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By that fair fun that fhews me where thou ftand'ft,
I heard thee fay, and vauntingly thou fpak'ft it,
That thou wert caufe of noble Glofter's death.
If thou deny 'ft it, twenty times thou lieft;
And I will turn thy falfhood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

Aum. Thon dar’it not, coward, live to fee the day.
Fitzw. Now, by my foul, I would it were this
hour.

Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.
Percy. Aumerle, thou lieft; his honour is as true,
In this appeal, as thou art all unjust :

And, that thou art fo, there I throw my gage,
To prove it on thee to the extremest point

Of mortal breathing! Seize it, if thou dar'st.

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Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,

And never brandith more revengeful steel

Over the glittering heimet of my foe!

Streaming the enfign of the Chriftian cross,
Againft black pagans, Turks, and Saracens :
And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself
To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
His body to that pleafant country's earth,
And his pure foul unto his captain Chrifi,
Under whofe colours he had fought fo long.
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Carl. As fure as I live, my lord.

Boling. Sweet peace conduct his fweet foul to

the bofom

Of good old Abraham!-Lords appellants,
Your differences fhall all reft under gage,
'Till we aflign you to your days of trial.
Enter York, attended.

York. Great duke of Lancafter, I come to thee
From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing foul
Adopts thee heir, and his high fcepter yields

Another Lord. I take the earth to the like, for- To the poffeffion of thy royal hand :

fworn Aumeric;

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Afcend his throne, defcending now from him,And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!

Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.
Carl. Marry, God forbid !—

Worft in this royal prefence may I speak,
Yet best befeeming me to speak the truth.
Would God, that any in this noble prefence
Were enough noble to be upright judge

Surry. My lord Fitzwater, 1 do remember well Of noble Richard; then true nobleness would The very time Aumerle and you did talk. Fitzw.'Tis very true: you were in prefence then; And you can witnefs with me, this is true. Surry. As falfe, by heaven, as heaven itfelf is true. Fitzw. Surry, thou lieft. Surry. Dithonourable boy!

That lie fhall lye fo heavy on my fword,
That it fhall render vengeance and revenge,
"Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lye
In earth as quiet as thy father's fcull.

In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn ;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'ft.'

[horfe? Fitzw. How fondly doft thou fpur a forward If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, I dare meet Surry in a wilderness, And spit upon him, whilft I fay, he lies, And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, To tie thee to my ftrong correction.As I intend to thrive in this new world 2, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal : Befides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk fay, That thou, Aumerle, didit fend two of thy men To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Aum. Some honeft Chriftian truft me with a gage, That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, If he may be repeal'd to try his honour.

Boling. Thefe differences shall all reft under gage, 'Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be, And, though mine enemy, reftor'd again To all his land and fignories; when he's return'd, Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

Car. That honourable day thall ne'er be feen.Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought For Jefu Chrift; in glorious Christian field

Learn him forbearance from fo foul a wrong.
What fubject can give sentence on his king?
And who fits here, that is not Richard's fubject?
Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be seen in them :
And thall the figure of God's majesty,
His captain, fteward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
Be judg'd by fubject and inferior breath,
And he himself not prefent? O, forbid it, God,
That, in a Chriftian climate, fouls refin'd
Should fhew fo heinous, black, obfcene a deed!
I fpeak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king.
My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
And if you crown him, let me prophefy,-
The blood of English fhall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act;
Peace fhall go fleep with Turks and infidels,
And, in this feat of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound;
Diforder, horror, fear and mutiny,
Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
The field of Golgotha and dead men's fculls.
O, if you rear this house against this houfe,
It will the wofulleft divifion prove,
That ever fell upon this curted earth:
Prevent, refift it, let it not be fo,
Left children's children cry against you-woe!
North. Well have you argu'd, fir: and, for
your pains,

Of capital treafon we arrest you here:-
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge

1 Dr. Johnfon fuppofes, that for the earth, we should read thy oath. 2 Meaning, in this world, where I have just begun to be an actor. Surry has just before called him boy,

To

York. I will be his conduct.

