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By that fair sun that shews me where thou stand’st, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross,
I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens :
That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. And, toil'd with works of war, retir’d himself
If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest; To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, 5 His body to that pleasant country's earth,
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,

Aum. Thou dar'st not coward, live to seethe day. Under whose colours he had fought so long. Fitzw. Now, by my soul, I would it were the Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? hour.

Curl. As sure as I live, my lord. Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damu'd to hell for this. 10 Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to Percy.Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true,

the bosom In this appeal, as thou art all unjust:

Of good old Abraham !--Lords appellants, And, that thou art so, there l throw my gage,

Your ditferences shall all rest under gage, To prove it on thee to the extremnest point 'Till we assign you to your days of trial. Of mortal breathing ! Seize it, if thou dar'st. 15

Enter York, attended. Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee And never brandish more revengeful steel From plume-pluck’a Richard; whowith willing soul Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields Another Lord. I take the earth' to the like, for- To the possession of thy royal hand: sworn Aumerle;

20 Ascend his throne, descending now from him,And spur thee on with full as many lies

And long live Henry, of that name the fourth! As may be halloo'd in thy treacherous ear

Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal Froın sin to sin : there is my honour's pawn: Carl. Marry, God forbid! [throne. Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st. fall:

Worst in his royal presence may I speak, Aum. Who sets me else? By heaven, I'll throw at 25 Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. I have a thousand spirits in one breast,

Would God, that any in this noble presence To answer twenty thousand such as you. Were enough noble to be upright judge

Surry. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well Of noble Richard; then true nobleness would The very time Aumerle and you did talk. Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.

Fitzw.”Tis very true: you were in presence then; 30 What subject can give sentence on his king? And you can witness with me, this is true. And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject?

Surry. As false,by heaven,as heaven itself is true. Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear, Fitzw. Surry, thou liest.

Although apparent guilt be seen in them: Surry. Dishonourable boy!

And shall the figure of God's majesty, That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, 35 His captain, steward, deputy elect, That it shall render vengeance and revenge,

Avointed, crowned, planted many years, Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath, In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.

And he himself not present? O, forbid it, God, In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st. [horse : 40 Should shew so heinous, black, obscene a deed!

Fitzw. How fondly dost thou spur a forward I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. I dare meet Surry in a wilderness,

My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,

is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king: And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, 45. And it you crown him, let me prophesy,-To tie thee to my strong correction.

The blood of English shall manure the ground, As I intend to thrive in this new world',

And future ages groan for this foul act; Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:

Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels, Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars That thou, Aumerle, didst send two ofthy men 50 shall kin with kin, and kind with kiud confound; To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Disorder, horror, fear, and inutiny,
Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage, Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
That Norfolk lies: here do I tirow down this, The field of Golgotha and dead men's sculls.
If he may be repeald to try his honour.

O, if you rear this house against this house,
Boling. These ditferencesshallall rest under gage, 55 It will the wofullest division prove,
'Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeald he shall be, That ever fell upon this cursed earth:
And, though mine enemy, restor'd again

Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,
To all his land and signories; when he's return’d, Lest children's children cry against you-woe!
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

North. Well have you argu’d, sir : and, for Cur. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.- 60

your pains, Alavy a time bath banis'd Norfolk fought Of capital treason we arrest you here: Fur Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian lield My lord of Westminster, be it your charge

Dr. Johnson supposes, that for the earth we should read thy outh. * Meaning, in this world, where I have just begun to be an actor. Suriy has just before called him boy.



To keep him safely 'till his day of trial.-- , [suit : With nine own tears I wash away my balma, May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' With mine own hands I give away my crown, .

Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, He may surrender; so we shall proceed [view With mine own breath release all duteous oaths; Without suspicion.

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pomp and majesty I do forswear; York, I will be his conduct.

[Exit. My manors, rents, revenues, I forego; Boling. Lords, you tbay here are under our My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny: arrest,

God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! Procure your sureties for your days of answer: God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! Little are we beholden to your love, [To Carlisle. 10 Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd; And little look'd for at your helping hands. And thou with all pleas’d, that hast all atchiev'd;

Re-enter York, with king kichuurd. Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit, K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king. And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit! | Before I have skook off the regal thoughts God save king Henry, unking’d Richard says, Wherewith I reign’d? I hardly yet have learn’d 15 And send him many years of sun-shine days To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee:- What more remains ? Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me

North. No more, but that


read To this submission. Yet I well remember These accusations, and these grievous crimes, The favours of these men: Were they not mine? Committed by your person and your followers, Did they not sometime cry, All hail! to me? 20 Against the state and profit of this land; Su Judas did to Christ: but, he in twelve,

That, by confessing them, the souls of men Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thou- May deem that you are worthily depos’d. sand, none.

k. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel out God save the king !-Will no man say, Amen? My weavid-up follies? Gentle Northumberland, Am I both priest and clerk? Well then, Amen. 25 If ihy offences were upon record, God save the king' although I be not he;

Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop, And yet, Amen, it heaven do think him me.- To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st, To do what service, am I sent for hither? There should'st thou find an heinous article,-

York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Containing the deposing of a king, Which tired majesty did make thee ofer, 30 And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, The resignation of thy state and crown

Slark'd with a blot, damo'din the book of heaven:To llenry Bolingbroke.

Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, K. Rich. Give me the crown:-Here, cousin, Whilst that my wretchednesss doth bait myself, --seize the crown;

[thine. Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Here, cousin, on this side, my hand; on that side, 35 shewing an outward pity; yet you Pilates Now is this golden crown like a deep well,

llave here deliver'd me to my sour cross, That owes two buckets filling one another; And water cannot wash away your sin.

[ticles. The emptier ever dancing in the air,

North. My lord, dispatch; read o'er these arThe other down, unseen, and full of water:

K. Rich. Nline eyes are sullof tears, I cannot see: The bucket down, and full of tears, am I, 40 And yet salt-water blinds them not so much, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. But they can see a sort of traitors here.

Boling; I thought you had been willing to resign. Nay, it Iturn mine eyes upon myself, K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs I tind myself a traitor with the rest: are mine:

For I have given here my soul's consent, You may my glories and my state dispose, 45 To undeck the pompous body of a king; Lut not my griets; still am I king of those. Make glory base; a sovereign, a slave; Boling. Part of your cares you give me with Proud majesty, a subject ; state, a peasant. your crown.

North. My lord, K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou laught*, incares down.


sulting man, My care is—-loss of care, by old care done; Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, Your care is--gain of care, by new care won: No, not that name was given me at the font, The cares I give, I have, though given away; But 'tis usurp'd :-Alack the heavy day, They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. That I have worn so many winters out,

Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown: 55 and know not now what name to call myself! K. Rich. Ay, no;--no, ay;--for I must no- Oh, that I were a mockery king of now, thing be;

Stauding before the sun of Bolingbroke, Therefore, no, no, for I resign to thee.

lo melt myself away in water-drops! Now mark me how I will undo myself:-

Goodking--greatking-(and yet not greatlygood) I give this heavy weight from oft my head, 60 An if my word be sterling yet in Englandi

. And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,

[To Bolinr. The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; Let it command a mirror hither straight;

'i.e. the circumstances; the features, ? The oil of consecration, ?i. Con company

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That it may shew me what a face I have, (There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, Since it is bankrupt of his majesty:

For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st Boling. Gosome of you and fetch alooking-glass. Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way Norih. Read o'er this paper, wbile the glass doth How to lanient the cause. I'll beg one boon,

[to hell. 5 And then be gone, and trouble you no more. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come Shall I obtain it? Boling: Urge it no more, my lord Northum-) Boling. Name it, fair cousin. [a king: berland.

K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why, I am greater than North. Thecommons will not then be satisfy'd. For, when I was a king, my Hatterers K. Rich. They shall be satisfy’d; I'll read enough, 10 Were then but subjects; being now a subject, When I do see the very book indeed

I have a king here to my flatterer.
Where all my sins are writ, and that's--myself. Being so great, I have no need to beg.
Enter one, with a glass.

Boliny. Yet ask.
Give me that glass, and therein will I read.- K. Rich. And shall I have ?
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck 151 Boling. You shall.
So many blows upon this face of mine,

K. Rich. Then give me leave to go.
And madeno deeper wounds? --Oh, tlattering glass, Boling. Whither?

sights. Like to my followers in prosperity,

K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your Thou dost beguile me!--- Was this face the face BoingGosome of you,convey biintothe Tower. That every day under his houshold roof 20 K. Rich. Oh, good! convey2-conveyors' are Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face, That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. [Erit. Was this the face that fac'd so many follies,

Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke? Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. [dowa A brittle glory shineth in this face:

25 (Ex. all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carli:l», and Aumerle. [Dashe's the glass against the ground. Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. As brittle as the glory, is the face;

Carl. The woestocome; thechildrenyet unborn For there it is, crack'd in an bundred shivers.-- Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,

Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no piot Hlow soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. 30 Torid the realm of this pernicious blot ?

Boling. The shadow of yoursorrow hath destroy'd Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, The shadow of your face.

You shall not only take the sacrament
K. Rich. Say that again.

