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I talk but idly, and you mock at me.

Boling. Lords, you that here are under our arrest, Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland, Procure your sureties for your day of answer : What says King Bolingbroke? will bis majesty Little are we beholden to your love, [TO CARL. Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? And little look'd for at your helping hands. North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend

| Re-enter YORK, with King Richard, and Officers To speak with you; may't please you to come down? K. Rich. Down, down, I come like glistering

bearing the crown, ge. Phaeton,

K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

Before I have shook off the regal thoughts [North, retires to BOLING. Wherewith I reigned? I hardly yet have learn'd In the base court ? Base court, where kings grow

To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee :base,

Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. To this submission. Yet I will remember In the base court? Come down? Down court: The favours of these men ; Were they not mine? down king!

Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me? For night-owls shriek, where mountain larks So Judas did to Christ : but he in twelve,

should sing.' (Exeunt from above. Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand, Boling. What says his majesty ?

none, North.

. Sorrow and grief of heart God save the king !- will no man say, amen ? Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man;

Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. Yet he is come.

God save the king ! although I be not he ;

And yet, amen, if Heaven do think bim me.Enter King RICHARD, and his Attendants below. To do what service am I sent for hither? Baling. Stand all apart,

York. To do that office of thine own good will And show fair duty to his majesty,

Which tired majesty did make the offer,My gracious lord,

[Kneeling. The resignation of thy state and crown K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely To Henry Bolingbroke.

K. Rich. Give me the crown :-Here, cousin, To make the base earth proud with kissing it:

seize the crown; Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, Here, on this side my hand; on that side thine. Than my unpleas’u eye see your courtesy.

Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
Up, cousin, up; your heart is up I know, | That owes two buckets filling one another;
Thus high at least (touching his own head], although | The er
your knee be low.

The other down, unseen, and full of water: Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine That bucket down, and full of tears, am I, own.

Drinking my griets, whilst you mount up on high. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, Boling. I thought you bad been willing to resign. and all,

K. Rich. My crown I am, but still my griefs Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,

are mine : As my true service shall deserve your love. You may my glories and my state depose, K. Rich. Well you deserve :-They well deserve But not my griets; still am I king of those. to have,

Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown ? That know the strong'st and surest way to get. K. Rich. Ay, no, no, ay: for I must nothing Uncle, give me your band : nay, dry your eyes;

be; Tears show their love, but want their remedies. | Therefore no, no, for I resign to thee. Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Now mark me how I will undo myself:Though you are old enough to be my heir. I give this heavy weight from off my head, What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, For do we must what force will have us do. The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; Set on towards London :-Cousin, is it so ?

With mine own tears I wash away my balm, Boling. Yea, my good lord.

With mine own hands I give away my crown, K. Rich.

Then I must not say no. With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
(Flourish. Exeunt. With mine own breath release all duteous oaths :

All pomp and majesty I do fors Wear;
SCENE.-Westminster Hall. BOLINGBROKE in

| My manors, rents, revenues, I forego; council.

My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny: York. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee God pardon all oaths that are broke to me! From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing | God keep all vows unbroke are made to thee ! soul

Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd; Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd! To the possession of thy royal hand:

Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit, Ascend his throne, descending now from him, | God save King Henry, unking'd Richard says, And long live Henry, of that name the fourth! And send him many years of sunshine days! Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal What more remains ? throne.


No more, but that you read Fetch hither Richard, that in common view

[Offering a paper. He may surrender; so we shall proceed

These accusations, and these grievous crimes, Without suspicion.

Committed by your person, and your followers, York.

I will be his conduct. [Exit. Against the state and profit of this land;

That by confessing them, the souls of men

Re-enter Attendant, with a glass. May deem that you are worthily depos’d. Give me that glass, and therein will I read.

K. Rich. Must I do so! and must I ravel out No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck My weav'd-up follies! Gentle Northun berland, So many blows upon this face of mine, If thy offences were upon record,

And made no deeper wounds ?-0, flattering glass, Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop, Like to my followers in prosperity, To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face There should'st thou find one heinous article, That every day under his household roof Containing the deposing of a king,

Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face
And crackling the strong warrant of an oath, | That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?
Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of Hea- Is this the face which fac'd so many follies,

That was at last outfac'd by Boling broke?
Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, A brittle glory shineth in his face;
Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, As brittle as the glory in the face;
Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,

[Dashes the glass against the ground.
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates For there it is, crack'd in an hundred shivers.
Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, | Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport, -
And water cannot wash away your sin.

How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. North. My lord, despatch; read over these articles. | Boling. The shadow of your sorrow bath deK. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot

stroy'd see:

The shadow of yourself. And yet salt water blinds them not so much, K. Rich.

Ha, say that again. But they can set a sort of traitors here.

