will go root away K. Rich. Well you deserve :--They well The noisome weeds, that without profit sack deserve to have,

The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. That know the strong'st and surest way to get. 1 Serv. Why should we, in the compass of Uncle, give me your hand : nay, dry your eyes ; a paleý, Tears show their love, but want their remedies. Keep law, and form, and due proportion, Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate ? Though yon are old enough to be my lieir. When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; Is full of weeds; her sairest fowers choked up, For do we muet, what force will have us do. Her fruit-trees all anpruned, her hedges ruin'd, Set on towards London:-Cousin, is it so? Her knots || disorder'd, and her wholesome Boling. Yea, my good lord.

Swarming with caterpillars?

(herng K. Rich. Then I must not say, no.

Gard.

Hold thy peace :[Flourish. Exeunt. He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, SCENE IV. Langley. The Duke of York's Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf : Garden.

The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did

shelter, Enter the Queen, and two Ladies.

That seem'd in eating him to hold him up, Queen. What sport shall we devise here in Are pluck'd np, root and all, by Bolingbroke; this garden,

I mean, tbe earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. To drive away the heavy thought of care ? 1 Serv. What, are they dead?

1 Lady, Madam, we'll play at bowls. Gard. They are ; and Boling broke (is it, Queen.

'Tsvill make me think, Hath scized the wasteful king. -Oh! what pitoy The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune That he had not so trimni'd and dress'd his Roos 'gainst the bias +.

land, I Lady.

Madam, we will dance. As we this garden! We at time of year Queen. My legs can keep no measure in de- Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; light,

Lest, being over-prons with sap and blood, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: With too inuch riches it confolind itself: Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. Had he done so to great and growing nuen, 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.

They might have lived to bear, and be to taste Queen.

Of sorrow, or of joy? Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches 1 Lady. Of either, madam.

We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: Queen.

Of neither, girl : Had lie done so, himself had borne the For if of joy, being altogether wanting,

crown, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown Or, if of grief, being altogether had,

down. It adds more sorrow to my want of joy: 1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall For what I have, I need not to repeat;

be deposed ? And what I want, it boots i not to complain. Gard. Depress'd he is already; and deposed, I Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night Queen. "Tis well, that thou hast cause; To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, But thou shouldst please me better, wouldet That tell black tidings.

Queen.

0, I am prese'd to death, • Foolishly. + A weight fixed on one side of the bowl which turns it from the straignt line. | Profits. Ø Enclosure. # Figures planted in box.

No doubt.

thou wecp.

Through want of speaking! -Thou, old Adam's Post yon to London, and you'll find it so; likeness,

1 speak no more than every one doth know. [Coming from her concealment. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art &o light Set to dress this garden, how dares [news? of foot, Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing Doth not thy embassage belong to me, What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee And am I.last that knows it? O, thou think'st To make a second fall of cursed man?

To serve me last, that I may longest keep Why dost thon say, king Richard is deposed? Thy sorrow in my breast.- Come, ladies, go, Darest thou, thon little better thing than earth, To meet, at London, London's king in woe. Divine his downfal ? Say, where, when, and what, was I born to this! that my sad look how,

(wretch. Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke Camest thou by these ill tidings ? speak, thon Gardener, for telling me this news of woe,

Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I, I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true, grow. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold

Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state night Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are

be no worse, weigh'd :

I would, my skill were subject to thy carse.In your lord's scale is nothing but himself : Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, And some few vanities that make him light; P'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Rue, even for ruth • here shortly shall be seen, Besides himself, are all the English peers, In the remembrance of a weeping queen. Aud with that odds he weighs king Richard

[Ereunt down.

it up,

ACT IV

That marks thee ont 1or hell: I say, thon liest, SCENEI. London. Westminster Hall.

