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K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely | Give some supportance to the bending twigs.knee,

Go thou, and, like an executioner,
To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays,
Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, That look too lofty in our commonwealth :
Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy.

All must be even in our government.-
Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, You thus employ'd, I will go root away
Thus high at least, (Touching his own head.) al. The noisome weeds, that without profit suck
though your knee be low.

The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine 1 Sero. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, 3

Keep law, and form, and due proportion, K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I ain yours, | Showing, as in a model, our firm estate? and all.

When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up, As my true service shall deserve your love. Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, K. Rich. Well you deserve :—They well deserve Her knots d'sorder'd, and her wholesome herbs to have,

Swarming with caterpillars ? That know the strong'st and surest way to get.

Gard.

Hold thy peace:Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes ;

He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, Tears show their love, but want their remedies.- || Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf : Cousin, I am too young to be your father, The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did Though you are old enough to be my heir.

shelter, What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; That seem'd in eating him to hold him up, For do we must, what force will have us do. Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Boling broke, Set on towards London :--Cousin, is it so? I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. Boling. Yea, my good lord.

1 Serv. What, are they dead ? K. Rich. Then I must not say, no.

Gard.

They are; and Bolingbroke (Flourish. Ereunt. | Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.-Oh! What pity SCENE IV.-Langley. The Duke of York's || That he had not so trimm'd and dress’d his land,

is it, Garden. Enter the Queen, and two Ladies.

As we this garden! We, at time of year, Queen. What sport sijall we devise here in this Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; garden,

Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood, To drive away the heavy thought of care? With too much riches it confound itself :

1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. Had he done so to great and growing men, Queen.

'Twill make me think | They might have liv'd to bear, and be to taste, The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches Rups 'gainst the bias.

We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: 1 Lady:

Madam, we will dance. Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down. When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: 1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.

depos'd? 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.

Gard. Depress'd he is already ; and depos'd, Queen.

Of sorrow,

or of joy? ||'Tis doubt, he will be : Letters came last night 1 Lady. Of either, madam.

To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, Queen.

Of neither, girl : That tell black tidings. For if of joy, being altogether wanting,

Queen.

O, I am press'd to death, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Through want of speaking !- Thou, old Adam's Or if of grief, being altogether had,

likeness, (Coming from her concealment, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy : Set to dress the garden, how dares For what I have, I need not to repeat;

Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news ? And what I want, it boots? not to complain. What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee 1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

To make a second fall of cursed man? Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause ; || Why dost thou say, king Richard is deposid? But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou Darst thou, thou little better thing than earth, weep. .

Divine his downfall ? Say, where, when, and how, 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thou wretch. good.

Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I, Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do|To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true. me good,

King Richard, he is in the mighty hold And never borrow any tear of thee.

Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd : But stay, here come the gardeners :

To your lord's scale is nothing but himself, Let's step into the shadow of these trees. And some few vanities that make him light; Enter a Gardener, and two Servants.

But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,

Besides himself, are all the English peers, My wretchedness unto a row of pins,

And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. They'll talk

of state ; for every one doth so Post you to London, and you'll find it so; Against a change: Wo is forerun with wo. I speak no more than every one doth know.

(Queen and Ladies retire. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of Gard. Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks,

foot, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Doth not thy embassage belong to me, Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st (1) A weight fixed on one side of the bowl, (2) Profits.

(3) Inclosure. which turns it from the straight line.

(4) Figures planted'in box. (5) No doubt.

true.

man.

To serve me last, that I may longest keep Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go, Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for To meet at London London's king in wo.

this. What, was I born to this! that my sad look Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true, Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke ?- In this appeal, as thou art all unjust : Gardener, for telling me this news of wo, And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow. To prove it on thee, to the extremest point

(Exeunt Queen and Ladies or mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar'st. Gard. Poor queen! so that thy stale might be Aun. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, no worse,

And never brandish more revengeful steel
I would, my skill were subject to thy curse. Over the glittering helmet of my foe!
Here did she drop a tear; bere, in this place, Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn
I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace;

Aumerle;
Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, And spur thee on with full as many lies
In the remembrance of a weeping queen. (Exe. As may be holla’d in thy treacherous ear

From sun to sun : there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.

