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Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves? Cry, woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay;
So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, The worst is--death, and death will have bis day.
Who all this while hath revelld in the night, Scroop. Glad am I, that your bigliness is su arnid
Whilst we were wand'ring with the antipodes,- l'o bear the tidings of calamity.
Shall see us rising in our throne the east,

51 Like an unseasonable stormy day, His treasons will sit blushing in his face,

Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, Not able to endure the sight of day,

As if the world were ali dissolv’d to tears; But, self-atfrighted, tremble at his sin.

so high above his limits sweils the rage Not all the water in the rough rude sea

Of Bolingbroke, covering your tearful land Can wash the balm from an anointed king; 10 With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than steel. The breath of worldly men cannot depose

Whitebeardshavearm’dtheir thin andhairlessscalps The deputy elected by the Lord:

Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices, For every man that Bolingbrokie hatb prest, Strive to speak big, and clasp their female joints To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay 15 Thy very beadšmen' learn to bend their bows A glorious angel: then, if angels night,

or double-fatal yew against thy state; Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the Yea, distaff women manage rusty bills right.

.I gainst thy seat: both young and old rebel, Enter Salisbury.

And all goes worse than I have power to tell. [ill. Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your power: 20 K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tellst a tale so

Sal. Nor near, nor further ott, my gracious lord, Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? Than this weak arm: Discontort guides iny What is become of Bushy? where is Greens tongue,

That they have let the dangerous enemy, And bids me speak of nothing but despair. Measure our contines with such peaceful steps? One day too late, I fear, my noble lord, 25 If we prevail, their heads shall


for it. Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth : I warrant,they have made peace with Bolingbroke. Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return,

Scroop. Peace have they made with him, inAnd thou shalt have twelvethousand fighting men!

deed, my lord.

[demption! To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late,

K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damned without reO'erthrows thy joys,friends, fortune, and thy state;30 Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! [heart ! For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, Snakes, in iny heart-blood warm'd, that sting my Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers'd, and fled. Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! dum. Comfort, my liege; Why looks your Would they make peace? Terrible hell make war grace so pale?

[men Cpon their spotted souls for this offence! K. Rich. But now the blood of twenty thousand 35 Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property,

Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate:And 'till so much blood thither come again, Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made

Have I not reason to look pale and dead ? With heads, and not with hands; those whom you All souls that will be safe, fly from my side ;

cursey For time hath set a blot upon my pride. [are. 40 !Iave felt the worst of death's destroying wound,

Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who you And lie full low, grar'd in the hollow ground.

K. Rich. I had forgot myself: am I not king? Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of WiltAwake, thou cowardly majesty! thou sleepest.

shire dead? Is not the king's name forty thousand names ? Scroop. Yea,all of them at Bristol lost their heads. Arm, arm, my name; a puny subject strikes 45 lum. Where is the duke my tather with his At thy great glory: ---Look not to the ground,


[speak: Ye favourites of a king; Are we not high?

K. Rieh. No matter where; of comfort no man High be our thoughts: I know, my uncle York Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Hath power enough to serve our iurn. But who Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Comes here?

50 Write sorrow on the boson of the earth. Enter Scroop.

[liege, Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills:Scroop. More health and happiness botide iny And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath, Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver hinı! Save our deposed bodies to the ground?

K. Rich. Mine earisopen,and my heart prepard; Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, The worst is worldly loss, thou canst uniold. 55 And nothing can we call our own but death ; Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas niy care; And that small model of the barren earth, And what loss is it, to be rid of care?

Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?

For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, Greater he shall not be; if he serve God,

And tell sad stories of the death of kings:We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so. 60 How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Revolt our subjects that we cannot mend; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos’d; They break their faith to God, as well as us : Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill’d;

· The king's beadsmen were his chaplains. Called so, because the leaves of the yew are poison, and the wood is employed for instruinents of death, Si. e, mould.