And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false The Lords spiritual on the right side of the In thy heart-blood, though being all too base

Throne ; the Lords temporal on the left; To stain the temper of my knightly sword. the Commons below. Enter BOLING

Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take EROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTHUM

(best BERLAND, Percy, FitzWATER, another

Aum. Excepting one, I would lie were the Lord, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of West. In all this

presence, that hath moved me so. minster, and Attendants. Officers behind, Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, with BAGOT.

There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: Boling. Call forth Bagot:

By that fair sun that shows me where thon Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

stand'st,

{it, What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spakest Who wrought it with the king, and who per. That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death, The bloody office of his timeless † ead. [form'd If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest; Bagot. Then set before my face the lord | And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Aumerle.

[that man. Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon Aum. Thoa darest not, coward, live to see Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your

that day.

[hour. daring tongue

Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for In that dead time when Gloster's death was

this.

(as true, plotted,

Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is I heard you say,- Is not my arm of length, In this appeal, as thou art all unjust: That réacheth from the restful English And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, As far as Calais, to my uncle's head ? (court To prove it on thee to the extremest point Amongst much other talk, that very time, Of inortal breathing ; seize it, if thou darest, I heard you say, that you had rather refuse Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, The offer of an hundred thousand crowns, And never bragdish more revengeful steel Than Bolingbroke's return to England; Over the glittering helmet of my foe! Adding withal, how blest this land would be, Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn In this your cousin's death.

Aumerle; Aum.

Princes, and noble lords, And spur thee on with full as many lies What answer shall I make to this base man?

As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn; On equal terms to give him chastisement ? Engage it to the trial if thou darest. Either I must, or have mine hononr soild Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven I'll With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.

throw at all: There is my gage, the manual seal of death, I have a thousand spirits in one breast,

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• Pity.

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To answer twenty thousand such as you. [well'| And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject?

Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember Thieves are not judged, but they are by to hear, The very time umerle and you did talk. [then; Although apparent guilt be seen in them:

Fitz. My lord,'tis true: you were in presence And shall the figure of God's majesty,
And you can witness with me, this is true. His captain, steward, deputy elect,

Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.

[is true. Be judged by subject and inferior breath, Surrey.

Dishonourable boy! And he himself not present? 0, forbid it, God, That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, That, in a Christian climate, souls refined That it shall render vengeance and revenge,

Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed! Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.

Stirr'd up by heaven, thus boldly for his king, In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king: Engage it to the trial, if thou darest. (horse! Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:

Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward And if you crown him, let me prophesy,-
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, The blood of English shall manure the ground,
I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,

Aud future ages groan for this foul act;
And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies, Peace shall go sleep with Turks and Infidels,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars
To tie thee to my strong correction.-

Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind con. As I intend to thrive in this new world, Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny, (foand; Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal :

Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, The field of Golgotha, and dead men's skulls. That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men 0, if you rear thi: house against this house To execute the noble duke at Calais. [a gage, It will the wofollest division prove,

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with That ever fell upon this cursed earth:
That Norfolk lies: here I do throw down this, Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,
If he may be repeal'd to try his honour. (gage, Lest child, child's children, cry against you
Boling. These differences shall all rest under woe!

(your pains,
Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be, North. Well have you argued, sir; and, for
And, though mine enemy,restored again (turn'd, of capital treason we arrest you here:-
To all his land and signories: when he's re- My lord of Westminster, be it your charge
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. To keep him safely till his day of trial.-

Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. May't please you, lords, to grant the common's Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought

suit.

[mon view For Jesu Christ: in glorious Christian field Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in com. Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, He may surrender; so we shall proceed Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens: Without suspicion. And, toild with works of war, retired himself York. I will be his conductt. [Erit To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave

Boling. Lords, you that are here under our His body to that pleasant country's earth,

arrest, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Procure your sureties for your days of answer: Under whose colours he had fought so long.

Little are we beholden to your love,
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead

[TO CARLISLE. Car. As sure as I live, my lord. (the bosom And little look'd for at your helping hands.

