Boling. With all my heart I pardon him. Dutch. A God on earth thou art. Boling. But for our trufty brother-in-law, the Abbot, Destruction ftreight fhall dog them at the heels. SCENE IX. Enter Exton and a Servant. [Exeunt. Exton. Didst thou not mark the King, what words he fpake? "Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear? . Was it not fo? Serv. Those were his very words. Exton. Have I no friend? quoth he; he spake it twice, And urg'd it twice together; did he not? Serv. He did. Exton. And fpeaking it, he wiftly look'd on me, go: [Exeunt. SCENE 1 traytors are. They fhall not live within this world, I fwear; Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true. new. SCENE, &c. I Have been ftudying, how to compare • For no thought is contented. The better fort, Against the word; as thus; Come little ones; and then again, It is as hard to come, as for a Camel • And And none contented. Sometimes am I King, Then treafon makes me with my self a beggar, And fo I am. Then crushing penury Perfwades me, I was better when a King; Then am 1 king'd again; and by and by, Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And ftreight am nothing-but what-e'er I am, Nor I, nor any man, that but man is, With nothing fhall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd With being nothing-Mufic do I hear? [Mufic. Ha, ha, keep time: how fow'r fweet music is When time is broke, and no proportion kept? So is it in the mufic of men's lives. And here have I the daintinefs of ear, To fcheck time broke in a diforder'd string; But for the concord of my state and time, Had not an ear to hear my true time broke: I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. For now hath time made me his numbring clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with fighis they jar, Their watches to mine eyes, the outward watch; Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, my time Is pointing ftill, in cleanfing them from tears. f hear. † Brooch, an old word fignifying a Jewel: SCENE XI. Enter Groom. Groom. Hail, royal Prince.* K. Rich. What art? how com'ft thou hither? K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him? Groom. So proudly as he had difdain'd the ground. K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand. This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Would he not ftumble? would he not fall down, (Since pride must have a fall) and break the neck Of that proud man, that did ufurp his back? Forgiveness, horfe; why do I rail on thee, Since thou, created to be aw'd by man, Waft born to bear? I was not made a horse, And yet I bear a burthen like an ass, Spur-gall'd, and tir'd by jaunting Bolingbroke. royal Prince. K. Rich. Thanks, noble Peer. The cheapest of us, is ten groats too dear, fometime, for formerly. SCENE SCENE XII. Enter Keeper with a dish. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer flay. [To the Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart fhall fay. Keep. My lord, will't pleafe you to fall to? [Exit. K. Rich. Tafte of it firft, as thou wert wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not for Sir Pierce of Exton, Who late came from the King, commands the contrary.' K. Rich. The Dev'l take Henry of Lancaster, and thee. Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. [Beats the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help. Enter Exton and Servants. K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude affault? Wretch, thine own hand yields thy death's inftrument; [Snatching a Sword. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [Kills another. [Exton ftrikes him down: That hand fhall burn in never-quenching fire, That ftaggers thus my perfon: thy fierce hand [Dies. Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood, H 3 [Exeunt. SCENE |