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Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, That laid the sentence of dread banishment
As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth

On yon proud man, should take it off again
Controlling majesty! Alack, alack, for woe, With words of sooth! O, that I were as great,
That any harm should stain so fair a show! As is my grief, or lesser, than my name!
K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have we Or that I could forget, what I have been!

Or not remember, what I must be now ! To watch the fearful bending of thy knee. Swell'st thou,proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat,

[To Northumberland. Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. Because we thought ourself thy lawful king : Aum. Northumberland comes back from BolingAnd if we be, how dare thy joints forget

broke. To pay their awful duty to our presence?

K. Rich, What must the king do now? Must he If we be not, show us the hand of God,

That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship! The king shall do it. Must he be depos’d?
For well we know, no hand of blood and bone The king shall be contented. Must he lose
Can gripe the sacred handle of our scepter, The name of king? o'God's name, let it go!
Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.

I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads;
And though you think, that all, as you have done, My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage;
Have torn their souls, by turning them from us, My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;
And we are barren, and bereft of friends;

My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood ; Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,

My scepter, for a palmer's walking-staff'; Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behalf,

My subjects, for a pair of carved saints ; Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike And my large kingdom, for a little grave, Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,

A little little grave, an obscure grave :That lift your vassal hands against my head, Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, And thread the glory of my precious crown. Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet Tell Bolingbroke, ( for yond, methinks, he is,) May hourly trample on their sovereign's head: That every stride, he makes upon my land, For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; Is dangerous treason. He is come to ope

And, buried once, why not apon my head? -The purple testament of bleeding war;

Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin! But ere the crown, he looks for, live in peace, We'll make foul weather with despised tears ; Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, Shall ill become the flower of England's face, And make a dearth in this revolting land. Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, To scarlet indignation, and bedew

And make some pretty match with shedding tears? Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. As thus: to drop them still upon one place,

North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the king Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
Should so with civil and uncivil arms

Within the earth, and, therein laid, — Therein lies
Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, Two kinsmen, digg’d their graves with weeping
Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand, eyes?
And by the honourable tomb he swears,

Would not this ill do well ?— Well, well, I see,

I That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones, I talk bud idly, and you mock at me. -And by the royalties of both your bloods, Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, Currents, that spring from one most gracious head, What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,

Give Richard leave to live, till Richard die? And by the worth and honour of himself,

You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says - ay. Comprising all, that may be sworn or said:

North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend His coming hither hath no further scope,

Tospeak with you ; may't please you to come down? Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg

K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering Enfranchisement immediate on his knees.

Phaeton, Which on thy royal party granted once,

Wanting the manage of unruly jades. His glittering arms he will commend to rust,

[Vorth, retires to Boling. His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart

In the base court ? Base court, where kings grow base, To faithful service of your majesty..

To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. This swears he, as he is a prince, is just :

In the base court? Come down? Down court! down And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.

king! K. Rich. Northumberland, say, thus the king For pight-owls shriek, where mounting larks should returns: -


[Exeunt, from above. His noble cousin is right welcome hither,

Boling. What says his majesty ?
And all the number of his fair demands

North. Sorrow and grief of heart
Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction. Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man:
With all the gracious utterance thou hast,

Yet he is come.
Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends ! Enter King RICHARD, and his Attendants, below.
We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not,

Boling. Stand all a part,

(To Aumerle. And show fair duty to his majesty !To look so poorly, and to speak so fair?

My gracious lord,

[Kneeling. Shall we call back Northumberland, and send K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, Defiance to the traitor, and so die?

To make the base earth proud with kissing it : Aum. No, good my lord ; let's fight with gentle Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, words,

Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy. Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, swords,

Thus high at least, (touching his own head. ) alK. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this tongue of

though your knee be low. mine,

Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.

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K. Rich. Your own is yours and I am yours, and all. Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf.
Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, The weeds,that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter,
As my true service shall deserve your love. That seem’d, in eating him, to hold him up,
K. Rich. Well you deserve. They well deserve Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke;
to have,

I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
That know the strong'st and surest way to get.- 1 Serv. What, are they dead?
Uncle, give me your hand! nay, dry your eyes, Gard. They are, and Bolingbroke
Tears show their love, but want their remedies. Hath seiz'd the wasteful king :-Oh! What pity is it,
Cousiu, I am too young to be your father,

That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land,
Though you are old enough to be my heir. As we this garden! We at time of year
What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees,
For do we must, what force will have us do.-- Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood,
Set on towards London, Cousin, is it so? With too much riches it confound itself.
Boling. Yea, my good lord.

Had he done so to great and growing men,
K. Rich. Then I must not say, no. (Flourish. Exeunt. They might have lived to bear, and he to taste
SCENE IV.-Langley. The Duke of York's Garden. Their fruits of duty. All superfluons branches

Enter the Queen, and two Ladies. We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.
Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,

Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
To drive away the heavy thought of care?

