Till they have fretted us a pair of graves Within the earth; and, therein laid-" There lies Two kinsmen, digged 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, NORTH. My Lord, in the base court he doth attend K RICH. Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon, In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, BOLING. What says his majesty ? 170 175 180 [Exeunt from above. Sorrow and grief of heart 185 Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man : Yet he is come. Enter KING RICHARD, and his Attendants, below. My gracious lord,— [Kneeling. K. RICH. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, To make the base earth proud with kissing it: 190 Me rather had my heart might feel your love, Thus high at least [touching his own head], although your knee be BOLING. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. As my true service shall deserve your love. 195 K. RICH. Well you deserve: they well deserve to have That know the strong'st and surest way to get. 200 [To YORK.] Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes; Tears show their love, but want their remedies. Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir, Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies. QUEEN. What sport shall we devise here in this garden, 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 rubs, 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; some other sport. LADY. Madam, we'll tell tales. QUEEN. LADY. Of either, madam. For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy : And never borrow any tear of thee. But stay, here come the gardeners : Let's step into the shadow of these trees. Enter a Gardener and two Servants. My wretchedness unto a row of pins, [QUEEN and Ladies retire, 15 20 25 GARD. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricots, The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. SERV. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, GARD. Hold thy peace: He that hath suffered this disordered spring The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, They are; and Bolingbroke As we this garden! We at time of year Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees, 30 35 40 45 50 55 60 Which waste, and idle hours, hath quite thrown down. 65 SERV. What, think you then the king shall be deposed? GARD. Depressed he is already; and deposed, 'Tis doubt, he will be letters came last night To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's, 70 QUEEN. O, I am pressed to death through want of speaking!— [Coming forward. Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden, To make a second fall of curséd man? 75 Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed? Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth, 80 Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd: In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, And some few vanities that make him light; 85 And with that odds he weighs King Richard down. I speak no more than every one doth know. 90 And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st To serve me last, that I may longest keep Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go, Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow. 95 100 [Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies. GARD. Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, I would my skill were subject to thy curse. 105 [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. London. Westminster Hall. The Lords spiritual on the right side of the throne; the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, another Lord, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, the ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER, and Attendants. Officers behind with BAGOT. BOLING. Call forth Bagot. [Officers bring BAGOT to the Bar. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind. BAGOT. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle. That reacheth from the restful English court As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?" AUM. Princes, and noble lords, BOLING. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. 5 10 15 20 25 30 |