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K. Rich. Needs must I like it well, I weep for joy, To stand upon my kingdom once again.
Enter Scroop Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,
Scroop. More health and happiness betide my liege, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : Than can my care-tund tongue deliver him. As a long-parted mother with her child
K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepar'd; Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting ; The worst is worldy loss, thou canst unfold. So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care; And do thee favour with my royal hands.
And what loss is it, to be rid of care ! Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravinous sense : Greater he shall not be ; if he serve God, But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so: And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way;
Revolt our subjects ? that we cannot mend; Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet,
They break their faith to God, as well as us : Which with usurping steps do trample thee. Cry, woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay; Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies :
The worst is-death, and death will have his day. And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so ari'd, Guard it, I pray thee, with a larking adder, To bear the tidings of calamity. Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Like an unseasonable stormy day, Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.
Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords;
As if the world were all dissoly'd to tears; This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones So high above his limits swells the rage Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king
of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land Shall falter under foul rebellious arms. [you king. With hard bright steel, and hearts barder than steel.
Bishop. Fear not, my lord ; that power that made White beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps Hath power to keep you king, in spite of all. Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices, The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints And not neglected; else, if heaven would,
In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown. And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse;
Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows The proffer'd means of succour and redress. of double-fatal yew against thy state;
Aun. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,
Against thy seat : both young and old rebel, Grows strong and great, in substance, and in friends. And all goes worse than I have power to tell.
K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin ! know'st thou not, K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell'sta tale so ill. That when the searcbing eye of heaven is hid Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, What is become of Bushy ! where is Green ? Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen,
That they have let the dangerous enemy In murders, and in outrage, bloody bere ;
Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ? But when, from under this terrestrial ball,
If we prevail, their heads sball pay for it. He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, I warrant, they have made peace with Bolingbroke. And darts his light through every guilty hole, Scroop. Peace have they made with bim, indeed, Then murders, treasons, and detested sios,
[demption The cloak of night being plack'd from off their backs, K. Rich. o villains, vipers, damn'd withont reStand bare and naked, trembling at themselves ! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man ! [heart ! So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke,
Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my Who all this while hath reveli'd in the night,
Three Jud ases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Wbilst we were wand'ring with the antipodes - Would they make peace, terrible hell nake war Shall see us rising our throne the east,
Upon their spotted souls for this offence! His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, Not able to endure the sight of day;
Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate :But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.
Again uncarse their souls; their peace is made
; Not all the water in the rough-rude sea
With beads, and not with hands: those whom you Can wash the balm from an anointed king:
curse 'The breath of worldly men cannot depose
Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, The deputy elected by the Lord :
And lie full low, grav'd in the bollow ground, For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd,
Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wiltshire To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,
dead? God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay
Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. A glorious angel : then, if angels fight,
Aum, Where is the duke, my father, with his Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the right. power!
[speak : K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man Enter Salisbury.
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord, Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
And yet not so,--for what can we bequeath,
Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth :
Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, o, call back yesterday, bid time return,
And nothing can we call our own, but death ;
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd; K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand men All murder'd :-For within the hollow crown,
Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Avd, till so much blood thither come again, Keeps death his conrt: and there the antic sits,
Have I not reason to look pale and dead i Scofing his state, and grinning at his pomp ; All souls that will be safe, fly from my side
Allowing him a breath, a little scene For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
To monarchise, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Aum. Comfort, my liege ; remember who you are. Infusing him with self and vaid conceit,
K. Rich. I had forgot myself: Am I not king? As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
With solemn reverence; throw away respect,
I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,
Need friends :-Subjected thas,
Harry Bolingbroke How can you say to me- I am a king ?
On both his knees, doth kiss king Richard's hand;
Even at his feet to lay my arms and power;
And lands restor'd again, be freely granted :
And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath. Rain'a'from the wounds of slaughter's Englishmen: Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him ;
The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke And learn to make a body of a limb.
