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Why dost thou say king Richard is depos'd?
Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth,
Divine his downfal? Say, where, when, and Anc
how,

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[wretch. In Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thou To Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I, To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bolinbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd: In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, And some few vanities that make him light; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Besides himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs king Richard down.

Post you to London, and you'll find it so ;
I speak no more than every one doth know.
Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light
of foot,

Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
And am I last that knows it? O thou think'st
To serve me last, that I may longest keep
Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go,
To meet at London London's king in woe.-
What, was I born to this! that my sad look
Should grace the triumph of great Boling-
broke 3-

be no worse,

I would my skill were subject to thy curse.-
Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place,
I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace.
Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,
in the remembrance of a weeping queen.

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ACT IV.

SCENE I.-London.-Westminster Hall. The Lords spiritual on the right side of the Throne; the Lords temporal on the left; T the Commons below. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, another LORD, Bishop A of CARLISLE, Abbot of WESTMINSTER, and Attendants. Officers behind, with

Scorns to unsay what ouce it hath deliver'd,
In that dead time when Gloster's death was

plotted,

Pity.

BAGOT.

Boling. Call forth Bagot:

Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; Who wrought it with the king, and who per-T

form'd

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Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Au

merle.
Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look

that man.

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Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your dar-I ing tongue

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I heard you say,-Is not my arm of length,
That reacheth from the restful English court ||
As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?
Amongst much other talk, that very time,
I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
The offer of a hundred thousand crowns,
Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
In this your cousin's death.

Aum. Princes, and noble lords,

What answer shall I make to this base man?
Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,
On equal terms to give him chastisement?
Either I must or have mine honour soil'd
With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.-

Untimely.

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Why dost thou say king Richard is depos'd?
Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth,
Divine his downfal? Say, where, when, and
[wretch.
how,
Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thou
Gard. Pardon me, madain: little joy have I,
To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true.
King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
Of Bolinbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd:
In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,
And some few vanities that make him light;
But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
Besides himself, are all the English peers,
And with that odds he weighs king Richard
down.

KING RICHARD II.

Post you to London, and you'll find it so;
I speak no more than every one doth know.
Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light
of foot,

Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
And am I last that knows it? O thou think'st
To serve me last, that I may lougest keep
Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go,
To meet at London London's king in woe.-
What, was I born to this! that my sad look
Should grace the triumph of great Boling.
broke 1-

Gardener, for telling me this news of woe,
I would the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
[Exeunt QUEEN and LADIES.
Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might
be no worse,

I would my skill were subject to thy curse.-
Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place,
I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace.
Rae, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,
.n the remembrance of a weeping queen.

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There is my gage, the manual seal of deat
That marks thee out for hell: I say the
And will maintain, what thou hast said t
In thy heart-blood, though being all too b
To stain the temper of my knightly sword
Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt
it up.
Aum. Excepting one, I would be w

Boling. Call forth Bagot:-
Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;
What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death;
Who wrought it with the king, and who

form'd
The bloody office of his timeless + end.
Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Au-
merle.
Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon

that man.

Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your
ing tongue
Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.
In that dead time when Gloster's death was

plotted,

I heard you say,-Is not my arm of length,
That reacheth from the restful English court
As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?
Amongst much other talk, that very time,
I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
The offer of a hundred thousand crowns,
Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
In this your cousin's death.

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In all this presence, that hath me'd
Fits. If that thy valour stand on
There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage ti
By that fair sun that shows me v
stand'st,

And spur thee on with full as many le
As may he holla'd in thy treacher
From sun to sun: there is my hour
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar's
Aum. Who sets une else! by les

ACT IV.

throw at all;

SCENE I.-London.-Westminster Hall.
The Lords spiritual on the right side of the
Throne; the Lords temporal on the left; The very time Aumerle and you did al
Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were
then;

I have a thousand spirits in one breast
Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I de
To answer twenty thousand such as
well

the Commons below. Enter BOLINGBROKE,
AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTHUMBERLAND,
PERCY, FITZWATER, another LORD, Bishop And you can witness with me, this
Surrey. As false, by heaven, as bee
of CARLISLE, Abbot of WESTMINSTER,
and Attendants. Officers behind, with
BAGOT.

is true,

Aum. Princes, and noble lords,

What answer shall I make to this base man?
Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,
On equal terms to give him chastisement?
Either I must or bave mine honour soil'd
With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.--

Pity.

