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Uncle, give me your hand : nay, dry your eyes: | Give some supportance to the bending twigs.-
The noisome weeds that without profit suck
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. K. Rich. Then I must not say no.
1st Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a [Flourish. Exeunt.
Shewing, as in a model, our firm estate, Scene IV.-Langley. The Duke of York's When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Garden.
Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers choked up,
Her fruit-trees all unpruned, her hedges ruined, Enter the Queen and two Ladies.
Her knots disordered, and her wholesome herbs Queen. What sport shall we devise here in Swarming with caterpillars ? this garden,
Gard. Hold thy peace: To drive away the heavy thought of care? He that hath suffered this disordered spring
1st Lady. Madam, we 'll play at bowls. Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: Queen. 'T will make me think
The weeds that his broad-spreading leaves did The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune
shelter, Runs 'gainst the bias.
That seemed in eating him to hold him up, 1st Lady. Madam, we will dance. Are plucked up, root and all, by Bolingbroke:
Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: 1st Serv. What, are they dead? Therefore no dancing, girl: some other sport. Gard. They are; and Bolingbroke 1st Lady. Madam, we 'll tell tales.
Hath seized the wasteful King.- what pity is it Queen. Of sorrow or of joy?
That he had not so trimmed and dressed his land 1st Lady. Of either, madam.
As we this garden! We at time of year Queen. Of neither, girl :
Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees, For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood, It doth remember me the more of sorrow : With too much riches it confound itself: Or if of grief, being altogether liad,
Had he done so to great and growing men, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
They might have lived to bear, and he to taste For what I have I need not to repeat;
Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches And what I want it boots not to complain. We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: 1st Lady. Madam, I 'll sing.
Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Queen. "T is well that thou hast cause: | Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down. But thou shouldst please me better wouldst thou 1st Serv. What, think you, then, the King weep.
shall be deposed ? 1st Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do Gard. Depressed he is already; and deposed you good.
'Tis doubt he will be. Letters came last night Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's, me good,
That tell black tidings. And never borrow any tear of thee.
Queen. O, I am pressed to death But stay, here come the gardeners :
Through want of speaking !—Thou old Adam's Let's step into the shadow of these trees.
likeness, (coming from her concealment.
Set to dress this garden, how dares
Thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news! My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee They 'll talk of state : for every one doth so To make a second fall of curséd man? Against a change: woe is forerun with woe. | Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed ?
[Queen and Ladies retire. | Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth, Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks, | Divine his downfall? Say where, when, and how, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Cam'st thou by these ill-tidings ? Speak, thou Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: 1 wretch.
Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I | Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go,
What, was I born to this! that my sad look
[Exeunt Queen and Ladies Besides himself, are all the English peers,
Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state night be And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
no worse, Post you to London, and you 'll find it so: I would my skill were subject to thy curse.I speak no more than every one doth know. Here did she drop a tear: here in this place
Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace.-
ACT XV. ScexE I.— London. Westminster Hall. The | There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
Lords Spiritual on the right of the throne ; the That marks thee out for hell: I say thou liest, Lords Temporal on the left; the Commons And will maintain what thou hast said is false, below.
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To stain the temper of my knightly sword. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTH-| Boling. Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up.
UMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, another Lord, Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best BISHOP OF CARLISLE, ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER,
In all this presence that hath moved me so. and Attendants. Officers behind with Bagot.
Frtz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, Boling. Call forth Bagot.
There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind:
By that fair sun that shews me where thou stand'st, What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, Who wrought it with the King, and who performed That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. The bloody office of his timeless end.
If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest : Bagot. Then set before my face the lord | And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Aumerle.
Where it was forgéd, with my rapier's point. Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon Aum. Thou dar’st not, coward, live to see that man.
that day. Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Scorns to unsay what once it hath delivered. Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damned to hell for this. In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted, Percy. Aumerle, thou liest: his honour is as true I heard you say, “ Is not my arm of length, In this appeal as thou art all unjust. That reacheth from the restful English court And that thou art so, there I throw my gage As far as Calais, to my uncle's head ?"
