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Within the earth; and therein laid, there lies
Two kinsmen, digg'd their Graves with weeping eyes.
Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
I talk but idly, and you mock at me.
Most mighty Prince, my lord Northumberland,
What says King Boling broke ? will his Majesty
Give Ricbard leave to live, till Richard die?
You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says, ay.
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 glist'ring Phaeton, Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
(North. retires to Bol. In the base court ? base court, where Kings grow base, To come at traitors' Calls, and do them grace. In the base courtcome down ? down,court; down, King; For Night-owls shriek, where mounting Larks should
Boling. What says his Majesty ?
North. Sorrow, and Grief of Heart,
Makes him speak fondly, like a frantick Man;
[Richard comes to them. Yet is he come.
Boling. Stand all apart,
And Thew fair duty to his Majesty.
My gracious lord
K. Ricb. 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,
Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesie.
Up, cousin, up; your heart is I know,
Thus high at least, although your knee be low.
[Touching his own head. 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
That know the strong'st and surest way to get.
Uncle, give me your hand ; nay, dry your eyes;
Tears shew their love, but want their remedies.
Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
Though you are old enough to be my heir.
will have, I'll give, and willing too ;
For do we must, what force will have us do.
Set on towards London. Cousin, is it so?
Boling. Yea, my good lord.
K. Rich. Then I must not say, no. (Flourish. Exeunt.
A Garden, in the Queen's Court.
Enter Queen and two Ladies.
HAT fport shall we devise here in this
To drive away the heavy thought of care ?
Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.
Queen. 'Twill make me think, the world is full of
And that my fortune runs against the bias.
Lady. Madam, we'll dance.
Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight,
When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief.
Therefore no dancing, girl ; fome other sport.
Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.
Queen. Of forrow, or of joy?
Lady. Of either, Madam.
Queen. Of neither, girl.
For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of forrow,
Or if of grief, being altogether had,
It adds more forrow to my want of joy.
For what I have, I need not to repeat,
And what I want, it boots not to complain.
Lady. Madam, I'll fing.
Queen. 'Tis well, that thou haft cause,
But thou should'ft please me better, would'st thou weep.
Lady. I could weep, Madam, would it do you good.
Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me
And never borrow any tear of thee.
But stay, here comes the Gardiners.
Let's step into the shadow of these trees;
My Wrecchedness unto a row of pins,
Enter a Gardiner, and two Servants.
They'll talk of State; for every one doth so,
Against a Change; woe is fore-run with woe.
[ Queen and Ladies retire.
Guard. Go, bind thou up yond dangling Apricots,
Which, like unruly children, make their Sire
Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight.
Against a Change; woe is followed, tho’ it did not to what fore-run with wor.) But went before.
WARBURTON. what was there, in the Gardiners' There is no need of any ementalking of Scare, for matter of dation. The poet, according to so much woe? Besides, this is in the common doctrine of prognotended for a Sentence, but proves fication, supposes dejection to a very fimple one. I suppose forerun calamity, and a kingdom Shakespeare wrote,
to be filled with rumours of sorwoe is fore-run with MOCKS, row when any great disaiter is which has some meaning in it; impending. The sense is that, and signifies, that, when great publick evils are always presiga Men are on the declinc, their mified by publick pensiveness, and inferiors take advantage of their plaintive conversation. The concondition, and treat them with- ceit of rhyming mocks with aprio Out Ceremony. And this we find cocks, which I hope Shakespeare to be the case in the following knew better how to spell, thows scene. But the Editors were seeks that the commentator was reing for a shime. Tho' had they folved not to let his conjecture not been so impatient they would fall for want of any support that have found it gingled to what he could give it. VOL. IV.
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 our Common-wealth ;
All must be even in our Government.
You thus imploy'u, I will go root away
The noisom weeds, that without profit suck
The foil's fertility from wholesom fíowers.
Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a palez
Keep law, and form, and due proportion,
Shewing, as in a model, a firm state ? s
When our Sea-walled garden, the whole Land,
Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choak'd up,
Her fruit-trees all unprun’d, her hedges ruin’d,
Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesom herbs
Swarming with Caterpillars ?
Guard. Hold thy peace. He, that hath fuffer'd this disorder'd Spring, Hath now himself met with the Fall of leaf; The weeds, that his broad spreading leaves did selter, That seem'd, in eating him, to hold him up; Are pulld up, root an all, by Boling broke ; I mean, the Earl of Wiltshire, Buffy, Green.
Serv. What, are they dead ?
Gard. They are,
And Buling broke hath seiz'd the wasteful King.
What pity is't, that he had not so trimnm'd
And dreft his Land, as we this Garden dress,
And wound the bark, the skin, of our fruit-trees
Leít, being over proud with fap and blood,
With too much riches it confound it self;
Uad he done fo to great and growing men,
They might liave liv'd to bear, and he to taste
Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches
5-Our firm liars) How firm? We should read, could he say ours when he imme.
A firm ftate. diately tudjoins, that it ivas in
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live ;
Had he done so, himself had borne the Crown,
Which waste and idle hours have quite thrown down.
Siru. What, think you then, the King shall be
depos'd? Gard. Depreft he is already; and depos’d, 'Tis doubted, he will be. Letters last night Came to a dear friend of the Duke of York, That tell black ridings. Queen. Oh, I am prest to death, through want of
Thou Adam's likeness, fet to dress this garden,
How dares thy tongue found this unpleasing news ?
What Eve, whar Serpent hath suggested thee,
To make a second Fall of cursed man?
Why dost thou say, King Richard is depos'd ?
Dar'ít thou, thou little better Thing than earth,
Divine his downfal? say, where, when, and how
Cam'it thou by these ill tidings ? Speak, thou wretch.
Gard. Pardon mè, Madam. Little joy have I
To breathe these news; yet, what I say, is true.
King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
Of Boling broke; their fortunes both are weigh’d;
In your Lord's Scale is nothing but himself,
And some few Vanities that make him light;
But in the Balance of great Boling broke,
Besides himself, are all the English Peers,
And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
Post you to London, and you'll find it fo;
I speak no more, than every one doth know.
Queen. Nimble Mischance, that art fo light of foor,
Doth not thy Embassage belong to me?
And am I last, that know it ? oh, thou think'ft
To serve me laft, that I may longest keep
Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go;
To meet, at London, London's King in woe.
What, was I burn to this ? that my fad Look
Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?