Queen. "Twill make me think,

Had he done so to great and growing men,

1 Lady. Madam, we will dance.

Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, [grief: When my poor heart no measure keeps in Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy? 1 Ludy. Of either, madam. Queen. Of neither, girl:

For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
Or if of grief, being altogether had,

It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
For what I have, I need not to repeat;
And what I want, it bootst not to complain.
1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause; But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou weep.

1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you good.

Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me good,

And never borrow any tear of thee.
But stay, here come the gardeners:
Let's step into the shadow of these trees.-

Enter a GARDENER, and two SERVANTS. My wretchedness unto a row of pins, They'll talk of state; for every one doth so Against a change: Woe is forerun with woe. [QUEEN and LADIES retire. Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks,

Which, like unruly children, make their sire
Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight;
Give some supportance to the bending twigs.
Go thou, and like an executioner,
Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays,
That look too lofty in our commonwealth :
All must be even in our government.-
You thus employ'd, I will go root away
The noisome weeds, that without profit suck
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
1 Serv. Why, should we, in the compass of
a pale,‡

Keep law, and form, and due proportion,
Showing, as in a model, our firm estate?
When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,
Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up,
Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd,
Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome
Swarming with caterpillars?

Gard. Hold thy peace:

[herbs

He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: The weeds that his broad-spreading leaves

did shelter,

That seem'd in eating him to hold him up,
Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke;
I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
1 Serv. What, are they dead?
Gurd. They are; and Bolingbroke
Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.-Oh! What
pity is it,
[land,
That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his
As we this garden! We at time of year
Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees;
Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood,
With too much riches it confound itself:

Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live : Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown

down.

1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be depos'd;

Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, 'Tis doubt, he will be; Letters came last night

To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, That tell black tidings.

Queen. O, I am press'd to death, Through want of speaking!-Thou, old Adam s likeness, [Coming from her concealment. Set to dress this garden, how dares Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?

What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee
To make a second fall of cursed man?
Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd?
Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth,
Divine his downfal? Say, where, when, and
how,
[wretch.
Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thou
Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I,
To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true.
King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are
weigh'd:

In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,
And some few vanities that make him light;
But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
Besides himself, are all the English peers,
And with that odds he weighs king Richard
down

Post you to London, and you'll find it so;
I speak no more than every one doth know.
Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light

of foot,

Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st
To serve me last, that I may longest keep
Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go,
To meet at London London's king in woe.-
What, was I born to this! that my sad look
Should grace the triumph of great Boling-
broke?-

Gardener, for telling me this news of woe,
I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never
grow. [Exeunt QUEEN and LADIES.
Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might

be no worse,

I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.-
Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place,
I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace:
Rue, even for ruth,t here shortly shall be seen,
In the remembrance of a weeping queen.

ACT IV.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.-London.-Westminster Hall. The Lords spiritual on the right side of the Throne; the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, another LORD, Bishop of CARLISLE, Abbot of WESTMINSTER, und Attendants. Officers be hind, with BAGOT.

Boling. Call forth Bagot:-
Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

+ Profits. Inclosure. Figures planted in box.

*No doubt.

Pity.

plotted,

I heard you say,-Is not my arm of length,
That reacheth from the restful English court
As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?

Amongst much other talk, that very time,
I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
The offer of a hundred thousand crowns,
Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
In this your cousin's death.

Aum. Princes, and noble lords,

What answer shall I make to this base man?
Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,
On equal terms to give him chastisement?
Either I must or have mine honour soil'd
With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.-
There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest,
And will maintain, what thou hast said, is
false,

In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take
it up.

Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best

In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.
Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies,
There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine:
By that fair sun that shows me where thou
stand'st,
[it,
I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st
That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death.
If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest;
And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.
Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see
that day.

Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.

Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.

Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as

true,

In this appeal, as thou art all unjust;
And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
To prove it on thee to the extremest point
Of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar'st.
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
And never brandish more revengeful steel
Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn
Aumerle;

And spur thee on with full as many lies
As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear
From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.

Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all:

I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember
well

The very time Aumerle and you did talk.

• Untimely.

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

And you can witness with me, this is true. Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.

Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.

Surrey. Dishonourable boy!

That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,
That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie
In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.
In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial if thou dar'st.

Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward. horse!

If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,
To tie thee to my strong correction.—
As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say,
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a

Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field
Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross,
Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens :
And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself
To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth.
And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Car. As sure as I live, my lord.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul

thine.

I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king.
My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
And if you crown him, let me prophesy,—
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act;
Peace shall go sleep with Turks and Infidels,
And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind con-
Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny, [found;
Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls.
O, if you rear this house against this house,
It will the woefullest division prove,
That ever fell upon this cursed earth:
Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

Lest child, child's children, cry against youwoe!

