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1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.

1 Serv. What, are they dead ? Queen. 'Twill make me think, Gard.

They are; and Bolingbroke The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune Hath seiz'd the wasteful king. – Oh! what pity is it, Runs 'gainst the bias.

That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, 1 Lady.

Madam, we will dance. As we this garden! We at time of year Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood, Therefore, no dancing, girl ; some other sport. Y With too much riches it confound itself : 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.

Had he done so to great and growing men, Queen.

Of sorrow, or of joy? They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste 1 Lady. Of either, madam.

Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches Queen.

Of neither, girl : We lop away, that bearing boughs may live : For if of joy, being altogether wanting,

Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, It doth remember me the more of sorrow;

Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down. Or if of grief, being altogether had,

1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:

depos'd ? For what I have, I need not to repeat;

Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos’d, And what I want, it boots not to complain.

'Tis doubt, he will be : Letters came last night 1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, Queen.

'Tis well, that thou hast cause ; That tell black tidings. But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou Queen.

0, I am press'd to death, weep.

Through want of speaking! — Thou, old Adam's 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you

likeness, (Coming from her concealment. good.

Set to dress this garden, how dares Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me | Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? good,

What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee And never borrow any tear of thee.

To make a second fall of cursed man? But stay, here come the gardeners :

Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd ? Let's step into the shadow of these trees. - Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth,

Divine his downfal ? Say, where, when, and how, Enter a Gardener and two Servants.

Cam'st thou by these ill-tidings ? speak, thou wretch, My wretchedness unto a row of pins,

Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I, They'll talk of state: for every one doth so

To breathe this news: yet, what I say is true. Against a change : Woe is forerun with woe. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold

(Queen and Ladies retire. Of Bolingbroke ; their fortunes both are weigh’d: Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks, In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, Which, like unruly children, make their sire And some few vanities that make him light; Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Give some supportance to the bending twigs. – Besides himself, are all the English peers, Go tbou, and like an executioner,

And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays, Post you to London, and you'll find it so ; That look too lofty in our commonwealth :

I speak no more than every one doth know. All must be even in our government.

Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of You thus employ'd, I will go root away

foot, The noisome weeds, that without profit suck Doth not thy embassage belong to me, The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.

And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st 1 STC. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, To serve me last, that I may longest keep Keep law, and form, and due proportion,

Thy sorrow in my breast. - Come, ladies, go, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate?

To meet at London London's king in woe. When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, What, was I born to this! that my sad look Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up, Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke? Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, Gardener, for telling me this news of woe, He knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow. Swarming with caterpillars ?

(Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Gard. Hold thy peace :

Gard. Poor queen ! so that thy state might be no He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring,

worse, Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf : I would my skill were subject to thy curse. The Feeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did Here did she drop a tear ; here, in this place, shelter,

I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace : That seem'd in eating him to hold him up,

Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, Are pluck'd up, ropt and all, by Bolingbroke; In the remembrance of a weeping queen. (Ereunt, I mean the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.



SCENE I. - London. Westminster Hall. The As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear

Lords spiritual on the right side of the throne ; From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn;

the Lords temporal on the left; thé Commons below. Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTH

Aum. Who sets me else ? by heaven, I'll throw

at all : UMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, another Lord, I have a thousand spirits in one breast, Bishop of CARLISLE, ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER, To answer twenty thousand such as you. and Attendants. Officers behind with BAGOT.

Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well Boling. Call forth Bagot :

The very time Aumerle and you did talk. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

Fits. My lord, 'tis true : you were in presence What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death;

then; Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd And you can witness with me, this is true. The bloody office of his timeless end.

Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is Bagot. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.

true. Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.


Dishonourable boy! Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, tongue

That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie
In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted, In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.
I heard you say,

- Is not my arm of length, In proof whereof, there is my bonour's pawn; That reacheth from the restful English court

Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. As far as Calais, to my uncle's head ?

Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse ! Amongst much other talk, that very time,

If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
I heard you say, that you had rather refuse I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,

And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,
Than Bolingbroke's return to England ;

And lies, and lies : there is my bond of faith, Adding withal, how blest this land would be,

To tie thee to my strong correction. In this your cousin's death.

As I intend to thrive in this new world, Aum.

Princes, and noble lords, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal: What answer shall I make to this base man? Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,

That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men On equal terms to give him chastisement ?

To execute the noble duke at Calais. Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage, With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.

That Norfolk lies : here do I throw down this, There is my gage, the manual seal of death, If he may be repeal'd to try his honour. That marks thee out for hell : I say, thou liest, Boling. These differences shall all rest under And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false,

gage, In thy heart-blood, though being all too base Till Norfolk be repeal'd : repeal'd he shall be, To stain the temper of my knightly sword. And, though mine enemy, restor'd again Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. To all his land and seignories; when he's return'!

Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.

Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen Fitz. If that thy valour stond on sympathies, Many a time hath banish'a Norfolk fought There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine : For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field By that fair sun that shows me where thou standst, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak’st it, Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens : That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest ;

To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, His body to that pleasant country's earth, Where it was forg'd, with my rapier's point. And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,

Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that day. Under whose colours he had fought so long. Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.

Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn’d to hell for this. Car. As sure as I live, my lord.

Percy. Aumerle, thou liest ; his honour is as true, Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the In this appeal, as thou art all unjust :

bosom And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, Of good old Abraham! - Lords appellants, To prove it on thee to the extremest point

Your differences shall all rest under gage, Of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar’st. Till we assign you to your days of trial.

Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, And never brandish more revengeful steel

Enter York, attended. Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to the 1 Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul Aumerle;

Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields And spur thee on with full as many lies

To the possession of thy royal hand :

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Ascend his throne, descending now from him, - God save the king ! although I be not be ;
And long live Henry, of that name the fourth! And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.
Baling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal | To do what service am I sent for hither ?

York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Car. Marry, God forbid !

Which tired majesty did make thee offer, Forst in this royal presence may I speak,

The resignation of thy state and crown Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.

To Henry Bolingbroke. Would God, that any in this noble presence

K. Rich. Give me the crown :- Here, cousin, Were enough noble to be upright judge

seize the crown ; Of noble Richard ; then true nobless would Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, thine. Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.


Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
What subject can give sentence on his king? That owes two buckets filling one another ;
And who sits here, that is not Richard's subjeet ? The emptier ever dancing in the air,
Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear, The other down, unseen, and full of water :
Although apparent guilt be seen in them:

That bucket down, and full of tears, am I,
And shall the figure of God's majesty,

Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. His captain, steward, deputy elect,

Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign. Ansiated, crowned, planted many years,

K. Rich. My crown, I am, but still my griefs are Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath,

mine: And he himself not present ? O, forbid it, God, You may my glories and my state depose, That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd

But not my griefs; still am I king of those. Seould show so heinous, black, obscene a deed ! Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my cares My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,

down. is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king : My care is — loss of care, by old care done ; And if you crown him, let me prophecy, - You care is – gain of care, by new care won; The blood of English shall manure the ground, The cares I give, I have, though given away ; And future ages groan for this foul act;

They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,

Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown? And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars

K. Rich. Ay, no ;-—no, ay; - for I must nothing Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound;

be; Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,

Therefore no, no, for I resign to thee. Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd

Now mark me how I will undo myself: The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls. I give this heavy weight from off my head, 0, if you rear this house against this house,

And this unwieldy scepter from my hand, It will the woefullest division prove,

The pride of kingly sway from out my heart ; That ever fell upon this cursed earth :

With mine own tears I wash away my balm, Prerent, resist it, let it not be so,

With mine own hands I give away my crown, Lest child, child's children, cry against you - woe! With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, North. Well have you argu’d, sir ; and, for your With mine own breath release all duteous

oaths : pains,

All pomp and majesty I do forswear ; Of capital treason we arrest you here :

My manors, rents, revenues, I forego ; Bly lord of Westminster, be it your charge My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny : To keep him safely till his day of trial. —

God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit? God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! Paling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd; may surrender ; so we shall proceed

And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd ! Without suspicion.

Long mayst thou live in Ricbard's seat to sit, Yot.

I will be his conduct. (Erit. And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit! Dding. Lords, you that are here under our arrest, God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, Procare your sureties for your days of answer :- And send him many years of sunshine days! Litle are we beholden to your love, (T. CARLISLE. What more remains ? And ittle look'd for at your helping hands.


No more, but that you read

[Offering a paper, Roenter York, with King RICHARD, and Officers

These accusations, and these grievous crimes, bearing the crown, &c.

Committed by your person, and your followers, K. Rick. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Against the state and profit of this land; Before I have shook off the regal thoughts

That, by confessing them, the souls of men Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd May deem that you are worthily depos'd. To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee : - K. Rich. Must I do so ? and must I ravel out Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me

My weav’d-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland, To this submission. Yet I well remember

If thy offences were upon record,
The favours of these men : Were they not mine? Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop,
Did they not sometime cry, all hail ! to me? To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st,
So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,

There should'st thou find one beinous article, Pound truth in all, but one ; I, in twelve thousand, Containing the deposing of a king, none.

And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, God save the king !_ Will no man say, amen ? Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven :-An I both priest and clerk ? well then, amen. Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me,

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Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, A brittle glory shineth in this face :
Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, As brittle as the glory is the face;
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates

(Dashes the glass against the ground. Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,

For there it is, crack’d in a hundred shivers. And water cannot wash away your sin.

Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport, North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these articles. How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.

K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see: Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd And yet salt water blinds them not so much, The shadow of your face. But they can see a sort of traitors here.

K. Rich

Say that again. Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see: I find myself a traitor with the rest :

'Tis very true, my grief lies all within ; For I have given here my soul's consent,

And these external manners of lament To undeck the pompous body of a king;

Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, Make glory base ; and sovereignty, a slave ;

That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul ; Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant.

