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My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;

K, Rich.

Then I must not say, no. My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff;

(Flourish. Exeunt My subjects, for a pair of carved saints; And my large kingdom for a little grave,

SCENE IV -Langley. The Duke of York's A little little grave, an obscure grave :-

Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,
Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet

Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies.
May hourly trample on their sovereign's head:

Queon. What sport shall we devise here in this For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live;

garden, And, buried opce, why not upon my.


To drive away the heavy thought of care ? Aumerle, thou weep’st ; My tender-hearted cousin !

1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. We'll make fou) weather with despis'd tears ?


"Twill make me think, Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune And make a dearth in this revolting land.

Runs 'gainst the bias. Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,

1 Lady.

Madam, we will dance. and make some pretty match with shedding tears ? Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, As thus ;-To drop them still upon one place, When my poor heart no ineasure keeps in grief: Till they have freited us a pair of graves

Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. Within the earth; and, therein laid, -There lies

1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. Tuo kinsmen, digg'd their graves with weeping eyes ? Queen.

Of sorrow, or of joy? Would not this ill do well ? — Well, well, I see

1 Lady. Of either, madam. I talk but idly, and you mock at me.


Of neither, girl : Most mighty prince, iny lord Northumberland,

For if of joy, being altogether wanting, What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?

Or if of grief, being altogether had, You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says--ay. It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:

North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend For what I have, I need not to repeat; To speak with you ;-may't please you to come And what I want, it boots not to complain. down?


1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing. K. Kich- Down, down, I come ; like glistering Queen.

"Tis well, that thou hast cause; Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou (North. retires to Boling.


(good. In the base court ? Base court, where kings grow 1 Lady. I could weer, madam, would it do you base,

Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace.

good, In the base court ? Come down ? Down, court! And never borrow any tear of thee. down king!

Bui stay, here come the gardeners: For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should Let's step into the shadow of these trees.sing.

(Exeunt, from above. Boling. What says his majesty ?

Enter Gardener and two Servants.

Sorrow and grief of heart My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
Makes him speak fondly, like a frantick man: They'll talk of state: for every one doth so
Yet he is come.

Against a change: Woe is forerun with woe.
Enter KING RICHARD, and his Attendants below.

(Queen and Ladies retire.

Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks Boling. Stand all apart,

Which, like unruly children, make their sire And show fair duty to his majesty.

Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: My gracious lord,

[Kneeling. Give some supportance to the bending twigs.K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely Go thou, and, like an executioner, knee,

Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays,
To make the base earth proud with kissing it : That look too lofty in our commonwealth :
Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, All must be even in our government.-
Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy.

You thus employ'd, I will go root away
Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,

Tne noisonne weeds, that without profit suck Thus high at least (touching his own head), although The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. your knee be low,

(own. I Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine Keep law, and form, and due proportion, K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate ? and all.

When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up, As my true service shall deserve your love.

Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, K. Rich. Well you deserve :- They well deserve Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs to have,

Swarming with caterpillars ? That know the strong'st and surest way to get.- Gard.

Hold thy peace :Uncle, give me your hand: pay, dry your eyes ;

He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, Tears show their love, but want their remedies.- Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: Cousin, I am too young to be your father,

The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did Though you are old enough to be my heir.

What you will have, I'll give, and willing tno; That seem'd in eating him to hold him up,
For do we must, what force will have us do. Are pluck'd up. root and all, by Bolingbroke,
Set on towards London :-Cousin, is it so ?

I mean the eail of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
Boling. Yea, my good lord.

I Serv. What, are they dead ?



They are; and Bolingbroke Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; Hath seiz d the wasteful king.-Oh! what pity is it, What dost thou know of noble Gloster's death • That he had not so trimm'd and dress’d his land, Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'a As we this garden! We at time of year

The bloody office of his timeless end. Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood,

Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that With too much riches it confound itself:

(tongue Had he done so to great and growing men,

Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your
They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.
Their fruits of duty: All superfluous branches In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted,
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live : I heard you say, -Is not my arm of length,
Had he done so, himself had borne the crowa, That reacheth from the restful English court
Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down. As far as Calais, to my uncle's head ?
I Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be Amongst much other talk, that very time,
depos'd ?

