DUCH. Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face; His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest ; His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast: He prays but faintly, and would be denied; 100 We pray with heart, and soul, and all beside: His weary joints would gladly rise, I know; Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow: 105 Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have DUCH. Say "pardon," king: let pity teach thee how: 110 The word is short, but not so short as sweet; No word like " 'pardon" for kings' mouth so meet. 115 YORK. Speak it in French, king: say, "pardonnez-moy". DUCH. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, 120 Thine eye begins to speak, set thy tongue there : 125 I do not sue to stand; Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. BOLING. I pardon him, as God shall pardon me. Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again; Twice saying "pardon" doth not pardon twain, BOLING. 130 With all my heart BOLING. But for our trusty brother-in-law, and the abbot, With all the rest of that consorted crew, Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels. Good uncle, help to order several powers 135 To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are: But I will have them, if I once know where. Your mother well hath prayed, and prove you true. SCENE IV. The same. [Exeunt. 140 Enter EXTON and a Servant. EXTON. Didst thou not mark the king, what words he spake ? "Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?" Was it not so? SERV. Those were his very words. EXTON. "Have I no friend?" quoth he: he spake it twice, And urged it twice together; did he not? SERV. He did. EXTON. And speaking it, he wistly looked on me; SCENE V. Pomfret. The dungeon of the Castle. K. RICH. I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : 5 10 [Exeunt. I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My soul, in union with my brain, shall bear And these same thoughts people this little world, As thus, 66 66 Come, little ones," and then again, It is as hard to come as for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye". 5 10 15 Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is 20 25 30 35 [Music. 40 45 For now hath time made me his numbering clock : My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar 50 Their watches on unto mine eyes,-the outward watch, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sounds that tell what hour it is Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart, 55 60 In me it seems it will make wise men mad. GROOM. Hail, royal prince! K. RICH. 65 That brings me food to make misfortune live? 70 GROOM. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, To look upon my sometime royal master's face. O, how it yearned my heart, when I beheld 75 That horse that I so carefully have dressed! K. RICH. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him? 80 GROOM. So proudly as if he disdained the ground. 85 That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; 90 Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse; And yet I bear a burthen like an ass, Spurr'd, gall'd, and tired by jauncing Bolingbroke. Enter Keeper, with a dish. KEEP. [To the Groom.] Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. 95 [Exit. KEEP. My lord, will't please you to fall to? Who lately came from the king, commands the contrary. 100 [Beats the Keeper. K. RICH. The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. KEEP. Help! help!! help!!! Enter EXTON, and Servants, armed. K. RICH. How now! what means death in this rude assault? Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's instrument. [Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [He kills another, then ExTON strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. 105 110 [Dies. 115 [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Windsor. A room in the Castle. Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE and YORK, with Lords and Attendants. BOLING. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consumed with fire Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire; But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. Welcome, my lord: what is the news? NORTH. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent: At large discourséd in this paper here. 5 [Presenting a paper. 10 BOLING. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Enter FITZWATER. FITZ. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, |