There lies the substance : and I thank thee, king, North. My lord,

For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st X. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insulting Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way man,

How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, And then be gone, and trouble you no more. No, not that name was given me at the font, Shall I obtain it ? But 'tis usurp'd : Alack the heavy day,


Name it, fair cousin. That I have worn so many winters out,

K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why, I am greater than And know not now what name to call myself !

a king : 0, that I were a mockery king of snow,

For, when I was a king, my flatterers Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,

Were then but subjects; being now a subject, To melt myself away in water-drops !

I have a king here to my flatterer. Good king, - great king, — (and yet not greatly Being so great, I have no need to beg.! good,)

Boling. Yet ask. An if my word be sterling yet in England,

K. Rich. And shall I have ? Let it command a mirror hither straight;

Boling. You shall. That it may show me what a face I have,

K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

Boling. Whither ? Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking- K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your glass. [Erit an Attendant.

sights. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the

Tower. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come X. Rich. O, good ! Convey? - Conveyers are

to hell. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northum- That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall berland.

(Exeunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, and a Guard. North. The commons will not then be satisfied.

Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down K. Rich. They shall be satisfied : I'll read enough. Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves. When I do see the very book indeed

[Exeunt all but the ABBOT, Bishop or CARLISIE, Where all my sins are writ, and that's - myself.


Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. Re-enter Attendant, with a glass.

Car. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn Give me that glass, and therein will I read. Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot So many blows upon this face of mine,

To rid the realm of this pernicious blot ? And made no deeper wounds ? -0, Aattering glass, Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, Like to my followers in prosperity,

You shall not only take the sacrament Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face, To bury mine intents, but to effect That every day under his household roof

Whatever I shall happen to devise : Did keep ten thousand men ? Was this the face, I see your brows are full of discontent, That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears; Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies, Come home with me to supper; I will lay And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke? A plot, shall show us all a merry day. (Eseur.


you all,


SCENE I. - London. A Street leading to the To whose Alint bosom my condemned lord

Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke:

Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
Enter Queen and Ladies.

Have any resting for her true king's queen.
Queen. This way the king will come ; this is the

Enler King RICHARD and Guards. To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower,

But soft, but see, or rather do not see,

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My fair rose wither : Yet look up; behold; North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end.. That you in pity may dissolve to dew,

Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith. And wash him fresh again with true-love tears. K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd ?- Bad men, ye violate Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand; A twofold marriage ; 'twixt my crown and me; Thou map of honour; thou king Richard's tomb, And then, betwixt me and my married wife. And not king Richard ; thou most beauteous inn, Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;. Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee, And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. When triumph is become an alehouse guest ? Part us, Northumberland; I towards the north, X. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; not so,

My wife to France; from whence, set forth in pomp, To make my end too sudden : learn, good soul, She came adorned hither like sweet May, To think our former state a happy dream ;

Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of day. From which awak'd, the truth of what we are

Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part? Shows us but this : I am sworn brother, sweet, K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and To grim necessity; and he and I

heart from heart. Wul keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, Queen. Banish us both, and send the king And cloister thee in some religious house :

with me.
Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, North. That were some love, but little policy.
Which our profane hours here have stricken down. Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go.
Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one

Transform'd, and weaken'd? Hath Bolingbroke Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here;
Depos'd thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart ? Better far off, than near, be pe'er the near'.
The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,

Go, count thy way with sighs ; 1, mine with groans.
And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage Queen. So longest way shall have the longest
To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod;

K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way And fawn on rage with base humility,

being short, Which art a lion, and a king of beasts?

And piece the way out with a heavy heart. X. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, beasts,

Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. I had been still a happy king of men.

One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence firma Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart. France :

(They kiss. Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak si, Queen. Give me mine own again ; 'twere no As from my death-bed, my last living leave.

good part, In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire

To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. With good old folks ; and let them tell thee tales

[Kiss again. Of woeful ages, long ago betid :

So, now I have mine own again, begone, And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, That I may strive to kill it with a groan. Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,

K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond And send the hearers weeping to their beds.

delay : For why, the senseless brands will sympathize Once more, adieu ; the rest let sorrow say. The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,

(Exeunt. And, in compassion, weep the fire out : And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Duke For the deposing of a rightful king.

of York's Palace. Enter NorthUMBERLAND, attended.

Enter YORK and his Duchess. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell the chang'd;

You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. When weeping made you break the story off
And, mariam, there is order ta'en for you ;

Of our two cousins coming into London.
With all swift speed you must away to France. York. Where did I leave?
X. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where- Duch.

At that sad stop, my lord, withal

Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows' The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,

tops, The time shall not be many hours of age

Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head,

York. Then, as I said, the duke, great BolingStall break into corruption : thou shalt think,

broke, Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, It is too little, helping him to all ;

Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know, And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, way

While all tongues cried God save thee, BolingTo plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,

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

You would have thought the very windows spake,
To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. So many greedy looks of young and old
The love of wicked friends converts to fear ; Through casements darted their desiring eyes
That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both, Upon his visage ; and that all the walls,
To worthy danger, and deserved death.

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