For what I have, I need not to repeat; And what I want, it boots not to complain. 1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing. Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause; But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou weep. 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you good. Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me good, And never borrow any tear of thee. But stay, here come the gardeners : Let's step into the shadow of these trees Enter a Gardener, and two Servants. My wretchedness unto a row of pins, [Queen and Ladies retire. Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays, 1 Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, Gard Hold thy peace : He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, 3 Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke ; They are; and Bolingbroke Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.-Oh! What pity is it, Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, Queen. O, I am press'd to death, Through want of speaking!-Thou, old Adam's like ness, [Coming from her concealment. Set to dress this garden, how dares Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd? Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I, Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd; And with that odds he weighs king Richard down, 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 I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow, worse, I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.- ACT IV. SCENE 1.-London. Westminster Hall. The Lords spiritual on the right side of the Throne; the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below. Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Surrey, Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, another Lord, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, and Attendants. Officers behind with Bagot. Bolingbroke. 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 perform'd The bloody office of his timeless end. Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. Bol. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver❜d. In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted, 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. There is my gage, the manual seal of death, That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, Bol. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thines By that fair sun that shows me where thou stand'st, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest ; And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that day. Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this. Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true, In this appeal, as thou art all unjust: And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn Aume erle; And spur thee on with full as many lies As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you. |