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Be rush'd upon. Thy thrice-noble cousin,

Would not this ill do well ?-Well, well, I see
Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; I talk but idly, and you mock at me.-
And by the honorable tomb he swears,

Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones, What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty And by the royalties of both your bloods,

Give Richard leave to live till Richard die ? Currents that spring from one most gracious head, You make a dleg, and Bolingbroke says ay. And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,

North. My lord, in the base * court he doth attend And by the worth and honor of himself,

To speak with you: may't please you to come down! Comprising all that may be sworn or said,

K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering His coming hither hath no farther scope,

Wanting the manage of unruly jades. (Phaeton, Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg

[NORTH. retires again to Bolixo. Enfranchisement immediate on his knees:

In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, Which on thy royal party granted once,

To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. His glittering arms he will a commend to rust, In the base court? Come down? down, court! down, His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart

king! To faithful service of your majesty.

For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should This swears he, as he is a prince, is just,


[Exeunt, from above. And, las a gentleman, I credit him. [returns. Boling. What says his majesty ? K. Rich. Northumberland, say,--thus the king North.

Sorrow and grief of heart His noble cousin is right welcome hither;

3 Make him speak ffondly, like a frantic man: And all the number of his fair demands

Yet he is come. Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction. Enter King Richard, and his Attendants, below. With all the gracious utterance thou hast,

Boling. Stand all apart, Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.

And show fair duty to his majesty.(NORTHUMBERLAND retires to BOLINGBROKE. My gracious lord,

[Kneeling. We do debase ourself, cousin, [ TO AUMERLE.] do To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? (we not, To make the base earth proud with kissing it:

K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, Shall we call back Northumberland, and send

Me rather had, my heart might feel your love,
Defiance to the traitor, and so die? [words,
Aum. No, good my lord: let's fight with gentle Up, cousin, up: your heart is up, I know,

Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy. Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful Thus high at least, although your knee be low. swords.

[of mine, K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this tongue

Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.

K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. That laid the sentence of dread banishment

Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, On yond' proud man, should take it off again With words of b sooth. O! that I were as great

As my true service shall deserve your love. [have,

K. Rich. Well you deserve :-they well deserve to As is my grief, or lesser than my name,

That know the strong'st and surest way to get.Or that I could forget what I have been, Or not remember what I must be now.

Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes; Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to Cousin, I am too young to be your father,

Tears show their love, but want their remedies.beat,

? [Unbuttoning. Though you are old enough to be my heir. Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. Aum. Northumberland comes back from Boling: For do we must what force will have us do.

What you will have I'll give, and willing too, broke.

[submit? K. Rich. What must the king do now? "Must he

Set on towards London.-Cousin, is it so ?

Boling. Yea, my good lord. The king shall do it. Must he be depos'a ?

K. Rich.

Then, I must not say no. The king shall be contented. Must he lose

[Flourish. Exeunt. The name of king? o' God's name, let it go: I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,

SCENE IV.-Langley. The Duke of YORK's My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,

My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown,
My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood,

Enter the Queen, and trco Ladies.
My sceptre for a palmer's walking staff,

Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this My subjects for a pair of carved saints,

To drive away the heavy thought of care ? [garden, And my large kingdom for a little grave,

1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. [rubs, A little little grave, an obscure grave:

Queen. 'Twill make me think the world is full of Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,

And that my fortune runs against the bias.
Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet 1 Lady. Madam, we'll dance.
May hourly trample on their sovereign's head; Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight,
For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:
And, buried once, why not upon my head ?-

Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.
Aumerle, thou weep'st; my tender-hearted cousin ! 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.
We'll make foul weather with despised tears ;

Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy?
Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,

1 Lady. Of either, madam. And make a dearth in this revolting land:

Queen. Of neither, girl;
Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,

For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
And make some pretty match with shedding tears? It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
As thus ;-to drop them still upon one place, Or if of grief, being altogether had,
Till they have fretted us a pair of graves

It adds more sorrow to my want of joy ;
Within the earth; and, therein laid, there lies

For what I have I need not to repeat,
Two kinsmen digg'd their graves with weeping eyes. And what I want it 6 boots not to complain.

