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As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this tongue Controlling majesty; Alack, alack, for wo,
of mine, That any harm should stain'so fair a show! That laid the sentence of dread banishment K. Rich. We are amaz'd; and thus long have On yon proud man, should take it off again we stood
With words of sooth!3 O, that I were as great To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, As is my gries, or lesser than my name!
(To Northumberland. Or that I could forget what I have been ! Because we thought ourself thy lawful king : Or not remember what I must be now ! And if we be, how dare thy joints forget Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to To pay their awful duty to our presence ?
beat, If we be not, show us the hand of God
Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; Num. Northumberland comes back from Bolingo For well we know, no hand of blood and bone
broke. Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;
My subjects, for a pair of carved saints; Tell Bolingbroke (for yond', methinks, he is,) And my large kingdom for a little grave, That every stride he makes upon my land, A little little grave, an obscure grave :Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope
Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, The purple testament of bleeding war;
Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, May hourly trample on their sovereign's head: Ten thousand bloody crowns of mother's sons For on my heart ihey tread, now whilst I live; Shall ill become the flower of England's face;' And, buried once, why not upon my head ?Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace Aumerle, thou weep'st ; My tender-hearted cou To scarlet indignation, and bedew
sin !Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. We'll make foul weather with despised tears; North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, king
And make a dearth in this revolting land. Should so with civil and unciyil arms
Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, And make some pretty match with shedding tears ; Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand;
As thus :-To drop them still upon one place, And by the honourable tomb he swears,
Till they have fretted us a pair of graves That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; Within the earth; and, therein laid,- There lies And by the royalties of both your bloods,
Two kinsmen, digg'd their graves with weeping Currents that spring from one most gracious head;
Would not this ill do well ?-Well, well, I see And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; I talk but idly, and you mock at me.And by the worth and honour of himself,
Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, Comprising all that may be sworn, or said,
What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty His coming hither hath no further scope,
Give Richard leave to live till Richard dic? Than for his lineal royaltics, and to beg
You make a leg,* and Bolingbroke says—ay. Enfranchisement immediate on his knees :
North. My lord, in the bases court he doth attend Which on thy royal party granted once,
To speak with you; may't please you to come His glittering arms he will commend? tó rust,
down? His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering To faithful service of your majesty.
(North. retires to Boling. K. Rich. Northumberland, say,--thus the king In the base court ? Base court, where kings grow returns ;
base, His noble cousin is right welcome hither;
To come at traitors' call, and do them grace. And all the number of his fair demands
In the base court? Come down ? Down, court! Shall be accomplishi'd without contradiction :
down, king! With all the gracious utterance thou hast, For night-owls shrick, where mounting larks should Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
(Exeunt from above, We do debase oursell, cousin, do we not,
Boling. What says his majesty ? [To Aumerle. North.
Sorrow and grief of heart To look so poorly, and to speak so fair ? Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man: Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
Yet he is come.
Boling. Stand all apart,
[Kneeling. (1) Soil. (2) Commit, (3) Softness. (4) A bow. (5) Lower.
K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely Give some supportance to the bending twigs.knee,
Go thou, and, like an executioner, To make the basc carth proud with kissing it: Cut off the heads of too-last-growing sprays, Me rather had, my heart miglit feel your love, That look too lofty in our commonwealth: s'han my unpleas'd eye sce your courtesy. All must be even in our government.Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, You thus employ'd, I will go root away Thus high at least, (Touching his own head.) al. The noisome weeds, that without profit suck though your knee be low,
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine I Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale!
Keep law, and form, and due proportion, K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, Showing, as in a model, our firin estate? and all.
When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up, As iny true service shall deserve your love. Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, K. Rich. Well you deserve :--They well deserve Her knots“ disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs to have,
Swarming with caterpillars ? That know the strong'st and surcst way to get.- Gard.
Hold thy peace:Uncle, give me your hand : nay, dry your eyes;
He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, Tears'show their love, but want their remedies.- Hath now himself met with the fall of leat: Cousin, I am too young to be your father, The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did Though you are old enough to be my heir.
I Serv. What, are they dead ?
They are; and Bolingbroke [Flourish. Exeunt. Ilath seiz'd the wasteful king.-Oh! What pity SCENE IV.-Langley. The Duke of York's That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land,
Garden. Enter the Queen, and two Ladics. As we this garden! We, at time of year, Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this po wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; garden,
Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood,
With too much riches it confound itself:
Had he done so lo great and growing men,
PT will make me think They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste, The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune
Thcir fruits of duty. All superfluous branches Runs 'gainst the bias.'
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: I Lady. Madam, we will dance.
Had he donc so, himself had borne the crown, Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight,
Which waste of'idle hours hath quite thrown down. When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:
1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.
depos'd ? I Lally. Madam, we'll wll lales.
Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, Qucen.
Of sorrow, or of joy? To a dear friend of the good duke of York's,
'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night 1 Lady. Of either, madam. Queen.
Of neither, girl :
That tell black tidings. For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
0, I am press'd to death, li doth reinember me the more of sorrow;
Through want of speaking !—Thou, old Adam's Or is of grief, being allogether had,
likeness, (Coming from her concealmenl. It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
Set to dress the garden, how dares For what I have, I need not to repeat;
Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? And what I want, it boots? not to complain.