1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be
1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.

Queen, 'Twill make me think,

Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd,
The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune 'Tis doubt, he will be. Letters came last night
Runs 'gainst the bias.

To a dear friend of the good duke of York's,
1 Lady. Madam, we will dance.

That tell black tidings.
Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, Queen. O, I am press’d to death,
When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief : Through want of speaking! – Thou, old Adam's
Therefore, no dancing, girl ; some other sport!

likeness, Coming from her concealment.
1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.

Set to dress this garden, how dares
Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy?

Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?
1 Lady. Of either, madam.

What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee
Queen. Of neither, girl!

To make a second fall of cursed man?
For if of joy, being altogether wanting,

Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos’d?
It doth remember me the more of sorrow;

Dar'st thou, thou little better thing, than earth,
Or if of grief, being altogether had,

Divine his downfal ? Say, where, when, and how,
It adds more sorrow to my want of joy.

Cam’st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thouwretch !
For what I have, I need not to repeat,

Gard. Pardon me, madam ! little joy have I,
And what I want, it boots not to complain. To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true.
1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

King Richard, he is in the mighty hola
Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause;

of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh’d.
But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,

And some few vanities, that make him light;
1 Lady.I could weep, madam, wouldit do you good. But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
Queen.And I could weep,would weeping do me good, Besides himself, are all the English peers,
And never borrow any tear of thee.

And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
But stay, here come the gardeners :

Post you to London, and you'll find it so;
Let's step into the shadow of these trees!

I speak no more, than every one doth know.
Enter a Gardener, and two Servants. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,
My wretchedness unto a row of pins,

Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
They'll talk of state; for every one doth so And am I last, that knows it? O, thou think'st
Against a change. Woe is forerun with woe. To serve me last, that I may longest keep

[Queen and Ladies retire. Thy sorrow in my breast.--Come, ladies, go,
Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks, To meet at London London's king in woe!
Which, like unruly children, make their sire What, was I born to this ? that my sad look
Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight! Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke? -
Give some supportance to the bending twigs !-- Gardener, for telling me this news of woe,
Go thou, and like an executioner,

I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow.
Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays,

[Exeunt Oileen and Ladies.
That look too lofty in the commonwealth!

Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be po
All must be even in our government.

You thus employ'd, I will go root away

I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.
The noisome weeds, that without profit suck Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place,
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace:
1 Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,
Keep law, and form, and due proportion,

In the remembrance of a weeping queen. [Exeunt.
Showing, as in a model, our firm estate?
When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,
Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers chok'd up,

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ller fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, SCENE I. - London. IVestminster Hall.
Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs The Lords spiritual on the right side of the throne;
Swarming with caterpillars ?

the Lords temporal

on the left; the Coinmons below. Gard. Hold thy peace!

Enter BolingBroke, Aumente, Surrey, NOTHUMBERHe, that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, LAND,

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shop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, and| In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
Attendants. Officers behind, with Bagot. Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st!
Boling. Call forth Bagot! -

Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse ! Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind,

If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death, I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
Who wrought it with the king, and who perform’d And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,
The bloody office of his timeless end !

And lies, and lies. There is my bond of faith,
Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. To tie thee to my strong correction..

Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man ! As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know, your daring tongue Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal.
Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say,
In that dead time, when Gloster's death was plotted, That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men,
I heard you say: Is not my arm of length,

To execute the noble duke at Calais. That reacheth from the restful English court Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage, As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?

That Norfolk lies! here do I throw down this, Amongst much other talk, that very time,

If he may be repueal'd to try his honour. I heard you say, that you had rather refuse Boling. These differences shall all rest under gage, The offer of an hundred thousand crowns, Till Norfolk be repeald: repeal'd he shall be, Than Bolingbroke's return to England ;

And, though mine enemy, restor'd again
Adding withal, how blest this land would be, To all his land and signories; when he's return'd,
In this your cousin's death.

Against Aumerle we will enforce this trial.
Aum. Princes, and noble lords,

Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.-
What answer shall I make to this base man? Many a time hath banísh'd Norfolk fought
Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,

For Jesu Christ, in glorious Christian field On equal terms to give him chastisement ? Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd

Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens, With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.

And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself There is my gage, the manual seal of death, To Italy, and there, at Venice, gave That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, His body to that pleasant country's earth, And will maintain, what thou hast said is false, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, In thy heart-blood, thou being all too base

Under whose colours he had fought so long. To stain the temper of my knightly sword.

Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. Car. As sure as I live, my lord.

Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the
In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.

Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, Of good old Abraham! - Lords appellants,
There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine. Your differences shall all rest under gage,
By that fair sun, that shows me where thou stand'st, Till we assign you to your days of trial.
I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it,

Enter YORK, attended.
That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest, From plume-pluck'd Richard, who with willing soul
And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. To the possession of thy royal hand.
Aum. Thou dar’sť not, coward, live to see that day. Ascend his throne, descending now from him,
Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would, it were this hour. And long live Henry, of that name the fourth !
Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this. Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.
Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true, Car. Marry, God forbid !
In this appeal, as thou art all unjust.

Worst in this royal presence may, I speak,

And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
To prove it on thee, to the extremest point Would God, that any in this noble presence
of mortal breathing. Seize it, if thou dar’st! Were enough noble, to be upright judge

Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot oft, Of noble Richard ! then true nobless would
And never brandish more revengeful steel

Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

What subject can give sentence on his king? Lord. I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle: And who sits here that is not Richard's subject? And spur thee on with full as many lies,

Thieves are not judg’d, but they are by to hea As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear

Although apparent guilt be seen in them. From sun to sun. There is my


pawn ; And shall the figure of God's majesty, Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st!

His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all. Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
I have a thousand spirits in one breast,

Be judg’d by subject and inferior breath,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.

And he himself not present? O, forbid it, God,
Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd
The very time, Aumerle and you did talk. Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence then; I speak to subjects, and a 'subject speaks,
you can witness with me, this is true.

Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king.
Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true. My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
Fitz. Surrey, thou liest!

Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king : Surrey. Dishonourable boy!

And if you crown him, let me prophesy, -
That lie shall lye so heavy on my sword,

The blood of English shall manure the ground,
That it shall render vengeance and revenge, And future ages groan for this foul act;
Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lye Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
In earth as quiet, as thy father's scull.

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Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound; With mine own hands I give away my crown,
Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,

Shall liere inhabit, and this land be call'd
With mine own breath release all duteous oaths.

Nodee The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls. All pomp and majesty I do forswear;

So mas O, if you rear this house against this house, My manors, rents, and revenues, I forego; It will the woefullest division prove,

Like to My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny: That ever fell upon this cursed earth.

God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe! Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd;

Did ke

North. Well have you argu'd, sir; and, for your pains, And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd!,
Of capital treason we arrest you here.

Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge,
And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit!

And we
To keep him safely till his day of trial.---
God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says,

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As brit May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit. And send him many years of sunshine days!-Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view What more remains ?

Perth He may surrender; so we shall proceed

Norih.No more, but that you read (Offering a paper.
Without suspicion.
These accusations, and these grievous crimes,

Forsi York. I will be his conduct. [Exit. Committed by your person, and your followers,

Boli Boling. Lords, you that are here under our arrest, Against the state and profit of this land; Procure your sureties for your days of answer! – That, by confessing them, the souls of men Little are we beholden to your love, [To Carlisle. May deem, that you are worthily depos’d.

The si And little look'd for at your helping hands.

K. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel out Re-enter YORK, with King Richard, and Officers My weav’d-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland,

Andt bearing the crown, etc.

If thy offences were upon record,
K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop,

Before I have shook off the regal thoughts,
To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st,

Ther Wherewith I reign’d? I hardly yet have learn'd There should'st thou find one heinous article,

Fort To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee: Containing the deposing of a king, Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,

How To this submission ! Yet I well remember Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:

And The favours of these men: were they not mine? Nav, all of you, that stand and look upon me,

Shal Did they not sometime cry, All hail! to me? Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, -

Bo So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,

Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand, Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates

To Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,

11 God save the king !- Will no man say amen?

And water cannot wash away your sin.
Am I both priest and clerk? well then, ameu!
North. My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles !

Bei God save the king! although I be not he;

K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:
Aud yet, amen, if heaven do think him me. -
And yet salt water blinds them not so much,

K To do what service am I sent for hither?

But they can see a sort of traitors here. York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

K. Which tired majesty did make thee offer: I find myself a traitor with the rest;

Bc The resignation of thy state and crown For I have given here my soul's consent,

K. To Henry Bolingbroke.

To undeck the pompous body of a king,
K. Rich. Give me the crown! – Here, cousin, seize Make glory base and sovereignty a slave,
the crown!
Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.

X. Here, on this side, my hand, on that side, thine! North. My lord,

Tha Now is this golden crown like a deep well,

K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insulting That owes two buckets filling one another;

man, The emptier ever dancing in the air,

Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, The other down, unseen, and full of water:

No, not that name was given me at the font,
The bucket down, and full of tears, am I,

But 'tis usurp'd. — Alack the heavy day,
Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. That I have worn so many winters out,
Boling. I thought, you had been willing to resign. And know not now, what name to call myself!
K.Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs are mine. o, that I were a mockery king of snow,
You may my glories and my state depose,

Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

To melt myself away in water-drops!
Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your Good king; -great king,-(and yet not greatly good,

An if my word be sterling yet in England, K. Rich. Your cares, set up, do not pluck my cares Letit command a mirror hither straight; down.

