York. Even in condition of the worst degree,
In grofs Rebellion, and detefted Treafon:
Thou art a banifh'd Man, and here art come
Before th' Expiration of thy time,
In braving Arms againft thy Soveraign.
Bulling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
And, noble Uncle, I befeech
your Grace.
Look on my Wrongs with an indifferent Eye:
You are my Father, for methinks in you
I fee old Gaunt alive. Oh then, my Father,
Will you permit that I fhall ftand condemn'd
A wandring Vagabond; my Rights and Royalties.
Pluckt from my Arms perforce, and given away
To upftart Unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?
If that my Coufin King, be King of England,
It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.
You have a Son, Aumerle, my noble Kinfman,
Had you firft dy'd, and he been thus trod down,
He should have found his Uncle Gaunt a Father,
To rowze his Wrongs, and chafe them to the Bay.
I am deny'd to fue my Livery here,
And yet my Letters Patents give me leave:
My Father's Goods are all diftrain'd and fold,
And thefe and all, are all amifs imploy'd.
What would you have me do? I am a Subje&,
And challenge Law: Attorneys are deny'd me,
And therefore perfonally I lay my Claim
To mine Inheritance of free Defcent.
North. The noble Duke hath been too much abus'd,
Rofs. It ftands your Grace upon to do him right.
Willo. Bafe Men by his Endowments are made great.
Tork. My Lords of England, let me tell you this,
I have had feeling of my Coufin's Wrongs,
And labour'd all I could to do him right:
But in this kind, to come in braving Arms,
Be his own Carver, and cut out his Way,
To find out Right with Wrongs, it may not be;
And you that do abet him in this kind,
Cherifh Rebellion, and are Rebels all.
North. The noble Duke hath fworn his coming is
But for his own; and for the right of that,
We all ave ftrongly fworn to give him Aid,
And let him ne'er fee Joy that breaks that Oath.
York. Well, well, I fee the iffue of these Arms;
I cannot mend it, I muft needs confefs,
Because my Power is weak, and all ill left:
But if I could, by him that gave me Life,
I would attach you all, and make you ftoop
Unto the Soveraign Mercy of the King.
But fince I cannot, be it known to you,
I do remain as Neuter. So fare you well,
Unless you peafe to enter in the Cafile,
And there repofe you for this Night.
Bulling. An Offer, Uncle, that we will accept:
But we must win your Grace to go with us.
To Bristow Castle, which they fay is held
By Busby, Bagot, and their Complices,
The Caterpillars of the Common-wealth,
Which I have fworn to weed, and pluck away.
York. It may be I will go with you, but yet I'll pause, For I am loath to break our Country's Laws:
Nor Friends, nor Foes, to me welcome you are,
Things paft redrefs, are now with me paft Care. [Exeunt.
Enter Salisbury, and a Captain.
Cap. My Lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten Days,
And hardly kept your Countrymen together,
And yet we hear no Tidings from the King;
Therefore we all difperfe our felves: Farewel.
Salis. Stay yet another Day, thou trufty Welchman,
The King repofeth all his Confidence in thee.
Cap. 'Tis thought the King is dead, we will not ftay,
The Bay-Trees in our Country are all wither'd,
And Meteors fright the fixed Stars of Heav'n?
The pale-fac'd Mon looks bloody on the Earth,
And lean-look'd Prophers whisper fearful Change;
Rich Men look fad, and Ruffians dance and leap;.
The one in Fear to lofe what they enjoy,
The other to enjoy by Rage and War:
Thefe Signs forerun the Death of Kings.
Farewel; our Countrymen are gone and fled,
As well affur'd, Richard their King is dead.
Salis. Ah Richard, with Eyes of heavy Mind,
I fee thy Glory like a fhooting Star,
Fall to the bafe Earth from the Firmament:
Thy Sun fets weeping in the lowly Weft,
Witneffing Storms to come, Wo, and Unreft:
Thy Friends are fled to wait upon thy Foes,
And crofly to thy good, all Fortune goes.
Enter Bullingbroke, York, Northumberland, Rofs, Percy, Willoughby, with Bushy and Green Prisoners.;
Bulling. B Bulby and Green, I will not vex your Souls,
Since prefently your Souls must part your Bodies,
With too much urging your pernicious Lives,
For 'twere no Charity; yet to wash your Blood
From off my Hands, here in the View of Men,
I will unfold fome Caufes of your Deaths.