Boling. Sweet peace conducthis sweet soul to Re-enter YORK, with King Richard, and Of good old Abraham!--Lords Appellants,

Officers bearing the crown, &c. Your differences shall all rest under gage, K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Till we assign you to your days of trial. Before I have shook off the regal thonghts Enter York, attended.

Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee :thee

(ing soul Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with will. To this submission. Yet I well remember Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields The favours I of these men: Were they not mine? To the possession of thy royal hand:

Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me? Ascend his throne, descending now from him- So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, Aud long live Henry, of that name the fourth! Found truth in all, but one;' I, in twelve · Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal thousand, none.

Car. Marry, God forbid ! (throne. God save the king!-Will no man say, amen? Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. God save the king! although I be not he; Would God, that any in this noble presence And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.Were enough noble to be upright judge To do what service am I sent for bither? (will, Of noble Richard; then true nobless* would York. To do that office, of thine own good Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. Which tired majesty did make thee offer, What subject can give sentence on his king? | The resignation of thy state and crown • Nobleness. + Conductor. 1 Countenances.

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To Henry Bolingbroke. (seize the crown; Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates

K. Rich. Give me the crown :--Here, cousin, Have here deliver'd me to any sour cross, Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, thine. And water cappot wash away your sin. Now is this golden crown like a deep well, North. My lord, despatch ; read o'er these That owes * two buckets filling one another;

articles.

(cannot see: The emptier ever dancing in the air,

K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, The other down, upseen, and full of water : And yet salt water blinds them not so much, That bucketdown, and full oftears, am 1, [high. But they can see a şort g of traitors here. Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on Nay, if I turn mine eyes opon myself, Boling, I thought you had been willing to I find myself a traitor with the rest: resign.

[are mine: For I have given here my soul's consent, K.Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs To undeck the pompons body of a king; You may my glories and my state depose, Make glory base; and sovereignty, a slave; But not my griefs; still am I king of those. Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant. Boling. Part of your cares you give me with North. My lord, your crown.

(my cares down. K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught) K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck insulting man, My care is-loss of care, hy old care done; Nor no man's lord : I have no name, no title,Your care is-gain of care, by, new care won: No, not that name was given me at the font,The cares I give, I have, though giveu away; : But'tis usurp'd :-Alack the heavy day, They tend t the crown, yet still with me they That I have worn so many winters out, stay:

[crown? And know not now what name to call myself! Boling. Are you contented to resign the 0, that I were a mockery king of snow, K. Rich. Ay, no;-ho, ay;--for I must no Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, Therefore no no, for I resign to thee. [thing be; To melt myself away in water drops ! Now mark me how I will undo myself: - Good king, greatking, -(and yet not greatly I give this heavy weight from off my head, good) And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, An if my word be sterling yet in England, The pride of kingly sway from out ny heart; Let it commaụd a mirror hither straight; With mine own tears I wash away my balmi, That it may show me what a face I have, With mine own hands I give away my crown, Since it is bankrupt of his majesty. With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a With mine own breath release all duteous looking-glass. [Erit an Attendant. All pomp and majesty I do forswear; [oaths; North. Read o'er this paper, while the My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;

glass doth come. (I come to hell. My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny:

K. Rich. Fiend! thon torment'st me ere God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!! Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Nor God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee!

thumberland,

[satisfied, Make me, that nothing have, with nothing North. The commons will not then be grieved;

K. Rich. They shall be satisfied : I'll read And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved! enough, Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to-sit, When I do see the very book indeed And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit! Where all my sins are writ,and that's myself. God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, Re-enter Attendant, with a Glass. And send him

many years of sunshine days! Give me that glass, and therein will I read.What more remains ?