It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench K. Rich. Thoa chid'st me well :-Proud Boling- The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, broke, I come
My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.-..
(North. advances to the Castle, with a Trumpet. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour. That from the castle's totter'd battlements Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky Our fair appoiutments may be well peras'd. The state and inclination of the day :
Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
With no less terror than the elements
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
My waters; on the earth, and not on him.
March on, and mark king Richard how he looks. Upon his party. K. Rich Thou hast said enough.
A Parle sounded, and answered by another Trumpet Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth
within Flourish. Enter, on the Walls, King [To Aumerle.
Richard, the Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop, Of that sweet way I was in to despair !
and Salisbury. What say you now? What comfort have we now! York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear, By heaven, l'll hate him everlastingly,
As doth the blushing discontented son That bids me be of comfort any more.
From ont the fiery portal of the east; Go to Flint castle; there l'Il pine away;
When he perceives the envious clouds are bent A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.
To dim his glory, and to stain the track That power I have, discharge, and let them go of his bright passage to the occident. To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,
Yet looks lie like a king; behold, his eye, For I have none :-Let no man speak again
As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
Controlling majesty ; Alack, alack, for woe, Aum. My liege, one word.
That any harm should stain so fair a show ! K. Rich.
He does me double wrong, K. Rích. We are amaz'd; and thus long bave we That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
stood Discharge my followers, let them hence :-Away, To watch the fearful bending of thy knee. (To North. From Richard's night, to Boling broke's fair day. Because we thought ourself thy lawful king :
[Exeunt. And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
To pay their awful duty to our presence ?
If we be not, show us the hand of God
For well we know, no hand of blood and bone
Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury
Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
And though you think, that all, as you have done, Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, with some few private friends, upon this coast.
Have torn their souls, by turning them from us,
And we are barren, and bereft of friends ;---
Yet know,--my master, God omnipotent,
Is mast'ring in his clouds, on our behalf, To say-King Richard :--Alack the heavy day,
Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,
North. Your grace mistakes we; only to be brief, That lift your vassal hands against my head,
And threat the glory of my precious crown.
Tell Boling broke (for yond', methinks, he is),
That every stride he makes upon my land, Have been so brief with you, to shorten you,
Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope For taking so the head, your whole head's length.
The purple testament of bleeding war;
Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers sons
To scarlet indignation, and bedew
Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.
North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the king Enter Percy.
Should so with civil and uncivil arms Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield ! Be rash'd upon ! Thy thrice-noble cousin,
Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; Against thy entrance.
And by the honourable tomb he swears, Boling. Royally!
That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; Why, it contains no king?
And by the royalties of both your bloods, Percy.
Yes, my good lord, Currents that spring from one most gracious heal: It doth contain a king : king Richard lies
And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; Within the limits of yon lime and stone:
And by the worth and houour of himself, And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, Comprising all that may be sworn, or said, Sir Stephen Seroop; besides a clergyman
His coming hither hath no further scope, Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.
Than for his lineal royalties, and beg North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. Enfranchisement immediate on his knees : Boling. Noble lord, [To Northumberland.
Which on thy royal party granted once, Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle;
His glittering arms he will commend to rust, Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart Tuto his rain'd ears, and thus deliver.
To faithful service of your majesty.
This swears he, as he is a prince, is just;
Uncle, give me your hand : nay, dry your eyes ;
Tears show their love, but want their remedies.-
What you will have, I'll give, and willing too ;
Set on towards London : Cousin, is it so?
Boling. Yea, my good lord.
(Flourish. Exeunt. Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
SCENE IV. Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle Langley. The Duke of York's Garden. words,
[swords. Till time lend friends, and friends their helpiul
Enter the Queen, and two Ladies. K. Rich. O God! o God! that e'er this tongue of To drive away the heavy thought of care ?
Queen. What sport shall we devise bere in this garThat laid the sentence of dread banishment [mine,
I Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. On yon proud man, should take it off again
"Twill make me think With words of sooth!-0, that I were as great As is my grief, or lesser than my name!
