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And make a dearth in this revolting land.
The Duke of York's garden.
Enter the Queen, and two Ladies. Within the earth; and, therein laid,--There lies Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this Two kinsmen digg’d tbeir graves with weeping eyes?
garden, Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see To drive away the heavy thought of care? I talk but idly, and you mock at me.
Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.
[North. advances. 10 Queen. "Twill make me think, the world is fuli Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland,
of rubs, What says king Bolingbroke? Will his majesty And that my fortune runs against the bias. Give Richard leave to live 'ull Richard die?
Lady. Madam, we'll dance. You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says-ay. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, North. My lord, in the base court' he doth 15 When my poor heart no measure keeps in griet; attend
Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport To speak with you; may't plcase you to come Lada. Madam, we will tell tales. down.
min. Of sorrow, or of joy? K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glist'ring Ludy. Of either, madam. Phaeton,
201 Queen. Of neither, girl: Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
For it of joy, being altogether wanting, [North. retires to Bol. It doth remember me the more of sorrow; In the base court? Base court where kings grow Or if of grief, being altogether had, To come at traitors'calls,and do them grace.[base, It adds more sorow to my want of joy: In the base court? Come down? Down, court !25 For what I have, I need not to repeat ; down, king!
And what I want, it boots not to complain. For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks Lady. Madam, I'll sing. should sing.
[Ereunt, from above. Qucen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause: Boling. What says bis majesty?
But thou should’st please me better, would'st thou North. Sorrow and grief of heart
[good. Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man; Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you Yet he is come.
[Enter kichurd, &c. biler. Qucen. And I could weep, would weeping do Boling. Stand all apart,
me good, And shew fair duty to his majesty:
And never borrow any tear of thee. My gracious lord,
[K'necls. 35 But stay, here come the gardeners: X. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely Let's step into the shadow of these trees.knee,
My wretchedness unto a row of pins, To make the base earth proud with kissing it :
Enter a Gardener, and trvo servants. Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, They'll talk of state; for every one doth so Than
my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy, 40 Against a change; Woe is fore-run with wne. Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,
[Qucen und Ladies retire. Thus high at least, although your knee be low. Gard. Go, bind thou upyon dangling apricocks,
[Touching his own head. Which, like unruly children, make their sire Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight;
45 Give soine supportance to the bending twigs:K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, Go thou, and like an executioner, and all.
Cut off the heads of too-fast growing sprays,
true service shall deserve your love. All must be even in our government.K. Rich. Well you deserve:—They well de- 50 You thus employd, I will go root away serve to have,
The noisome weeds, that without profit suck That know the strongest and surest way to get. The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes;
Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, Tears shew their love, but want their remedies.- Keep law, and form, and due proportion, Cousin, I am too young to be your father, 155 Shewing, as in a model, our firin state; Though you are old enough to be my heir. When our sea-walled garden, the wbole land, What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers choak'd up, For do we must, what force will have us do.- Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, Set on towards London :-Cousin, is it so? Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs Boling. Yea, my good lord.
60 Swarming with caterpillars? K. Rich. Then I must not say, no.
Gard. Hold thy peace:
Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth, The weeds, that his broad spreading leaves dia Divine his downfal: Say, where, when, and how, shelter,
Cam’st thou by these ill tidings? Speak, thou That seein'd, in eating him, to hold him up,
wretch. Are pull'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke; 5 Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. To breathe these news, yet, what I say is true. Sero. What, are they dead?
King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Gurd. They are; and Bolingbroke
Or Boiingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh’d: Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.–What pity is it, In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, *That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, 10 and some few vanities that make him light; As we this garden! who at time of year
But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; Besides himself, are all the English peers, Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood, Andwith that odds he weighsking Richard down.With too much riches it confound itself:
Post you to London, and you'll find it so: Had he done so to great and growing men, 151 speak no more than every one doth know. They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches Doth not thy embassage belong to me, foot, We lop away, that hearing boughs may live: And am I last that knows it? Oh, thou think'st Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, To serve me last, that I may longest keep Whichwasteand idle hours hath quite thrown down. 20 Thy sorrow in my breast.--Come, ladies, go, Sero. What think you then, the king shall be To meet at London London's king in woe. depos'u?
What, was I born to this! that my sad look Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke ! 'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night Gardner, for telling me these news of woe, To a dear friend of the good duke of York's. |25 I would, the plants, thou graft'st, may nevergrow. That tell black tidings.
[Ereunt Queen und Ladies. Queen. Oh, I am press'd to death, through want Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state inight be of speaking
no worse, [Coming from her concealment. I would my skill were subject to thy curse.-Thou old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden, 30 Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, How dares thy harsh tongue sound this unpleasing I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: news?
Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, \Vhat Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee In the remembrance of a weeping queen. To make a second all of cursed man?
[Exeunt Gard, and Seri. Why dost thou say, kiug Richard is depos’d? 351
S CE N E I.