What Eve, what serpent hath suggested the
To make a second fall of cursed man? 1 Lacy. Madam, I'll sing. Queen. ''Tis well, that thou hast cause; Darst thou, thou little better thing than earth,
Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd ? But thou should'st please me belter, would'st thou Divine his downlul? Say, where, when, and how,
weep I Lady. I could weer, madamn, would it do you
Cam'st thou by these ill tidings ? speak, thou wretch. good.
Garil. Pardon me, madain: little joy have I, Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true. good, And never borrow any tear of thce.
Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are wcigh'd: But stay, here come the gardeners :
In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, Let's step into the shadow of these trees.
And some few vanities that make him light;
But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Enter a Gardener, and two Servants. Besides himself, are all the English peers, My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. They'll talk of state ; for every one doth so Post you to London, and you'll find it so; Against a change: Wo is forerun with wo. I speak no more than every one doth know.
(Queen and Ladies relire. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of Gærd. Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks, foot, TVhich, like unruly children, make their sire Doth not thy embassage belong to me, Sloop with oppression of their prodigal weight: And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st (1) A weight fixed on one side of the bowl, which (2) Profits.
(3) Inclosure. turns it from the straight line.
(4) Figures planted in a box. 15) No doubt,
To serve me last, that I may longest keep
Filz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go, Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for To mcet at London London's king in wo.
this. What, was I born to this! that my sad look Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true, Should grace the triumph of greai Bolingbroke?- In this appeal, as ihou art all unjust : Gardener, for telling me this news of wo,
And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, I would, the plants thou grallist, may never grow. To prove it on thee, to the extremest point
(E.reunt Queen and Ladies. Of mortal breathing ; seize it, if thou dar’st. Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, no worse,
And never brandish more revengeful steel
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: SCENE I.-London. Westminster Hall. The To answer twenty thousand such as you.
I have a thousand spirits in one breast, lords spiritual on the right side of the throne ; the Loris temporal on the left; the commons below. The very :ime Aumerle and you did talk.
Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Surrey, Northum- Fitz. My lord, 'tis true : you were in presence berland, Percy, Fitzwater, another lord, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbol of Westminster, and attendants. And you can witness with me, this is true. Officers behind, with Bagot.
Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is Boling. Call forth Bagot:--
true. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;
Filz. Surrey, thou licst. Whai thou dost know of noble Gloster's death;
Dishonourable boy! Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'a That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, The bloody office of his timcless: end.
That it shall render vengeance and revenge, Bagol. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.
In proof whereor, there is my honour's pawn; Bagol. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st. tongue
Filz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.
iri dure eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted, I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, I heard you say,—Is not my arm of longth,
And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies, That reacheth from the resiful English court
And lies, and lies : 'there is my bond or faith, As far as Calais, to my uncle's head ?
To tie thee to my strong correction. Amongst much other talk, that very time,
As I intend to thrive in this new world, I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal : The offer of a hundred thousand crowns,
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, Than Bolingbroke's return to England ;
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men Adding withal, how blest this land would bc,
To execute the noble duke at Calais. In this your cousin's death.
Jum. Some honest Christian trust mc with a Aum. Princes, and noble lords,
galec, What answer shall I make to this base man?
That Norfolk lies: herc do I throw down this, Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,
If he may be repeal'd to try his honour. On equal terms to give him chastisement ?
Boling. These differences shall all rest under Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.---
Till Norfolk be repeald: repealed he shall be, There is my gage, the manual scal of death,
And, though minc enemy, restor'd again That marks thce out for hell: I say, thou liest,
To all his land and signories; when he's return'd, And will maintain, what thou hast said, is falsc,
Against Auinerle we will enforce his trial. In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought Boling. Bago!, forbear, thou shall not take it up.
For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian lield Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best" Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, In all this presence, that hath mov'd mc so.
Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens: Filz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies,
And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself There is my gage, Aumerlc, in gage to thine:
To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
pure soul unto his captain, Christ ; That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death.
Under whose colours he had fought so long. If thou deny'st it, twenty tiincs thou liest;
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead ? And I will turn thy falschood to thy heart,
Car. As sure as I live, my lord. Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his swcct soul to Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that
the bosom day.
or good old Abraham !-Lords appellants,
Your differences shall all rest under gage, (1) Pity. (2) Untimcly. Till we assign you to your days of trial.
are mine :
Enter York altended.
The favours of these men: Were they not mino 1
Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me? York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee So Judas did to Christ : but he, in twelve Froin plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand,
soul Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields God save the king !-Will no man say, amen? To the possession of thy royal hand:
Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. Ascend his throne, descending now from him,
God save the king! although I be not he; And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!
And yet, amen, it'heaven do think him me.Buling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal To do what service ann I sent for hither? throne.
York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Car. Marry, God forbid !
