The foil's fertility from wholefome flowers.
Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale,
Keep law, and form, and due proportion,
Shewing, as in a model, a firm ftate;
When our fea-walled garden (the whole land)
Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choak'd up,
Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd,
Her knots diforder'd, and her wholesome herbs
Swarming with caterpillars?
He that hath fuffer'd this diforder'd spring,
Hath now himfelf met with the fall of leaf:
The weeds that his broad-fpreading leaves did fhelter,
(That feem'd, in eating him, to hold him up,)
Are pull'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke;
I mean, the Earl of Wiltshire, Bufhy, Green.,
Serv. What, are they dead?
And Bolingbroke hath feiz'd the wafteful King.
What pity is't, that he had not so trimm'd
And drefs'd his land, as we this garden dress,
And wound the bark, the fkin, of our fruit-trees,
Left, being over proud with fap and blood,
With too much riches it confound itself?
Had he done fo to great and growing men,
They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste
Their fruits of duty. All fuperfluous branches :
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live:
Had he done fo, himself had borne the crown,
Which wafte and idle hours have quite thrown down.
Serv. What, think you then the King fhall be depos'd?
Gard. Deprefs'd he is already; and depos'd,
'Tiş, doubted, he will be. Letters last night
Came to a dear friend of the Duke of York,
That tell black tidings.
Queen. Oh, I am prefs'd to death, through want of
Thou Adam's likeness, fet to dress this garden,
How dares thy tongue found this unpleafing news?
What Eve, what ferpent hath fuggefted thee,
To make a fecond fall of curfed man?
Why doft thou say, King Richard is depos'd?
Dar'ft thou (thou little better thing than earth)
Divine his downfal? Say, where, when, and how
Cam'ft thou by thefe ill tidings? fpeak, thou wretch.
Gard. Pardon me, Madam. Little joy have I
To breathe thefe news; yet what I fay is true.
King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd:
In your Lord's fcale is nothing but himself,
And fome few vanities that make him light:
But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
Befides himself, are all the English Peers,
And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
Poft you to London, and you'll find it fo;
I fpeak no more than every one doth know.
Queen. Nimble Mifchance, that art fo light of foot, Doth not thy, embaffage belong to me?
And am I last that know it? Oh, thou think'st
To ferve me laft, that I may longest keep
Thy forrow in my breaft. Come, Ladies, go;
To meet at London, London's King in woe.
What was I born to this! that my fad look
Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke!
Gard'ner, for telling me thefe news of woe,
I would the plants thou graft'ft may never grow.
[Exeunt Queen and Ladies.
Gard. Poor Queen, fo that thy ftate might be no worse,
I would my fkill were subject to thy curse.
Here did the droop a tear; here, in this place,
I'll set a bank of rue, four herb of grace;
Rue, ev'n for ruth, here fhortly shall be seen,
In the remembrance of a weeping Queen.
Enter, as to the parliament, Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Northum berland, Percy, Fitzwater, Surrey, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, Herald, Officers and Bagot.
CALL Bagot forth. Now freely speak thy
What thou doft know of Noble Glo'fter's death;
Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd
The bloody office of his timelefs * end.
Bagot. Then fet before my face the Lord Aumerle. Boling. Coufin, ftand forth, and look upon that man. Bagot. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unfay what it hath once deliver'd.
In that dead time when Glo'fter's death was plotted,
I heard you fay, is not my arm of length,
That reacheth from the reftful English court
As far as Calais to my uncle's head?
Amongst much other talk, that every time,
I heard you fay, You rather had refuse
The offer of an hundred thoufand crowns,
Than Bolingbroke return to England; adding,
How blefs'd this land would be in this your coufin's death..
Aum. Princes, and Noble Lords,
What answer fhall I make to this bafe man?
Shall I fo much difhonour my fair ftem,
On equal terms to give him chattisement?
Either I muft, or have mine honour foil'd
With the attainder of his fland'rous lips.
There is my gage, the manual feal of death,
That marks thee out for hell. Thou lyeft;
And I'll maintain what thou hast said is false,
In thy heart-blood, though being all too bafe
To ftain the temper of my knightly fword.
Boling. Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best
In all this prefence that hath mov'd me fo.
• Timeless, for untimely.
Fitzw. If that thy valour stand on fympathies,
There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine.
By that fair fun, that fhews me where thou stand'st,
I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'ft it,
That thou wert cause of Noble Glo'fter's death.
If thou deny'ft it, twenty times thou lieft;
And I will turn thy falfehood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with thy rapier's point.
Aum. Thou dar'ft not, coward, live to fee the day. Fitzw. Now, by my foul, I would it were this hour. Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this. Percy. Aumerle, thou lieft; his honour is as true, In this appeal, as thou art all unjuft;
And that thou art fo, there I throw my gage prove it on thee, to th' extremeft point
Of mortal breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'st.
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
And never brandifh more revengeful steel
Over the glittering helmet of my foe!
Who fets me elfe by Heav'n, I'll throw at all.
I have a thousand spirits in my breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Surrey. My Lord Fitzwater, I remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
Fitzw. My Lord, 'tis true: you were in presence then; And you can witness with me this is true.
Surrey. As falfe, by heav'n, as heav'n itself is true.
Fitzw. Surrey, thou lieft.
Surrey. Difhonourable boy,
That lie fhall lie fo heavy on my fword,
That it fhall-render vengeance and revenge,
Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, rest
In earth as quiet as thy father's fcull.
In proof whereof, there is mine honour's pawn:
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar❜st.
Fitzw. How fondly doft thou fpur a forward horse! If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
1 dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
And fpit upon him, whilft I say he lies,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,
To tie thee to my strong correction.
As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal.
Befides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk fay,
That thou, Aumerle, didft fend two of thy men
To execute the Noble Duke at Calais.
Aum. Some honeft Chriftian truft me with a gage,
That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this,
If he may be repeal'd, to try his honour.
Boling. Thefe diff'rences fhall all reft under gage,
Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeat'd he thall be;
And, though mine enemy, reftor'❜d again
To all his figniories; when he's return'd,
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
Carl. That honourable day fhall ne'er be feen.
Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
For Jefu Chrift, in glorious Chriftian field.
Streaming the enfign of the Chriftian cross,
Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens :
Then, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himfelf
To Italy, and there at Venice gave
His body to that pleafant country's earth,
And his pure foul unto his captain Chrift,
Under whofe colours he had fought so long.
Boling. Why, Bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Carl. Sure as I live, my Lord.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his foul
To th' bofom of good Abraham!-Lords appellants,
Your diff'rences fhall all reft under gage,
Till we affign you to your days of trial.
SCENE II. Enter York.
York. Great Duke of Lancafter, I come to thee From plume-pluck'd Richard, who with willing foul Adopts thee heir, and his high fceptre yields
To the poffeffion of thy Royal hand.
Afcend his throne, defcending now from him,
And long live Henry, of that name the Fourth!
Boling. In God's name, I'll afcend the regal throne.
Carl. Marry, Heav'n forbid!
'Worft in this Royal prefence may 1 fpeak,
Yet beft befeeming me to fpeak the truth.
Would God, that any in this Noble prefence
Were enough noble to be upright judge
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