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As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth

K. Rich. () God! O God! that e'er this tongue Controlling majesty ; Alack, alack, for wo,

of mine, That any harm should stain so fair a show! That laid the sentence of dread banishment K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have On yon proud man, should take it off again we stood

With words of sooth!30, that I were as great To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, As is my grief, or lesser than my name!

(To Northumberland. Or that I could forget what I have been ! Because we thought ourself thy lawful king :

Or not remember what I must be now ! And if we be, how dare thy joints (orget

Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to To pay their awful duty to our presence ?

beat, If we be not, show us the hand of God

Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingo For well we know, no hand of blood and bone

broke. Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.

And though you think, that all, as you have done, The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd ?
Have torn their souls, by turning them from us, The king shall be contented : Must he lose
And we are barren, and berest of friends ;- The name of king? o'God's name, let it go:
Yet know,-my master, God omnipotent, I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads;
Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behall, My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage;
Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;
Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,

My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;
That list your vassal hands against my head, My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff;
And threat the glory of my precious crown. My subjects, for a pair of carved saints;
Tell Bolingbroke (for yond', methinks, he is,) And my large kingdom for a little grave,
That every stride he makes upon my land, A little little grave, an obscure grave :-
Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope

Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,
The purple testament of blecding war;

Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, May hourly trample on their sovereign's head: Ten thousand bloody crowns of mother's sons For on my heart ihey tread, now whilst I live; Shall ill become the flower of England's face;' And, buried once, why not upon my head ?Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace Aumerle, thou weep'st ; My tender-hearted cou To scarlet indignation, and bedew

sin ! Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. We'll make foul weather with despised tears ; North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, king

And make a dearth in this revolting land. Should so with civil and unciyil arms

Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, And make some pretty match with shedding tears ; Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand;

As thus :-To drop them still upon one place, And by the honourable tomb he swears,

Till they have fretted us a pair of graves That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; Within the earth; and, therein laid,- There lies And by the royalties of both your bloods, Two kinsmen, digg'd' their graves with weeping Currents that spring from one most gracious head;

Would not this ill do well ?-Well, well, I see And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; I talk but idly, and you mock at me.And by the worth and honour of himself,

Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, Comprising all that may be sworn, or said,

What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty His coming hither hath no further scope,

Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg

You make a leg,* and Bolingbroke says-ay. Enfranchisement immediate on his knees :

North. My lord, in the bases court he doth attend Which on thy royal party granted once,

To speak with you; may't please you to come His glittering arms he will commend? tó rust,

down? His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart

K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering To faithful service of your majesty.

This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.

(North. retires to Boling. K. Rich. Northumberland, say,- thus the king In the base court ? Base court, where kings grow returns ;

base, His noble cousin is right welcome hither;

To come at traitors' call, and do them grace. And all the number of his fair demands

In the base court ? Come down? Down, court! Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction :

down, king! With all the gracious utterance thou hast, For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.


(Ereunt from above. We do debase oursell, cousin, do we not,

Boling. What says his majesty ? (To Aumerle. North.

Sorrow and grief of heart To look so poorly, and to speak so fair ?

Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man: Shall we call back Northumberland, and send

Yet he is come. Defiance to the traitor, and so die? Aum. No, good my lord ; let's fight with gentle Enter King Richard, and his attendants, below. words,

Boling. Stand all apart, Till time lend' friends, and friends their helpful And show fair duty to his majesty. swords.

My gracious lord,

[Kneeling. (1) Soil. (2) Commit. (3) Softness. (4) A bow. (5) Lower. (6) Foolishly,

eyes ?


is it,

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-last-growing sprays, Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, That look too lofty in our commonwealth: Shan my unplcas'd eye see your courtesy. All must be even in our government.-Up, consin, 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 noisonne weeds, that without profit suck though your knee be low.

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

Keep law, and form, and due proportion, K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am 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 sairest 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 knotsdisorder’d, and her wholesome herbs to have,

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


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

Hc that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, Tears show their love, but want their remedies. - Hath now himself met with the fall of leat : 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, l'or do we must, what force will have us do.- Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke, Set on towards London :-Cousin, is it so ? i mean, thc carl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. Boling. Yea, my good lord.

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


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

Garden. Enter the Queen, and two Ladies. As we this garden! We, at time of year, Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this po wound ihe 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 he to taste, The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune

Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches Runs 'gainst the bias.'

