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And ostentation of despised arms ? (hence? | I would attach you all, and make you stoop
Com'st thou because the anointed king is Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;
Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, But, since I cannot, be it known to you,
And in my loyal busom lies his power.

I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well ;-
Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, Unless you please to enter in the castle,
As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, And there repose you for this night.
Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
of men,

But we must win your grace, to go with us From forth the ranks of many thousand French; To Bristol castle; which, they say, is held O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices, Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee, The caterpillars of the commonwealth, And minister correction to thy fault!

Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my York. It may be, I will go with you :-but fault;

pause; On what condition stands it, and wherein ? For I am loath to break our country's laws. York. Even in condition of the worst de- Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are: gree,

Things past redress, are now with me past In gross rebellion, and detested treason :

(Exeunt. Thou art a banish'd man, and here art coine, Before the expiration of thy time,

SCENE IV.- A Camp in Wales. In braving arms against thy sovereign.

Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'a Capt. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid Hereford;

ten days, But as I come, I come for Lancaster.

And hardly kept our countrymen together, And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace, And yet we hear no tidings from the king; Look on my wrongs with an indifferent* eye: Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell. You are my father, for, methinks, in you Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty WelshI see old Gaunt alíve ; (, then, niy father!

The king reposeth all his confidence (man; Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd In thee A wand'ring vagabond; my rights and royal- Capt. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will ties

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not stay. Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?

And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; If that my cousin king be king of England, The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster. And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearlu) You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman;

change;

[leap, Had you first died, and he been thus trod Rich men look'sad, and ruffians dance and down,

The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, The other, to enjoy by rage and war: To rouse his wrongs,t and chase them to the These signs forerun the death or fall of I am denied to sue my livery: here, [bay.

kings.And yet mv letters-patent give me leave: Farewell ; our countrymen are gone and fled, My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold; As well assur'd, Richárd their king is dead. And these, and all, are all amiss employ'd.

[Erit, What would you have me do? I am a subject, Sal. Ah, Richard ! with the eyes of heav" And challenge law: attornies are denied ine; I see thy glory, like a shooting star, (mind, And therefore personally I lay my claim Fall to the base earth from the firmament! To my inheritance of free descent.

Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, North. The noble duke hath been too much Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest: abus'd.

Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes; Ross. It stands your grace upon, s to do him And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. right.

[Era Willo. Base men by his endowments are made great.

ACT III. York. My lords of England, let me tell you SCENE 1.—BOLINGBROKE's Camp at Bristol this,

Enter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERI have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs, LAND, Percy, WILLOUGHBY, Ross: Officers And labour'd all I could to do him right: behind with Bushy and Green, prisoners. But in this kind to come, in braving arms, Be his own carver, and cut out his way,

Boling. Bring forth these men.To find out right with wrong, -it may not be ; (Since presently your souls must part your bo

Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls And you, that do abet him in this kind, Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.

dies,) North. The noble duke hath sworn, his com

With too much urging your pernicious lives, ing is

For 'twere no charity: yet, to wash your blooti But for his own: and, for the right of that,

From off my hands, here, in the view of men, We all have strongly sworn to give him aid ;

I will unfold some causes of your death. And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that you have misled a prince, a royal king, oath.

A happy gentlenian in blood and lineaments, York. Well, well, I see the issue of these By you unhappied and distigurd clean.

You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, arms;

Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because my power is weak, and all ill left:

Broke the possession of a royal bed,
But, if I could, by him that gave me life

And stain'd the beauty of a fáir queen's cheeks
With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul

wrongs.
* Incpartial. + The persons who wrong him.
• Possession of my land, &c. It is your interest.

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to me,

Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth; This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones
Near to the king in blood; and near in love, Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king
Till you did make kim misinterpret me,

Shall falter under foul rebellious arms.
Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, Car. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that
And sigh'd my English breath in foreign made you kins,
clouds,

Hath power to keep you king in spite of all. Eating the bitter brend of banishment: The means that heaven yields must be em. Whilst you have fed upon my signories,

brac'd, Dispark”d* my parts, and felld ny forest And not neglected; else, if heaven would, woods;

[coat! And we will not, heaven's oiler we refuse; From my own windows torn my household The proffer'd means of succour and redress. Raz'd out my impress,: leaving me no sign,- Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too Save men's opinions, and my living blood,

remiss; To show the world I am a gentleman.

Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, This, and much more, much more than twice Grows strong and great, in substance, and in all this,

friends. Condemns you to the death :-See them de- K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st liver'd over

thou not, To execution and the hand of death.