[fuit? With mine own tears I wash away my balm 2,

Boling. Lords, you that here are under our arreft,

To keep him fafely 'till his day of trial.-
May 't please you, lords, to grant the commons' With mine own hands I give away my crown,
Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common With mine own tongue deny my facred ftate,
He may furrender; fo we shall proceed [view With mine own breath release all duteous oaths:
Without fufpicion.
All pomp and majefty I do forfwear;
[Exit. My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;
My acts, decrees, and ftatutes, I deny :
God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee!
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd;
And thou with all pleas'd, that haft all atchiev'd!
Long may'ft thou live in Richard's feat to fit,
And foon lie Richard in an earthy pit!
God fave king Henry, unking'd Richard fays,
And fend him many years of fun-thine days!-

Procure your fureties for your days of anfwer :--
Little are we beholden to your love, [ToCarlisle.
And little look'd for at your helping hands.

Re-enter York, with King Richard.

K. Rich. Alack, why am I fent for to a king,
Before I have thook off the regal thoughts
Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd
To infinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee :-What more remains ?
Give forrow leave a while to tutor me
To this fubmiflion. Yet I well remember
The favours of thefe men: Were they not mine?
Did they not fometime cry, All hail ! to me?
So Judas did to Chrift: but, he in twelve,

North. No more, but that you read
Thefe accufations, and thefe grievous crimes,
Committed by your person and your followers,
Againft the ftate and profit of this land;
That, by confeffing them, the fouls of men

Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thou-May deem that you are worthily depos'd.

fand, none.

God fave the king!-Will no man fay, Amen ?
Am I both prieft and clerk? Well then, Amen.
God fave the king! although I be not he;
And yet, Amen, if heaven do think him me.-
To do what fervice, am I fent for hither?

York. To do that office, of thine own good will,
Which tired majesty did make thee offer,-
The refignation of thy ftate and crown
To Henry Bolingbroke.

K. Rich. Give me the crown :-Here, coufin,
feize the crown;
[thine.
Here, coufin, on this fide, my hand; on that fide,
Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
That owes two buckets filling one another;
The emptier ever dancing in the air,
The other down, unfeen, and full of water:
That bucket down, and full of tears, am I,
Drinking my griefs, whilft you mount up on high.
Boling. I thought, you had been willing to refign.
K. Rich. My crown, I am; but ftill my griefs
are mine:

You may my glories and my ftate depose,
But not my griefs; ftill am I king of those.
Boling. Part of your cares you give me

your crown.

with

K. Rich. Your cares fet up, do not pluck my

cares down.

K. Rich. Muft I do fo? and muft I ravel out
My weav'd-up follies? Gentle Northumberland,
If thy offences were upon record,

Would it not fhame thee, in fo fair a troop,
To read a lecture of them? If thou would't,
There fhould fit thou find one heinous article,
Containing the depofing of a king,

And cracking the ftrong warrant of an oath,-
Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:-
Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me,
Whilft that my wretchedness doth bait myself,--
Though fome of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
Shewing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
Have here deliver'd me to my four crofs,
And water cannot with away your fin. [ticles.
North. My lord, diípatch; read o'er thefe ar-
K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot fee:
And d yet falt-water blinds them not fo much,
But they can fee a fort of traitors here.
Nay, if I turn inine eyes upon myself,
I find myself a traitor with the reft:
For I have given here my foul's confent,
To undeck the pompous body of a king;
Make glory bafe; a fovereign, a flave;
Proud majefty, a subject; state, a peafant.
North. My lord,-

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K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught 4, in

fulting man,

My care is lofs of care, by old care done;
Your care is-gain of care, by new care won:
The cares I give, I have, though given away;
They tend the crown, yet ftill with me they stay.
Boling. Are you contented to refign the crown?
K. Rich. Ay, no;-no, ay;--for I muít no-Oh, that I were a mockery king of snow,

Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,--
No, not that name was given me at the font,
But 'tis ufurp'd:--Alack the heavy day,
That I have worn fo many winters out,
And know not now what name to call myself!

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North. The commons will not then be fatisfy'd.
K. Ricb. They shall be fatisfy'd; I'll read enough,
When I do fee the very book indeed
Where all my fins are writ, and that's-myself.
Enter one, with a glass.