North. We'll have you argu'd, Sir; and for your pains,

Of capital treason we arrest you here:-
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge
To keep him safely till his day of trial.—
May't please you, lords, to grant the common's
suit.

Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view

He may surrender; so we shall proceed
Without suspicion.

York. I will be his conduct.*
[Exit.
Boling. Lords, you that are here under our
arrest,
[swer:

Procure your sureties for your days of anLittle are we beholden to your love, [To CAR

LISLE.

And little look'd for at your helping hands. Re-enter YORK, with King RICHARD, and Officers bearing the Crown, &c.

K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd To insinuate, flatter. bow, and bend my knee:

Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me
To this submission. Yet I well remember
The favourst of these men: Were they not

mine?

Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me?
So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,
Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thou-
sand, none.

God save the king!-Will no man say, amen?
Am I both priest and clerk ? well then, amen.
God save the king! although I be not he;
And yet, amen,
heaven do think him me.-

To do what service am I sent for hither?
York. To do that office, of thine own good
will,

Which tired majesty did make thee offer,-
The resignation of thy state and crown
To Henry Bolingbroke.

K. Rich. Give me the crown:-Here, cousin, seize the crown;

+ Countenances. 2 B

Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
That owes two buckets filling one another;
The emptier ever dancing in the air,
The other down, unseen, and full of water:
That bucket down, and full of tears, am I,
Drinking my grief, whilst you mount up on
high.

Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign.

K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs are mine:

You
may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
Boling. Part of your cares you give me with

K. Rich. Ay, no;-no, ay;-for I must nothing be;

Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.
Now mark me how I will undo myself:—
I give this heavy weight from off my head,
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,t
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duteous
All pomp and majesty I do forswear; [oaths:
My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;
My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny :
God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee!
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing
griev'd;
[chiev'd!

And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all a
Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!
God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says,
And send him many years of sunshine days!-
What more remains?

North. No more, but that you read

[Offering a Paper. These accusations, and these grievous crimes, Committed by your person, and your followers, Against the state and profit of this land; That, by confessing them, the souls of men May deem that you are worthily depos'd. K. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel

out

My weav'd-up follies? Gentle Northumberland,
If thy offences were upon record,

Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop,
To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st,
There should'st thou find one heinous article,—
Containing the deposing of a king,
And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,---
Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of
heaven:-

Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me,
Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait my-
self,-
[hands,

Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,
And water cannot wash away your sin.

* Owne. + Attend :O of corsecrat Te

articles.

K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I can

not see:

And yet salt water blinds them not so much,
But they can see a sort of traitors here.
Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
I find myself a traitor with the rest:
For I have given here my soul's consent,
To undeck the pompous body of a king;
Make glory base; and sovereignty, a slave;
Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant.
North. My lord,-

K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, in-
sulting man,

Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,-
No, not that name was given me at the font,-
But 'tis usurp'd:-Alack the heavy day,
That I have worn so many winters out,
And know not now what name to call myself!
Ó, that I were a mockery king of snow,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
To melt myself away in water-drops!
Good king, great king,—(and yet not greatly
good,)

An if my word be sterling yet in England,
Let it command a mirror hither straight;
That it may show me what a face I have,
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking-
glass.
[Exit an Attendant.

North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth come.

K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come to hell.

Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland.

North. The commons will not then be satisfied.

And then be gone, and trouble you no more. How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boca, Shall I obtain it?

Boling. Name it, fair cousin.

K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why, I am greater
than a king:

For, when I was a king, my flatterers
Were then but subjects; being now a subject,
I have a king here to my flatterer.
Being so great, I have no need to beg.
Boling. Yet ask.

K. Rich. And shall I have?
Boling. You shall.

K. Rich. Then give me leave to go.
Boling. Whither?

K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your sights.

Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the Tower.

K. Rich. O, good! Convey?-Conveyers* are you all,

That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.

[Exeunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, and a Guard.

Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down

Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves.
[Exeunt all but the ABBOT, Bishop of
CARLISLE, and AUMERLE.
Abbot. A woful pageant have we here be-

held.

enough,

When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's-myself.

Re-enter Attendant, with a Glass. Give me that glass, and therein will I read.No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds?-O, flattering Like to my followers in prosperity, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face, [glass, That every day under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the

face,

That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?
Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies,
And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke?
A brittle glory shineth in this face:
As brittle as the glory is the face;

[Dashes the Glass against the ground. For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath The shadow of your face. [destroy'd

K. Rich. Say that again.

The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see :"Tis very true, my grief lies all within; And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul; There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king,

For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st

ACT V

[Exeunt.

tears.-

tomb,