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Gard'ner, for telling me these news of woe,
I would, the plants, ° thou graft't, may never grow, .

(Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Gard. Poor Queen, so that thy ftate might be no

worse, I would my skill were subject to thy Curse. Here did she drop a tear ; here, in this place, l'll set a bank of Rue, sour berb of grace ; Rue, ev'n for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping Queen.

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Enter, as to the Parliament, Bolingbroke, Aumerle,

Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, Surry, Bishop
of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, Herald, Officers,
and Bagot.

YALL Begot forth : now freely speak thy mind;

What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death ;
Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd
The bloody office of his timeless end.

Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle.
Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.

Bagot. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
Scorns to unsay, what it hath once deliver'd.
In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted,

6 I would, the plants, &c.-] been throughout this play very
This execration of the queen is diligent to reject what he did
somewhat ludicrous, and unsuit not like, has yet, I know not
able to her condition; the gar- why, spared the last lines of this
dener's reflexion is better adapted act.
to the state both of his mind and

his timeless end. ] his fortune. Mr. Pofe, who has Timeless for untimely.

I heard



I heard you say, “ Is not my arm of length,
“ That reacheth from the restful English Court
“ As far as Calais to my uncle's head ?"
Amongst much other talk that very time,
I heard you say, “ You rather had refuse,
" The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,
“ Than Bolingbroke return to England; adding,
“ How blest this Land would be in this your Cousin's

66 death.”
Aum. Princes, and noble Lords,
What answer shall I make to this base man ?
Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,
On equal terms to give him chastisement ?
Either I must, or have mine honour foil'd
With the attainder of his Nand'rous lips.
There is my Gage, the manual seal of death,
That marks thee out for hell. Thou liest,
And I'll maintain what thou hast said, is false,
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To ftain the temper of my knightly sword.

Boling. Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up.

Aum. Excepring one, I would he were the best In all this presence that hath mov'd me fo.

Fitzw. If that thy valour stand on fympathies, ' ! - my fair stARS,] I therefore one whom, according rather think it should be stem, to the rules of chivalry, he was be being of the royal blood. not obliged to fight, as a nobler

WARBURTON. life was not to be staked in duel I think the present reading un- against a baser. Fitzwalter then exceptionable. The birth is sup- throws down his gage a pledge posed to be influenced by the of battle, and tells him that if fars, therefore our authour with he stands upon sympathies, that his usual licence takes stars for is, upon equality of blood, the birth.

combat is now offered him by a 9 If that thy valour fard on man of rank not inferiour to his

lymparbies,] Here is a tran- own. Sympathy is an affection inSated sense much harlher than cident at once to two subjects. that of stars explained in the fore. This community of affection imgoing note. Aumerle has chal- plies a likeness or equality of nalenged Bagot with some hesita- ture, and thence our poet transtion, as not being his equal, and ferred the term to equality of blood.


There is my Gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine.
By that fair Sun, that shews me where thou stand'lt,
I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it,
That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death.
If thou deny'ft it, twenty times thou lieft;
And I will turn thy falfhood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.'

Aum. Thou dar’ft not, coward, live to see the day..
Fitzw. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.
Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.

Percy. Aumerle, thou lielt ; his honour is as true,
In this appeal, as thou art all unjust;
And that thou art fo, there I throw my Gage
To prove it on thee, to th' extreamest point
Of mortal breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'st.

ilum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, And never brandilh more revengeful steel Over the glittering helmet of my foe. * Another Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn

And spur thee on with full as many lies
As may be hollow'd in thy treach'rous ear
From sin to fin. Here is my honour's pawn,
Engage it to the trial if thou dar'ft.

sum. Who fets me else ? by heav'n, I'll throw at all. I have a thousand spirits in my breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you.

Surrey. My Lord Fitzwater, I remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk. Fitzw. MyLord, 'tis true ; you were in presence then;

my rapier's point.) was not seen in England till two Shakespeare deferts the manners centuries afterwards. of the age in which his drama is This speech I have restored paced very often, without ne- from the firit edition in humble ceflity or advantage. The edge imitation of former editors, of a sword had served his pur- though, I believe, against the pose as well as the point of a ra mind of the authour. For ibe pier, and he had then escaped earth I suppose we lould read, the impropriety of giving the thy oath. En lo nobles a weapon which


And you can witness with me, this is true.

Surry. As false, by heav'n, as heav'n itself is true.
Fitz. Surry, thou lieft.

Surry. Dishonourable boy,
That Lie shall lye fo heavy on my sword,
That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
Till thou the lie-giver, and that Lie, rest
In earth as quiet, as thy father's scull.
In proof whereof, there is mine honour's

pawn ; Engage it to the tryal, if thou dar'st.

Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse ? If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, 'I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, And spit upon him, whilft I say, he lies, And lies, and lies. There is my bond of faith, To tie thee to my strong correction. As I intend to thrive ? in this new world, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal. Besides I heard the banishid Norfolk say, That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men To execute the noble Duke at Calais.

Aum. Some honest christian trust me with a gage, That Norfolk lies. Here do I throw down this, If he may be repeald, to try his honour.

Boling. These Diff'rences shall all rest under gage, Till Norfolk be repeald ; repeald he shall be, And, though mine enemy, restor'd again To all his Signiories ; when he's return'd, Against Aumerle we will enforce his tryal.

Carl. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. Many a time hath banilh'd Norfolk fought For Jesu Christ, in glorious christian field I dare meet Surrey in a wil 3 In this new world.] In this

der ness.) I dare meet him world where I have jut begun where no Help can be had by me to be an actor. Surrey has, a Against him. So in Macbeth, few Lines above, called him O be alive again,

boy, And dare me to the defert with iky /word,


Streaming the Ensign of the christian Cross,
Against black Pegans, Turks, and Saracens :
Then, toild with works of war, retir'd himself
To Italy, and there at Venice gave
His body to that pleasant Country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain Chrift,
Under whofe Colours he had fought so long.

Boling. Why, Bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Carl. Sure as I live, my lord.

Boling. Sweet peace conduct his soul
To th'bafom of good Abraham!-Lords appealants,
Your diff'rences fhall all rest under gage,
Till we asign you to your days of tryal.


Enter York. York. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard, who with willing soul Adopts thee Heir, and his high Scepter yields To the Poffeffion of thy royal hand. Ascend his Throne, descending now from him, And long live Henry, of that name the Fourth!

Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.

Carl. Marry, heav'n forbid !
Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
* Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
Would God, that any in this noble presence
Were enough noble to be upright judge
Of noble Richard ; then true Nobleness would
Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
What Subject can give Sentence on his King ?
And who lits here, that is not Richard's Subject ?
Thieves are not judg’d, but they are by to hear,
Although apparent Guilt be seen in thein.
A Yet bet bifeeming me 10 the truth.

sprak the truth.) It might But I do not think it is printed be read more grammatically, otherwise than as Sbakespeare Yit beft beseems it me to speak wrote it.


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