The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see:-Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

'Tis very true, my grief lies all within ; I find myself a traitor with the rest :

And these external manners of laments For I have given here my soul's consent

Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, To undeck the pompous body of a king;

That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul; Make glory base; a sovereignty a slave;

There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, Proud majesty a subject; state a peasant. For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st North. My lord,

Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insult- How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, ing man,

And then be gone, and trouble you no more.
Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, Shall I obtain it ?
No, not that name was given me at the font, Boling. Name it, fair cousin.
But 'tis usurp'd :- Alack the heavy day,

K. Rich. Fair cousin ? I am greater than a king; That I have worn so many winters out,

For when I was a king, my flatterers And know not now what name to call myself! Were then but subjects; being now a subject, Good king,-great king – (and yet not greatly I have a king here to my flatterer. good).

Being so great, I have no need to beg. And if my word be sterling yet in England,

Boling. Yet ask. Let it command a mirror bither straight,

K. Rich, And shall I have ? That it may show me what a face I have,

Boling. You shall. Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking. Boling. Whither glass.

[Exit an Attendant. K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth

sights. come.

Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the K. Rich. Fiend ! thou torment'st me ere I come

Tower. to hell.

K. Rich. O, good! Convey ?- Conveyers are Boling. Urge it no more, my Lord Northumber

you all, land.

That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. North. The commons will not then be satisfied. [Exit King Richard, some Lords, and a Guard.

K. Rich. They shall be satisfied ; I'll read enough, Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set When I do see the very book indeed

down Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves. [Exeunt.


SCENE.- Outside the Tower. Richard, attending To grim necessity; and he and I
Guards, the Queen and Ladies.

Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do And cloister thee in some religious bouse : not so,

Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, To make my end too sudden : learn, good soul, Which our profane hours there have stricken down. To think our former state a happy dream;

Queen. What, is my Richard buth in shape and Form which awak'd, the truth of what we are

mind Shows us but this : I am sworn, brother, sweet, Transform’d and weaken'd? Hath Bolingbroke

Kiss again.

Depos'd thine intellect? Hath he been in thy | Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here ; heart!

Better far off than near, be ne'er the near. The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,

Go count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans. And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage Queen. So longest way shall have the longest To be o’erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,

moans. Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod;

K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way And fawn on rage with base humility,

being short, Which art a lion, and a king of beasts?

And piece the way out with a heavy heart. K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed'; if aught Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, but beasts,

Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. I bad been still a happy king of men.

One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. France:

[They kiss. Think I am dead; and that even here thou tak’st Queen. Give me mine own again ;'twere no As from my death-bed, my last living leave.

good part, In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire

To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart.
With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales
Of woeful ages, long ago betid:

So, now I have mine own again, begone,
And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, That I may strive to kiil it with a groan.
Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,

K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond And send the hearers weeping to their beds.

delay; For why, the senseless brands will sympathize Once more, adieu ; the rest let sorrow say. The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,

(Exeunt. And, in compassion, weep the fire out :

SCENE.- Description of RICHARD's and BOLING-
And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,
For the deposing of a rightful king.

BROKE's entry into London.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended.

Duch. My lord, you told me you would tell the North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is

rest, cbang’d:

When weeping made you break the story off, You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. Of our two cousins coming into London. And, madam, there is order ta’en for you ;

York. Where did I leave ? With all swift speed you must away to France. Duch,

At that sad stop, my lord, K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows withal

tops, The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head. The time shall not be many hours of age

York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Boling, More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head,

Shall break into corruption; thou shalt think, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,
Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, Which bis aspiring rider seem'd to know,
It is too little, helping him to all :

With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, And he shall think that thou, wbich know'st the While all tongues cried—God save thee, Boling. way

broke! To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, You would have thought the very windows spake, Being ne'er so little urg'd another way,

So many greedy looks of young and old
To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. Through casements darted their desiring eyes
The love of wicked friends converts to fear;

Upon bis visage; and that all the walls,
That fear to hate; and hate turns one, or both, With painted imagery,* had said at once,-
To worthy danger, and deserved death.

Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke! ; North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Take leave, and part; for you must part forth with. Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck,

K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd :- Bad man, ye violate Bespake them thus, -I thank you, countrymen : A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me;

| And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. And then betwixt me and my married wife.

Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;

whilst ? And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. | York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, Part us, Northumberland : I towards the north, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime. Are idly bent on him that enters next, My queen to France ; from whence, set forth in Thinking his prattle to be tedious: pomp,

Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes She came adorned bither like sweet May,

Did scowl on Richard, no man cried, God save him; Sent back like Hallowmas, or short’st of day No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home :

Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part? | But dust was thrown upon his sacred bead;
K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
heart from heart.

| His face still combating with tears and smiles, Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me. The badges of bis grief and patience, North. That were some love, but little policy. That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeld Queen, Then whither he goes, thither let me go. The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one And barbarism itself have pitied him. woe.

*Tapestry hung from the windows.

But Heaven hath a hand in these events; | With much ado, at length have gotten leave
To wbose high will we bound our calm contents. To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.
To Boling broke are we sworn subjects now, O, how it yearn'd my heart, when I beheld,
Whose state and honour I for aye allow.