• Commit.-"Of sooth," i. e., of sweetness, kindness. d" A leg," i. e., a bow - The base court was the lower $"Of common trade," 1 e., of frequent resort.

court of the castle.' Foolishly.- Profits.

1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

Why dost thou say king Richard is depos’d? Queen.

'Tis well that thou hast cause; Darst thou, thou little better thing than earth, But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how, weep

Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thou wretch. 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you good. Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I,

Queen. And I could sing, would weeping do me To breathe these news, yet what I say is true.
And never borrow any tear of thee. [good, King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
But stay, here come the gardeners :

of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd: Let's step into the shadow of these trees. In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, My wretchedness unto a row of pins,

And some few vanities that make him light; They'll talk of state ; for every one doth so But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Against a change. Woe is forerun with woe. Besides himself, are all the English peers,

[QUEEN and Ladies retire. And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. Enter a Gardener and two Servants.

Post you to London, and you'll find it so; Gard. Go, bind thou up yond' dangling apricocks, I speak no more than every one doth know. Which, like unruly children, make their sire

Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,

Doth not thy embassage belong to me, Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight:

And am I last that knows it? O! thou think'st Give some supportance to the bending twigs.Go thou, and like an executioner,

To serve me last, that I may longest keep Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing b sprays,

Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go

To meet at London London's king in woe.-
That look too lofty in our commonwealth:
All must be even in our government.-

What! was I born to this, that my sad look
You thus employ'd, I will go root away

Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?The noisome weeds, that without profit suck

Gardener, for telling me these news of woe, The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.

Pray God, the plants thou graft'st may never grow. 1 Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale,

[Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Keep law, and form, and due proportion,

Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be no Showing, as in a model, our firm estate,

I would my skill were subject to thy curse. [worse,

Here did she & fall a tear; here, in this place,
When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,

I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace:
Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up,
Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd,

Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,

In the remembrance of u weeping queen. [Exeunt. Her d knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars ? Gard.

Hold thy peace. He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring,

ACT IV. Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: The weeds that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, The Lords spiritual on the right side of the Throne ;

SCENE I.-London. Westminster Hall. That seem'd in eating him to hold him up, Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke;

the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below. I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.

Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NOR1 Serv. What! are they dead?


They are; and Bolingbroke the Bishop of Carlisle, the Abbot of Westminster, Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.- What pity is it,

and Attendants. That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, Boling. Call forth Bagot.As we this garden. At the time of year

6 Enter Bagot, guarded. 3We wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees, Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind, Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood,

What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; With too much riches it confound itself:

Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd Had he done so to great and growing men,

The bloody office of his la timeless end. They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste Bagot. Then, set before my face the lord Aumerle. Their fruits of duty. Superfluous branches

Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. We lop away, that bearing boughs may live:

Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. Which waste - and idle hours have quite thrown down. In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted, 1 Serv. What! think you, then, the king shall be I heard you say,—“Is not my arm of length, depos'd?

That reacheth from the restful English court,
Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'a,

As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head ?
'Tis e doubt, he will be : letters came last night Amongst much other talk, that very time,
To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
That tell black tidings.

The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,
Queen. O! I am press'd to death, through want Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
of speaking.

[Coming forward. Adding withal, how blest this land would be Thou, old Adam's

likeness, set to dress this garden, In this your cousin's death. How dares thy harsh, rude tongue sound this un Aum.

Princes, and noble lords, pleasing news ?

What answer shall I make to this base man?
What Ève, what serpent hath suggested thee Shall I so much dishonor my fair i stars,
To make a second fall of cursed man?

On equal terms to give him chastisement ?

Either I must, or have mine honor soil'd "" Woe is forerun with woe," i, e., woe is a harbinger With the attainder of his slanderous lips.to woe -b Sprouts ; twigs.--"A pale," i. e., an enclosure. - Knots were corresponding garden patches or beds. & Drop. Untimely.- "My fair stars," i. e., the superior "Tis doubt," L. e., doubtless; there is little doubt. -- An al stars that presided at my birth. Only the inferior stars, lusion to the ancient punishment of pressing to death, inflict according to Pliny, were supposed to be predominant at the ed upon prisoners refusing to plead.