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I heard thee say, and vauntingly the
That thou wert cause of noble Gloster
If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou is.
And I will turn thy falsehood to thy be
Where it was forged, with my rapier's
Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, be
that day.

Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would

hour.
Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damit
this.
Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his bu

Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.
Surrey, Dishonourable boy!
That lie shall lie so heavy on my
That it shall render vengeance and re
In earth as quiet as thy father's sol
per-Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, def
In proof whereof, there is my bear'
Fitz. How foudly dost thou s
Engage it to the trial if thou dar's.

borse!

If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or
And spit upon him, whilst I say be les
dar-I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness
And lies, and lies: there is my bod
As I intend to thrive in this new wer
To tie thee to my strong correction
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two d
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk
To execute the noble duke at Calais
Aum. Some honest Christian trast
gage,
That Norfolk lies: here do I throw de
If he may be repeal'd to try his boat
Boling. These differences shall all

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In this appeal, as thou art all
And, that thou art so there I thre
To prove it on thee to the extremes
of mortal breathing: seine it, if ther

Aum. And if I do not, may my b
And never brandish more revengeinst
Over the glittering helmet of my fe
Lord. I take the earth to the
Aumerle;

gage,

Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd be sta
And, though mine enemy, restar'd
To all his land and signories; w
turn'd,
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial
Car. That honourable day shall r

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Scene I.

Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
For Jesu Christ, in glorious Christian field,
Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross,
Against 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 pleasant country's earth,
And bis pure soul unto his captain Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Car. As sure as I live, my lord.

K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king,
Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd
Beling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me
To iusinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee ;-
to the bosom

To this submission. Yet 1 well remember
The favours of these men:

Of good old Abraham !-Lords appellants,
Your differences shall all rest under gage,
Till we assign you to your days of trial.

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KING RICHARD II.

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From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing
Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
To the possession of thy royal band:
Ascend his throne, descending now from him,-
And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!
Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal

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Car. Marry, God forbid !-
Worst in this royal presence may I speak, bio
Yet best beseeming ine to speak the truth.
Would God, that any in this noble presence
Were enough noble to be upright judge
Of nosle Richard; then true nobless would
Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
What subject can give sentence on his king?
And who sits here, that is not Richard's sub-

ject?

Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear,
Althorzh apparent guilt be seen in them:
And shall the figure of God's majesty,
His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
Be judged by subject and inferior breath,

your pains,

of capital treason we arrest you here:

My lord of Westminster, be it your charge

To keep him safely till his day of trial.

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Procure your sureties for your days of answer :-
Little are we beholden to your love, [To CAR-
LISLE.]

And little look'd for at your helping hands.

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Re-enter YORK, with King RICHARD, and
Officers bearing the Crown, &c.

This Bishop of Carlisle was the only person who had the courage or the virtue to speak in behalf of au

old maner.

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Were they not

mine?
Did they not sometime cry, all bail! to me?
So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,
Found truth in all, but one: 1, in twelve thou-
sand, none.

Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen.
God save the king!-Will no man say, amen?
God save the king! although I be not he:
And yet amen, if heaven do think him me.-
To do what service am I sent for hither?
York. To do that office, of thine own good

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Which tired majesty did make thee offer,--will,

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Aud he himself not present? O forbid it, God, You may my glories and my state depose,

That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd
Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
Stirred 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 prophesy,-
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act;
Peace shall go sleep with Turks and Infidels,
And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars
Stall kin with kin, and kind with kind con-

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Drinking my grief, whilst you mount up on

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high.

Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign.

K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs are mine;

found?

Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,
Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls.
Oh! if you rear this house against this house,
It will the woefullest division prove,
That ever fell upon this cursed earth:
Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

Lest child, child's children, cry against you- With mine own hands I give away my crown,

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With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,

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North. We'll have you argu'd, Sir; and for With mine own breath release all duteous

But not my griefs: still am I king of those. Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your crown.

K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my
cares down.

My care is-loss 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 still with me they

stay. Boling. Are you contented to resign the

crown?

oaths;

All pomp and majesty I do forswear;
My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;
My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny :

May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!

suit.

God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee!

Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common Make me, that nothing have, with nothing
He may surrender; so we shall proceed

view

Without suspicion.

griev'd; And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd! Long may'st

Richard's seat to sit,

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York. I will be his conduct.

Beling. Lords, you that are here under our God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, [Exit. And sool lie Richard in an earthly pit!

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And send him many years of sunshine days
What more remains?

Nobleness.

K. Rich. Ay, no;-no, ay; for I must no-
thing be!
Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.
Now mark me how I will undo myself:-
I give this heavy weight from off my head,
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
With mine own tears I wash away my balm, ģ

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Re-enter Attendant, with a Glass.

Give me that glass, and therein will I read.-
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck
So inany blows upon this face of mine,

And made no deeper wounds ?-O flattering

Showing an outward pity: yet you Pilates
Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,
And water cannot wash away your sin,

North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these
articles,

K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot

see:

And yet salt water blinds them not so much,
But they can see a sort of traitors here.
Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
I find myself a traitor with the rest :
For I have given here my soul's consent,
To undeck the pompous body of a king;
Make glory base; and sovereignty a slave;
Proud majesty a subject; state a peasant.

North. My lord,

K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught,† in-
sulting man,

Nor no man's lord; I have no name, uo title,
No, not that name was given me at the font,-
But 'tis usurp'd :-Alack the heavy day,
That I have worn so many winters out,
And know not now what name to call myself!
O that I were a mockery king of snow,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
To melt myself away in water-drops!
Good king, great king,-(and yet not greatly
good,)

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An if my word be sterling yet in England,
Let it command a mirror hither straight;
That it may show me what a face I have,
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a fooking-To ri
glass.
[Exit an Attendant. At
North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass You
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K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st ine ere 1 Wha
come to hell.
I see

glass,

Like to my followers in prosperity,

Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face,
That every day under his household roof
Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the

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Where all my sins are writ, and that's-my

self.

Was this the face, that fac'd so many
And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingin
A brittle glory shineth in this face:
As brittle as the glory is the face:

(Dashes the glass against the pat For there it is, crack'd in a hundred sum Mark, silent king, the moral of this q How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my i Boling. The shadow of your any destroy'd

The shadow of your face.

Re-enter Attendant, with a Glass.

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Give me that glass, and therein will I read.No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine,

And made no deeper wounds ?-O flattering

see:

And yet salt water blinds them not so much,
But they can see a sort of traitors here.
Nay, if I turu mine eyes upon myself,
I find myself a traitor with the rest:
For I have given here my soul's consent,
To undeck the pompous body of a king;
Make glory base; and sovereignty a slave;
Proud majesty a subject; state a peasant.
North. My lord,

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K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught,
sulting man,

Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,
No, not that name was given me at the font,-
But 'tis usurp'd:-Alack the heavy day,
That I have worn so many winters out,
And know not now what name to call myself!
O that I were a mockery king of snow,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
To melt myself away in water-drops!

Good king,-great king,-(and yet not greatly Abbot. A woeful pageant are we

K. Rich. Say that again.
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And these external manners of lamet
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That swells with silence in the torturtas
There lies the substance: and that
For thy great bounty, that not only
Me cause to wail, but teachest me
How to lament the cause. Filbe
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K. Rich. Fair cousin! Why, Impr

a king:

For, when I was a king, my father Were then but subjects: being w have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I bave no need to be Boling! Yet ask.

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K. Rich. And shall I have!
Boling. You shall.