The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune
Rups 'gainst the bias.
Madam, we will dance.
Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight,
When my poor heart no measure keeps in griei : Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. Aum. Northumberland comes back from Boling. Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. broke.
I Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he
Of sorrow, or of joy? The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd ?
I Lady. Of either, madam.
Queen. The king shall be contented : Mast he lose
of neither, girl. The name of king! o'God's name, let it go :
For if of joy, heing altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of sorrow; I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads;
Or if of grief, being altogether had, My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage ;
It adds more sorrow to my want of joy : My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;
For what I have, I need not to repeat; My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;
And what I want, it boots not to complain. My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff ;
1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing. My subjects, for a pair of carved saints ;
"Tis well, that thou hast cause ; And my large kingdom, for a little grave,
But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep. A little, little grave, an obscure grave :Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,
1 Lauly. I could weep, madam, would it do you
good. Some way of couimon trade, where subjects' feet
Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me May hourly trample on their sovereign's head :
And never borrow any tear of thee.
But stay, bere come the gardevers :
Enter a Gardener anl t100 Servants.
My wretchedness unto a row of pins, And make a dearth in this revolting land.
They'll talk of state ; for every one doth so Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, Against a change: Woe is foreron with woe. And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
[Queen and Ladies retire. As thus:--To drop them still opon one place,
Gard. Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks, Till they have freited us a pair of graves
Which, like unruly children, make their sire
Cut off the heads of too-last-growing sprays,
You thus employ'd, I will go root away
The noisome weeds, that without profit suck
K. Rich. Down, down, 'I come ; like glistering Keep law, and form, and due proportion,
[North. retires to Boling. When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up, To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. [king! Her froit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd', In the base court ! Come down! Down, court! down Her kuots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should Swarming with caterpillars ! [Edeunt from above. Garu.
Hold thy peace : Boling. What says his majesty?
He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, North.
Sorrow and grief of heart Hath now himself met with the fall of leat': Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man : The weeds, that his hroad-spreading leaves did shelter, Yet he is come.
That seem'd, in eating him, to hold him up,
Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke, Enter King Richard, and his Attendants below.
I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. Boling. Stand all apart,
1 Serv. What, are they dead ! And show fair duty to his majesty.-
They are ; and Bolingbroke My gracious lord,
[Kneeling. Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.-oh! What pity is it, K. Rich. Faircousin, you debase your princely knee, That he had not so trimm'd and dressid his land, To make the base earth proud with kissing it: As we this garden! We, at time of year, Me rather had, my heart inight feel your love,
Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy.
Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood, Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,
With too much riches it confound itself : Thus high at least' [ Touching his own Heats, although Had he done so to great and growing men, your knee be low
They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste, Boling. My gracious Jord, I come but for mine own. Their fruits ty. All superfluous branches K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. We lop away, that bearing boughs niay live :
Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, As my true service sball deserve your love. [have, which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
K. Rich. Well you deserve :-They well deserve to 1 Serv. What think you then, the king shall be That know the strong'st and surest way to get.
Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, I heard thee say, and Faurtingly thou spak'st it, "Tis doubt, he will be : Letters came last night That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest; That tell black tidings.
And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Queen.
0, I am press'd to death, Where it was foryed, with my rapier's point. Through want of speaking ! --Thou, old Adun's like- Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that day. ness,
[Coming from her Concealment, Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hoor. Set to dress this garden, how dares
Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this. Thy harsh-rude tongne sound this unpleasing news! Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as trae, What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thce In this appeal, as thou art ail unjust: To make a second fall of cursed man!