That I may show me what a face I have, My care is loss of care, by old care done;

Since it is bankrupt of his majesty. Your careis gain of care, by new care won:

Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking-glass! The cares I give, I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth

come! Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown? K. Rich. Ay, no ;

no, ay: -- for I must nothing be; K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come to Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.

hell. Now mark me, how I will undo myself!

Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland! I give this heavy weight from off my head,

North. The commons will not then be satisfied. And this unwieldy scepter from my hand,

K. Rich. They shall be satisfied ; I'll read enough,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.

When I do see the very book indeed,
With mine own tears I wash away my balm, Where all my sins are writ, and that's-myself.


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(Exit am Attendunt.

Re-enter Attendant, with a glass. To whose flint bosom my condemned lord
Give me that glass, and therein will I read. -

Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke.
No deeper wriukles yet? Hath sorrow struck Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
So many blows upon this face of mine,

Have any resting for her true king's queen,
And made no deeper wounds ? — 0, flattering glass,

Enter King RICHARD, and Guards. Like to my followers in prosperity,

But soft, but see, or rather do not see, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face, My fair rose wither! Yet look up! behold, That every day under his household roof

That you in pity may dissolve to dew, Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears. That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Ah, thou, the mode), where old Troy did stand! Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies,

Thou map of honour! thou king Richard's tomb, And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke?

And not king Richard! thou most beauteousinn, A brittle glory shineth in this face:

Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee, As brittle as the glory is the face;

When triumph is become an alehouse guest ? [Đashes the glass against the ground. K.Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. — To make my end too sudden! Learn, good soul, Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,

To think our former state a happy dream, How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.

From which awak'd, the truth of what we are Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd Shows us but this : I am sworn brother, sweet, The shadow of your face.

To grim necessity; and he and I K. Rich. Say that again!

Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, The shadow of'my sorrow? Ha! let's see:

And cloister thee in some religious house! 'Tis very true, my grieflies all within,

Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, And these external manners of lament

Which our profane hours here have stricken down. Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,

Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul.

Transforzı'd, and weaken'd ? Hath Bolingbroke There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, Depos'd thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st

The lion, rlying, thrusteth forth his paw, Mecause to wail, but teachest me the way;

And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage How to Jament the cause. I'll beg one boon,

To be o’erpower’d; and wilt thou, pupil-like, And then be gone, and trouble you no more.

Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod, Shall I obtain it?

And fawu on rage with base humility, Boling. Name it, fair cousin !

Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? K. Rich. T'air cousin? Why, I am greater, than a king. K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; ifaught but beasts, For, when I was a king, my flatterers

I had been stiil a happy king of men. Were then but subjects; being now a subject, Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France! Uhave a king here to my flatterer,

Think, I am dead, and that even here thou tak'st, Being so great, I have no need to beg.

As from my death-bed, my last living leave! Boling. Yet ask.

In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire K. Rich. And shall I have?

With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Boling. You shall.

Of woeful ages, long ago betid: K. Rich. Then give me leave to go!

And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, Boling. Whither?

Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your And send the hearers weeping to their beds!

I'or why, the senseless brands will sympathize
Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the Tower! The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
K. Kich. O, good! Convey?- Conveyers are you all, And, in compassion, weep the fire out,
That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.

And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,
(Exeunt K. Richard, some Lords, and a Guard. For the deposing of a rightful king.
Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down Enter NorthUMBERLAND, attended.
Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves !

North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd: (Exeunt all but the Ibbot, Bishop of Carlisle, You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. – and Aumerle.

And, madam, there is order ta’en for you;. Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. With all swilt speed you must away to France. Cur. The woes to come; the children yet unborn K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder, whereShall feel this day as sharp to them, as thorn.

withal Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?

The time shall not be many hours of age Abbot. Before I freely speak my mivd herein, More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, You shall not only take the sacrament,

Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think, To bury mine intents, but to effect

Though he divide the realns, and give thee hall, Whatever I shall happen to devise.

It is too little, helping him to all; I see your brows are full of discontent,

And he shall think, that thou, which !now'st the way
Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears, To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
Come home with me to supper! I will lay

Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way
A plot, shall show us all a merry day. [Exeunt. To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.

The love of wicked friends converts to fear ;

That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both,

To worthy danger, and deserved death.
SCENE I. - London. A street leading to the Tower. North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
Enter Queen, and Ladies.

Take leave, and part! for you must part forthwith. Queen. This way the king will come ; this is the way K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd ? - Bad men, ye violate To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower,

A twofold marriage: 'twixt my crown and me,

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