To bury inine intents, but also to effect
The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see:- Whatever I shall happen to devise:-
"Tis very true, mý grief lies all within ; 351 see, your brows are full of discontent,
And these external manners of lament,

Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears ; Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,

Come home with me to supper, and I'll lay That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul; (A plot, shall shew us all a merry day. [Éreunt.

you all,


the way


Ah, thou the model where old Troy did stand; A Street in London.

[To k'. Rich.

Thou map of honour; thou king Richard's tomb, Enter Queen, and ladics.

And not hing Richard; thou most beauteous, mi Queen. This way the king will come; this is so Why should hard favour'd grief be lodg’dt

When triumph is become an ale-house gue To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower',

K.Rich.Join not with grief, fairwoman,dou To whose flint hosom my condemned lord To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, Is doom'd a prisoner by jsroud Bolingbroke: To think our former state a happy dream; Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth

155 From which awak'd, the truth of what we are Have any resting for her true king's queen.

Shews us but this : I am sworn brother, sweet, Enter King Richard, and guards.

To grim necessity; and he and I But soft, but see, or rather do not see,

Will keep a league 'till death. lliethee to France, My fair rose wither: Yet look up; behold; And cloister thee in some religions house: That you in pity may dissolve to dew,

60 Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, And wash bin fresh again with true-love tears. Which our profane hours here have stricken down.

j. e. jugglers. ? i. e. to conceal, 3 The Tower of London is said to have been erected by Julius Cæsar.



Queen. What is my Richard both in shape and K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and mind

heart from heart. Transform'd and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke Queen. Barish usboth,and sendtheking with me. Depos’dthine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? North. That were some love, but little policy. The lion, dving, thrustest forth his paw,

Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage K.Rich.Sotwo,together weeping, makeone wou', To be o’erpower’d; and wilt thou, pupil-like,


Peep thou fur me in France, I tor thee here; Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod ? Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near'. And fawn on rage with base humility,

Go,count thy way with sighs; I, mine with groanis.' Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? [beasts, !0 Queen. So longest way shall have the longest

K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but I had been still a happy king of :nen.

K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for

being short, France :

Ind piece the way out with a heavy heart. Think, I anı dead; and that even here thou tak’st 15 Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, As from my death-bed, my last living leave. since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. In winter's tedious nights, sit by the tire

One kiss shall stopour mouths, and dumbly part;With good old folks ; and let them tell thee tales Thus give i mine, and thus take I thy heart. Of woeful ages long ago betid:

[They kiss. And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief", 20 Queen. Give me mine own again;" 'twere no Tell thou the lamentable tall of me,

good part, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. For why, the senseless brands will sympathize

[Kiss again. The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,

So, now I have mine own again, be gone, And, in compassion, weep the tire out:

25 That I may strive to kill it with a groan. And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond For the deposing of a rightful king.

delay: Enter Northumberland, attended.

Once more adicu; the rest let sorrow say. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke i

[Ereunt. chang'd;

30 You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.

And, madam, there is order ta'en for you;

The Duke of York's Palace.
With all swift speed, you must away to France.
K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where-

Enter York, with his Dutchess.

35 Dutch. My lord, you told me, you would tell The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,The time shall not be many hours of age

When weeping made you break the story off More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, Of our two cousins coming into London. Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think,

York. Where did I leave? Though he divide the realın, and give thee half, 40 Dutch. At that sad stop, my lord, It is too little, helping him to all;

[way Where rudemisgovern'd hands, from window tops, And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,

York. Then, as I said, the dike, great BulingBeing ne'er so little urg'd, another way

Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, [broke, To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. 45 Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,The love of wicked friends converts to fear: With slow, but stately pace kept on course, That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both, While all tongues cry'd--God save thee, BulingTo worthy danger, and deserved death.

broke! rt!. My guill be on my head, and there anend. Youwould have thought the very windows spuke, leave, and part; for you must part forthwith.50 So many greedy looks of young and o!d

Rich. Doubly divorc'd ?-Badinen, ye violate Through casements darted their desiring eyes A two-fold marriage; 'twixt my crown and nie; Cpon his visage; and that all the walls, And then betwixt me and my married wife.- With painted imag'ry, had said at once,Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me: Jesu preserve thee! welcome Bolingbroke!

[To the Queen.!55 Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, And yet not so, for with a kiss’twas made.- Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Part us, Northumberland; I towards the north, Bespake them thus, --I thank you, countrymen : Where shivering cold and sickness pinesthe clime; And thus still doing, thus he passed along. My wife to France; from whence, set forth in pomp, Dulch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the She came adorned hither like sweet May, 1601

while ? Sent back like Hollowmas, or short'st of day. York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, Queen. And must we be divided: must we parti After a well grac'd actor leaves the stage,

Meaning, to requite, or repay thein for their mournful stories. 2 i. e. All-hallows, or allhalliwntid; the first of Noveurber, * i. e. to be never the nigher : or, to make no advance towards the good desired.