All murder'd:-For within the hollow crown, K. Rich. He does me double wrong,
That rounds the mortal temples of the king, That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
Keeps Death his court : and there the antic' sits Discharge my followers, let bim hence ;--Away,
Scotting his state, and grinning at his pomp ; From Richard's night, to Bolingbroke's fair day.
Allowing him a breath, a little scene

[Exeunt. To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks ;

Infusing him with self and vain conceit, -
As if this flesh, which walls about our life,

The Camp of Bolingbroke, before Flint Castle. Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus, Enter zeith drums and colours, Bolingbroke, Comes at the last, and with a little pin

10 York, Northumberland, and Attendants. Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood The Welshmen are dispers’d; and Salisbury With solemn reverence; tbrow away respect, Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, Tradition”, form, and ceremonious duty, With some few private friends upon this coast. For you have but mistook me all this wbile: 15 North. The news is very fair and goud, iny lord; I live on bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Richard, not far from henci, hath hid bis head. Need friends ;-Subjected thus,

York.It would beseem the lord Northumberland How can you say to me~I am a king ?

To say-king Richard:-Alack the heavy day, Curl. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their pre- When such a sacred king should hide his head? sent woes,

20 North. Your grace mistakes; only to be brief, But presently prevent the ways to wail.

Left I his title out. To fear the fue, since fear oppresseth strength, York. The time hath been, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, Would you have been so brief with bim, he would And so your follies fight against yourself

. Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, Fear, and be slain: no worse can come, to fight : 25 For taking so the head', the whole head's length. And light and die, is death destroying death'; Boling. Mistake not, uncle, farther than you Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath.


[should, Aum. My father hath a power, enquire of him ; York. Take not, good cousin, farther than you And learn to make a body of a limb.

Lest you mis-take: The heavensareo'er your head. K. Rich. Thou chid'st ine well :-- Proud B0-30 Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose net lingbroke, I come

Myselt against their will.—But who comes here? To change blows with thee for our day of doom.

Enter Percy. This ague-fit of fear is over-blown;

Welcome, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? An easy task it is, to win our own.-

Percy. The castle royally is mann’d, my lord,
Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power: 35 Against thy entrance.
Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour. Boling. Royally! Why, it contains ne king?

Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky Percy. Yes, my good lord,
The state and inclination of the day;

It doth contain a king; king Richard lies
So may you by my dull and heavy eye,

Within the limits of yon lime and stone; My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. 40 And with him lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, I play the torturer, by small and small,

Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:- Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn. Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke'; North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. And all your northern castles yielded up;

Boling. Noble lord,

[To North. And all your southern gentlemen in armis 15 Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Upon his party.

Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.-

Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth Harry of Bolingbroke, on both his knees,

[To lumerle. Doth kiss king Richard's hand; Of that sweet way I was in to despair!

50 And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, What say you now?»what comfort have we now? To his most royal person); hither come By heaveri, I'll hate him everlastingly,

Even at his feei to lay my arms and power; That bids me be of comfort any more.

Provided that, my banishment repeald, Go, to Flint castle; there I'll pine away;

And lands restor'd again, be freely granted : A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. |55|If not, I'll use the advantage of my power, That power I have, discharge ; and let them go And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, To ear the land' that hath some hope to grow, Rain'd froin the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: For I have none:-Let no man speak again The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingo To alter this, for counsel is but vain.

broke Aum. My liege, one word.

16ollt is, such crimson tempest should bedrench This alludes to the antic or fool of old farces, whose principal business is to ridicule the graver and more splendid personages. * Tradition seems here used for traditional practices. 3 The meaning is, to die fighting, is to return the evil that we suffer, to destroy the destroyers. i.e, to plough it. 'To take the head is, is to take undue liberties.



The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, |Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand, My stooping duty tenderly shall shew.

And by the honourable townb he swears, Go, signify as much: while here we march That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.

And by the royalties of both your bloods,
Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, 5 Currents that spring from one most gracious head;
That from this castle's totter'd battlements And by the bury'd hand of warlike Gaunt;
Our fair appointments may be well perus’d. And by the worth and honour of himself,
Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet Comprising all that may be sworn or said;-
With po less terror than the elements

His coming hither bath no farther scope,
Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock 10 Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. Enfranchisement immediate on his knees:
Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:

Which on thy royal party granted once,
The rage be his, while on the earth I rain His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
My waters; on the earth, and not on hiin. His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
March on, and mark king Richard how he looks. 15 To faithful service of your majesty.
A parle sounded, and answered by another trum- This swears he, as he is a prince, is just;

pet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls King And as I am a gentleman, I credit him. Richard, the Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, K. Rich. Northumberland, say,—thus the king Scroop, and Salisbury.

returns:York. See, see, king Richard doth hinıself appear, 20His noble cousin is right welcome hither; As doth the blushing discontented sun

And all the number of his fair demands From out the fiery portal of the east;

Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction: When he perceives, the envious clouds are bent With all the gracious utterance thou hast, To dim his glory, and to stain the tract

Speak to his gentle hearing kind commendsOf his bright passage to the occident.