Aum. Who sets me else? by beaven, I'll throw ACT IV.

at all : SCENE 1.- London. Westminster Hall

. The to answer twenty thousand such as you.

I have a thousand spirits in one breast, lords spiritual on the right side of the throne ; the lords temporal on the left; the commons be- || The very time Aumerle and you did talk.

Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well low. Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Surrey,

Fitz. My lord, 'tis true : you were in presence Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, another

then; lord, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, || And you can witness with me, this is true. and attendants. Officers behind, with Bagot.

Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is Boling. Call forth Bagot: Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

Fitz. Surrey, thou liest. What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death ; Surrey.

Dishonourable boy! Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd || That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, The bloody office of his timeless2 end.

That it shall render vengeance and revenge, Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that|In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.

In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring| Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. tongue

Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward boree'
Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted, ||I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
I heard you say,— Is not my arm of length, And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,
That reacheth from the restful English court And lies, and lies : there is my bond of faith,
As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?

To tie thee to my strong correction.-
Ainongst much other talk, that very time, As I intend to thrive in this new world,
I heard you say, that you had rather refuse Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal :
The offer of a hundred thousand crowns, Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say,
Than Bolingbroke's return to England;

That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
Adding withal, how blest this land would be, To execute the noble duke at Calais.
In this your cousin's death.

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a Aum. Princes, and noble lords,

gage, What answer shall I make to this base man? That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,

If he may be repeal'd to try his honour. On equal terms to give him chastisement?

Boling. These differences shall all rest under Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd

gage, With the attainder of his sland'rous lips. - Till Norfolk be repeald: repealed he shall be, There is my gage, the manual seal of death, And, thougn mine enemy, restor'd again

That marks the out for hell: I way, thou liest, To all his land and signories ; when he's return'd,
And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false, Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.-
To stain the temper of my knightly sword. Many a time hath Janish'd Norfolk fought

Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. / For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field

Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best! Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so. against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens :

Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine : To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave By that fair sun that shows me where thou stand'st,|| His body to that pleasant country's earth, I heard ther say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ ; That thou weri cause of noble Gloster's death. Under whose colours he had fought so long. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest;

Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,

Car. As sure as I live, my lord. Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that

the bosom day.

of good old Abraham!-Lords appellants,

Your differences shall all rest under gage, 1) Pity. (2) Untimely.

Till we assign you to your days of trial.

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Enter York, attended.

The favours of these men : Were they not mine? York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee Did they not sometime cry, all hail!

io me? From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing So Judas did to Christ : but he, in twelve

Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, soul Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields

God save the king Will no man say, amen? To the possession of thy royal hand: Ascend his throne, descending now from him,

Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!

God save the king! although I be not he ; Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal || To do what service am I sent for hither?

And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.throne. Car. Marry, God forbid !

York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Worst in this royal presence may I speak,

Which tired majesty did make thee offer, Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.

The resignation of thy state and crown Would God, that any in this noble presence

To Henry Bolingbroke. Were enough noble to be upright judge

K. Rich. Give me the crown :-Here, cousin,

seize the crown; Of noble Richard ; then true nobless' would Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong:

Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, thine. What subject can give sentence on his king?

Now is this golden crown like a deep well, And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject? The emptier ever dancing in the air

,

That owest two buckets filling one another; Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear,

The other down, unseen, and full of water :
Although apparent guilt be seen in them:

That bucket down, and full of tears, am I,
And shall the figure of God's majesty,
His captain, steward, deputy elect,

Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. Anointed, crowo'd, planted many years,

Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign. Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath,

K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs And he himself not present? O, forbid it, God,

are mine : That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd

You may my glories and my state depose, Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!

But not my griefs ; still am I king of those. I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,

Boling. Part of your cares you give me with

your crown. Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,

K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king :

cares down. And if you crown him, let me prophesy,

My care is-loss of care, by old care done ; The blood of English shall manure the ground,

Your care is-gain of care, by new care won : And future ages groan for this foul act;

The cares I give, I have, though given away; Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,

They tends the crown, yet still with me they stay, And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars

Boling: Are you contented to resign the crown? Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound ; Therefore, no no, for I resign to thee,

K. Rich. Ay, no; no, ay ;-—for I must nothing be; Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny, Shall here inhabit, and this land be called

Now mark me how I will undo myself:The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls.