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There is my gage, the manual seal of death, Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,
And will maintain what thou hast said is false Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens ;
To stain the temper of my knightly sword.

And toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself
Boling. Bagot, forbear: thou shalt not take it up. To Italy, and there, at Venice, gave

Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best His body to that pleasant country's earth, In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so. And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,

Fitz. If that thy valor stand on a sympathy, Under whose colors he had fought so long. There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine.

Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead ? By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st, Bishop. As surely as I live, my lord. [the bosom I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. Of good old Abraham!-Lords appellants, If thou deny'st it lwenty times, thou liest;

Your differences shall all rest under gage, And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,

Till we assign to you your days of trial. Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

Enter York, attended. Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that day. York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee, Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. From plume-pluck'd Richard, who with willing soul Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn’d to hell for this. Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields

Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honor is as true To the possession of thy royal hand. In this appeal, as thou art all unjust;

Ascend his throne, descending now from bim, And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, And long live Henry, of that name the fourth! To prove it on thee to th' extremest point

Boling. In God's name I'll ascend the regal throne. Of mortal breathing. Seize it if thou dar'st.

Bishop. Marry, God forbid !
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
And never brandish more revengeful steel

Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
Over the glittering helmet of my


Would God, that any in this noble presence Lord. I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle; Were enough noble to be upright judge And spur thee on with full as many lies

Of noble Richard: then, true "nobless would As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear

Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. From sun to bsun. There is my honor's pawn: What subject can give sentence on his king? Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. [at all. And who sits here that is not Richard's subject ?

Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw Thieves are not judg'd but they are by to hear, I have a thousand spirits in one breast,

Although apparent guilt be seen in them; To answer twenty thousand such as you.

And shall the figure of God's majesty, Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well His captain, steward, deputy elect, The very time Aumerle and you did talk.

Anointed, crown'd, planted many years,
Fitz. 'Tis very true: you were in presence then; Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath,
And you can witness with me this is true. [true. And ? he not present! 0! 6 forfend it, God,

Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd
Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.

Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!

Dishonorable boy! I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,

Stirr'd up by God thus boldly for his king.
That it shall render vengeance and revenge, My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
Till thou, the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie

Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king;
In earth as quiet as thy father's skull.

And if you crown him, let me prophesy
In proof whereof, there is my honor's pawn : The blood of English shall manure the ground,
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.

And future ages groan for this foul act:
Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse. Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,

And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars
I dare meet Surrey in a ' wilderness,

Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound; And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies,

Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,
And lies, and lies. There is my bond of faith, Shall here inhabil, and this land be call'd
To tie thee to my strong correction.

The field of Golgotha, and dead men's skulls.
As I intend to thrive in this new world,

0! if you raise this house against this house, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:

It will the woefullest division prove,
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say,

That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,
To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Lest child, child's children, cry against you-woe! Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage. North. Well have you argued, sir; and, for your That Norfolk lies, here do I throw down this, Of capital treason we arrest you here. [pains, If he may be repeal'd to try his honor.

My lord of Westminster, be it your charge Boling. These differences shall all rest under gage, To keep him safely till his day of trial. Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be, May it please you, lords, to grunt the commons' suit. And, though mine enemy, restor'd again

Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view To all his lands and signories. When he's return'd, He may surrender: so we shall proceed Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

Without suspicion. Bishop. That honorable day shall ne'er be seen. York.

I will be his h conduct. [Eril.

Boling. Lords, you that here are under our arrest, * On sympathy," i. e., on equality of blood and rank. "From sun to run," i, e., from sunrise to sunset_* Who

Procure your sureties for your days of answer. scts me rlse,"i. e, Who else offers me the pledge of battle! Little are we beholding to your love, [ To the Biskop,

"In a wilderness," i. c., where no help can be had 3 And look for little at your helping hands. against him.--"In this new world,” i. e., where I have just commenced my career.

I Nobleness. — Forbid. - Conductor.

Re-enter YORK, with King RICHARD, and Officers. May deem that you are worthily depos'd. bearing the Crown, doc.