25 We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, [To Aum. Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, To look so poorly, and to speak so fair ? As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth

Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Controling majesty: Alack, alack, for woe, Defiance to the traitor, and so die? [words, 'That any harm should stain so fair a show! Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have 30|'Till time Jend friends, and friends their helpful we stood

[To North.

[of inine, To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,

K. Rich. Oh God! oh God! that e'er this tongue Because we thought ourself thy lawful king; That laid the sentence of dread banishment And if we be, how dare thy joints forget

On yon proud man, should take it off again To pay their awful duty to our presence?

35 With words of sooth?! Oh, that I were as great If we be not, shew us the hand of God

As is my grief, or lesser than my name! That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; Or that I could forget what I have been ! For well we know, no hand of blood and bone Or not remember what I must be now! beat, Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre; Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to Unless he do prophane, steal, or usurp. 40 Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. And though you think, that all, as you have done, Aum. Northumberland comes. back from BoHave torn their souls, by turning them from us,


[submit: And we are barren, and bereft of friends ;

K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he Yet know,-my master, God omnipotent, The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd ? Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behalf, 45 The king shall be contented. Must he lose Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike The name of king? o'God's name, let it go :. Your children yet unborn, and unbegot, I'll give my jewels for a set of beads; That lift your vassal hands agaiust my head, My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage; And threat the glory of my precious crown. My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown; Tell Bolingbroke (for yond', 'methinks, he is) 50 My tigur'd goblets, for a dish of wood; That every stride he makes upon my land, My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-stait; Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope My subjects, for a pair of carved saints; The purple testament of bleeding war;

And my large kingdom, for a little grave, But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, A little little grave, an obscure grave :Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons 55 Or I'll be bury'd in the king's bighway, Shah ill become the flower of England's face'; Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace May hourly trample on their sovereign's head : To scarlet indignation, and bedew

For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; Her pasture's grass with faithful English blood. And, bury'd once, why not upon my head? North. The King of heaven forbid, our lord 60 Aumerle, thou weep’st;. My tender-hearted the king

cousin ! Should so with civil and uncivil arms

We'll make foul weather with despised tears; Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin, Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, ļi.e. the flowery surface of England's soil. In this place sooth means sweetness or softness.



And make a dearth in this revolting land.

Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,

And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
As thus ;–Todrop tiem still upon one place,

The Duke of York's garden.
Till they have fretted us a pair of graves


Enter the Queen, and two Ladies. Within the earth; and, therein laid, --There lies Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this Tuo kinsmen digg'd their graves with eveeping cyes?

garden, Would vot this ill do well?-Well, well, I see To drive away the heavy thought of care? I talk but idly, and you mock at me.

Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.

[North. advances. 10 Queen. 'Twill make me think, the world is full Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland,

of rubs, What says king Bolingbroke? Will his majesty And that my fortune runs against the bias. Give Richard leave to live 'till Richard die?

Lady. Madam, we'll dance. You make a leg, and Bolingbroke saysay. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, North. My lord, in the base court' he doth 15 When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief; attend

Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. To speak with you; may't please you to come Lady. Madam, we will tell tales. down.

Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy? K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glist'ring Idy. Of either, madam. Phaeton,

20 2***n. Of neither, girl : Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

For if of joy, being altogether wanting, [North. retires to Bol. It doth remember me the more of sorrow; In the base court? Base court where kings grow Or if of grief, being altogether had, To come at traitors'calls,and do them grace.[base, It adds more sorow to my want of joy: In the base court? Come down? Down, court! 25 For what I have, I need not to repeat ; down, king!

And what I want, it boots not to complain. For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks Lady. Madam, I'll sing. should sing.

[Ereunt, from above. Qucen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause: Boling. What says his majesty?

But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou North. Sorrow and grief of heart


[good. Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man : Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you Yet he is come. [Enter Richard, &c. below. Qucen. And I could weep, would weeping do Boling. Stand all apart,

me good, And shew fair duty to his majesty:

And never borrow any tear of thee. My gracious lord,

[Kneels. 35 But stav, here come the gardeners: K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely Let's step into the shadow of these trees.knee,

My wretchedness unto a row of pins, To make the base earth proud with kissing it:

Enter a Gardener, and tiro servants. Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, They'll talk of state; for every one doth so Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy. 40 Against a change; Woe is fore-run with wne. Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,

[Queen and Ladies retire. Thus high at least, although your knee be low. Gard. Go, bind thou upyon dangling apricocks,

[Touching his own head. Which, like unruly children, make their sire Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight;

45 Give some supportance to the bending twigs.K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, Go thou, and like an esecutioner, and all.