1 give this heavy weight from off my head, O, if you rear this house against this house,

And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, It will the wofullest division prove,

The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; That ever fell upon this cursed earth :

With mine on tears I wash away my balm, Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

With mine own hands I give away my crown, Lest child, child's children, cry against you—wo: With mine own breath release all duteous oaths :

With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, North. Well have you argu’d, sir ; and, for your All pomp and majesty I do forswear ;

pains, Of capital treason we arrest you here:

My manors, rents, revenues, I forego; My lord of Westminister, be it your charge

My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny : To keep him safely till his day of trial.

God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! May', please you, lords, to grant

the commons' suit. God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common || And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd!

Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd; view He may surrender : so we shall proceed

Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit, Without suspicion.

And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!
York.
I will be his conduct.? (Erit

. And send him many years of sunshine days?

God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, Boling. Lords, you that are here under our ar

What more remains ? rest,

North Procure your sureties for your days of answer :

No more, but that you read Little are we beholden to your love, (To Carlisle. These accusations, and these grievous crimes,

(Offering a paper. And little look'd for at your helping hands.

Committed by your person, and your followers, Re-enter York, with King Richard, and officers Against the state and profit of this land; bearing the crown, &c.

That, by confessing them, the souls of men K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king,

May deem that you are worthily depos'd. Before I have shook off the regal thoughts

K. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel out Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd

My weav'd-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland, To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee :

If thy offences were upon record, Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me

Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop, To this submission. Yet I well remember

To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st,

There should'st thou find one heinous article, (1) Nobleness. (2) Conductor (3) Countenances. (4) Owns.

(5) Attend. (6) Oil of consecration.

you all,

Containing the deposing of a king,

The shadow of your face. And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,— K. Rich.

Say that again. Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:-||The shadow of my sorrow? Ha ! let's see :-Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within ; Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, And these external manners of lament Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul; Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,

There lies the substance: and I thank thee, And water cannot wash away your sin.

king, North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st articles.

Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see: | How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, And yet salt water blinds them not so much, And then be gone, and trouble you no more. But they can see a sort of traitors here.

Shall I obtain it? Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

Boling: Name it, fair cousin. I find myself a traitor with the rest :

K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why, I am greater than For I have given here my soul's consent,

a king : To undeck the pompous borly of a king;

For, when I was a king, my flatterers Make glory base; and sovereignty, a slave;

Were then but subjects; being now a subject, Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant. I have a king here to my tlatterer. North. My lord,

Being so great, I have no need to beg.
K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insult. Boling. Yet ask.
ing man,

K. Rich. And shall I have ?
Nor no man's lord ; I have no name, no title, Boling. You shall.
No, not that name was given me at the font K. Rich. Then give me leave to go.
But 'tis usurp'd :- Alack the heavy day,

Boling. Whither?
That I have worn so many winters out,

K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your And know not now what name to call myself!

sights. O, that I were a mockery king of snow,

Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,

Tower. To melt myself away in water-drops !

K. Rich. O, good! Convey ?--Conveyers are Ciood king, -great king--and yet not greatly good,)

That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. An if my word be sterling yet in England,

(Exeunt K. Rich. some lords, and a guard. Let it command a mirror hither straight;

Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set That it may show me what a face I have,

down Since it is bankrupt of his majesty:

Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves. Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking (Exeunt all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle, glass. (Exit an attendant.

and Aumerle. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass Abbot. A woful pageant have we here beheld. doth come

Car. The wo's to come; the children yet unK. Rich. Fiend ! thou torment'st me ere I come

born

Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. Boling: Urge it no more, my lord Northumber Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot land.

To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? North. The commons will not then be satisfied Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read You shall not only take the sacrament enough,

To bury4 mine intents, but to effect When I do see the very book, indeed,

Whatever I shall happen to devise :-Where all my sins are writ, and that's—myself. I see your brows are full of discontent,

Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears ; Re-enter attendant, with a glass. Come home with me to supper; I will lay Give me that glass, and therein will I read. - A plot, shall show us all a merry day. (Exeunt. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds ?-0, Battering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity,

ACT V. Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face, That every day under his household roof SCENE I.-London. A street leading to the Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face, Tower. Enter Queen, and Ladies. That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?