I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,
Tis doubt, he will be : Letters came last night Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
l'hat tell black tidings.

In this your cousin's death.
0, I am press'd to death, Aum.

Princes, and noble lords, Through want of speaking !- Thou, old Adam's What answer shall I make to this base man?

likeness, T Cominy from her concealmert. Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, Set to dress this garden, how dares

On equal terms to give him chastisement? Thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news ? Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.To make a second fall of cursed man ?

There is my gage, the manual seal of death, Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos’d ? That marks thee out for hell : I say, thou liest, Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth, And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false, Divine his downfall ? Say, where, when, and how, In thy heart blood, though being all too base Cam'st thou by these ill-tidings ? speak, thou wretch. To stain the temper of my knightly sword.

Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I, Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. To breathe this news: yet, what I say is true. dum. Excepting one, I would he were the best King Richard, he is in the mighty hold

In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so. of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd : Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,

There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: And some few vanities that make him light; By that fair sun that shows me where thou stand'st, But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,

I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak’st it, Besides himself, are all the English peers,

That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death.
And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest;
Post you to London, and you'll find it so:

And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
I speak no more than every one doth know. [foot, Where it was forg'd, with my rapier's point.

Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that day. Doth not thy embassage belong to me,

Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this. To serve me last, that I may longest keep

Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true Thy sorrow in my breast —Come, ladies, go, In this appeal, as thou art al) unjust : To ineet at London London's king in woe.- And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, What, was I born to this! that my sad look To prove it on thee to the extremest point Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke ? Of mortal breathing ; seize it, if thou dar'st. Gardener, for telling me this news of woe,

Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, I would, the plants thou graft'st may never grow. And never brandish more revengeful steel

(Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Over the glittering helmet of my foe! (merle; Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state no Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn Au. worse,

And spur thee on with full as many lies
I would my skill were subject to thy curse.- As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear
Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, From sun to sun : there is my honour's pawn;
I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace :

Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. [at all : kue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, Aum. Who sets me else ? by heaver, I'll throw In the remembrance of a weeping queen. [Exeunt. I have a thousand spirits in one breast,

To answer twenty thousand such as you.

Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well ACT IV.

The very time Aumerle and you did talk. (then;

Fitz, My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence

And SCENE I.-London. Westminster Hall.


you can witness with me, this is true. Lords spiritual on the right side of the throne ; the

Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itsell.

is true. Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below.

Fitz. Surrey, thou liest. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTH


Dishonourable boy! UMBERLAND, PERCY, FITzwaTER, another Lord, That lie shall lie so heavy on my swora, BISHOP OF CARLISLE, Abbot UF WESTMINSTER, That it shall render vengeance and revenge, and Attendants. Officers behind with BAGOT.

Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie ling. Call forth Bagot:

In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.

In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn ; | Peace shail go sleep with Turks and infidels,
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.

And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars
Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound;
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,

Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny, I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,

Shall here inhabit, and this land be callid And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,

The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls. And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, O, if you rear this house against this house, To tie thee to my strong correction.

It will the woefullest division prove As I intend to thrive in this new world,

That ever fell upon this cursed earth: Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:

Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, Lest child, child's children, cry against you-woe!
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men North. Well have you argu'à, sir; and, for your
To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage, Of capital treason we arrest you here:
That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, My lord of Westminster, be it your charge
If he may be repeal'd to try his honour.

To keep him safely till his day of trial.-
Boling. These differences shall all rest under gage, May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit.
Till Norfolk be repeald: repeal'd he shall be, Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common
And, though mine enemy, restor'd again

view To all bis land and seignories; when he's return'd, He may surrender; so we shall proceed Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

Without suspicion. Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.


I will be his conduct. [Erit. Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought

Boling. Lords, you that are here under our arrest, For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field, Procure your sureties for your days of answer:-Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, Little are we beholden to your love, (To Carlisle. Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens: And little look'd for at your helping hands. And, toild with works of war, retir'd himself

Re-enter York, with King RICHARD, and Officers. To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave

bearing the crown, &c. His body to that pleasant country's

earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,

K. Rich. Alack, why am sent for to a king, Under whose colours he had fought so long.

Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead ?

