Procure your fureties for your days of answer :- [To Carlisle. And little look'd for at your helping hands. Re-enter York, with King Richard. K. Rich. Alack, why am I fent for to a king, To this fubmiffion. Yet I well remember Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand, none. York. To do that office, of thine own good will, The refignation of thy ftate and crown To Henry Bolingbroke. K. Rich. Give me the crown :-Here, coufin, feize the crown; Here, coufin, on this fide, my hand; on that fide, thine. Now is this golden crown like a deep well, That owes two buckets filling one another The other down, unfeen, and full of water: Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. favours]-features. owes]-is furnished with. Boling. Boling. I thought, you had been willing to refign. K. Rich. My crown, I am; but ftill my griefs are mine: You may my glories and my ftate depofe, But not my griefs; still am I king of those. Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your crown. K. Rich. Your cares fet up, do not pluck my cares down. 'My care is-lofs of care, by old care done; Now mark me how I will undo myself : I give this heavy weight from off my head, God fave king Henry, unking'd Richard says, My care is]-My grief is that my regal cares, to which I have been accustomed, arc at an end. Ff3 And And send him many years of fun-fhine days!— North. No more, but that you read These accufations, and these grievous crimes, K. Rich. Muft I do fo? and muft I 'ravel out Would it not fhame thee, in fo fair a troop, And cracking the ftrong warrant of an oath,- And water cannot wash away your fin. North. My lord, difpatch; read o'er these articles. K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot fee; And yet falt-water blinds them not fo much, But they can fee" a fort of traitors here, Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the reft : For I have given here my foul's confent, To undeck the pompous body of a king; Make glory bafe; and fovereignty, a flave; Proud majesty, a fubject; ftate, a peasant. North. My lord, travel out]-untwift, unfold. a fort]-a fet, a company. K. Rich. K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, infulting man, Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, No, not that name was given me at the font,- [To Boling. Boling. Go fome of you, and fetch a looking-glass. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth come. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'ft me ere I come to hell. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland. North. The commons will not then be fatisfy'd. K. Rich. They fhall be fatisfy'd; I'll read enough, When I do fee the very book indeed Where all my fins are writ, and that's-myself. Enter one, with a glass. Give me that glass, and therein will I read.— So many blows blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds?—Oh, flattering glass, Thou doft beguile me!-Was this face the face Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face, W haught]-haughty. Ff 4 And And was at laft out-fac'd by Bolingbroke? A brittle glory shineth in this face : [Dafbes the glafs against the ground. As brittle as the glory, is the face; For there it is, crack'd in an hundred fhivers.- Boling. The fhadow of your forrow hath destroy'd K. Rich. Say that again. The shadow of my forrow? Ha! let's fee :'Tis very true, my grief lies all within; And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unfeen grief, Boling. Name it, fair coufin. K. Rich. Fair coufin? Why, I am greater than a king: For, when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but fubjects; being now a fubject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being fo great, I have no need to beg. Boling. Yet afk, K. Rich. And fhall I have? Boling. You fhall. K. Rich. Whither you will, fo I were from your fights K. Rich, |