Give me that glafs, and therein will I read.--
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath forrow ftruck
So many blows upon this face of mine,

And made no deeper wounds?-Oh, flattering glass,
Like to my followers in profperity,

Thou doft beguile me!-Was this face the face
That every day under his houthold roof
Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face,
That, like the fun, did make beholders wink?
Was this the face that fac'd fo many follies,
And was at laft out-fac'd by Bolingbroke?
A brittle glory fhineth in this face:

[Dafoe the glafs against the ground.
As brittle as the glory, is the face;
For there it is, crack'd in an hundred fhivers.—
Mark, filent king, the moral of this iport,-
How foon my forrow hath deftroy'd my face.
Boling. The fhadow of your forrow hath destroy'd
The fhadow of your face.

K. Rich. Say that again.

The fhadow of my forrow? Ha! let's fee :-
'Tis very true, my grief lies all within;
And thefe external manners of lament,
Are merely thadows to the unfeen grief,
That wells with filence in the tortur'd foul;

There lies the fubftance: and I thank thee, king,
For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st
Me caufe to wail, but teachest me the way
How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon,
And then be gone, and trouble you no more.
Shall I obtain it?

Boling. Name it, fair coufin.

[a king:

K. Rich. Fair coufin? Why, I am greater than
For, when I was a king, my flatterers
Were then but subjects; being now a subject,
I have a king here to my flatterer.
Being fo great, I have no need to beg.
Boling. Yet afk.

K. Rich. And fhall I have?
Boling. You fhall.

K. Rib. Then give me leave to go.
Boling. Whither?

[fights. K. Ricb. Whither you will, fo I were from your Boling. Go fome of you,convey him to the Tower. K. Rich. Oh, good! convey?-conveyers are you all,

That rife thus nimbly by a true king's fall. [Exit.

Boling. On Wednetday next, we folemnly fet Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. [down [Ex.all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle,and Aumerle.

Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. Carl. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn Shall feel this day as fharp to them as thorn.

Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?

Abbot. Before I freely fpeak my mind herein,
You fhall not only take the facrament
To bury 2 mine intents, but alfo to effect
Whatever I fhall happen to devite :-

I fee, your brows are full of difcontent,
Your hearts of forrow, and your eyes of tears;
Come home with me to fupper, and I'll lay
A plot, thall fhew us all a merry day.

[Exeuns.

Queen. T

ACT V.

SCENE I.

A Street in London.

Enter Queen, and Ladies.

Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand;

[To K. Rich. Thou map of honour; thon king Richard's tomb, And not king Richard; thou most beauteous inn,

HIS way the king will come; this is Why thould hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee,

the way

To Julius Cæfar's ill-erected tower 3,

To whofe flint bofom my condemned lord
Is doom'd a prifoner by proud Bolingbroke:
Here let us reft, if this rebellious earth
Have any refting for her true king's queen.
Enter King Richard, and guards.
But foft, but fee, or rather do not fee,
My fair rofe wither: Yet look up; behold;
That you in pity may diffolve to dew,

And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.

When triumph is become an ale-house guest ?
K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not fo,
To make my end too fudden: learn, good foul,
To think our former state a happy dream;
From which awak'd, the truth of what we are
Shews us but this: I am fworn brother, fweet,
To grim neceflity; and he and I

Will keep a league 'till death. Hie thee to France,
And cloifter thee in fome religious house:
Our holy lives must win a new world's crown,
Which our profane hours here have ftricken down.

1 i. c. jugglers. 2 i. e. to conceal. 3 The Tower of London is faid to have been erected by Julius Cæfar.

Queen

Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and

mind
Transform'd, and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke
Depos'd thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart?
The lion, dying, thrufteth forth his paw,
And wounds the earth, if nothing elfe, with rage
To be o'erpower'd; And wilt thou, pupil-like,
Take thy correction mildly? kifs the rod?
And fawn on rage with base humility,
Which art a lion, and a king of beasts?

