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K. Rich. Give me the crown :-Here, cousin, feize the
Boling. I thought, you had been willing to resign.
K. Rich. My crown, I am ; but still my griefs are inine : You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those. Boling. Part of your cares you gave me with
your crown. K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my cares down. My care ism-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 ftay.
Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown?
K. Rich, Ay, no ;-no, ay ;-for I must nothing be; Therefore no no, for I resign to thee. Now mark me how I will undo myself :I give this heavy weight from off my head, And this unwieldy scepter from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; With mine own tears I wash away my balm, With mine own hands I give away my crown, With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, With mine own breath release all duteous oaths : All pomp and majesty I do forswear ; My manors, rents, revenues, I forego; My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny : God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee !
[Offering a paper.
K. Rich. Must I do so ? and must I ravel out
North. My lord, despatch ; read o'er these articles.
K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see :
Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
North. My lord,
K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insulting man, Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, No, not that name was given me at the font, But 'tis usurp'd :-Alack the heavy day, That I have worn so many winters out, And know not now wliat name to call myself! O, that I were a mockery, king of snow, Standing before the fun of Bolingbroke, To melt myself away in water-drops !Good king,-great king,-(and yet not greatly good) An if my word be sterling yet in England, Let it command a mirror hither straight; That it may show me what a face I have, Since it is bankrupt of his majesty. Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking-glais.
[Exit an Attendant. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth come. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come to hell. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland. North. The commons will not then be satisfied.
K. Rich. They shall be satisfied : I'll read enough,
Re-enter Attendant, with a glass.
Give me that glafs, and therein will I read.
No deeper wrinkles yet ?- Hath sorrow struck
[Dashes the glass against the ground.
Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow of
face. K. Rich.
Say that again.
Boling Name it, fair cousin.
K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why, I am greater than a king : For, when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but subjects; being now a subject,
I have a king here to my flatterer.
Boling. Yet afk.
K. Rich. O, good! Convey? --Conveyers are you all, That rise thus niinbly by a true king's fall.
[Exeunt K. RICHARD, fome Lords, and a guard. Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves.
[Exeunt all but the Abbot, bishop of Carlisle, and
Car. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn
Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot
Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein,