His glittering arms he will commend to ruft,
His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
To faithful fervice of your majefty.
This fwears he, as he is a prince, is juft;

And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.

K. Rich. Northumberland, fay, thus the king returns ;

His noble cousin is right welcome hither;

And all the number of his fair demands
Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction :
With all the gracious utterance thou haft,

Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.

We do debase ourself, coufin, do we not, [To AUMERLE. To look fo poorly, and to speak so fair?

Shall we call back Northumberland, and fend

Defiance to the traitor, and fo die?

Aum. No, my good lord; let's fight with gentle words,,
Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords.
K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this tongue of mine,
That laid the fentence of dread banishment

On yon proud man, fhould take it off again
With words of footh! O, that I were as great
As is my grief, or leffer than my name!
Or that I could forget what I have been!

Or not remember what I must be now!

Swell'ft thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.

dum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke, K. Rich. What must the king do now? Muft he fubmit? The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd? The king shall be contented. Muft he lofe The name of king? o'God's name, let it I'll give my jewels, for a fet of beads i My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage;

go:

My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;
My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;
My scepter, for a palmer's walking-staff;
My fubjects, for a pair of carved faints;
And my large kingdom for a little grave,
A little little grave, an obfcure grave :-
Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,
Some way of common trade, where fubjects' feet
May hourly trample on their fovereign's head:
For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live;
And, buried once, why not upon my head?
Aumerle, thou weep'ft; My tender-hearted coufin !-
We'll make foul weather with despised tears;
Our fighs, and they, shall lodge the fummer corn,
And make a dearth in this revolting land.
Or fhall we play the wantons with our woes,
And make fome pretty match with shedding tears ?
As thus: To drop them ftill upon one place,
Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
Within the earth; and, therein laid,―There lies
Two kinfmen, digg'd their graves with weeping eyes?
Would not this ill do well?-Well, well, I fee
I talk but idly, and you mock at me.—
Moft mighty prince, my lord Northumberland,
What fays king Bolingbroke? will his majesty
Give Richard leave to live till Richard die ?
You make a leg, and Bolingbroke fays-ay.

North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend
To speak with you; may't please you to come down.
K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like gliftering Phaeton,
Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

[NORTH. retires to BOLING. In the base court? Bafe court, where kings grow base, To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace.

In the bafe court? Come down? Down, court! down

king!

For night-owls fhriek, where mounting larks fhould fing.

Boling. What fays his majesty?

North.

[Exeunt, from above.

Sorrow and grief of heart

Makes him fpeak fondly, like a frantick man :

Yet he is come.

Enter King RICHARD, and his Attendants, below.

Boling. Stand all apart,

And how fair duty to his majesty.

My gracious lord,

[Kneeling.

K. Rich. Fair coufin, you debafe your princely knee, To make the bafe earth proud with kiffing it:

Me rather had, my heart might feel your love,
Than my unpleas'd eye fee your courtefy.

Up, coufin, up; your heart is up, I know,

Thus high at least, [Touching his own bead.] although your

knee be low.

Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my moft redoubted lord,

As my true service fhall deferve your love.

K. Rich. Well you deserve :-They well deferve to have, That know the strong'ft and fureft way to get.

Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes;
Tears show their love, but want their remedies.-
Coufin, I am too young
to be
your father,
Though you are old enough to be my heir.
What you will have, I'll give, and willing too;
For do we muft, what force will have us do.-
Set on towards London :-Coufin, is it fo?

Boling.

Enter the Queen, and two Ladies.

Queen. What fport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care ?

1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.

Queen.

The world is full of rubs, and that
Runs 'gainft the bias.

1 Lady.

'Twill make me think,

Madam, we will dance.
Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight,
When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:
Therefore, no dancing, girl; fome other sport.
1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.

Queen.

Lady. Of either, madam.

Queen.

Of forrow, or of joy?

Of neither, girl :
For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of forrow ;
Or if of grief, being altogether had,
It adds more forrow to my want of joy :
For what I have, I need not to repeat;
And what I want, it boots not to complain.
1 Lady. Madam, I'll fing.

Queen. 'Tis well, that thou haft caufe; But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou weep. 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you good. Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me good,

And