[beafts,

K. Rich. A king of beafts, indeed; if aught but
I had been still a happy king of men.
Good fometime queen, prepare thee hence for
France:

Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak'ft,
As from my death-bed, my lait living leave.
In winter's tedious nights, fit by the fire
With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales
Of woeful ages, long ago betid:

And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief1,
Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
And fend the hearers weeping to their beds.
For why, the fenfelefs brands will fympathize
The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
And, in compaifion, weep the fire out:
And fome will mourn in afhes, fome coal-black,
For the depofing of a rightful king.

Enter Northumberland, attended.

North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is
chang'd;

You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.-
And, madam, there is order ta'en for you;
With all fwift freed, you must away to France.
K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where-

withal

[way

The mounting Bolingbroke afcends my throne,-
The time fhall not be many hours of age
More than it is, ere foul fin, gathering head,
Shall break into corruption: thou shalt think,
Though he divide the realm, and give thee half,
It is too little, helping him to all;
And he thall think, that thou, which knowit the
To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
Being ne'er fo little urg'd, another way
To pluck him headlong from the ufurped throne.
The love of wicked friends converts to fear;
That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both,
To worthy danger, and deferved death.

North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
Take leave, and part; for you mutt part forthwith.
K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd --Bad men, ye violate
A two-fold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me;
And then, betwixt me and my married wife.-
Let me unkifs the oath 'twixt thee and me:

[To the Queen.

And yet not fo, for with a kifs 'twas made.--
Part us, Northumberland; I towards the north,
Where fhivering cold and fickness pines the clime;
My wife to France; from whence, fet forth in pomp,
She came adorned hither like fweet May,
Sent back like Hollowmas 2,or fhort'ft of day.

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K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and
heart from heart.

Queen. Banish us both, and fend the king with me.
North. That were fome love, but little policy.
Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go
K. Rich. Sotwo, together weeping, make one woe.
Weep thou for me in France, 1 for thee here;
Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near 3.
Go, count thy way with fighs; I, mine with groans.
Queen. So longest way thall have the longest

means.

K. Rib. Twice for one ftep I'll groan, the

way being fhort,

Come, come, in wooing forrow let's be brief,
And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
Since, wedding it, there is fuch length in grief.
One kifs fhall ftop our mouths, and dumbly part;—
Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.

[They kifs. Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part,

To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart.

[Kifs again.

So, now I have mine own again, be gone,
That I may ftrive to kill it with a groan.
K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond
delay:

Once more adieu; the reft let forrow fay.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

11.

The Duke of York's palace.

Enter York, and his Dutchess.

Dutch. My lord, you told me, you would tell
the reft,

When weeping made you break the story off
Of our two coufins coming into London.
York. Where did I leave ?

Dutch. At that fad stop, my lord,
Where rude mifgovern'd hands, from window tops,
Threw duft and rubbish on king Richard's head.

[broke,

York. Then, as I faid, the duke, great Boling-
Mounted upon a hot and fiery ftced,
Which his afpiring rider feem'd to know,--
With flow, but ftately pace kept on his courfe,
While all tongues cry'd-God fave thee, Boling-
broke!

You would have thought, the very windows fpake,
So many greedy looks of young and old
Through cafements darted their defiring eyes
Upon his vifage; and that all the walls,
With painted imag'ry, had faid at once,-
Jefu preferve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!
Whilft he, from one fide to the other turning,
Bare-headed, lower than his proud fteed's neck,
Befpake them thus,-I thank you, countrymen :
And thus ftill doing, thus he paft along.

Dutch. Alas, poor Richard where rides he
the while?

York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men,

Queen. And muft we be divided? muft we part? After a well-grac'd actor leaves the ftage,

1 Meaning, to retaliate their mournful stories. November.

2 i. e. All-hallows, or all-hallewntide; the fift of

2 i. e. to be never the migher; or, to make no advance towards the good delired.

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Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious:

Even fo, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did fcowl on Richard; no man cry'd, God fave him;
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:
But duft was thrown upon his facred head;
Which with fuch gentle forrow he fhook off,→
His face ftill combating with tears and fimiles,
The badges of his grief and patience,—

That had not God, for fome ftrong purpose, steel'd
The hearts of men, they soft perforce have melted,
And barbarifm itself have tied him.
But heaven hath a hand in there events;

To whofe high will we bound our calm contents.
To Bolingbroke are we fworn fubjects now,
Whofe ftate and honour I for aye allow.
Enter Aumerle.