K. Rich. Must I do so ? and must I ravel out K. Rich. Alack! why am I sent for to a king,

My weav'd up folly ? Gentle Northumberland, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts

If thy offences were upon record, Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd

Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop, To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs :

To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st, Give sorrow leave awbile to tutor me

There should'st thou find one heinous article, To this submission. Yet I well remember

Containing the deposing of a king, The a favors of these men: were they not mine? And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, Did they not sometimes cry, All hail ! to me? Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven.So Judas did to Christ; but he, in twelve, [none. Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, Found truth in all, but one: I, in twelve thousand, Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, God save the king ! Will no man say, amen ?

Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Am I both priest and clerk ? well then, amen, Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates God save the king! although I be not he;

Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.

And water cannot wash away your sin.

[cles. To do what service am I sent for hither?

North. My lord, dispatch: read o'er these artiYork. To do that office of thine own good will,

K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see; Which tired majesty did make thee offer;

And yet sall water blinds them not so much, The resignation of thy state and crown

But they can see a 'sort of traitors here. To Harry Bolingbroke.

Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself, K. Rich. Give me the crown. Here, cousin, I find myself a traitor with the rest ; seize the crown; 1[Crown brought.

For I have given here my soul's consent, Here, cousin, on this side my hand, and on that side, To undeck the pompous body of a king; Now is this golden crown like a deep well, [yours. Made glory base, and sovereignty a slave, That bowes two buckets, filling one another;

Proud majesty a subject; state a peasant. The emptier ever dancing in the air,

North. My lord,

[man, The other down, unseen, and full of water:

K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou < haught, insulting That bucket down, and full of tears, am I,

Nor no man's lord: I have no name, no title, Drinking my grief, whilst you mount up on high.

No, not that name was given me at the font, Boling, I thought you had been willing to resign. But 'tis usurp’d.---Alack, the heavy day!

K. Rich. My crown, I am ; but still my griefs are That I have worn so many winters out, You may my glories and my state depose, [mine. And know not now what name to call mys But not my griefs: still am I king of those.

O! that I were a mockery king of snow, Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, crown.

[down. To melt myself away in water drops ! K. Rich. Your cares set up do not pluck my cares Good king, -great king, -and yet not greatly good, My care is loss of care, by old care done;

And if my name be sterling yet in England, Your care is gain of care, by new care won:

Let it command a mirror hither straight, The cares I give, I have, though given away;

That it may show me what a face I have, They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.

Since it is bankrupt of b his majesty. Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown?

Boling. Go some of you, and

fetch a looking-glass. K. Rich. Ay, no; no, ay ;-for I must nothing be;

[E.rit an Attendant. Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.

North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth Now mark me how I will undo myself.

[to hell. I give this heavy weight from off my head,

K. Rich. Fiend ! thou torment'st me ere I come And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,

Boling. Urge it no more, my lord NorthumberThe pride of kingly sway from out my heart:

land. With mine own tears I wash away my d balm,

North. The commons will not then be satisfied. With mine own hands I give away my crown,

K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough, With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,

When I do see the very book indeed, With mine own breath release all duties, rites :

Where all my sins are writ, and that's—myself

. All pomp and majesty I do forswear;

Re-enter Attendant with a Glass. My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;

Give me the glass, and therein will I read.My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny:

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck God pardon all oaths that are broke to me! So many blows upon this face of mine, God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee! And made no deeper wounds ?--0, flattering glass! Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd, Like to my followers in prosperity, And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd!

Thou dost beguile me. Was this face the face, Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit,

That every day under his household roof And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit!

Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face,
God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, That like the sun did make beholders wink?
And send him many years of sunshine days ! Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies,
What more remains ?

And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke?
No more, but that you read

A brittle glory shineth in this face:

[Offering a paper. As brittle as the glory is the face; These accusations, and these grievous crimes,

[Dashes the Glass against the ground. Committed by your person, and your followers, For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.Against the state and profit of this land;

Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport: That, by confessing them, the souls of men

"If thou would'st," i. e, if thou would'st read a list of Countenances ; features. Owns, - Attend. - "My thy own deeds.-- " Sort," i. e., set; company.-- Haughty. balm," i. e., my out of consecration.

