For I have given here my soul's consent 250 NORTH. My lord K. RICH. No lord of thine, thou haught, insulting man, Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, 255 No, not that name was given me at the font, Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good, Let it command a mirror hither straight, BOLING. Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass. [Exit an Attendant. NORTH. Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come. K. RICH. They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Re-enter Attendant with a glass. 260 265 270 Give me that glass, and therein will I read.— 275 No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face 280 That every day under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men? Was this face the face That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Was this the face that faced so many follies, And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke? [Dashes the glass against the ground. 285 For there it is, crack'd in an hundred shivers. There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, 290 295 300 K. RICH. "Fair cousin?" I am greater than a king: BOLING. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. K. RICH. Whither you will, so I were from your sights. [Exeunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, and a Guard. [Exeunt all but the ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, and AUMERLE. 315 ABBOT. A woful pageant have we here beheld. 320 CAR. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. AUM. You holy clergyman, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? ABBOT. My lord, before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the sacrament 325 To bury mine intents, but to effect Whatever I shall happen to devise. I see your brows are full of discontent, Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears: A plot shall show us all a merry day. 330 [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. London. A street leading to the Tower. Enter QUEEN and Ladies. QUEEN. This way the king will come; this is the way To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower, To whose flint bosom my condemnéd lord Is doomed a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke: Enter KING RICHARD and Guards. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears. 5 10 15 K. RICH. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, To think our former state a happy dream; Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet, 20 To grim Necessity; and he and I Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, 25 QUEEN. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind Transformed and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke deposed And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage 30 To be o'erpowered; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod, Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? K. RICH. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. 35 Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France: Think I am dead, and that even here thou takest, As from my deathbed, thy last living leave. In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire 40 With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woful ages long ago betid: And ere thou bid good-night, to quit their griefs, And send the hearers weeping to their beds: 45 For why, the senseless brands will sympathise And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, and others. NORTH. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed; You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; 50 With all swift speed you must away to France. K. RICH. Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal 55 The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, More than it is, ere foul sin gathering head Shall break into corruption. Thou shalt think, Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, 60 It is too little, helping him to all; And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way NORTH. My guilt be on my head, and there an end. Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith. 70 K. RICH. Doubly divorced? Bad men, you violate A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me, Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me; 75 And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of day. 80 QUEEN. And must we be divided? must we part? K. RICH. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. QUEEN. Banish us both, and send the king with me. NORTH. That were some love, but little policy. QUEEN. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. 85 K. RICH. So two, together weeping, make one woe. Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans. QUEEN. So longest way shall have the longest moans. 90 K. RICH. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief; One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; 95 Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. [They kiss. QUEEN. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part, To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. That I may strive to kill it with a groan. [They kiss again. K. RICH. We make woe wanton with this fond delay; Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say. SCENE II. A room in the DUKE OF YORK's Palace. Enter YORK and his DUCHESS. DUCH. My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off Of our two cousins coming into London. YORK. Where did I leave? At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgoverned hands, from windows' tops Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, [Exeunt. 100 5 10 |