Which tired majesty did make thee offer, Worst in this royal presence may I speak, The resignation of ihy state and crown Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. To Henry Bolingbroke. Would God, that any 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 noblessi would
Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, thine. Learn him torbearance from so foul a wrong. Now is this golden crown like a deep well, What subject can give sentence on his king? That owes' iwo buckets filling one another ; And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject ? The einptier 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. Anointed, crown'd, planted many years,
K. Rich. My crown, I am ; but still my gricts Be judy'd by subject and inferior breath, 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 griess; still am I king of those. Should show so heinous, black, obscene a dced !
Boling.' Part of your cares you give me with I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
your crown. Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
cares down. Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king : My care is-loss of care, by old care done; And if you crown hinn, let me prophesy,
Your care is-gain of care, by new care won: The blood of English shall mazure the ground, The cares I give, I have, though given away; And future ages groan for this foul act;
They tends 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 be, Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound ; Therefore, no no, for 1 resign
to thee. Disorder, horror, lear, and mutiny,
Now mark me how I will undo myself:Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
I give this heavy weight from off my head, The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls.
And this unwieldly sceptre from my hand, o, if you rear this house against this house, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; It will the wofullest division prove,
With mine own lears I wash away my balm, That ever fell upon this cursed earth:
With mine own hands I give away my crown, Prevent, resist ii, let it not be so,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, Lest child, child's children, cry against you-wo! With minc own breath release all duteous oaths: North. Well have you argu’d, sir; and, for your All pomp and majesty I do forswear; pains,
My manors, rents, revenues, I forego; of capital treason we arrest you here :
My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny:
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! May't please you, lords, lo grant the commons' suit
. Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grier'd; Boling. Feich 'hither Richard, that in common And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd! view
Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat lo sit, He may surrender: so we shall proceed
And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit! Without suspicion.
God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, York.
I will be his conduct." (Exit. And send him many years of sunshinc days! Boling. Lords, you that are here under our ar- What more remains ? rest,
No more, but that you read Procure your suretics for your days of answer :
(Offering a paper. Little are we beholden to your love, (To Carlisle. These accusations, and these grievous crimes, And little look'd for at your helping hands. Committed by your person, and your followers, Re-enter York, with King Richard, and officers Against the state and profit of this land; bearing the crowon, fc.
That, by consessing them, the souls of men K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king,
May deem that you are worthily depos’d. Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
K. Rich. Must I do so ? and must I ravel out Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd
My weav'd-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland,
Icihy offences were upon record, To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee :
Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop, Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me
To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st, To this submission. Yet I well remember
There should'st thou find one heinous article,(1) Nobleness.
(2) Conductor. (3) Countenances. (4) Owns.
(5) Attend. (6) Oil of consecration.
Containing the deposing of a king,
The shadow of your face. And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, K. Rich.
Say that again. Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven :- The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see :Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within ; Whilst that my wretchedness doth baii myselí,- And these external manners of lament Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul ; Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,
There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, And water cannot wash away your sin.
For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these arti- Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way cles.
How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see: And then be gone, and trouble you no more. And yet salt water blinds them not so much, Shall I obtain it ?" But they can see a sort' of traitors here.
Name it, fair cousin. Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
K. Rich. Fair cousin ? Why, I am greater than I find myself a traitor with the rest :
a king : For I have given here my soul's consent, For, when I was a king, my flatterers To undeck the pompous body of a king;
Were then but subjects ; being now a subject, Make glory base; and sovereignty, a slave; I have a king here to my flatterer. Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant. Being so great, I have no need to beg. North. My lord,
Boling. Yet ask.
Boling. You shall.
K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your That I have worn so many winters out,
sights. And know not now what name to call myself! Boling: Go, some of you, convey him to the 0, that I were a mockery king of snow,
Tower. Standing before the sun of Bolingbroké,
K. Rich. O, good! Convey ?-Conveyers, are To melt myself away in water-drops !— Good king, -great king—(and yet not greatly That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. good,
(Exeunt K. Rich. some lords, and a guard. An if my word be sterling yet in England,
Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set Let it command a mirror hither straight;
down That it may show me what a face I have,
Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves. Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
(Exeunt all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle, Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking
and Aumerle. glass.
(Erit an altendant. Abbot. A woful pageant have we here beheld. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth Car. The wo's to come; the children yet un
born K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. to hell.
Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot Boling: Urge it no more, my lord Northumber- To rid the realm of this pernicious blot ? land.
Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, North. The commons will not then be satisfied. You shall not only take the sacrament K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read To bury* mine intents, but to effect enough,
Whatever I shall happen to devise :When I do see the very book, indeed,
I see your brows are full of discontent, Where all my sins are writ, and that's—myself. Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears;
Come home with me to supper ; I will lay,
A street leading to the Did keep ten thousand men ? Was this the face,
Tower. Enter Queen, and Ladies. That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Queen. This way the king will come; this is the Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies,
way And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke ? To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower," A brittle glory shineth in this face :
To whose flint bosom my condemned lord
Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke:
Enter King Richard, and guards. Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath de- But soft, but see, or rather do not see, stroy'd
My fair rose wither: Yet look up; behold;
That you in pity may dissolve to dew, (1) Pack.
(2) Haughty. (3) Jugglers, also robbers.
(4) Conceal. (5) Tower of London.