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Are idly bent on him that enters next,

I will appeach the villain. Thinking his prattle to be tedious :

Duich. IF hat's the matter? Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes York. Peace, foolish woman.

[son? Didscowlon Richard; no mancry'd, God save him: Dutch. I wilnet peace :

What is the matter, Nojoyful tongue gave him his welcome home:

5 Aum. Good mother, be content; it is no more But dust was thrown upon his sacred head; Than my poor life must answer. Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,- Dutch. Thy life answer! His face still combating with tears and siniles,

Enter Sertant, with boots. The badges of his grief and patience,

York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the king. That had not God, for some sirong purpose, steeld 10 Duich. Strike him, Aumerle.-Poor boy, thou The hearts ofmen,they mustperforce, have melted,

art amaz'd:And barbarism itselfhiave pitied him.

Hence, villain; never more come in my sight.But heaven hath a hand in these events;

[Speaking to the scrtant. To whose high will we bound our calm contents. York. Give me my boots, I say, To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,

Dutch. Why, York, what wilt thou do? Whose state and honour I for aye allow.

Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? Enter Aumerle.

Have we more sons? or are we like to have? Dutch. Here comes my son Aumerle.

Is not my teening date drunk up with time? York. Aumerle that was? ;

od wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age,
But that is lost, for being Richard's friend, 20 and rob me of a happy mother's name?
And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: Is be not like thee is he not thine own?
I am in parliament pledge for his truth,

York. Thou fond mad woman,
And lasting fealty to the new-made king. (now, Wilt thou conceal this da k conspiracy?
Dutch. (l'elcome, my son: Who are the violets

A dozen of them here have ta’en the sacrament, That strew the green-lap of the new.come spring:|25|And interchangeably set down their hands,

Aum. Madam, I know not, nors greatly care not; To kill the king at Oxford. God knows, I had as lief bę none, as one. [time,

Dutch. He shall be none; York. Well, bear you well in this new spring of We'll keep him here: Then what is that to Lins? Lest you be cropt before you come to prime. York. Away, fond woman! were he twenty What news from Oxford: Hold those justs and 30 My son, I would appeach him.

[times triumphs?

Dutch. Iad'st thou groan'd for him,
Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do.

As I have done, thoud st be more pitiful.
York. You will be there, I know.

But now I hnow thy mind; thou dost suspect, Aum. If God prevent me not; I purpose so. That I have been disloyal to thy bed, York. What seal is that, that langs without 35 And that he is a bastard, not thy son: thy bosom?

Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. He is as like thee as a man may be, dum. My lord, 'tis nothing.

Not like to me, or any of my kin, York. No matter then who sees it:

And yet I love him. I will be satisfy'd, let me see the writing. 401 York. lake way, unruly woman. [Erit. [horse;

Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; Duich. After, Aumerle: mount thee upon his It is a matter of small consequence,

Spur, post; and get before him to the king, Which for some reasons I would not have seen. And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.

York. Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. ill not be long behind; though I be old, I fear, I fear,

45 | doubt not but to ride as fast as York: Dutch. What should you fear?

And never will I rise op from the ground, 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into 'Till Bolingbroke have pardon’d thee : Away. For gay apparel, against the triumph. [bond

[Excunt. York. Bound to himself? what doth he with a

S-CE VE III. That he is bound to: Wile, thou art a fool.-- 501

The Court at Windsor Castle. Boy, let me see the writing.

[shew it. Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not

Enter Belingbroke, Percy, and other Lords. York. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. Boling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son?

[Snatches it and reads. 'Tis full three months, since I did see hiin last:Treason ! foul treason !-villain! traitor! slave! 55 If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. Dutch. What is the matter, my lord?

I would to heaven, my lords, he might be found: York. Ilo! who is within there? saddle my horse. Enquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there, Heaven, for his mercy! what treachery is here! For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, Dutch Why, what is it, my lord?

With unrestrained loose companions; York. Giveine my boots, I say; saddle my horse: 60 Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth, and beat our watch, and rob our passengers;

*i. e. carelessly turned. 2 From Holinshed we learn, that the dukes of Aumerle, Surry, and Exete:, were by an act of Ilenry's tirst parliament deprived of their dukedoins, but allowed to retain their earldoms of Rutkınd, Kent, and Huntington. .i. e. conduct yourself with prudence.



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