Theard you say, “You rather had refuise
“ The oifer of an hundred thousand crowns, Enter Bolingbroke, dumerle, Northumberland, « Than Bolingbroke return to England;
Percy, Fitzwater, Surry, Bishop of Carlisle, 45" Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
Aum. Princes, and noble lords,
What answer shall I make to this base man? Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, What thou dost know of noble Gioster's death; 500n equal terms to give him chastisement? Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'u Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd The bloody office of his timeless' end.
With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.Bagot. Then set before any face the lordAumerle. There is my gage, the manual seal of death, Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look up in that That marks thee out for hell: Thoi liest, and
(tongue 55 I will maintain what thou hast said, is false, Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know, your daring In thy heart-blood, though being all too base Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver’d. To stain the temper of my knightly sword. In that dead timewhenGloster's death was plotted, Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. I heard you say, “ Is not my arm of length, Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best “? That reacheth from the restful English court 60 In all this presence, that hath mor'd me so. “ As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?”
Filcov. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, Ainongst much other talk, that very time, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: Timcless for untimely. * Meaving, bis high or noble birth. 'i. e. upon equality of blood.
By that fair sun that shews me where thou stand’st, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross,
Aum. Thou dar'st not,coward, live to seethe day. Under whose colours he had fought so long. Fitzw. Now, by my soul, I would it were the Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? hour.
Curl. As sure as I live, my lord. Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damın'd to hell for this. 10 Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true,
the bosom In this appeal, as thou art all unjust:
Of good old Abraham !_Lords appellants,
Your differences shall all rest under gage,
Enter York, attended.
Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields Another Lord. I take the earth' to the like, for- To the possession of thy royal hand: sworn Aumerle;
|20 Ascend his throne, descending now from him,And spur thee on with full as many lies
And long live Henry, of that name the fourth! As may be balloo'd in thy treacherous ear
Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal From sin to sin : there is my honour's pawn: Carl. Marry, God forbid !
[throne. Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st. Call: Worst in his royal presence may I speak,
Aum. Who sets me else? By heaven, I'll throw at 25 Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
Would God, that any in this noble presence
Were enough noble to be upright judge Sürry. My lord Fitzwater, I do reinember well Of noble Richard; then true nobleness would The
very time Aumerie and you did talk. Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. Fitzw.Tis very true: you were in presence then; 30 What subject can give sentence on his king? And you can witness with me, this is true. And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject?
Surry.As false,by heaven,as heaven itself is true. Thieves are not judg’d, but they are by to hear, Fitzw. Surry, thou liest.
Although apparent guilt be seen in them: Surry. Dishonourable boy!
And shall the figure of God's majesty, That lië shall lie so heavy on my sword, 35 His captain, steward, deputy elect, That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
Anointed, crowned, planted many years, 'Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath, In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.
And he himself not present? O, forbid it, God, In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. [horse :40 Should shew so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
Fitzw. How fondly dost thou spur a forward I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. I dare meet Surry in a wilderness,
My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king : And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, 45 And if you crown him, let me prophesy, To tie thee to my strong correction.
The blood of English shall mauure the ground, As I intend to thrive in this new world,
And future ages groan for this foul act; Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:
Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,
O, if you rear this house against this house,
Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,
North. Well have you argu'd, sir : and, for Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.- -60
your pains, Many a time hath banis'd Norfolk fought Of capital treason we arrest you here:For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian tield My lord of Westminster, be it your charge
· Dr. Johnson supposes, that for the earth we should read thy outh. Meaning, in this world, where I have just begun to be an actor. Surry has just before called him boy.
To keep him safely 'till his day of trial.- [suit :) With mine own tears I wash away my balm?, 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 sacred state, He
may surrender ; so we shall proceed [view With mine own breath release all duteous oaths: Without suspicion.
5 All pomp and majesty I do forswear; York. I will be his conduct.
[Erit. My manors, rents, revenues, I forego; Boling. Lords, you that here are under our My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny: arrest,
God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! Procure your sureties for your days of answer :- God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! Little are we beholden to your love, [To Carlisle. 10 Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd; And little look'd for at your helping hands. And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all atchiev'd;
Re-enter York, with King Richard. Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit, K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king. And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit! | Before I have skook off the regal thoughts God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, Wherewith I reign’d? I hardly yet have learn’d 15 And send him many years of sun-shine days! To insinuate, fatter, bow, and bend my knee:- What more remains ? Give sorrow leave a wbile to tutor me
North. No inore, but that you
read ''To this submission. Yet I well remember These accusations, and these grievous crimes, The favours' of these men: Were they not mine? Committed by your person and your followers, Did they not sometime cry, All hail! to me? 20 Against the state and profit of this land; So Judas did to Christ: but, he in twelve, That, by confessing them, the souls of men Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thou- May deem that you are worthily depos’d. sand, none.
Ř. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel out God save the king !-Will no nian say, Amen? My weav’d-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland, Am I both priest and clerk? Well then, Amen.
25 If ihy offences were upon record, God save the king! although I be not he ;
Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop, And yet, Amen, if heaven do think him me.- To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st, To do what service, am I sent for bither? There should'st thou find an heinous article,
York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Containing the deposing of a king, Which tired majesty did make thee offer,- 30 And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, The resignation of thy state and crown
Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven: -To Henry Bolingbroke.
Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, K. Rich. Give nie the crown:-Here, cousin, Whilst that my wretchednesss doth bait myself, seize the crown;
[thine. Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Here, cousin, on this side, my hand; on that side, 35 Shewing an outward pity; yet you Pilates Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, That owes two buckets filling one another;
And water cannot wash away your sin.
[ticles. The emptier ever dancing in the air,
North. My lord, dispatch; read o'er these arThe other down, unseen, and full of water:
K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot sec: The bucket down, and full of tears, am I, 40 And yet salt-water blinds them not so much, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. But they can see a sort of traitors here.
Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign. Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself, K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs I find myself a traitor with the rest: are mine:
For I have given here my soul's consent, You may my glories and my state dispose, 45 To undeck the pompous body of a king; Eut not iny griefs; still am I king of those. Make glory base ; a sovereign, a slave; Boling. Part of your cares you give me with Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant. your crowd.
North. My lord, K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my
K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught', incares down.
sulting man, My care is loss of care, by old care done; Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, Your care is-gain of care, by new care won: No, not that name was given me at the font,The cares I give, I have, though given away; But 'tis usurp'd :--Alack the heavy day, They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. That I have worn so many winters out,
Boling, A you contented to resign the crown: 55 And know not now what name to call yself! K. Rich. Ay, no;-no, ay ;--for I must no- Oh, that I were a mockery king of snow, thing be;
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, Therefore, no, no, for I resign to thee.
lo melt myself away in water-drops! Now mark me how I will undo myself:
Goodking-greatking-(and yet not greatlygood) I give this heavy weight from off my head, 60 An if my word be sterling yet in England. And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
[To Boling. The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; Let it command a mirror bither straight; 'i.e. the eircumstances; the features. 2 The oil of consecration,
'i. to company.
* i. e. haughty: Ff
That it may shew me what a face I have, There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st Boling. Gosone of you and fetch alooking-glass. Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth How to lament the cause. I'll begone boon,
[to hell. 5 And then be gone, and trouble you no more. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come Shall I obtain it? Boling: Urge it no more, my lord Northum- Boting. Naine it, fair cousin.
[a king: berland.
K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why, I am greater than North. Thecommons will not then be satisfy'd. For, when I was a king, my tiatterers K. Rich. They shaltbe satisfy’d; I'll read enough, 10 Were then but subjects; being now a subject, When I do see the very book indeed
I have a king here to my flatterer.
Boling. Yet ask.
Boling. You shall.
K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. And made no deeper wounds?--Oh, flattering glass, Boling. Wbitber?
[sights Like to my followers in prosperity,
K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your Thou dost beguile me!--Was this face the face BolingGosome of you,convey him to the Tower. That every day under his houshold roof 20 K. Rich. Oh, good! convey2-conveyors' are Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face, That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. [Erit. Was this the face that fac'd so many follies,
Boling: On Wednesday next, we solemnly set And was at last out-fac’d by Bolingbroke? Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. (dowi A brittle glory shineth in this face:
25 [Ex. all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle, and Anmerke. [Dushes the glass against the ground. Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. As brittle as the glory, is the face;
Carl. The woestocome; the children yet unbora For there it is, crack'd in an hundred shivers.- Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. Mark, silent king, the moral ofthis sport,
Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. 30 To rid the realın of this pernicious blot?
Boling. The shadow of yoursorrow hath destroy'd Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, The shadow of your face.
You shall not only take the sacraient
To bury? mine intents, but also to effect
Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears ; Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,
Come home with me to supper, and I'll lay That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul; A plot, shall shew us all a merry day. [Éreunt.
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Ah, thou the model where old Troy did stand;
[To K. Rich. A Street in London.
Thou map of honour; thou king Richard's tomb, Enter Queen, and ladies.
And not king Richard; thou most beauteous inn, Queen. THIS way the king will come; this isso Why should hard favour'd grief he lodg'd in thee,
When triumph is become an ale-house guest? To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower',
K.Rich.Join not with grief, fairwoman, do not so, To whose flint bosom my condeinned lord To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, Is dooni'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke: To think our former state a happy dream; Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
155 From which awak'd, the truth of what we are Have any resting for her true king's queen.
Shews us but this : I am sworn brother, sweet, Énter King Richard, and guards. To grim necessity; and he and I But soft, but see, or rather do not see,
Will keep a league 'till death. Hiethee to France, My fair rose wither: Yet look up; behold ; And cloister thee in some religious house: That you in pity may dissolve to dew, 60 Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, And wash him fresb again with true-love tears.- Which our profane hours here have stricken down. 'j. e. jugglers.
e. to conceal. 3 The Tower of London is said to have been erected by Julius Cæsar.