Cut off the heads of too-fast growing sprays, Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, That look too lofty in our commonwealth: As my true service shall deserve your love. All must be even in our government.K. Rich. Well you deserve:- They well de-50 You thus employ'd, I will go root away serve to have,

The noisome weeds, that without protit suck That know the strongest and surest way to get.- The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes; Sero. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, Tears shew their love, but want their remedies.- Keep law, and form, and due proportion, Cousin, I am too young to be your father, 55 Shewing, as in a model, our firm state; Though you are old enough to be my heir. When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers choak'd up, For do we inust, what force will have us do.- Her fruit-trees all unprun’d, her hedges ruin'd, Set on towards London:-Cousin, is it so? Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome berbs Boling. Yea, my good lord.

60 Swarming with caterpillars? K. Rick. Then I must not say, no.

Gard. Hold thy peace:
[blourish. Exeunt. He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring,
Bas cour, Fr, a i.e. foolishly.




Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth, The weeds, that his broad spreading leaves did Divine his downfal? Say, where, wheu, and how, shelter,

Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? Speak, thou That seem'd, in eating him, to hold him up,

wretch. Are pull'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke; 5 Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. To breathe these news, yet, what I say is true. Serr. What, are they dead?

King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Gard. They are; and Bolingbroke

Of Boiingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh’d: Hath seiz’d the wasteful king. -What pity is it, In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, That he had not so trimm’d and dress'd his land, 10 And some few vanities that make him light; As we this garden! who at time of year

But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Do weyund the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; Besides himself, are all the English peers, Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood, And with that odds he weighsking Richard down... With too much riches it confound itself:

Post you to London, and you'll find it so: Had he done so to great and growing men, 151 speak no more than every one doth know. They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches Doth not thy embassage belong to me, (toot, We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: And am I last that knows it? Oh, thou think'st Had he done so, hiniself had borne the crown, To serve me last, that I may longest keep Whichwaste and idle hours hath quite thrown down. 20 Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go, Sero. What think you then, the king shall be To meet at London London's king in woe. depos’d?

What, was I born to this! that my sad look Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos’d, Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke!Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night Gard'ner, for telling me these news of woe, To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, 25 I would, the plants, thou graft'st, may never grow. That tell black tidings.

[Exeunt Queen und Ladies. Queen. Oh, I am press'd to death, through want Gard. Poor queen? so that thy state might be of speaking !-

no worse, [Coming from her concealment. I would my skill were subject to thy curse.“ Thou old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden, 30 Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, How dares thy harsh tongue sound this unpleasing I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: news?

Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, What Eve, what serpent hatlı suggested thee In the remembrance of a weeping queen. To make a second fall of cursed man?

[Exeunt Gard. und Sert. Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd? 351

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London. The Parliament-House.

“ The oiler of an hundredi thousand crowns, Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Northumberland, “ Than Bolingbroke return to England;

Percy, Ficwater, Surry, Bishop of Curlisle, 45" Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
Abbot of Westminster, Herald, Officers, und “ In this your cousin's death."

Aun. Princes, and noble lords,
Boling. CALL forth Bagot:

What answer shall I make to this base man? Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; Shall I so much dishoncur my fair stars, What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; 50 On equal terms to give him chastiseinent? Who wrought it with the king, and who perform’d Either I must, or have mine honour soild The bloody office of his timeless' end.

With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.-Bagot. Then set before my face the lordAumerle. There is my gage, the manual seal of death, Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that That marks thee out for hell: Thou liest, and

(tongue 55 I will maintain what thou hast said, is false, Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know, your daring In thy heart-blond, though being all too base Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. To stain the temper of my knightly sword. In that dead timewhenGloster's death was plotted, Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up, I heard you say, -" Is not my arm of length, Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best That reacheth from the restful English court 60 In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so. “ As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?”

Fitzw. If that thy valour stand on sympathies’, Amongst much other talk, that very time, (There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: ! Timeless for untimely. Meaning, his high or noble birth. ii. e. upon equality of blood.



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