The king shall be contented: Must he lose North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you; may't please you to come down? K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering Phaeton, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. [NORTH. retires to BOLING. In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, To come at traitors' calls, and do them In the base court? Come down? Down, court! down, king! grace. For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should [Exeunt, from above. sing. Boling. What says his majesty? North. Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantick man : Yet he is come. Enter King RICHARD, and his Attendants, below. Boling. Stand all apart, And show fair duty to his majesty. My gracious lord,— [Kneeling. K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, Thus high at least, [Touching his own head.] although your knee be low. Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love. K. Rich. Well you deserve:-They well deserve to have, That know the strong'st and surest way to get.- K. Rich. Then I must not say, no. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Langley. The Duke of YORK's Garden. Enter the Queen, and two Ladies. Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? 1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. Queen. "Twill make me think, The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune 1 Lady. Madam, we will dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy? 1 Lady. Of either, madam. Queen. Of neither, girl: For if of joy, being altogether wanting, 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, They'll talk of state; for every one doth so [Queen and Ladies retire, Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Give some supportance to the bending twigs. Go thou, and, like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays, That look too lofty in the commonwealth : All must be even in our government. You thus employ'd, I will go root away The noisome weeds, that without profit suck 1 Sero. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, Keep law, and form, and due proportion, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate? Gard. Hold thy peace: He, that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, Gard. They are; and Bolingbroke Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.-Oh! What pity is it, That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, As we this garden! We at time of year Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; |