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck North, No more, but that you read so many blows upon this face of mine,

[Offering a Paper. And made no deeper wounds? O, flattering These accnsations, and these grievous crimes, Like to my followers in prosperity, [glass, Committed by your person,and your followers, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face, Against the state and profit of this land; That every day under his household roof That, by confessing them, the souls of men. Did keep ten thousand men? Wasthis the face, May deem that yon are worthily deposed. That, like the sun, did make beholders wink

K. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel ont Was this the face, that faced 50 many follies, My weaved-up follies ? Gentle Northumber- And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke? If thy offences were npon record, (land, A brittle glory shineth in this face; Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop, 1 As brittle as the glory is the face; To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst, [Dushes the Glass against the ground. There shouldst thou find one bejnous article, — For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.Containing the deposing of a king,

Mark, silent king, the moral of this, sport, And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath

The shadow of your face. (destroy'd Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, K. Rich.

1. Say that again. Whilst that my wreteledness doth bait my- The shadow of my sorrow? Hal let's see: self,

(hands, l 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within; Though suine of you, with Pilate, wash your | And these external manners of lament

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Are merely sbadows to the unseen grief, K.Rich. O, good! Convey ?-Conveyors *
That swells with silence in the tortured soul; are you all,
There lies the substance: and I thank thee, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.
king,

(Exeunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, For thy great bounty, that not only givest

and a Guard. Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon,

set down And then be gone, and trouble you no more. Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves. Shall I obtain it?

[Eveunt all but the Abbot, Bishop Boling: Name it, fair cousin.

of Carlisle, anıt AUMERLE. K. Rich. Fair' cousin? Why, I am greater Abbot. A woful pageant have we here be. than a king :

held.

[tnborn For, when I was a king, my Natterers

Car. The woe's to come; the children yet Were then but subjects; being now a subject, Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. I have a king here to my flatterer,

Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot Being so great, I have no need to beg. To rid the realm

of this pernicious blot? Boling. Yet ask.

Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, Ki Rich. And shall I have?

You shall not only take the sacrament Boling. You shall.

To bury + mine intents, but to effect K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. Whatever I shall happen to devise : Boling. Whither?

I see your brows are full of discontent, K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears; your sights.

[the Tower. Come bome with me to supper; I will lay Boling. Go, some of you, convey bim to. A plot, shall show us all a inerry day. (Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I. London. A Street leading to

Transform'd, and weaken’d? Hath Boling,

broke the Tower.

[heart? Deposed thi intellect? hath he been in thy Enter Queen, and Ladies.

The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, Queen. This way the king will come ; And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with this is the way

rage To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower I,

To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod; Is doom'd a prisoner, by proud Bolingbroke: And fawn on rage with base humility, Here let us rest, if this rebellions earth Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? Have

any resting for her true king's queen. K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught Enter Kir.g RICHARD, and Guards.

but beast, But soft, but see, or rather do not see, I had been still a happy king of men. My fair rose wither: Yet look up; bebold; Good sornetime queen, prepare thee hence That you in pity may dissolve to dew,

for France :

(takest, And wash him fresh again with true-love Think, I am dead: and that even here thou tears.-

[stand; As from my death-bed, my last living leave. Ah, thon, the model where old Troy did In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire Thou maps of honour; thou king Richard's With good old folks; and let them tell thee tomb,

[teous inng Of woful ages, long ago betid 11: (tales And not king Richard ; thou most beau | And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in Tell thou the lamentable fall of me, [grief, thee,

And send the hearers weeping to their beds. When triumph is become an ale-house guest? For why, the senseless brands will sympathize K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,

[soul, And, in compassion, weep the fire out: To make my end too sudden: learn, good And some will mourn in ashes, some coal To think our former state a happy dream; For the deposing of a rightfulking. [black, From which awaked, the truth of what we are Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended. Shows us but this : I am sworn brother, sweet, North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke To grim necessity; and he and I [France, is changed ; Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to You must to Pomfret, not into the Tower.-And cloister thee in some religious house: And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, With all swift speed you inust, away to Which our profane hours here have stricken France.

(wherewithal down.

[and mind K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, • Jugglers, also robbers. + Conceal. i Tower of London. $ Picture of greatness. # Passed. Be even with them.

do not so,

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