To prove it on thee to the extremest point Amongst much other talk, that very time
Of mortal breathing: seize it if thou dar'st. I heard you say that you had rather refuse
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,
And never brandish more revengeful steel Than Bolingbroke's return to England:
Over the glittering helmet of my foe! [Aumerle; Adding withal, how blest this land would be
Lord. I task the earth to the like, forsworn In this your cousin's death.
And spur thee on with full as many lies Aum. Princes and noble lords,
As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear What answer shall I make to this base man? From sun to sun. There is my honour's pawn : Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars
Engage it to the trial if thou dar'st. On equal terms to give him chastisement?
Aum. Who sets me else? By heaven, I'll throw Either I must, or have mine honour soiled
I have a thousand spirits in one breast, [at all : With the attainder of his slanderous lips. To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well | Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
To the possession of thy royal hand. Fitz. My lord, 't is true : you were in presence Ascend his throne, descending now from him: then ;
And long live Henry, of that name the fourth ! And you can witness with me this is true.
Boling. In God's name, I 'll ascend the regal Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself
Car. Marry, God forbid !Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.
Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Surrey. Dishonourable boy!
Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,
Would God that any in this noble presence That it shall render vengeance and revenge Were enough noble to be upright judge Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie
Of noble Richard! then true nobleness would In earth as quiet as thy father's skull.
Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. In proof whereof there is my honour's pawn: What subject can give sentence on his king? Engage it to the trial if thou dar'st.
And who sits here that is not Richard's subject? Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear, If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, Although apparent guilt be seen in them. I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
And shall the figure of God's majesty,
His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Be judged by subject and inferior breath, As I intend to thrive in this new world,
And he himself not present ?-O forbid it, God, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal.
That in a Christian climate souls refined Besides, I heard the banished Norfolk say
Should shew so heinous, black, obscene a deed! That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men I speak to subjects; and a subject speaks, To execute the noble duke at Calais.
Stirred up by heaven, thus boldly for his king. Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, That Norfolk lies :-here do I throw down this, Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king: If he may be repealed to try his honour.
And if you crown him, let me prophesy, Boling. These differences shall all rest under The blood of English shall manure the ground, gage
And future ages groan for this foul act: Till Norfolk be repealed. Repealed he shall be, Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels; And, though mine enemy, restored again
And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars To all his land and signiories: when he's returned, Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind, confound: Against Aumerle we will enforce this trial. Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,
Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. Shall here inhabit, and this land be called Many a time hath banished Norfolk fought The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls. For Jesu Christ : in glorious Christian field O, if you rear this house against this house, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, It will the wofullest division prove Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens : That ever fell upon this curséd earth : And, toiled with works of war, retired himself Prevent, resist it, let it not be so, To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
Lest child, child's children, cry against youHis body to that pleasant country's earth,
"woe!" And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ,
North. Well have you argued, sir; and, for Under whose colours he had fought so long.
your pains, Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? Of capital treason we arrest you here: Car. As sure as I live, my lord.
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to To keep him safely till his day of trial.the bosom
May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' Of good old Abraham !—Lords appellants,
suit? Your differences shall all rest under gage
Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common Till we assign you to your days of trial.
He may surrender: so we shall proceed
Procure your sureties for your days of answer.
Little are we beholden to your love, [ To CARLISLE. With mine own hands I give away my crown, And little looked for at your helping hands. With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duteous oaths : Re-enter YORK, with King RICHARD, and Officers
All pomp and majesty I do forswear; bearing the crown, &c.
My manors, rents, revenues, I forego; K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny: Before I have shook off the regal thougats God pardon all oaths that are broke to me: Wherewith I reigned? I hardly yet have learned God keep all vows unbroke are made to thee! To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee: Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved; Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me
And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved ! To this submission. Yet I well remember Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit, The favours of these men : were they not mine? And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit ! Did they not sometimes cry "all hail!” to me? God save King Henry, unkinged Richard says, So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, And send him many years of sunshine days!Found truth in all but one: I, in twelve thousand, What more remains ? none.
North. No more but that you read God save the King !-Will no one say Amen?