We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: i Lady. Madam, we will dance,

Had he done so, himself had bornc 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 kceps in grief:

1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport,

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

Gard. Depressid 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,


0, 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 hud,

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 thce

To make a sccond fall of cursed man? i Lady. Madam, I'll sing. Queen. ''Tis well, that thou hast cause; Darst thou, thou little better thing than earth,

Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd ? But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how,

wecp. i Lady. I could wecp, madam, would it do you

Cam’st thou bythesc ill tidings? speak, thou wretch. good.

Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I, Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me King Richard, he is in the mighty hold

To breathe this news ; yet, what I say, is truc. good, And never borrow any tear of thce.

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

11 your lord's scale is nothing but himsell, Let's step into the shadow of these trees.

And some few vanities that make him light;

But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Enter a Gardener, and troo Servants. Besides himself, are all the English recrs, My wretchedness unto a row of pins,

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

[Qucen and Ladies relire. 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 tly embassage belong to me, Sloop 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, which (2) Profits.

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

(4) Figures planted in a box, 15) No doubt.




To serve mc 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.What, was I born to this! that my sad look Percy. Aumerle, thou licst; his honour is as true, Should grace the triumph of greai Boling broke ?- 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. Of mortal breathing ; seize it, if thou dar’st. Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be Rum. 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 foc!
Hlere diú she drop a tear; here, in this place, Lord. I take ihe earth to the like, forsworn
I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace;

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, is thou dar’st.

Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw

at all:

I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
SCENE 1.—London. Westminster Hall. The to answer twenty thousand such as you..

lords spiritual on the right side of the throne; the
lords temporal on the left; the commons below. The very time Aumerle and you did talk.

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

Fitz. My lord, 'lis true: you were in presence berland, Percy, Fitzwater, another loril, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, and attendants. And you can witness with me, this is true. Officers behind, with Bagot.

Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is Boling. Call forth Bagot:-

true. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

Filz. Surrey, thou liest. Whai thou dost know of noble Glosicr's death;


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

That it shall render vengcance and revenge, Bagol, Then set before my face the lord Aumerlc. Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that in earth as quict as thy father's scull.

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

Filz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.

IC I dare cat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
In that dead time when Gloster’s death was plotted, And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies;

I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
I heard you say,- Is not my arm of length,
Thai reacheth from the resiful English court

And lies, and lies : there is my bond of faith,
As far as Calais, lo my imcle's head ?

To tie thee to my strong correction.Amongst much other talk, that very time,

As I intend to thrive in this new world, I heard you say, that you had rather refuse

Auinerle is guilty of my true appeal : The offir of a hundred thousand crowns,

Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, Than Bolingbroke's return to England;

That thou, Aumcrle, 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 dcath.

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

gire, 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

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

Boling. Thesc differences shall all rest under Either I must, or have inine honour soilul With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.

Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repealed he shall be, There is my gage, the manual scal of death, And, though mine enemy, restor'd again That marks thee out for hell: I say, 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 scen,To stain the temper oliny knightly sword.

Many a time hath bavish'd Norfolk fought
Boling, Bagot, forbear, thou stilt not take it up. For Jesu Christ; in ylorious Christian lield

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: Filz. Ir that thy valour stand on sympathics,

And, toil'd with works of war, retir’d himself There is my gage, Aumerle, in gaye 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 carth,
I heard thce say, and vauntingly thou spak’st it, And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ;
That thou wert 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 (alschood 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

the bosom Jum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to sce that day.

or 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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your crown.

Enter York attended.

The favours of these men: Were they not mine?

Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me? York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee So Judas did to Christ : but he, in twelve From plume-pluck'd Richard ; who with willing Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, soul

none. Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields God save the king !-Will no man say, amen ? To the possession of thy royal hand :

Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. Ascend his throne, descending now from him,

God save the king! although I be not he; And long live Henry, of' that name the fourth !

And yet, amen, is heaven do think him me.Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal To do what service am I sent (or hither? throne.

York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Car. Marry, God forbid !

Which tired majesty did make thee offer, Worst in this royal presence may I speak, The resignation of ihy state and crown Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. To Henry Bolingbroke. Would God, that any in this noble presence K. Rich. Give me the crown:—Here, cousin, Were enough noble to be upright judge

seize the crown; Of noble Richard ; then true nobless' would

Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, thine. Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. Now'is this golden crown like a deep well, What subject can give sentence on his king? And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject? The emptier ever dancing in the air,

That owest iwo buckets filling one another; Thicves are not judg'd, but they are by to hcar, 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,

Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. His caplain, steward, deputy elect,

Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign. Anointed, crown'd, planted many years,

K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griels Be judy'd by subject and inferior breath,

are mine : And he himself not present ? 0, forbid it, God,

You may my glories and my state depose, That, in a Christian climate, souls retin'd

But not my griefs; still am I king of those. Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!

