1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be de pos'd? Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, 'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, That tell black tidings. 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? What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd? Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd: 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 To serve me last, that I may longest keep Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go, I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow. worse, I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.- [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I.-London, Westminster Hall. The Lords spiritual on the right side of the Throne; the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below. En ter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, another Lord, Bishop of CARLISLE, Abbot of WESTMINSTER, and Attendants. Officers behind, with BAGOT. Boling. Call forth Bagot: Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; Bagot, Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. Adding withal, how blest this land would be, Aum. Princes, and noble lords, What answer shall I make to this base man ? Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, 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, To prove it on thee to the extremest point Of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar'st, Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, And never brandish more revengeful steel Over the glittering helmet of my foe! Lord I take the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle; 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 Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. pawn; 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. Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk. Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence then; And you can witness with me, this is true. Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true. Fitz. Surrey, thou liest. Surrey. Dishonourable boy! That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie In earth as quiet as thy father's skull. In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, And spit upon him, whilst 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, |