[Offering a paper. Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. These accusations and these grievous crimes God save the King! although I be not he: Committed by your person and your followers, And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me. Against the state and profit of this land : To do what service am I sent for hither? That, by confessing them, the souls of men
York. To do that office, of thine own good will, May deem that you are worthily deposed. Which tiréd majesty did make thee offer:
K. Rich. Must I do so; and must I ravel out The resignation of thy state and crown
My weaved-up follies? Gentle Northumberland, To Henry Bolingbroke.
If thy offences were upon record, K. Rich. Give me the crown.-Here, cousin, Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop seize the crown:
To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst, Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, thine. There shouldst thou find one heinous article Now is this golden crown like a deep well, (Containing the deposing of a king, That owes two buckets filling one another; And cracking the strong warrant of an oath) The emptier ever dancing in the air,
Marked with a blot, damned in the book o' heaven. The other down, unseen, and full of water: Nay, all of you that stand and look upon me That bucket down and full of tears am I,
Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Boling. I thought you had been willing to Shewing an outward pity; yet you Pilates resign.
Have here delivered me to my sour cross, K. Rich. My crown I am; but still my griefs And water cannot wash away your sin. are mine.
North. My lord, despatch : read o'er these You may my glories and my state depose,
articles. But not my griefs: still am I king of those.
K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot Boling. Part of your cares you give me with
see: your crown.
And yet salt water blinds them not so much K. Rich. Your cares set up do not pluck my But they can see a sort of traitors here. cares down.
Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown? Proud majesty a subject; state a peasant.
K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, inTherefore no “no,” for I resign to thee.
sulting man, Now mark me how I will undo myself:
Nor no man's lord : I have no name, no title I give this heavy weight from off my head, (No, not that name was given me at the font) And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand; But 't is usurped.—Alack the heavy day, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart : That I have worn so many winters out, With mine own tears I wash away my balm, | And know not now what name to call myself I
O, that I were a mockery king of snow,
There lies the substance :—and I thank thee, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, To melt myself away in water-drops ! —
For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st Good king, great king (and yet not greatly good), Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way An if my word be sterling yet in England, How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, Let it command a mirror hither straight;
And then be gone and trouble you no more. That it may slew me what a face I have
Shall I obtain it? Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
Boling. Name it, fair cousin. Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking- K. Rich. Fair cousin! Why, I am greater glass. [Exit an Attendant.
than a king : North. Read o'er this paper while the glass For when I was a king my flatterers doth come.
Were then but subjects; being now a subject, K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I I have a king here to my flatterer. come to hell.
Being so great, I have no need to beg. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northum Boling. Yet ask. berland.
K. Rich. And shall I have ? North. The commons will not then be satisfied. Boling. You shall.
K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. When I do see the very book indeed
Boling. Whither? Where all my sins are writ; and that's myself. K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from
your sights. Re-enter Attendant, with a glass.
Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the Give me that glass, and therein will I read.
Tower. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck K. Rich. O good! Convey ?-Conveyers are So many blows upon this face of mine,
you all, And made no deeper wounds?-O flattering glass, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. Like to my followers in prosperity,
[Exeunt King RICHARD, some Lords, and Thou dost beguile me!-Was this face the face
a Guard. That every day under his household roof
Boling. On Wednesday next we solemnly set Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face
down That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? | Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves, Was this the face that faced so many follies,
[Exeunt all but the Abbot, Biskop OF And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?
CARLISLE, and AUMERLE. A brittle glory shineth in this face:
Abbot. A woful pageant have we here bebeld! As brittle as the glory is the face;
Car. The woe's to come : the children yet [Dashes the glass against the ground. unborn For there it is, cracked in a hundred shivers. Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,
Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face. | To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, destroyed
You shall not only take the sacrament The shadow of your face.
To bury mine intents, but to effect K. Rich. Say that again.
Whatever I shall happen to devise. The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see : I see your brows are full of discontent, 'Tis very true: my grief lies all within,
Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears : And these external manners of lament
Come home with me to supper: I will lay Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
A plot shall shew us all a merry day. That swells with silence in the tortured soul :