You have mifs-led a Prince, a royal King,
A happy Gentleman in Blood and Lineaments,
By you unhappy'd, and disfigur'd clean:
You have in manner with your finful Hours
Made a Divorce betwixt his Queen and him,
Broke the Poffeffion of a royal Bed,
And ftain'd the Beauty of a fair Queen's Cheeks
With Tears drawn from her Eyes, with your foul Wrongs.
My felf a Prince, by Fortune of my Birth,
Near to the King in Blood, and near in Love,
"Till you did make him mif-interpret me,
Have ftoopt my Neck under your Injuries,
And figh'd my English Breath in foreign Clouds,
Eating the bitter Bread of Banishment;
While you have fed upon my Seignories,
Dif-park'd my Parks, and fell'd my Foreft Woods;
From mine own Windows torn my Houfhold Coat,
Raz'd out my Imprefs, leaving me no Sign,
Save Mens Opinions, and my living Blood,
To fhew the World I am a Gentleman.
This, and much more, much more than twice all this,
Condemns you to the Death: See them deliver'd over
To Execution, and the Hand of Death.
Busby. More welcome is the Stroak of Death to me,
Than Bullingbroke to England.
Green. My Comfort is, that Heav'n will take our Souls, And plague Injuftice with the Pains of Hell.
Bulling. My Lord Northumberland, fee them dispatch'd. Uncle, you fay the Queen is at your House; For Heav'ns fake, fairly let her be intreated; Tell her I fend to her my kind Commends; Take special care my Greetings be deliver❜d. York A Gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd With Letters of your Love to her at large. Bulling. Thanks, gentle Uncle: Come Lords away, To fight with Glendoure, and his Complices; A while to work, and after Holiday
Flourish: Drums, and Colours.
Enter King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of Carlisle, and Soldiers.
K. Rich. Barkloughly-Cafle call you this at hand?
Aum. Yea, my Lord; how brooks your Grace the Air,
After your late toffing on the breaking Seas?
K. Rich. Needs muft I like it well; I weep for Joy
To ftand upon my Kingdom once again.
Hand,
Though Rebels wound thee with their Horfes Hoofs:
As a long parted Mother with her Child,
Plays fondly with.her Tears, and fmiles in meeting;
So weeping, fmiling, greet I thee my Earth,
And do thee Favour with my Royal Hands.
Feed not thy Soveraign's Foe, my gentle Earth,
Nor with thy Sweets comfort his ravenous Sense:
Dear Earth, I do falute thee with my
But let thy Spiders that fuck up thy Venom,
And heavy-gated Toads lye in their way,
Doing Annoyance to the treacherous Feet,
Which with ufurping Steps do trample thee.
Yield ftinging Nettles to mine Enemies;
And when they from thy Bofom pluck a Flower,
Guard it I prithee with a lurking Adder,
Whofe double Tongue may with a mortal touch
Throw Death upon thy Soveraign's Enemies.
Mock not my fenfelefs Conjuration, Lords;
This Earth hall have a feeling, and these Stones
Prove armed Soldiers, e'er her native King
Shall falter under foul rebellious A ms.
Bishop. Fear not, my Lord, that Power that made you King Hath Power to keep you King, in spight of all.
Aum. He means, my Lord, that we are too remifs
Whilft Bullingbroke, through their Security,
Grows flrong and grear, in Subftance and in Friends,
K. Rich. Difcomfortable Coufin, know'st thou not,
That when the fearching Eye of Heav'n is hid,
Behind the Globe, that lights the lower World,
Then Thieves and Rebbers range abroad unfeen,
In Murders, and in Out-rage bloody here.
But when from under this terreftrial Ball
He fires the proud Tops of the Eaftern Pines,
And darts his Lightning through ev'ry guilty Hole;
Then Murders, Treafons, and detefted Sins,
The Cloak of Night being pluck'd from off their Backs,
Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves.
So when this Thief, this Traitor Bullingbroke,
Who all this while hath revell'd in the Night,
Shall fee us rifing in our Throne, the Eaft,
His Treafons will fet blufhing in his Face,
Not able to endure the Sight of Day;
But felf-affrighted, tremble at his Sin.
Not all the Water in the rough rude Sea
Can wash the Balm from an anointed King;
The Breath of worldly Men cannot depose
The Deputy elected by the Lord:
For every Man that Bullingbroke hath preft,
To lift fhrewd Steel against our Golden Crown,
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