That when the searching eye of heaven is hid Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death Behind the globe, and lights the lower world,

(well. Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen Than Bolingbroke to England.-Lords, fare. In murders, and in outrage, bloody here; Green. My comfort is,—that heaven will take But when, from under this terrestrial ball, our souls,

He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. And darts his light through every guilty hole, Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, despatch’d.

The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their (Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others,

backs,

[selves? with Prisoners.

Stand bare and naked, trembling at themUncle, you say, the queen is at your house ; So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated: Who all this while hath revell'd in the nigiri, Tell her, I send to her my kind commends ; Whilst we were wand'ring with the antipodes,rake special care my greetings be deliver'd. Shall see us rising in our throne the east,

York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd His treasons will sit blushing in his face, With letters of your love to her at large.

Not able to endure the sight of day, Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin. away ;

Not all the water in the rough rude sea To fight with Glendower and his complices; Can wash the balm from an anointed king: Awhile to work, and, after, holiday. (Exeunt. The breath of worldly men cannot depose

The deputy elected by the Lord : SCENE II.-The Coast of Wales.- A csile

For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd, in view.

To list shrewd steel against our golden crown,

God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay Flourish : Drums and Trumpets. Enter King A glorious angel: then, if angels tight,

RICHARD, Bishop of CARLISLE, AUMERLE, ınd Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards Soldiers.

the right. 6. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at

Enter SALISBURY, hand ?

Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace power ?* the air,

Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracions After late tossing on the breaking seas?

lord,

(tringue, K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep Than this weak arm: Discomfort guides ay for joy,

And bids me speak of nothing but despitir. To stand upon my kingdom once again.-- One day too late, I fear, my noble lord, Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth : Though rebels wound thee with their horses' 0, call back yesterday, bid ume return, hoofs:

And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting As a long parted mother with her child To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, (men? Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in O'ertbrows thy joys, friends, fortune, aud this meeting;

state; So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, And do thee favour with my royal hands. Are gone to Boling broke, dispers’d, and fled. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Aum. Comfort, my liege : why looks your Vor with thy sweets comfort his rav’nous sense:

grace so pale? But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thous And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way;

sand men Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; Which with usurping steps do trample thee. And, till so much blood thither come again, Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies :

Have I not reason to look pale and dead? And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, All souls that will be safe, fly from my side; Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder; I

For time hath set a blot upon my pride. Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who you Throw death upon thy sovereign's enomies.Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords; K. Rich. I had forgot myself: Am I not

king? Thrown down the hedges. + Of arms. Motto. Commendations.

* Force.

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war;

Awake, thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep'st. Aum. Where is the duke my father with his
Is not the king's name forty thousand names?

power ?
Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no
At thy great glory:-Look not to the ground,

man speak :
Ye favourites of a king; Are we not high? Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs
High be our thoughts : I know, my uncle Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
York

Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who Let's choose executors, and talk of wills:
Comes here?

And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath,

Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Enter Scroop.

Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's ! Scroop. More health and happiness betide And nothing can we call our own, but death my liege,

And that small niodel of the barren earth,
Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him. Which serves as paste and cover to our bone;
K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart pre- For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground,
par'd;

And teil sad stories of the death of kings:--
The worst is worldly loss, thou canst unfold. How some have been depos'd, some slain in
Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care;
And what loss is it, to be rid of care?

Some haunted by the ghosts they have slepos'd;
Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Some poison'd by their wives, sunie sleeping
Greater he shall not be; if he serve God,

killid;
We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so: All murder'd : -For within the hollow crown,
Revolt our subjects that we cannot mend; That rounds the mortal temples of a king,
They brcak their faith to God, as well as us: Keeps death his court: and ihere the antic sits,
Cry, woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay; Scoffing his state, and grivning at his pomp;
The worst is—death, and death will have his Allowing him a breath, a little scene
day.

To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks;
Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so Infusing him with self and vain conceity-
To bear the tidings of calamity. [arm's As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
Like an unseasonable stormy day, (shores, Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus,
Which makes the silver rivers drown their Comes at the last, and with a little pin
As if the world were all dissolv'd to tears; Bores through his castle wall, and–farewell
So high above his limits swells the rage

king!

(blood Of Bolingbroke, coverin your fearful land Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and With hard brighit steel, id hearts barder than With solein reverence; throw away respect, steel.

(scalps Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless For you have but mistook me all this while: Against thy majesty ; boys, win women's I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief voices,

Need friends:-Subjected thus,
Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints How can you say to me. I am a king?
In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their
Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows

present woes,
Ordonble-fatal yew against thy state; But presently prevent the ways to wail.
Yea, distaff. women manage rusty bills To fear the tve, since fear oppresseth strength,
Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your
And all goes worse than I have power to tell.

foe,
K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tellst a And so your follies fight against yourself.
tale so ill.

