Duch. Why, York, what wilt thou do? A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament, Duch. He shall be none; We'll keep him here: Then what is that to him? Fond woman! were he twenty times my son, Duch. Hadst thou groan'd for him, As I have done, thou'dst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect, Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: Not like to me, or any of my kiu, [exit. York. Make way, unruly woman. Spur, post; and get before him to the king, [exeunt. SCENE III. WINDSOR. A ROOM IN THE CASTLE. Enter Bolingbroke, as King; Percy, and Lords. I would to God, my lords, he might be found : Aum. God save your grace. I do beseech your majesty, alone. To have some conference with your grace alone. Unless a pardon, ere I rise, or speak. Bol. Intended, or committed, was this fault? [key York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt The treason that my haste forbids me show. Aum. Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise York. 'Twas, villain, ere thy hand did set it Bol. O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy - York. So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; Per. My lord, some two days since I saw the Mine honour lives, when his dishonour dies, prince; And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford. Per. His answer was,-he would unto the stews; Or my sham'd life in his dishonour lies: sake let me in. Bol. As dissolute, as desperate: yet, through both Speak with me, pity me, open the door; ['tis I. I see some sparkles of a better hope, Enter Aumerle hastily. Aum. Where is the king? Bol. What means Our cousin, that he stares and looks so wildly? A beggar begs, that never begg'd before. Bol. Our scene is alter'd,—from a serious thing, This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rests sound; This, let alone, will all the rest confound. Enter Duchess. Duch. O king, believe not this hard-hearted Love, loving not itself, none other can. [man; York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here? Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear? Duch. Sweet York, be patient: hear me, gentle liege. Bol. Rise up, good aunt. Duch. Not yet, I thee beseech: [kneels. nez moy. Duch. Nay, do not say-stand up; But, pardon, first; and afterwards, stand up. An if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, Pardon-should be the first word of thy speech. I never long'd to hear a word till now; Say-pardon, king; let pity teach thee how: The word is short, but not so short as sweet; No word like, pardon, for kings' mouths so meet. York. Speak it in French, king; say, pardon[stroy? Duch. Dost thou teach pardon, pardon to deAh, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, That set'st the word itself against the word !-Speak, pardon, as 'tis current in our land; The chopping French we do not understand. Thine eye begins to speak, set thy tongue there: Or, in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear; That, hearing how our plaints and prayers do Pity may move thee, pardon to rehearse. [pierce, Bol. Good aunt, stand up. Duch. I do not sue to stand, Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. Bol. I pardon him, as God shall pardon me. Duch. O happy 'vantage of a kneeling knee! Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again; Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain, But makes one pardon strong. Bol. With all my heart I pardon him. Duch. A god on earth thou art. [abbot, Bol. But for our trusty brother-in-law, and the With all the rest of that consorted crew,— Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels. Ext. Didst thou not mark the king, what words he spake? Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear? Was it not so? Ser. Those were his very words. [twice, Ext. Have I no friend? quoth he: he spake it And urg'd it twice together; did he not? Ser. He did. [me; Ext. And, speaking it, he wistfully look'd on As who should say,—I would, thou wert the man That would divorce this terror from my heart; Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go; I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe. [exeunt. SCENE V. POMFRET. DUNGEON OF THE CASTLE. Enter King Richard. K. Rich. I have been studying how I may comThis prison, where I live, unto the world. [pare And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, As thus,-Come, little ones; and then again,—— Ha, ha! keep time:-how sour sweet music is, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Gro. Hail, royal prince! K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer; With much ado, at length have gotten leave his back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; Gro. What my tongue dares not, that my heart Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? Keep. My lord, I dare not; sir Pierce of Exton, who [trary. Lately came from the king, commands the conK. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. [and thee! [beats the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help! Enter Exton and Servants, armed. K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude assault? [ment. Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instru [snatching a weapon, and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [he kills another; then Exton strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce hand. [land. Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's owL Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die [dies Ext. As full of valour, as of royal blood: Both have I spilt; O, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead king to the living king I'll bear ;Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. [exeunt. SCENE VI. WINDSOR. A ROOM IN THE CASTLE. Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke and York, with Lords and Attendants. Bol. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consum'd with fire Our town of Ci'cester in Glostershire; But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not. Enter Northumberland. Welcome, my lord: what is the news? [ness. Nor. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiThe next news is,-I have to London sent The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent; The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here. [presenting a paper. Bol. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Enter Fitzwater. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely; Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. Per. The grand conspirator, abbot of Westminster, With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, Bol. Carlisle, this is your doom :- Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a coffin. Ext. Great king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. Bol. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand, [wrought Upon my head, and all this famous land. [deed. Ext. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this Bol. They love not poison, that do poison need, Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, [exunt MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Vincentio, Duke of Vienna. DRAMATIS PERSONE. Angelo, Lord Deputy in the Duke's absence. Elbow, a simple Constable. Froth, a foolish Gentleman. Escalus, an antient Lord, joined with Angelo in the Depu- Clown, Servant to Mrs. Over-done. tation. Abhorson, an Executioner. Barnardine, a dissolute Prisoner. SCENE I. AN APARTMENT IN THE DUKE'S PALACE. Enter Duke, Escalus, Lords, and Attendants. Duke. ESCALUS, Esc. My lord. Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse; Since I am put to know that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice My strength can give you: then no more remains But that to your sufficiency, as your worth is able, And let them work. The nature of our people, Our city's institutions, and the terms For common justice, you are as pregnant in, As art and practice hath enriched any That we remember: there is our commission, From which we would not have you warp.-Call hither, I say, bid come before us Angelo. [exit an Attendant. What figure of us think you he will bear? For you must know, we have with special soul Elected him our absence to supply; Lent him our terror, drest him with our love; And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power: what think you of it? Esc. If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is lord Angelo. Enter Angelo. Duke. Look, where he comes. Ang. Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure. Duke. Angelo, There is a kind of character in thy life, Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike [touch'd, Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech In our remove, be thou at full ourself; Live in thy tongue and heart: Old Escalus, Ang. Now, good my lord, Let there be some more test made of my metal, Duke. No more evasion: We have, with a leaven'd and prepared choice, Ang. Yet, give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way. Duke. My haste may not admit it; Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand; |