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Now prisoner to the palsie, chastise thee,
And minister correction to thy fault.

Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; * On what condition stands it, and wherein ?

York. Ev'n in condition of the worst degree;
In gross Rebellion, and detested Treason.
Thou art a banilh'd man, and here art come,
Before the expiration of thy time,
In braving arms against thy Sovereign.

Boling. As I was banish’d, I was banish'd Hereford;
But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
And, noble uncle, I beseech your Grace,
Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye.
You are my father; for, methinks, in you
I see old Gaunt alive : O then, my father!
Will you perinit, that I shall stand condemn'd
A wand'ring vagabond; my Rights and Royalties
Pluckt from my arms perforce, and giv'n away
To upstart unthrifts? 7 Wherefore was I born ?
If that my cousin King be King of England,
It must be granted, I am Duke of Lancaster.
You have a fon, Aumerle, my noble Kinsman :
Had you first dy'd, and he been thus trod down,
He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father,
To rowze his wrongs, and chase them to the bay.
I am deny'd to fue my livery here,
And yet my letters patents give me leave :
My father's Goods are all distrain’d and sold,
And there, and all, are all amiss imploy’d.
What would you have me do? I am a Subject,
And challenge law; attorneys are deny'd me ;
And therefore personally I lay my Claim

* On what condition. ] It what purpose serves birth and lishould be, in what condition. neal succesiion? I am Duke of That is, in what degree of gui't. Lancaster by the same right of The particles in the old editions Lirth as the King is king of Engare of liitle credit.

land. + Weerefore was I born??) To

To

Cousin's wrongs,

To mine Inheritance of free Descent.

Norib. The noble Duke hath been too much abus'd. Rofs. It stands your Grace upon, to do him Right, Willo. Bafe men by his endowments are made great.

York. My lords of England, let me tell you this, I have had Feeling of my And labour'd all I could to do him Righe. But, in this kind, to come in braving arms, Be his own carver, and cut out his way, To find out Right with wrongs, it may not be; And you that do abet him in this kind, Cherish Rebellion, and are Rebels all.

North. The noble Duke hath sworn, his Coming is
But for his own; and, for the Right of That,
We all have strongly sworn to give him aid ;
And let him ne'er fee joy, that breaks that oath.

York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms;
I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
Because my Pow'r is weak, and all ill left;
But if I could, by him that gave me life,
I would attach you all, and make you stoop
Unto the fovereign mercy of the King.
But since I cannot, be it known to you,
I do remain as neuter. So, farewel.
Unless you please to enter in the Castle,
And there repose you for this night.

Boling. An offer, Uncle, that we will accept.
But we must win your Grace to go with us
To Bristol-Castle, which, they say, is held
By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices;
The caterpillars of the Common-wealth,
Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away.

York. It may be, I will go. But yet I'll pause,
For I am loath to break cur Country's Laws.
Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are ;
Things past Redress are now with me past Care.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

S CE N E XI.
In W ALE S.

,

Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. Cap.

Y lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days,

And hardly kept our Countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the King ; Therefore we will disperse our selves. Farewel.

Salis. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman : The King reposeth all his trust in thee. Cap. 'Tis thought, the King is dead: we will not

stay. The Bay-trees in our Country all are wither'd, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heav'n ; The pale fac’d moon looks bloody on the earth ; And lean-look'd Prophets whisper fearful Change. Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap ; The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy ; Th'other, in hope t'enjoy by rage and war. These signs forerun the death of KingsFarewel; our countrymen are gone and fled, As well assurd, Richard their King is dead. [Exit.

Salif. Ah, Richard, ah! with eyes of heavy mind, I see thy Glory, like a shooting Star, * Here is a scene fo unartfully and thought. The play was not, in irregularly thrust into an impro- Shakeljeare's time, broken into per place, that I cannot but suspect acts; the two editions published it accidentally transposed; which, before his death exhibit only a when the scenes were written sequence of scenes from the beon single pages, might easily hap- ginning to the end, without any pen, in the wildness of Shake- hint of a pause of action.

In a jjeare's drama. This dialogue drama so desultory and erratick, was, in the authour's draught, left in such a state, tranfpofitions probably the second scene of the might easily be made. ensuing act, and there I would * The bay-tree!, &c. ) This advise the reader to insert it, enumeration of prodigies is in though I have not ventured on so the highest degree poetical and bold a change. My conjecture striking. is not so presumptuous as may be VOL. IV. E

Fall

Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
Thy Sun sets weeping in the lowly Welt,
Witnessing Storms to come, woe, and unrest.
Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes ;
And crossly to thy Good all fortune goes.

[Exit.

ACT III.

SCENE I

Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol.

Enter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Ross, Percy, Willoughby, with Bushy and Green

Prisoners.

" BOLINGBROKE.

RING forth these men.
Busby and Green, I will

not vex your

fouls (Since presently your souls must part your bodies) With too much urging your pernicious lives; For 'twere no charity : yet to wash your blood From off my hands, here, in the view of men, I will unfold some causes of your deaths. You have mis-led a Prince, a royal King, A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, By you unhappy'd, and disfigur'd clean. You have, in manner, with your sinful hours Made a divorce betwixt his Queen and him ; Broke the Poffeffion of a royal Bed, And stain'd the Beauty of a fair Queen's cheeks With tears drawn from her eyes, with your foul wrongs. My self, a Prince, by fortune of my birth, Near to the King in blood, and near in love, Till you

did make him mil-interpret me, Have stoopt my neck under your injuries; And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,

Eat

Eating the bitter bread of Banishment,
While you have fed upon my Signiories,
Dil-park'd my Parks, and féll'd my forest-woods,

From mine own windows torn my houshold coat,
Raz'd out my Impress, leaving me no sign,
Save mens' opinions, and my living blood,
To shew the world I am a gentleman.
This, and much more, much more than twice all this,
Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd
T'execution, and the hand of death.

Busby. More welcome is the stroke of death to me,
Than Bolingbroke to England. -----Lords, farewel.
Green. My comfort is, that heav'n will take our

fouls,
And plague injustice with the pains of hell.

Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd.
- Uncle, you say the Queen is at your house;
For heav'n's fake, fairly let her be intreated ;
Tell her, I fend to her my kind Commends ;
Take special care, my Greetings be deliver'd.

York. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd
With letters of your love to her at large.
Boling. - Thanks, gentle Uncle.-Come, my lords,
away,

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