[got? Fear, and be slain ; no worse can come, to Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Ba

fight: •What is become of Bushy? where is Green? And fight and die, is death destroying death; That they have let the dangerous enemy Where tearing dying, pays death servile breath. Measure our contines with such peaceful stcps ? Aum. My father hath a power, enquire of If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it. And learn to make a body of a limb. [him ; I warrant, they have made peace with Boling- K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well :-Proud Bol. broke.

ingbroke, I come Scroop. Peace have they made with him, in- To change blows with thee for our day of doom. deed, my lord.

This ague-fit of fear is over-blown; K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn’d without An easy task it is, to win our own.redemption !

Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!

power?

(sour. Snakes, in my heart-blood warm’d, that sting Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be my heart!

[Judas! Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the
Three Judasses, each one thrice worse than The state and inclination of the day: [sky
Would they make peace? terrible hell make So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
Upon their spotted souls for this offence! (war My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his pro- I play the torturer, by small and small,
perty,

To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:
Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate :- Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke;
Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made and all your northern castles yielded up,
With heads, and not with hands: those whom And all your southern gentlemen in arms
you curse,

(wound, Upon his party.*
Have felt the worst of death's destroying K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.
And lie full low, grav'd in the hollow ground. Beshrewt thee, cousin, which didst lead 120
Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wilt-

forth

[To AUMERLE shire, dead?

Of that sweet way I was in to despair! Siroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their 'read

* Part.

+ Il vetide

KING RICHARD II.

381 What say you now? What comfort have we | If not, I'll use the advantage of my power, By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, [now? And lay the summer's dust with showers of That bids me be of comfort zay more.

blood,

(men: Go, to Flint castle; there I'll pine away ;

Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd EnglishA king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. The which, how far off from the mind of BolThat power* I have, discharge ; and let them

ingbroke go

It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench To eart the land that hath some hope to grow, The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land; For I have done :-Let no man speak again My stooping duty tenderly shall show. To alter this, for counsel is but vain.

Go, signify as much; while here we march
Aum. My liege, one word.

Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.-
K. Rich. He does me double wrong,

[NORTHUMBERLAND udvances to the That wounds me with the flatteries of his

Castle, with a Trumpet. tongue.

(Away, Let's march without the noise of threat'ning Discharge my followers, let them hence; drum, From Richard's night, to Bolingbroke's fair That from the castle's totter'd battlements day.

[Ereunt. Our fair appointments may be well perus’d.

Methinks, king Richard and myself should SCENE III.-Wales.-Before Flint Custle. With no less terror than the elements

[meet Enter, with Drum and Colours, BOLINGBROKE; | At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.

Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock and Forces ; York, NORTHÚMBERLAND, and Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: others.

The rage be his, while on the earth I rain Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, My waters; on the earth, and not on him. The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury March on, and mark king Richard how he Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed,

looks. With some few private friends, upon this coast. North: The news is very fair and good, my A parle sounded, and answered by another Trumlord;

pet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls King Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head.

RICHARD, the Bishop of CARLISLE, AUMERLE, York. It would beseen the lord Northum

SCROOP, and SALISBURY. berland, To say-king Richard :- Alack the heavy day, York. See, see, king Richard doth himself When such a sacred king should hide his head!

appear, North. Your grace mistakes me;' only to be As doth the blushing discontented sun Left I his title out.

(brief, From out the fiery portal of the east; York. The time hath been,

(would When he perceives the envious clouds are bent: Would you have been so brief with him, he To dim his glory, and to stain the track Have been so brief with you, to shorten you,. Of his bright passage to the occident. For taking so the head, your whole head's Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, length.

As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forih Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you Controlling majesty; Alack, alack, for woe, should.

That any harm should stain so fair a show! York. Take pot, good cousin, further than K. Rich. We are amaz'd; and thus long have you should,

[head.

we stood Lest you mistake: The heavens are o'er your To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not

(To NORTHUMBERLAND: Myself against their will. But who comes Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: here?

And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
Enter Percy.

To pay their awful duty to our presence?

If we be not, show us the hand of God Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship;

Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, For well we know, no hand of blood and bone Against thy entrance. Boling. Royally!

Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,

Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp. Why, it contains no king?

And though you think, that all, as you have Percy. Yes, my, good lord,

done, It doth contain a king; king Richard lies

[us,

Have torn their souls, by turning them from Within the limits of yon lime and stone: And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salis. Yet know,-my master, God omnipotent,

And we are barren, and bereft of friends;bury,

Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behalf, Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergymap Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.