Wherewith I reign'd ? I hardly yet have learn'd Car. As sure as I live, my lord. (bosom To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee:Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me Of good old Abraham !-Lords appellants,

To this submission. Yet I well remember Your differences shall all rest under


The favours of these men: Were they not inine ? Till we assign you to your days of trial.

Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me?

So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, Inone. Enter York, attended.

Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand, York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee God save the king !-Will no man say, amen? From plume-pluck'd Richard ; who with willing soul Am I both priest and clerk ? well then, amen, Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields God save the king! although I be not he; To the possession of thy royal hand:

And yet, amen, if heaven doth think him me. Ascend his throne, descending now from him, - To do what service am I sent for hither? And long live Henry, of that name the fourth! York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal Which tired majesty did make thee offer,throne.

The resignation of thy state and crown Car. Marry, God forbid !

To Henry Bolingbroke. Worst in this royal presence may I speak,

K. Rich. Give me the crown :-Here, cousic Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.

seize the crown; Would God, that any in this noble presence Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, thine. Were enough noble to be upright judge

Now is this golden crown like a deep well, Of noble Richard; then true nobles would

That owes two buckets filling one another; Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. The emptier ever dancing in the air, What subject can give sentence on his king? The other down, unseen, and full of water: And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject ? That bucket down, and full of tears, am I, Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. Although apparent guilt be seen in them :

Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign. And shall the figure of God's majesty,

K. Rich. My crown I am, but still my griefs aro His captain, steward, deputy elect,

mine; Anointed, crowned, planted many years,

You may my glories and my state depose, Be judg’d by subject and inferior breath,

But not my griefs; still I am king of those. And he himself not present? O, forbid it, God, Boling. Part of your cares you give me with That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd

your crown.

(down. Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed ! K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my cares I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,

My care is loss of care, by old care done; Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. Your care is-gain of care, by new care won; My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, The cares I give, I have, though given away ; Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king :

They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay And if you crown him, let me prophecy,

Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown ? The blood of English shall manure the ground, K. Rich. Av, 10;—no, ay: ior I must nothing And future ages groan for this fou act;



Therefore no, no, for I resign to thee.

North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass dien Now mark me how I will undo myself:

(to bello I give this heavy weight from off my head,

K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I conie And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,

Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumber. The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;

land. With mine own tears I wash away my balm,

North. The commons will not then be satisfied.
With mine own hands I give away my crown, K Rich. They shall be satisfied : I'll read enough.
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, When I do see the very book indeed
With mine own breath release all duteous oaths : Where all my sins are writ, and that's—myself.
All pomp and majesty I do forswear;

Re-enter Attendant with a glass.
My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;
My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny:

Give me that glass, and therein will I read.
God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! No deeper wrinkles yet ? Hath sorrow struck
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee ! So many blows upon this face of mine,
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd; And made no deeper wounds ?-0, flattering glass,
And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd ! Like to my followers in prosperity,
Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face,
And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!

That every day under his household roof God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, Did keep ten thousand men ? Was this the face, And send him many years of sunshine days! That, like the sun, did make beholders wink ? What more remains ?

Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies, North.

No more, but that you read And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke?

[Offering a paper. A brittle glory shineth in this face: These accusations, and these grievous crimes, As brittle as the glory is the face; Committed by your person, and your followers,

(Dashes the glass against the grounil. Against the state and profit of this land;

For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. That, by confessing them, the souls of men Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,May deem that you are worthily depos'd.

How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. K. Rich. Must I do so ? and must I rarel out Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd My weaved-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland, The shadow of your face. If thy offence were upon record,

K Rich.

Say that again. Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop, The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see :To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st, 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within; There should'st thou find one heinous article,- And these external manners of lament Containing the deposing of a king,

Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,- That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul; Mark'd with a blot, damn’d in the book of heaven: There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates And then be gone, and trouble you no more. Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,

Shall I obtain it? And water cannot wash away your sin.

Boling. Name it, fair cousin. [king. North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these articles. K Rich. Fair cousin ? Why, I am greater than a K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot For, when I was a king, my flatterers

Were then but subjects; being now a subject, And yet salt water blinds them not so much, I have a king here to my flatterer. But they can see a sort of traitors here.