Boling.' Part of your cares you give me with I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,

cares down. Is 'a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king: My care is—loss of care, by old care done; And if you crown him, let me prophesy, - Your care is-gain of care, by new care won: The blood of English shall mai ure the ground, The cares I give, I have, though given away; And future ages groan for this soul act;

They tends the crown, yet still with me they stay. Peace shall go sleep with Turks and intidels,

Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown? And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars 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,

Now mark me how I will undo myself:Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd

I give this heavy weight from off my head, The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls.

And this unwieldly sceptre from my hand, 0, if you rear this house against this house,

The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; It will the wofullest division prove,

With mine own tears I wash away my balm, That ever fell upon this cursed earth:

With mine own hands I give away my crown, Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

With mine own longue deny my sacred state, Lest child, child's children, cry against you-wo! With mine own breath release all duteous oaths: North. Well have you argu’d, sir; and, for your All pomp and majesty I do forswear; pains,

My manors, rents, revenues, I forego; of capital treason we arrest you here:

My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny:
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!
To keep him safely till his day of trial.-

God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! May't please you, lords, to grant the commons'suit. Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd ; Boling. Fetch' hither Richard, that in common And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd! view

Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit, He may surrender: so we shall proceed

And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit! Without suspicion.

God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, York.

I will be his conduct.? (Exil. And send him many years of sunshine days!Boling. Lords, you that are here under our ar- What more remains ? rest,


No more, but that you read Procure your suretics for your days of answer :

(Offering a paper. Little are we beholden to your love, [To Carlisle. These accusations, and these grievous crimes, And little look'd for at your helping hands. Committed by your person, and your followers, Re-enter York, wilh 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.

K. Rich, Must I do so ? and must I ravel out Before I have shook off the regal thoughts 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 :

Irihy 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.

ing man,

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, damu'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 myselí,- 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, king, And water cannot wash away your sin.

For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st
North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these arti- Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way

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


Name it, fair cousin.
Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

K. Rich. Fair cousin ? Why, I am greater than
I find myself a traitor with the rest :

a king :
For I have given here my soul's consent, For, when I was a king, my flatterers
To undeck the pompous body of a king; Were then but subjects ; being now a subject,
Make glory base; and sovereignty, a slave; I have a king here to my flatterer.
Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant. Being, so great, I have no need to beg.
North. My lord,

Boling. Yet'ask.
K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insult- K. Rich. And shall I have ?

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

K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your
That I have worn so many winters out,

sights. And know not now what name to call myself! Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the 0, that I were a mockery king of snow,

Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,

K. Rich. O, good! Convey ?-Conveyers' are
To melt myself away in water-drops !
Good king,-great king-(and yet not greatly That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.

[Exeunt K. Rich. some lords, and a guard. An if my word be sterling yet in England,

Boling: On Wednesday next, we solemnly set
Let it command a mirror hither straight;

That it may show me what a face I have, Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves.
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty,

(Exeunt all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle, Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking

and Aumerle. glass.

(Erit an altendani. Abbot. A woful pageant have we here beheld. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth Car. The wo's to come; the children yet un

born K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. to hell.

Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot Boling: Urge it no more, my lord Northumber- To rid the realm of this pernicious blot ?. land.

Abbot. Before I freely spcak my mind herein,
North. The commons will not then be satisfied. You shall not only take the sacrament
K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read To bury* mine intents, but to effect

Whatever I shall happen to devise :-
When I do see the very book, indeed,

I see your brows are full of discontent,
Where all my sins are writ, and that's-myself. Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears ;

Come home with me to supper ; I will lay
Re-enter attendant, with a glass. A plot, shall show us all a merry day. (Excunt.
Give me that glass, and therein will I read. -
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck
So many blows upon this face of mine,
And made no deeper wounds ?-0, flattering glass,

Like to my followers in prosperity,
Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face,

SCENE I.-London. A street leading to the That every day under his household roof

Tower. Enter Queen, and Ladies.
Did keep ien thousand men ? Was this the face,
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,

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

To whose slint bosom my condemned lord
As brittle as ihe 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 bath destroy'd my face.

Enter King Richard, and guards.
Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath dc- But soft, but see, or rather do not see,

My fair rose wither: Yet look up; behold;

That you in pity may dissolve to dew,
(1) Pack. (2) Haughty.
13) Jugglers, also robbers.

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


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