Your children yet unborn, and unbegot, North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. That lift your vassal hands against my head, Boling. Noble lord

[To North. And threat the glory of my precious crown: Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Through brazen trumpet send the breath of That every stride he makes upon my land,

Tell Bolingbroke, (for yond', methinks, be is,) Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver. [parlel Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope Harry Bolingbroke

[hand; The purple testament of bleeding war; On both his knees doth kiss king Richard's But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons To his most royal person : hither come Even at his feet to lay my arms and power;

Shall ill become the flower of England's face;* Provided that, my banishment repeald,

Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace And lands restor'd again, be freely granted :

To scarlet indignation, and bedew

Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. # Force. + Plough.

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North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord , Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, the king

And make some pretty match with shedding Should so with civil and uncivil arms

tears? Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, As thus:-To drop them still upon one place, Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss ily hand; Till they have fretted us a pair of graves And by the honourable tomb he swears, Within the earth; and, therein laid, --There lies That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; Two kinsmen, digg'd their graves with weeping And by the royalties of both your bloods,

eyes? Currents that spring from one most gracious Would not this ill do well ?-Well, well, I see head;

I talk but idly, and you mock at me.And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, And by the worth and honour of himself, What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty Comprising all that may be sworn or said, - Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? His coming hither hath no further scope, You make a leg,* and Bolingbroke says--ay. Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg

North. My lord, in the baset court he doth Enfranchisement immediate on his knees:

attend

(down? Which on thy royal party granted once, To speak with you; may't please you to come His glittering arms he will commend* to rust, Ki Rich. Down, down, I come; like glisterHis barbed steeds to stables, and his heart

ing Phaeton, To faithful service of your majesty.

Wanting the manage of unruly jades. This swears he, as he is a prince, is just;

(North, retires to BOLING. And, as I am a gentleinan, I credit him. In the base court? 'Base court, where kings K. Rich. Northumberland, say,—thus the

grow base, king returns;

To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. His noble cousin is right welcome hither; In the base court? Come down? Down, court! And all the number of his fair demands

down, king! Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction: For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks With all the gracious utterance thou hast

should sing.

[Exeunt, from above, Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.. Boling. What says his viajesty ? We do debase oursell, cousin, do we not, North. Sorrow and griet of heart

[TO AUMERLE. Makes him speak fondly,t like a frantic man: To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? Yet he is come. Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Defiance to the traitor, and so die?

Enter King RICHARD, and his Attendants Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gen

below. tle words,

Boling. Stand all apart, Till time lend friends, and friends their help- And show fair duty to his majesty.--ful swords.

My gracious lord,

[Kneeling, K. Rich. ( God! ( God! that e'er this

K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your tongue of mine,

princely knee, That laid the sentence of dread banishment

To make the base earth proud with kissing it; On yon proud man, should take it off again Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, With words of south !+ 0, that I were as great Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy. As is my grief, or lesser than my name!

Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, Or that I could forget what I have been!

Thus high at least, [Touching his own head. Or not remember what I must be now! Swell'st tkou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope

although your knee be low.

Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for to beat,

mine own. Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bo.

and all. lingbroke. K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must

Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted

lord, he submit?

As my true service shall deserve your love. The king shall do it. Must he be depos’d?

K. Rich. Well you deserve:- They well de. The king shall be contented: Must he lose

serve to have,

(get.-The name of king? o'God's name, let it go:

That know the strong'st and surest way to I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads; Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes; My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage;

Tears show their love, but want their reme My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;

dies.My tigur'd goblets, for a dish of wood; a

Cousin, I am too young to be your father, My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff;

Though you are old enough to be my heir. My subjects, for a pair of carved saints;

What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; And my large kingdom for a little grave, For do we must, what force will have us do.A little little grave, an obscure grave: Dr I'll be buried in the king's highway, [feet

Set on towards London :-Cousin, is it so?

Boling. Yea, my good lord. Some way of common trade, where subjects' K, Rich. Then I must not say, no. way hourly irample on their sovereign's head:

[Flourish. Exeunt. For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; And, buried once, why not upon my head ?- SCENE IV.-Langley.-The Duke of York's Aumerle, thou weep'st; My tender-hearted

Garden.
cousin !

Enter the Queen, and two Ladies.
We'll make foul weather with despised tears;
Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer

Queen. What sport shall we devise here in

this garden, corn, And make a dearth in this revolting land.

To drive away the heavy thought of care?

1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.
• Commit.
+ Softnets.

* A bow.
+ Lover.

| Foolishly.

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