K. Rich. Then give me leave tog
Boling. Whither?

K. Rich. Whither you will, so 118°
your sights.
Boling. Go, some of you, crony in

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Shall feel this day as sharp to the
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An if my word be sterling yet in England, Let it command a mirror hither straight; That it may show me what a face I have, Since it is bankrupt of his majesty. Abbot. Before I freely speak Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking-To rid the realm of this pernicious [Erit an Attendant. glass. To bury mine intents, but to effect North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass You shall not only take the sacri doth come. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st une ere 1 Whatever I shall happen to devise I see your brows are full of disco come to hell. Come home with me to supper; I Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northum-Your hearts of sorrow, and your berland. North. The commons will not then be satis-A plot, shall show us all a merry day,

fied.

K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read

K. Rich. O good! Convey --Cer you all, That rise thus nimbly by a true ligh [Exeunt K. RICHARD, SERE ÎNA a Guard Boling. On Wednesday next, down

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Our coronation: lords, prepare [Exeunt all but the

CARLISLE, and AUXIL

4) ACT V. mathi

SCENE 1.-London.-A Street le
Candung mave, the Tower

glass,

Like to my followers in prosperity,

Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face,
That every day under his household roof

Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the Have any resting for her true king's g

Is doom'd a prisoner, by proud Balingi
Here let us rest if this rebellious earth

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Enter QUEEN, and Lotus Queen. This way the king will co

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Scene II.

Enter King RICHARD, and Guards. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, My fair rose wither: Yet look up; behold; That you in pity may dissolve to dew, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.

Ah! thou, the model where old Troy did stand; Thea map of honour; thou king Richard's

tomb

And not king Richard; thou most beauteous inn,
Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in
thee,
When triumph is become an ale-house guest?
K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do

not so,

To make my end too sudden learn, good soul,
To think our former state a happy dream;
From which awak'd, the truth of what we are
Shows us but this; I am sworn brother, sweet,
To grim necessity; and he and I

Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to
France,

KING RICHARD II.

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381 North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end.

Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith.

K. Rich. Doubly divore'd?-Bad man, ye violate

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A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me;
And then, betwixt me and my married wife.-
And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.-
Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;
Part us, Northumberland; I towards the north,
Where shivering cold and sickness pines the
clime;

My wife to France; from whence set forth in

pomp,

To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod;
And fawn on rage with base humility,
Which art a lion, and a king of beasts?

K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught

but

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I had been still a happy king of men.

Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for
Think I am dead; and that even here thou

France:

tak'st,

As from my death-bed, my last living leave.
In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire

Of woful ages, long ago betid: +
good old folks; and let them tell thee tales

And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their
grief,

Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,

And send the bearers weeping to their beds.
For why, the senseless brands will sympathize
The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
And, in compassion, weep the fire out:
And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,

For the deposing of a rightful king.

• Picture of greatness.

She came adorned hither like sweet May,
Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of day..
Queen. And must we be divided? must we
part?

Be even with them.

K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me.

North. That were some love, but little policy. Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go?

K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one

woe.

Weep thou for me in Franee, I for thee here;

Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near'. Go, count thy way with sighs; I, mine with groans.

Queen. So longest way shall have the longest

moans.

Enter YORK, and his DUCHESS.

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Enter NORTHUMBERLAND attended.

Duch. My lord, you told me you would tell

the

North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is When weeping made you break the story off
You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.-
And, madam, there is order ta'en for you;
With all swift speed you must away to France.
K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where-
The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,
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,

Of our two cousins coming into London.
York. Where did I leave ?
Duch. At that sad stop, my lord,
Where rude misgovern'd hands, from window's

withal

K. Rich, Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart, in let's be

Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.

One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart. part; [They kiss. Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part, To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. So, now I have my own again, begone, [Kiss again. That I may strive to kill it with a groan. K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say. [Exeunt. SCENE 11.-The same.-A Room in the Duke of YORK's Palace.

Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know.-

It is too little, helping him to all;

With slow but stately pace, kept on his course,

And he shall think that thou, which know'st the While all tongues cried-God save thee, Bol

way he us, the wrecker

To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,

tops,

Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.

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

To pluck him beadlong from the usurped So many greedy looks of young and old

throne.

Through casements darted their desiring eyes
Upon his visage; and that all the walls,

The love of wicked friends converts to fear;

That fear,

To worthy danger, and deserved death. hate; and hate turns one, or both, With painted imag'ry, I had said at once,

York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,

ingbroke!

You would have thought the very windows

spake,

All-hallows, i. e. All-saints, Nov. 1. + Never the nigher. Tapestry hung from the windows.

York. Give me my boots, I say; saddle my
borse:-

Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!
Whilst he, from one side to the other turning,
Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck,Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth,
Bespake them thus,-I thank you, countrymeu : I will appeach the villain. [Erit Servant.
And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.
Duch. What's the matter?
Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he York. Peace, foolish woman.
the while?
Duch. I will not peace :-What is the matter,

son?

Aum. Good mother, be content; it is no

York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious:
Even so, or with much more contempt, men's

eyes

Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him;

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But that is lost, for being Richard's friend,
And, madam, you must call him Rutland now:
I am in parliament pledge for his truth,
And lasting fealty to the new-made king.

Duch. Welcoine, my son: Who are the vio-I
lets now,

That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?

Aum. Madain, I know not, nor I greatly care

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

York. No matter then who sees it:

'Tis nothing but some bond that he is enter'd into

For gay apparel, 'gainst the triumph day.
York. Bound to himself? what doth he with
a bond

That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.-
Boy, let me see the writing.

Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may
not show it.

York. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.
[Snatches it, and reads.
Treason foul treason I-villain! traitor! slave!
Duch. What is the matter, my lord?
York. Ho! who is within there? [Enter a
Servant.] Saddle my borse.
God for his mercy! what treachery is here!
Duch. Why, what is it, my lord?

more

Than my poor life must answer.
Duch. Thy life answer!

• Carelessly turned.
Tills and tournaments.

Re-enter Servant, with Boots.

York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the king

Duch. Strike him, Aumerle.-Poor boy, thou
art amaz'd:

Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.—
[To the Servaat.
York. Give me my boots, I say.
Duch. Why, York, what wilt thou do?
Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own ↑
Have we more sous? or are we like to have!
Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?
And wilt thou pluck my fair son 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,

+ Ever.

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

I will be satisfied, let me see the writing.

Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me ; It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not have seen. Enter BOLINGBROKE as King; PERCY, and York. Which for some reasous, Sir, I mean

to see. I fear, I fear,

Duch. What should you fear?

Duch. He shall be none;

[him? We'll keep him here: Then what is that to York. Away,

Fond woman! were he twenty times my son,
would appeach him.

Duch. Hadst thou groan'd for him,
As I have done, thou'd'st be more pitiful.
But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect,
That I have been disloyal to thy bed,
And that he is a bastard, not thy son:
Sweet York, sweet husband, 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.

York. Make way, unruly woman.

[Frit.

Duch. After, Aumerle; mount thee upon his horse;

Spur, post; and get before him to the king,
And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse 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 rise up from the ground,
Till Bolingbroke bave pardon'd thee: Away;
Begone.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.-Windsor.-A Room in the
Castle.

other LORDS.

Boling. Cau no man tell of my unthrifty son! 'Tis full three months since I did see hi

last

If any plague hang over us, 'tis he.

I would to God, my lords, he might be found:
Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there,
For there, they say, he daily doth frequent,
With unrestrained loose companions;

Even such, they say, as stand in narrow laues,
And beat our watch, and rob our passengers ;
While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy,
Takes on the point of honour, to support
So dissolute a crew.

Percy. My lord, some two days since I saw
the prince;
And told him of these triumphs held at Ox-

ford.

Boling. And what said the gallant ?

Percy. His answer was,-be would unto the

stews;

• Breeding.

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