It doth remember me1 the more of sorrow; 14
Or if of grief, being altogether had,
It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
For what I have I need not to repeat;
And what I want, it boots not to complain.2
Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

Queen.

"Tis well that thou hast cause; But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.

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Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you good.

Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me good,

And never borrow any tear of thee.
But, ladies, stay, here come the gardeners:
Let's step into the shadow of these trees.
My wretchedness unto3 a row of pins,
They'll talk of state; for every one doth so
Against a change; woe is forerun with woe.

Enter a Gardener, and two Servants.
[Queen and ladies retire.

Gard. Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks,

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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 profit suck
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.

Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a
pale,

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Serv. What, think you then the king be depos'd?

Gard. Depress'd he is already, and de "Tis doubt he will be: letters can night

To a dear friend of the good Duke of
That tell black tidings.

Queen. O, I am press'd to death want of speaking! [Coming Thou,- [She pauses, as if half-chok

Old Adam's likeness, set to dress thi How dares

Thy harsh rude tongue sound this u news?

What Eve, what serpent, hath sugg To make a second fall of cursed ma Why dost thou say King Richard 1 Dar'st thou, thou little better

earth,

The very time Aumerle and you did talk. Fitz. 'Tis very true: you were in presence1 then;

And you can witness with me this is true. Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.

Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.
Surrey.

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Dishonourable boy!
That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,
That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie
In earth as quiet as thy father's skull:
In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
[Throws down his glove.
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.
Fitz. How fondly2 dost thou spur a forward
horse!

If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,
To tie thee to my strong correction.
As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, 80
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy

men

To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage,

That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down
this,
[Throwing down his hood.
If he may be repeal'd,3 to try his honour.
Boling. These differences shall all rest under
gage

Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be,
And, though mine enemy, restor❜d again
To all his lands and signories: when he's re-
turn'd,

Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. 90
Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be

seen.

Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought

1 In presence, in the presence-chamber.

2 Fondly, foolishly.

3 Repeal'd, recalled from banishment.

For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field, 93'
Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross
Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens;
And toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself1)
To Italy; and there at Venice gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long. 100)
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Car. As surely as I live, my lord.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul
to the bosom

Of good old Abraham!-Lords appellants,
Your differences shall all rest under gage
Till we assign you to your days of trial.]
Enter YORK, attended.

York. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee

From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul

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Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
To the possession of thy royal hand:
Ascend his throne, descending now from him;
And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!
Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the re-

gal throne. [Takes his place on the throne. [Car. Marry, God forbid!Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. Would God that any in this noble presence Were enough noble to be upright judge Of noble Richard! then true noblesse would Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. What subject can give sentence on his king? And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?

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I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king.
My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king;
And if you crown him, let me prophesy:
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act;
Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
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Shall kin with kin and kind with kind con-
found;

Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny

Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.
O, if you raise this house against this house,
It will the woefullest division prove
That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

Lest child, child's children, cry against you "woe!"

North. Well have you argu'd, sir; and, for your pains,

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[So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none.

God save the king!-Will no man say amen? Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. God save the king! although I be not he; And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.— To do what service am I sent for hither?

York. To do that office of thine own good will Which tired majesty did make thee offer,— The resignation of thy state and crown To Henry Bolingbroke.

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K. Rich. Give me the crown. [The crown is brought to Richard, who takes it in his hand, turning it upside down.] Here, cousin, seize the crown;

On this side mý hand, and on that side yours
Now is this golden crown like a deep well
That owes two buckets, filling one another,
The emptier ever dancing in the air,
The other down, unseen and full of water:
That bucket down and full of tears am I,
Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on
high.

Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign.

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K. Rich. My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine:

You may my glories and my state depose, 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 set up do not pluck my cares down.

[My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won:] The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.