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How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. Thou d map of honor; thou king Richard's tomb,

Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd And not king Richard ; thou most beauteous einn, The shadow of your face.

Why should hard-favor'd grief be lodg'd in thee, K. Rich. Say that again.

When triumph is become an alehouse guest ? [so, The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see :

K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within ;

To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, And these external manners of lament

To think our former state a happy dream; Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,

From which awak'd, the truth of what we are That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul; Shows us but this. I am sworn fbrother, sweet, There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, To grim necessity; and he and I For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st

Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way

And cloister thee in some religious house: How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, And then begone and trouble you no more. Which our profane hours here have stricken down. Shall I obtain it?

Queen. What! is my Richard both in shape and Boling: Name it, fair cousin.

mind K. Rich. Fair cousin ! I am greater than a king; Transform'd and weaken'd? Hath - this Bolingbroke For, when I was a king, my flatterers

| Depos'd thine intellect? hath be been in thy heart I Were then but subjects; being now a subject, The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, I have a king here to my flatterer.

And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage Being so great, I have no need to beg.

To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like Boling. Yet ask.

| Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod, K. Rich. And shall I have it?

And fawn on rage with base humility, Boling. You shall.

Which art a lion, and a king of beasts ? [beasts, K. Rich. Why then give me leave to go.

K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but Boling. Whither?

[sights. I bad been still a happy king of men. K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France: Boling. Go, some of you ; convey him to the Think I am dead; and that even here thou tak'st, Tower.

[all, As from my death-bed, my last living leave. K. Rich. O, good ! Convey ? — Conveyors are you In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.

With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales [Exeunt K. RICHARD, and Guard. Of woeful ages long ago <betid; Boling. On Wednesday next we solemnly set And, ere thou bid good night, to be quit their grief, Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves. [down Tell thou the lamentable tale of me, [Exeunt all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. and AUMERLE.

For why, the senseless brands will sympathize Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,

Bishop. The woe's to come: the children yet un- And in compassion weep the fire out ;
Shall-feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. [born And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,

Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot For the deposing of a rightful king.
To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? (herein, Enter NorthuMBERLAND, attended.
Abbot. My lord, before I freely speak my mind

North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd: You shall not only take the sacrament

You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.To bury mine intents, but also to effect

And, madam, there is order ta'en for you: Whatever I shall happen to devise.

With all swift speed you must away to France. I see your brows are full of discontent,

K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder, whereYour hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears:

withal Come home with me to supper; I will lay The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, A plot, shall show us all a merry day. [Exeunt. The time shall not be many hours of age

More than it is, ere foul sin gathering head

Shall break into corruption. Thou shalt think, ACT V.

Though he divide the realm, and give thee half,

It is too little, helping him to all :
SCENE I.-London. A Street leading to the And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the way

To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
Enter QUEEN, and Attendants.

Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way

To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. Queen. This way the king will come: this is the The love of wicked friends converts to fear; To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower,

[way That fear to hate; and hate turns one, or both, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord

To worthy danger and deserved death, Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke.

North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end. Here let us rest; if this rebellious earth

Take leave, and part, for you must part forthwith, Have any resting for her true king's queen.

K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd !-Bad men, ye violate Enter King RICHARD, and Guard. A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me, But soft, but see, or rather do not see,

And then, betwixt me and my married wife. My fair rose wither: yet look up, behold,

Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me; That you in pity may dissolve to dew,

[ They embrace. And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.-

And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.Ah! thou, the model where old Troy did stand ; Part us, Northumberland: I toward the north,

Where shivering cold and sickness pine the clime; a "Conveyors," i. e, jugglers; thieves.--"M-erected," i. e., erected for evil purposes." The model where old d“ Map," i, e., picture. ---"Inn," i. c., mansion ; residence Troy did stand," i. e., the likeness of that cheerless waste - "Sworn brother," i. e., partner. Passed.--. *To quit where proud Troy once stood,

their grief," i. e., to requite their mournful stories,

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