In London streets that coronation day,
[Exeunt. When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary!

That horse that thou so often hast bestrid;
SCENE.- A Room in the Tower.

That horse that I so carefully have dress’d!
K. Rich. I have been studying how to compare K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle
This prison, where I live, unto the world :

friend, And, for because the world is populous,

How went be under him ? And here is not a creature but myself,

Groom. So proudly as if he had disdain'd the I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.

ground. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul;

K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his My soul, the father.

back! And these same thoughts people this little world; That jarle hath eat bread from my royal hand; In humours like the people of this world, This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Por no thought is contented. The better sort, Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down As thoughts of things divine,-are intermix'd (Since pride must have a fall), and break the neck With scruples, and do set the faith itself

Of that proud man that did usurp his back ? Against the faith :

Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, Thus play I, in one person, many people, Since thou, created to be aw'd by man, And none contented : Sometimes am I a king, | Wast born to bear. I was not made a horse; Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar, And yet I bear a burthen like an ass, And so I am : Then crushing penury

Spur-gall’d, and tir’d, by jauncing Bolingbroke. Persuades me I was better when a king;

[Exit Groom. Then am I king'd again: and by-and-by, Think that I am unking'd by Boling broke,

Enter Exton, and Servants, armed.
And straight am nothing :--But, whate'er I am,
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,

K. Rich. How now? what means death in this With nothing'shall be pleas'd till he be eas'd

rude assault? With being nothing. Music do I hear? [Music.

Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's instruHa, ha! keep time :-How sour sweet music is,

ment. (Snatching a weapon, and killing one. When time is broke, and no proportion kept!

Go thou, and fill another room in hell. So is it in the music of men's lives.

[He kills another, then Exton strikes him down. And here have I the daintiness of ear,

That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, To check time broke in a disorder'd string;

That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce But, for the concord of my state and time,

hand Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.

Hath with the king's blood stain’d the king's own I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.


Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high ; Enter GROOM,

Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. Groom. Hail, royal prince !

[Dies. K. Rich.

Thanks, noble peer; Exton. As full of valour as of royal blood : The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. Both have I spilt; 0 would the deed were good ! What art thou ? and how comest thou hither, For now the devil, that told me I did well, Where no man ever comes, but that sad dog Says that this deed is chronicled in hell. That brings me food, to make misfortune live? This dead king to the living king I'll bear.

Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, Take hence the rest, and yive them burial here. When thou wert king ; who, travelling towards

[Exit. York,



KING HENRY The Fourth.
HENRY, Prince of Wales, 2







} of the King's party.

enemies to the



SCENE.-King HENRY in Council at West- Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; minster.

| As by discharge of their artillery,

And shape of likelihood, the news was told; Enter WESTMORELAND, BLUNT, and others.

For he that brought them, in the very heat K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, | And pride of their contention did take horse, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,

Uncertain of the issue any way. And breathe short-winded accents of new broils, K. Hen. Here is a dear and true industrious To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote.

friend, No more the thirsty entrance of this soil

Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; Stain'd with the variation of each soil No more shall trenching war channel hier fields, Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours : Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs And he hath brought us smooth and welcome Of hostile paces: Therefore, friends,

news: As far as to the sepulchre of Christ

The Earl of Douglas is discomfted; (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and-twenty knights, We are impressed and engag'd to fight),

Balk'd in their own blood, did Sir Walter see Forthwith a power of English shall we levy : On Holmedon's plains : Of prisoners, Hotspur To chase these pagans, in those holy fields,

Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet, Mordake earl of Fife, and eldest son
Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd, To beaten Douglas; and the earl of Athol,
For our advantage, on the bitter cross.

Of Murray, Angus, and Mentı ith.
But this our purpose is a twelvemonth old, And is not this an honourable spoil ?
And bootless 'tis to tell you, we will go;

A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not?
Therefore we meet not now :-Then let me hear West. In faith,
Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,

It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
What yesternight our council did decree,

K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and In forwarding this dear expedience.

mak'st me sin, West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, In envy that my lord Northumberland And many limits of the charge set down

Should be the father of so bless'd a son : But yesternight: when, all athwart, there came A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue ; A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news; | Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; Those worst was,--that the noble Mortimer, Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride : Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight

Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, Against the irregular and wild Glendower, See riot and dishonour stain the brow Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'u, And a thousand of his people butchered.

That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd K. Hen. It seems, then, that the tidings of this in cradle-clothes our children where they lay, broil

And callid mine Percy, his Plantagenet! Brake off our business for the Holy Land. Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. West. This, match'd with other like, my gra- | But let him from my thoughts :- What think you, cious lord,

coz', For more uneven and unwelcome news

Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners, Came from the north, and thus it did import : Which he in his adventure hath surpris'd, On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there, To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald,

I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. That ever-valiant and approved Scot,

West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is At Holmedon met,


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