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Sal. Ah, Richard ! with the eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory, like a shooting star, Fall to the base earth from the firmament! Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest. Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes ; And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. [Exit.
Enter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY,
Willoughby, Ross. Officers behind, with Bushy and GREEN, prisoners.
Boling. Bring forth these men.Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls (Since presently your souls must part your bodies) With too much urging your pernicious lives, For 'twere no charity ; yet, to wash your blood From off my hands, here, in the view of men, I will unfold some causes of your deaths. You have misled a prince, a royal king, A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, By you unhappied and disfigured clean. You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; Broke the possession of a royal bed, 2 And stained the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs. Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth,
1 i. e. quite, completely.
2 There seems to be no authority for this. Isabel, Richard's second queen, was but nine years old at this period; his first queen, Anne, died in 1392, and he was very fond of her.
Near to the king in blood, and near in love,
Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me, Than Bolingbroke to England.—Lords, farewell. Green. My comfort is,—that Heaven will take our
souls, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them de
York. A gentleman of mine I have despatched With letters of your love to her at large.
Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.—Come, lords, away, To fight with Glendower and his complices; Awhile to work, and, after, holiday.
[Exeunt, 3 SCENE II. The Coast of Wales. A Castle in view.
i To dispark signifies to divest a park of its name and character, by destroying the inclosures, and the vert (or whatever bears green leaves, whether wood or underwood), and the beasts of the chase therein; laying it open.
2 The impress was a device, or motto.
3 Johnson says, “ here may be properly inserted the last scene of the second act.”
Flourish : drums and trumpets.
Enter King RICHARD, Bishop of Carlisle, AUMERLE,
and Soldiers. K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand ?
Aum. Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air, After your late tossing on the breaking seas ?
K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep for joy,
This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones
1 The quarto of 1597 reads they.
And we will not, Heaven's offer we refuse ;
Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss ;
K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not, That when the searching eye of heaven is hid Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen, In murders, and in outrage, bloody here; But when, from under this terrestrial ball, He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, And darts his light through every guilty hole, Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, The cloak of night being plucked from off their backs, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves ? So when this thief, this traitor Boling broke, Who all this while hath revelled in the night, Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,Shall see us rising in our throne the east, His treasons will sit blushing in his face, Not able to endure the sight of day; But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin. Not all the water in the rough, rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king. The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord; For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed, To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay A glorious angel : then, if angels fight, Weak men must fall; for Heaven still guards the right.
Sal. Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, Than this weak arm. Discomfort guides my tongue,
i The old copies read “ that lights,” &c. The alteration was made by Johnson.
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
pale ? K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand
men Did triumph in my face, and they are fled ; And, till so much blood thither come again,
Have I not reason to look pale and dead ? All souls that will be safe, fly from my side; For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.
K. Rich. I had forgot myself. Am I not king ?
K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepared; The worst is worldly loss, thou canst unfold. Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care! And what loss is it, to be rid of care ? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Greater he shall not be; if he serve God,
| The first quarto reads “ coward majesty.”