150 The king shall do it: must he be depos'd? May hourly trample on their sovereign's head; For on my heart they tread now whilst I live; And buried once, why not upon my head?[Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.— [To Northumberland] Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland, What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay. North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you; may it please you to come down. K. Rich. Down, down I come; like glist'ring Phaethon, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. [In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, 180 My gracious lord,— [He kneels down. To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. 5 Digg'd who digged. 6 Make a leg, i.e. make a bow, or curtsey. Manage of, control of. 8 Fondly, foolishly. 9 Me rather had, i.e. I had rather. 29 Gard. Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: [Give some supportance to the bending twigs. Go thou, and like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, 40 Queen. O, I am press'd to death through want of speaking! [Coming forward. Thou,- [She pauses, as if half-choked by her emotion] Old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden, How dares Thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee 'Tis doubt, i.e. no doubt. Besides himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs King Richard down. Post you to London, and you'll find it so; 90 Doth not thy embassage belong to me, VOL. II. It doth remember me1 the more of sorrow; 14 Queen. Tis well that thou hast cause; Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do Queen. And I could weep, would weeping And never borrow any tear of thee. Enter a Gardener, and two Sereants. [Queen and ladies retire. Gard. Go, bind thou up yon dangling apri- Their frat cocks, ches We lop awa Had bee Which wase ST be Which, like unruly children, make their sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: [Give some supportance to the bending twigs Go thou, and like an executioner, (Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, (That look too lofty in our commonwealth: All must be even in our government.-] You thus employ'd, I will go root away The noisome weeds, which without protit suck The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. Sere. Why should we, in the compass of a That i pale, 40 Keep law and form and due proportion, |