Queen. This way the king will come; this is the Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies,

way And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke? To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower,5 A brittle glory shineth in this face:

To whose flint bosom my condemned lord As brittle as the glory is the face;

Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke : (Dashes the glass against the ground. Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.- Have any resting for her true king's queen. Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.

Enter King Richard, and guards. Boling: The shadow of your sorrow hath But soft, but see, or rather do not see, destroy'd

My fair rose wither : Yet look up; behold;

That you in pity may dissolve to dew, (1) Pack.

(2) Haughty. (3) Jugglers, also robbets.

(4) Conceal. (5) Tower of London.

to hell.

moans.

And wash him fresh again with true-love tears. A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me;
Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand; And then, betwixt me and my married wife.--
Thou mapl of honour; thou king Richard's tomb,|| Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;
And not king Richard ; thou most beauteous inn, || And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.-
Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg’d in thee, Part us, Northumberland; I towards the north,
When triumph is become an ale-house guest? Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;
K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do My wife to France; from whence, set forth in pomp,
not so,

She came adorned hither like sweet May,
To make my end too sudden : learn, good soul, Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of day.
To think our former state a happy dream;

Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part? From which awak'd, the truth of what we are Ř. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and Shows us but this : Iam sworn brother, sweet,

heart from heart. To grim necessity; and he and I

Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me. Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, North. That were some love, but little policy. And cloister thee in some religious house :

Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one wo. Which our profane hours here have stricken down. Werp thou for me in France, I'for thee here; Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near'.5 mind

Go, count thy way with sighs ; I, mine with groans. Transform'd and weakened? Hath Boling broke Queen. So longest way shall have the longest Depos'd thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,

K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage

being short,
To be o'erpower'd ; and wilt thou, pupil-like, And piece the way out with a heavy heart
Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod; Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,
And fawn on rage with base bumility,

Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart

. but beasis,

[They kiss. I had been still a happy king of men.

Queen. Give me mine own again ; 'twere no good Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for

part, France :

To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak'st,

(Kiss again. As from my death-bed, my last living leave. So, now I have mine own again, begone, In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire

That I may strive to kill it with a groan. With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales K. Rich. We make wo wanton with this fond Of woful ages, long ago betid:2

delay : And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, | Once more, adieu ; the rest let sorrow say. (Exe. Tell thou the lamentable fall of me, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. SCENE II.The same. A room in the Duke of For why, the senseless brands will sympathize York’s palace. Enter York, and his Duchess. The heavy accent of thy moving tongue, And, in compassion, weep the fire out:

Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell the And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,

rest, For the deposing of a rightful king.

When weeping made you break the story off, Enter Northumberland, attended.

Of our two cousins coming into London.

York. Where did I leave? North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is Duch

At that sad stop, my lord, chang'd;

Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows' tops, You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. And, madam, there is order ta'en for you ;

York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Boling. With all swift speed you must away to France.

broke, K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where- | Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, withal

Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,The mounting Boling broke ascends my throne,-|| With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, The time shall not be many hours of age

While all tongues cried-God save thee, BolingMore than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head,

broke! Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think, You would have thought the very windows spake, Though he divide the realm, and give thee hall, So many greedy looks of young and old It is too little, helping him to all;

Through casements darted their desiring eyes And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the way upon his visage; and that all the walls, To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, With painted imagery,6 had said at once, Being ne'er so little ory'd, another way

Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke! To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, The love of wicked friends converts to fear ; Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, That fear, to hate ; and hate turns one, or both, Bespake them thus, I thank you, countrymen : To worthy danger, and deserved death.

And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end. Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the Take leave, and part: for you must part forthwith.

while ? K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd?--Bad men, ye violate York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men,

After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, (1) Picture of greatness, (2) Passed. (3) Be even with them.

(5) Never the nigher. (4) All-hallow., i, e. All-saints, Nov. 1.

(6) Tapestry hung from the windows.

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