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In London. Enter, as to the parliament, Bolingbroke, Aumerle,
Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, Surrey, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of Weltminster, Herald, Oficers, and Bagot.
( All Bagot forth. Now freely speak thy mind, What thou dost know of Noble Glo'ster's
death; Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd The bloody office of his timeless * end.
Bagot. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle. Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.
Bagot. My Lord Aumerie, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unsay what it hath once deliver'd. In that dead time when Glo'ster's death was plotted I heard you say, Is not my arm of length, That reacheth from the restful English court As far as Calais to niy uncle's head? Amongst much other talk, that very time, I heard you say, You rather had refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crowns, Thąn Bolingbroke return to England ; adding, How bless'd this land would be in this your cousin's Aum. Princes, and Noble Lords,
[death. What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonour my fair Item, 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. Thou lyest; And I'll maintain wliat 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. timed, for untimely.
Fitzw. If that thy valour stand on fympathies, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine. By that fair fun, that shews me where thou thand's, I heard thee fay, and vauntingly thou fpak't it, That thou wert cause of Noble Glo'fter's death. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou lyeit; 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 the day.
Fitzw. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.
Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn’d to hell for this.
Percy, Aumerle, thou lyest; his honour is as true,
n this appeal, as thou art all unjust;
And that thou art so, there I throw my gage
To prove it on thee, to th' extremest point
Of mortal breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'it.
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
And never brandish more revengeful steel
Over the glittering helmet of my
Who sets me elfe ? by Heav'n, I'll throw at all.
I have a thousand spirits in my breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Surrey. My Lord Fitzwater, I remember well
The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
Fitzw. My Lord, 'tis true: you were in presence And you can witness with me this is true. [then;
Surrey. As false, by heav'n, as heav'n itself is true.
Fitzw. Surrey, thou lyest.
Surrey. Dishonourable boy,
That lye fhall lie fo heavy on my sword,
That it shall render
Till thou the lye-giver, and that lye, relt
In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.
In proof whereof, there is mine honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.
Fitzw. How fondly dost thou fpur 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 lyes,
And lyes, and lyes : 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 fay, vitungen
That thou, Aumerle, didit fend two of thy men
To execute the noble Duke at Calais.
Aum. Some honelt Chriftian trust me with a gage,
That Norfolk Iyes: here do I throw down this,
If he may be repeal'd, to try his honour.
Boling. These diff'rences shall all rest under gage;
Till Norfolk be repeal'd : repeald he fhatl be ;
And, though mine enemy, restor'd again
To all his figniories; when he's return'd
Against Aumerle we will inforce his trial.
Carl. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.
Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
For Jesu Chriit, in glorious Christian field
Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross,
Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens:
Then, toil'd with works: of war, retir'd himfelf
His body to that pleasant country's earth
And his pure foul unto his Captain Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Boling. Why, Bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Carl. Sure as I live, my Lord.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his soul
To th'bofom of good Abraham !Lords appealants,
Your differences thall all rest under gage,
Till we assign you to your days of trial.
SCENE II. Enter York.
York. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
From plume plucka Richard, who with willing foul
Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
To the poffeffion of thy royal hand.
Ascend his throne, descending now from him,
And long live Henry, of that name the Fourth !
Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.
Carl. Marry, Heav'n forbid?
'Worlt in this Royal presence may I speak,
Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
Would God, that any in this Noble presence
Were crough noble to be upriglat judge
Of Noble Richard ; then true nobleness would
Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
What fubject can give sentence on his King ?
And who fits here that is not Richard's subject ?
Thieves are not judged, but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be seen in them,
And fhall the figure of God's Majesty,
His Captain, Steward, Deputy elect,
Anointed, crown'd, and planted many years,
Be judge'd by subject and inferior breath,
And he himself not present! Oh, forbid it!
That, in a Christian climate, fouls refin'd
Should fhew fo heinous, black, obscene a deed,
I fpeak to fubjects, and a subject speaks,
Stirr'd up by Heav'n, 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 fhall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act.
Peace shall go fleep with Turks and Infidels,
And in this feat of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind, confound,
Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny
Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
The field of Golgotha, and dead mens' sculls.
Oh, if you rear this house against this house,
It will the wofullest division prove,
That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
Prevent, refiit it, let it not be so,
Lest children's children cry against you, Woe.
North. Well have you argu’d, Sir, and for your paips,
Of capital treason we arrest you here.
My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge,
To keep him fafely till his day of trial.
May't please you, Lords, to grant the Commons' fuit ?
Boling. Fetch hither Richard. that in common view He may
surrender : so we shall proceed Without fufpicion. York. I will be his conduct.
[Exit. Boling. Lords, you thai here are under our arrest, Procure your fureties for your days of answer : Vol. IV.
Little are we beholden to your love,
And little look'd for at your helping hands.
SCENE III. Enter King Richard and York..
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
T' insinuate, fatter, bow, and bend iny knee.
Give forrow leave a while to tutor me
To this submission. Yet I well remember
The favours of these men : were they not mine?
Did they not sometime cry, Al} hail! to me?
So Judas did to Chrift: but he in twelve, (none. *
Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand,
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.
K. Rich. Give me the crown.--Here, cousin, seize
Here, on this fide, my hand; on that fide, thine. +
in twelve thousand, none. God save the King! will no man tay, Amen ? Am I both priest and clerk? well then, Amen. God save the King, although I be not be: And yet, Amen, it heav'n do think him me, To do what service, wc. t
on that fide, thire, Now is this golden crown like a deep well, That owes two buckets, filling one another; The empier ever dancing in the air, 'The other down, unseen and full of water; That bucket down, and full of curs am I ; Drinking my griefs, whilft your mount up on high.
Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign.
K. Rich. My crown, I am: but ftill my griefs are mine :
You may my glories and my state depos",
But not mv griefs : fill am I King of those.
Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your crown.
K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my cares down.
My care, is loss of care, by old care done ;
Vour care, is gain of care, hy new care won.
The cares I give, I have, bough given away;
They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.