Boling. Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up.
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best
In all this prefence that hath mov'd me fo.
Fitzw. If that thy valour stand on fympathies,
There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine.
By that fair fun, that fhews me where thou ftand'st,
I heard thee fay, and vauntingly thou fpak'ft it,
That thou wert caufe of noble Glo'fter's death..
If thou deny't it, twenty times thou lieft,
And I will turn thy falfhood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with. my rapier's point.
Aum. Thou dar'ft 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 th' extreameft point Of mortal breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'ft. Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,, And never brandifh more revengeful steel Over the glittering helmet of my foe! Who fets me elfe? by heav'n, I'll throw at all. I have a thousand fpirits in my breaft, To answer twenty thousand fuch as you.
Surry. My Lord Fitzwater, I remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk,
Fitzw. My Lord, 'tis true: You were in prefence then
And you can witnefs with me, this is true."
Surry. As falfe, by Heav'n, as Heav'n itself is true.. Fitzw. Surry, thou lieft.
Surry. Difhonourable 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, reft
In the earth as quiet, as thy father's fcull..
In proof whereof, there is mine honour's
Engage it to the tryal, if thou, dar ft.
Fitzw. How fondly doft thou spur a forward horfe? If I dare eat, or drink,, or breathe, or live,.
Idare meet Surry in a wilderness,
And fpit upon him, whilst 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,,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal.
Befides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk fay,
That thou, Aumerle, didft fend two of thy men
To execute the noble Duke at Calaiss
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 diffrences fhall all reft under gage,
Till Norfolk be repeal'd: Repeal'd he fhall be;
And though mine enemy, reftor'd again
To all his feigniories; when he's return'd,.
Against Aumerle we will enforce his tryal.
Carl. That honourable day shall ne'er be feen.
Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
For Jefu Chrift, in glorious chriftian field.
Streaming the enfign of the christian cross,
Against black pagans, turks, and faracens:
Then, 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 Chrift,
Under whofe colours he had fought fo long..
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Carl. Sure as I live, my Lord.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his foul
To th' bofom of good Abraham!Lords appellants, Your diff'rences fhall all reft under gage,
Till we affign you to your days of tryal.
York. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee...
From plume-pluckt Richard, who with willing foul
Adopts thee heir, and his high fcepter yields.
To the poffeffion of thy royal hand.
Afcend his throne, defcending now from him,
And long live Henry, of that name the Fourth!
Boling. In God's name, I'll afcend the regal throne,
Carl. Marry, Heav'n forbid !
Worft in this royal prefence may I fpeak,
Yet beft befeeming me to fpeak the truth.
Would God, that any in this noble prefence
Were enough noble to be upright judge
Of noble Richard; then true nobleness would
Learn him forbearance from fo foul a wrong.
What fubject can give fentence on his King?
And who fits here, that is not Richard's subject?
Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be feen in them.
And fhall the figure of God's Majesty,
His captain, fteward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crown'd, and planted many years,
Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath,
And he himself not present? oh, forbid it!
That, in a christian climate, souls refin'd
Should fhew fo heinous, black, obfcene a deed.
I speak to fubjects, and a fubject fpeaks,
Stir'd up by heav'n, 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 prophesy,
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,
Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny
Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
The field of Golgotha, and dead men's fculls.
Oh, if you rear this house against this houfe (18),
(28) Ob, if you rear this boufe against his boufe.] This is only the reading of our laft learned editor, and can mean no more than this, if you rear the Parliament boufe, or Bolingbroke's houfe againft King Richard's houfe, it will make a moft woeful divifion. But, with submiffion, the poet intended fomething farther: i.e. If you aim at fetting up monarchy against monarchy, a bouse divided against itself can
It will the woefulleft divifion prove,
That ever fell upon this curfed earth.
Prevent, refil it, let it not be fo,
Left children's children cry against you, woe.
North. Well have you argu'd, Sir; and for your pains, Of capital treafon we arreft you here.
My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge,
To keep him fafely till his day of tryal.
May't please you, Lords, to grant the Commons fuit ? Boling Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may furrender: So we fhall porceed
Without fufpicion.
York. I will be his conduct.
Boling. Lords, you that here are under our arreft, Procure your fureties for your days of answer: Little are we beholden to your love,
And little look'd for at your helping hands.
Enter King Richard, and York.
K. Rich. Alack, why am I fent for to a King,
Before I have fhook off the regal thoughts
Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd
T'infinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.
Give forrow leave a-while, to tutor me
To this fubmiffion. Yet I well remember
The favours of thefe men: Were they not mine?
Did they not fometimes cry, all hail to me?
So Judas did to Chrift: But he, in twelve,
Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand, 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 Heav'n do think him me.
To do what service, am I fent for hither ?
never ftand. The al'ufion is certainly to this phrafe in the Gospel z. and all the genuine copies, uno are, concur in reading;
Oh if you rear this house against this mouse,
But Mr. Pope perhaps, may not be for having Scripture alluded to, unlefs ludicrously; and fo wou'd not allow a Bishop to quote a text, though ever so much to his purpose.
York. To do that office of thine own good will, Which tired Majefty did make thee offer:
The refignation of thy ftate and crown.
K. Rich. Give me the crown.-Here, coufin, feize the
Here on this fide my hand, on that fide thine.
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 depofe,
But not my griefs; ftill am I King of those.
Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your crown. K. Rich. Your cares, fet up, do not pluck my cares down. 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 muft nothing be: Therefore no no; for I refign to thee.
Now, mark me how I will undo myself;
I give this heavy weight from off my head:
And this unwieldy fcepter from my hand;
The pride of kingly fway from out my heart;
With mine own tears I wash away my balm;
With mine own hands I give away my crown;
With mine own tongue deny my facred ftate;
With mine own breath release all dutious oaths.
All pomp and Majefty I do forfwear :
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 lye Richard in an earthy pitk
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