Dutch. Here comes my fon Aumerle.
York. Aumerle that was 2;

But that is loft, for being Richard's friend,
And, madam, you must call him Rutland now:
I am in parliament pledge for his truth,
And lafting fealty to the new-made king. [now,
Dutch. Welcome, my fon: Who are the violets
That ftrew the green lap of the new-come spring?
Aum. Madam, Iknow not, nor I greatly care not;
God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. [time,
York. Well, bear you well 3 in this new fpring of
Left you be cropt before you come to prime.
What news from Oxford? Hold those jufts and
umphs?

Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do.
York. You will be there, know.

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Enter Servant, with boots.

York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the king. Dutch. Strike him, Aumerle.-Poor boy, thou art amaz'd—

Hence, villain; never more come in my fight.--
[Speaking to the fervant.

York. Give me my boots, I fay.
Dutch. Why, York, what wilt thou do?
Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?
Have we more fons ? or are we like to have?
Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?
And wilt thou pluck my fair fon from mine age,
And rob me of a happy mother's name?

Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?
York. Thou fond mad woman,

Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?
A dozen of them here have ta'en the facrament,
And interchangeably fet down their hands,
To kill the king at Oxford.

Dutch. He thall be none;
We'll keep him here: Then what is that to him?
York. Away, fond woman were he twenty
tri-My fon, I would appeach him.
[times

Aum. If God prevent me not; I purpose fo.
York. What feal is that, that hangs without thy
bofom ?

Yea, look it thou pale? let me fee the writing.
Aum. My lord, 'tis nothing.

York. No matter then who fees it :
I will be fatisfy'd, let me fee the writing.

Aum. I do befeech your grace to pardon me;
It is a matter of imali confequence,

Which for fome reafons I would not have seen.
York. Which for fome reafons, fir, I mean to fee.
I fear, I fear,-

Dutch. What should you fear?

'Tis nothing but fome bond, that he is enter'd into
For gay apparel, againft the triumph. [hond

York. Bound to himfelf? what doth he with a
That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.--
Boy, let me fee the writing.
Aum. I do befeech you, pardon me; I may not
York. I will be fatisfied; let me fee it, I fay.

[fhew it.

Dutch. Hadft thou groan'd for him,
As I have done, thou dit be more pitiful.
But now I know thy mind; thou doft suspect,
That I have been difloyal to thy bed,
And that he is a baftard, not thy fon:
Sweet York, fweet hufband, be not of that mind
He is as like thee as a man may be,
Not like to me, or any of my kin,
And yet I love him.

Fork. Make way, unruly woman. [Exit. [horse;
Dutch. After, Aumerle: mount thee upon his
Spur, poft; and get before him to the king,
And beg thy pardon ere he do accufe thee.
I'll not be long behind; though I be old,
I doubt not but to ride as fast as York:
And never will I rife up from the ground,
'Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee: Away.
[Extent,

SCENE III.

The Court at Windfor Cafle.

Enter Bolingbroke, Percy, and other Lords. Baling. Can no man teil of my unthrifty fon? [Snatches it and reads. 'Tis full three months, fince I did fee him last:If any plague hang over us, 'tis he.

Treafon! foul treafon !-villain! traitor! flave!
Dutch. What is the matter, my lord?
York. Ho! who is within there? faddle my horfe.
Heaven, for his mercy! what treachery is here!
Dutch. Why, what is it, my lord?

York. Give me my boots, I fay; faddle my horfe:-
Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth,

I would to heaven, my lords, he might be found:
Enquire at London 'mongit the taverns there,
For there, they fay, he daily doth frequent,
With unreftrained loofe companions;
Even fuch, they fay, as itand in narrow lanes,
And beat our watch, and rob our pallengers;

Ii. e. careleЛly turned. 2 From Holinfled we learn, that the dukes of Aumerie, Surry, and Exeter, were by an act of Henry's firft parliament deprived of their dukedoms, but allowed to retain their carldoms of Ruiland, Kent, and Huntingdon. 3. e. condu&t yourfelt with prudence.

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