Avd, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'a ! To prove it on thee, to the extremest point Dar'st thou, thon little better thing than earth, of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar'st. Divine his downtal ! Say, where, when, and how, Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, Cam'st thou by these ill-tidings! speak, thou wretch. And never brandish more revengefal steel
Gard. Pardon me, madamn: little joy have I, Over the glittering helmet of my foe! To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true. Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn AuKing Richard, le is in the mighty hold
And spur thee on with full as many lies (merle; of Bolingbroke; their fortones both are weigh'd : As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,
From sun to sun : there is my honour's pawn ; And some few vanities that make him light;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at Besides himself, are all the English peers,
I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
Call : And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. To answer twenty thousand such as you. Post you to London, and you'll find it so ;
Surry. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well I speak no more than every one doth know.
The very time Aumerle and you did talk. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot, Fitz. My lord, 'tis true : you were in presence then; Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
And you can witness with me, this is true. And am I last that knows it !0, thou think'st
Surry. As false, by heaven, as beaven itself is true. To serve me last, that I may longest keep
Fitz. Surry, thou liest.
That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
In earth as quiet as thy father's scull. I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow.
In proof wbereof, there is my honour's pawn; Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be no Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse ! worse,
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
I dare meet Surry in a wilderness,
And lies, and lies : there is my bond of faith,
A amerle is guilty of my true appeal :
Besides, I heard the banish'a Norfolk say,
That thou, Auruerle, didst send two of thy men SCENE I. London. Westminster Hall.
To execute the noble duke at Calais.
Aum. Some lionest Christian trust me with a gage, The Lords spiritual on the right side of the Throne, That Norfolk lies.: here do I throw down this,
The Lords temporal on the left, the Commons be- If he may be repeal'a to try his lionour. low. Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Surry, Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, another Lord, Bi- Till Norfolk be repeal'a : repeal'd be shall be,
Doling. These differences shall all rest under gage, shop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, arid Al- And, though mine enemy, restor'd again tendants. Officers behini, with Bagot.
To all his land and signories; when he's return'd, Boling. Call forth Bagot:
Against Aumerle we will enforce bis trial. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind ;
Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; Many a time hath banish'a Norfolk fought Who wrought it with the king, and who performid For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field The bloody office of his timeless end.
Streaming the ensigo of the Christian cross, Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerie. Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens : Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself
Bagoi. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. His body to that pleasant conntry's earth, In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted, And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ; I heard you say,--Is not my arm of length,
Under whose colours he had fought so long. That reacheth from the restful English court
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?
Car. As sure as I live, my lord. Amongst much other talk, that very time,
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
of good old Abraham !--- Lords appellants, (bosom The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,
Your differences shall all rest under gage,
Till we assign you to your days of trial.
Enter York, attended.
Princes, and noble lords, York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee What answer shall I make to this base man? From plume-pluck'd Richard ; who with willing soal Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,
Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields On equal terms to give him chastisement !
To the possession of thy royal hand : Either I must, or have mine honour soilld
Ascend his throne, descending now from bim, With the attainder of his sland 'rous lips-- And long live Henry, of that name the fourth ! There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne. That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, Car. Marry, God forbid !Aud will maintain, what thou hast said, is false, Worst in this royal presence may I speak, In thy heart-blood, though being all too base Yet best beseemning me to speak the irath. To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Would God, that any in this poble presence Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. Were enough noble to be upright judge
Aum. Exceptiog one, I would he were the best of noble Richard ; then true nobless would In all this presence, that hath moy'd me so.
Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, What subject can give sentence on his king? There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine : And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject! By that fair sun that shows me where thou stand'st, Thieves are not judg'a, but they are by to bear,
Although apparent guilt
My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;
My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny : His captain, steward, deputy elect,
God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! Be judg'd, by subject and inferior breath,
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd ; And he himself not present ! 0, forbid it, God, And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all acbiev'd ! Tbat, in a Christian climate, souls retin'd
Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says,
North. No more, but that you read ( Offers a Paper. And if you crown him, let me prophesy,
These accusations, and these grievous crimes, The blood of English shall manure the ground, Committed by your person, and your followers, And future ages groan for this foul act;
Against the state and profit of this land; Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels, That, by confessing them, the souls of men And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars
May deem that you are worthily depos'd. Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound; K. Rich. Must I do so! and musi I ravel out Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,
My weav'd-np follies ? Gentle Northumberland, Shall here in habit, and this land be call's
If thy offences were upon record, The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls. Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop, o, if you rear this house against this house,
To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst, It will the wofullest division prove,
There shouldst thou find one heinous article,That ever fell upon this cursed earth:
Containing the deposing of a king, Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,
And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, Lest child, child's children, cry against you---woe! Mark'd with a blot, dama'd in the book of heaven :
North. Well have you argu'd, sir ; and, for your Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, of capital treason we arrest you here :- [pains, whilst that iny wretchedness doth bait myself, My lord of Westminster, be it your charge
Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your bands, To keep him safely till his day of trial.-
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit! Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,
Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view And water cannot wash away your sin. He may surrender; so we shall proceed
North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these articles. Without suspicion.
K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see : York.
I will be his conduct. [Erit. And yet salt water blinds them not so much,
For I have given here my soul's consent,
To undeck the pompous body of a king;
Make glory base; and sovereignty, a slave; bearing the Crown, &c.
Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant. K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, North. My lord,
[man, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insulting Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd Nor po man's lord ; I have no name, no title,To insinuate, flatier, bow, and bend my knee:- No, not that name was given me at the foot, Gire sorrow leave awhile to tutor me
But 'tis usurp'd : --Alack the heavy day, To this submission. Yet I well remember
That I bave worn so many winters out, The favours of these men : Were they not mine! And know not now what name to call myself! Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me?
0, that I were a mockery king of show, So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve [none. Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, Found truth in all bat one; 1, in twelve thousand, To melt myself away in water drops !-God save the king !-Will no man say, amen? Good king, --great king--and yet not greatly good), Am I both priest and clerk ! well then, amen, An if my word be sterling yet in England, God save the king! although I be not he ;
Let it command a mirror bither straight; And yet, amen, it heaven do think him me.-- That it may show me what a face I have, To do what service am I seot for hither!
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking-glass. Which tired majesty did make thee offer,
[Exit an Altendant. The resignation of thy state and crown
North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth To Henry Bolingbroke.
[the crown ;
Chell. K. Rich. Give me the crown :-Here, consin, seize K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come to Here, on this side, my hand ; on that side, tbine. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland. Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
North. The commons will not then be satistied. That owes two buckets filling one another;
K. Rich. They shall be satisfied : l'll read enough, The emptier ever dancing in the air,
When I do see the very book, indeed, The other down, unseen, and full of water :
Where all my sins are writ, and that's-myself, That bucket down, and full of tears, am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you inount up on high.
Re-enter an Attendant, with a Glass.
K. Rich. My crown I am ; but still my griefs are No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck
Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your Like to my followers in prosperity,
K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my cares Thou dost begaile me! Was this face the face, My care is---loss of eare, by old care done ; (down. That every day under his household root Your care is--gain of care, by new care won: Did keep ten thousand men ? Was this the face, The cares I give, I have, though given away; That, like the sun, did make beholders wink! They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies,
Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown ? And was at last outfac'd by Bolingbroke! K. Rich. Ay, no ; no, ay ;-for I must nothing be; A brittle glory shineth in this face : Therefore, no, po, for I resign to thee.
As brittle as the glory is the face ; Now mark me how I will uodo myself :
[ Dashes the Glass upon the Ground. I give this heavy weight from off my head,
For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport, The pride of kingly sway from oui my heart; How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. With mine own tears I wash away my balı,
Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd With mine own hands I give away my crowe, The shadow of your face. With mive own tongue deny my sacred state,
Say that again. With mine own breath release all duteous paths : The shadow of my sorrow ! Ha! let's see :All pomp and majesty I do forswear ;
'Tis very trae, my griet' lies all within;