Being so great, I have no need to beg. Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

Boliny. Yet ask. I find myself a traitor with the rest:

K. Rich. And shall I have ? Por I have given here my soul's consent,

Boling. You shall. To undeck the pompous body of a king;

K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. Make glory base; and sovereignty a slave;

Boling. Whither ?

[sights. Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant.

K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your North. My lord,

Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insulting


[ail, man,

K. Rich. O, good ! Convey ?-Conveyers are you Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,- That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. No, not that name was given me at the font,

(Ereunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, and a Guard. But 'tis usurp'd :-Alack, the heavy day,

Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set That I have worn so many winters out,

down And know not now what name to call myself! Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves. O, that I were a mockery king of snow,

(Exeunt all but the Abbot, BISHOP OF CARLISLE, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,

and AUMERLE. To melt myself away in water drops ! (good) Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here behelu. Good king,--great king,-(and yet not greatly Car. The woe's to come; the children yet unbon And if my word be sterling yet in England, Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. Let it command a mirror hither straight;

Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot That it may show me what a face I have,

To rid the realm of this pernicious blot ? Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking. You shall not only take the sacrament glass.

(Erit an Attendant. To bury mine intents, but to effec:

see :

Whatever I shall happen to devise :

And, madam, there is order ta'en for you ; I see your brows are full of discontent,

With all swift speed you must away to France. Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears; K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where Come home with me to supper; I will lay

withal A plot, shall show us all a merry day. (Eseunt. The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,

The time shall not be many hours of age

More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head,

Shall break into corruption: thou shalt think,

Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, SCENE I.-London. A Street leading to the

It is too little, helping him to all ;

(was Tower.

And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the

To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
Enter QUEEN and Ladies.

Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way Queen. This way the king will come; this is the To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. way

The love of wicked friends converts to fear; To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower,

That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord

To worthy danger, and deserved death. Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke :

North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end. Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth

Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith. Have any resting for her true king's queen.

K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd ?-Bad men, ye violate Enter King RICHARD and Guards.

A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me; But soft, but see, or rather do not see,

And then, betwixt me and my married wife.

Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me; My fair rose wither : Yet look up; behold;

And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.That you in pity may dissolve to dew,

Part us, Northumberland; I towards the north, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.

Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand;

My wife to France; from whence, set forth in pomp, Thou map of horour; thou king Richard's tomb,

She came adorned hither like sweet May,
And not king Richard; thou most beauteous inn,
Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg’d in thee,

Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of day.
When triumph is become an alehouse guest ? (so,

Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part ? K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not

K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.

[me. To make my end too sudden : learn, good soul,

Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with To think our former state a happy dream;

North. That were some love, but little policy. From which awak'd, the truth of what we are

Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim necessity; and he and I

K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; And cloister thee in some religious house : Our holy lives must win a new world's crown,

Better far off, than-near, he ne'er the near'. Which our profane hours here have stricken down.

Go, count thy way with sighs; I, mine with groans. Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and

Queen. So longest way shall have the longest mind

[being short, Transformn'd, and weaken'd? Hath Bolingbroke

K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way Depos'd thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart? And piece the way out with a heavy heart. The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,

Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, And wounds the earth, it' nothing else, with rage

Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. To be o'erpowerd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,

One kiss shail stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod;

Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart. And faw on rage with base humility,

[They kiss. Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? {beasts,

Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but

part, I had been still a happy king of men.

To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart.

[Kiss again. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France :

So, now I have mine own again, begone, Think, I am dead; and that even here thon tak'st,

That I may strive to kill it with a groan. (delay:

K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond As from my death-bed, my last living leave. In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire

Once more adieu ; the rest let sorrow say. (Ereunt. With good old folks; and let them teil thee tales SCENE II.- The same. A Room in the Duke of Of woeful ages, long ago betid :

York's Palace. And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief,

Enter York and his DUCHESS. 'Tell thou the lamentable fall of me, And send the hearers wecping to their beds.

Duci.. My lord, you told me, you would tell the

rest, For why, the senseless brands will sympathize The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,

When weeping made you break the story off And, in compassion, weep the firc out:

Of our two cousins coming into London.

York. Where did I leave ? And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,

Duch. For the deposing of a rightful klng.

At that sad stoop, my lord,

Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows' tops, Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended.

Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's bead. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingo chang'd;

broke,-You must to Pomfret not unto the Tower,

Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,



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