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with me.

one woe.

moans.

K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, / Partus, Northumberland; I towards the do not so,

porth,

[clime; To make my end too sudden : learn, good soul, Where shivering cold and sickness pines the To think our former state a happy dream: My wife to France; from whence set forth in From which awak'd, the truth of what we are pomp, Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet, She came adorned hither like sweet May, To grim necessity; and he and I [France, Sent back like Hallowmas,* or short’st of day. Will keep a league till death. Hie thee 10 Queen. And must we be divided ? must we And cloister thee in some religious house :

parı? Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and Which our profane hours here have stricken

heart from heart. down.

Queen. Banish us both, and send the king Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind

[broke North. That were some love, but little policy, Transform’d, and weakened? Hath Boling- Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me Depos'd thine intellect? hath he been in thy go? heart?

K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here ; rage

Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near.t To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Go, count thy way with sighs; I, mine with Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod;

groans. And fawo on rage with base humility,

Queen. So longest way shall have the longest Which art a lion and a king of beasts? K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the but beasts,

way heing short, I had been still a happy king of men. And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for Come, come, in wooing sorrow, let's be brief, France :

(tak'st, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. Think, I am dead; and that even here thou One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly As from my death-bed, my last living leave.

part; In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart. With good old folks ; and let them tell thee

[They kiss. Of woeful ages, long ago betid :* (tales Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere And, ere thou bid good night, to quitt their no good part, Tell thou the lamentable fall of me, [grief, To take on me to keep and kill thy heart. And send the hearers weeping to their beds.

(Kiss again. For why, the senseless brands will sympathize So, now, I have my own again, begone, The heavy accent of thy moving tongue, That I may strive to kill it with a groan. And, in compassion, weep the fire out:

K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this And some will nourn in ashes, some roal- fond delay: For the deposing of a rightful king. (black. Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, allended.

[Exeunt. North. My lord, the mind of Boliny broke is SCENE II.-The same - A Room in the Duke chang’d;

of YORK's Palace. You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, madam, there is order ta'en for you ;

Enter York, and his DUCAESS. With all swift speed you must a way to France. Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder

the rest, wherewithal

When weeping made you break the story off, The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, Oi our two cousins coming into London, The time shall not be many hours of age

York. Where did I leave? More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, Duch. Al that sad stop, my lord, Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think, Where rude misgovern á hands, from winThough he divide the realm, and give thee

dows' tops,

[head. It is too little, helping him to all ; (half, Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's And he shall think, that thou, which know'st

York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bol

ingbroke, To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,

Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way Which his aspiring rider geem'd to know,To pluck bim headloug from the usurped with slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, throne.

While all tongues cried--God save thee, BolThe love of wicked friends converts to fear;

ingbroke!

(spake, That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both, You would have thought the very windows To worthy danger and deserved death.

So many greedy looks of young and old Norlh. My guilt be on my head, and there Through casements darted their desiring eyes

(with. Urop his visage ; and that all the walls, Take leave, and part; for you must pari forth. With painted imag'ryf had said at once, K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd?-Bad man, ye Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke ! violate

Whilst h» froin one side to the other turning, A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me; Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's And then, betwixt me and my married wife.

Deck,
Let me uokiss the oath 'twist thee and me;
And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.- * Al-hallows, i e. All-saints, Nov. 1.

the way

an end.

t Never the nigher.

L... Cum Landawa

men;

lets now,

York. Away,

Bespake them thus, I thank you, country. Duch. Why, what is it, my lord?

York. Give me my boots, 1 say; saddle my And thus still doing, thus be pass'd along.

horse :Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he Now by mide honour, by my life, my troth, the while ?

I will appeach the villain. [Exit Servant. York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men,

Duch. What's the matter? After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, York. Peace, foolish woman. Are idly bent* op him that enters vext, Duch. I will not peace :- What is the matThinking his prattle to be tedious:

ter, son? Even so, or with much more contempt, inen's Aum. Good mother be content; it is no more eyes

[him: Than my poor life must answer.
Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save Duch. Thy life answer!
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:

Re-enter Serrant, with Boots.
But dust was thrown upon his sacred head;
Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, -

York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the His face still combating with tears and smiles,

king. The badges of his grief and patience,

Duch. Strike him, Aumerle.-Poor boy, thou That had not God, for some strong purpose. Hence, villain; never more come in my sight.-

art amaz'J :* steel'd

[ınelted, The hearts of men, they must perforce, have

[To the Servant.

York. Give me my boots, 1 say.
And barbarism itself have pitied him.
But heaven hath a hand in these events ;

Duch. Why, York, what wilt thou do?
To whose high will we boundourcalm contents. Wilt thou vol hide the trespass of thine owo?

Have we more sons? or are we like to have To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, Whose state and honour I for ayet allow.

Is not my teeningt date drunk up with time? Enter AUMERLE.

And wilt thou plack my fair son from mine age,

And rob mne of a happy mother's name? Duch. Here comes my son Aumerle.

Is he not like thee? is he not thine owa? York. Aumerle that was ;

York. Thou fond mad woman, But that is losi, for being Richard's friend, Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: A dozen of them here haveta'en the sacrament, I am in parliament pledge for his truth,

And interchangeably set down their hands, And lasting fealty to the new-made king.

| To kill the king at Oxford. Duch. Welcome, my son: Who are the vio. Duch. He shall be none;

[him? [spring? Well keep him here : Then what is that to That strew the green lap of the new-come Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly Fond woman! were he twenty times my son,

I would appeach him. God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. Duch. Hadst thou groan'd for him, York. Well, bear you well in this new spring As I have done, thou'J'st be more pitiful. of time,

But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. That I have been disloyal to thy bed, What news from Oxford ? hold those justs! And that he is a bastard, not thy son : (mind: and triumphs ?

Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do. He is as like thee as a man may be, York. You will be there, I know.

Not like to me, or any of my kin, Aum. If God prevent it not; I purpose so.

And yet I love him. York. What seal is that, that hangs without York. Make way, unruly woman. [Erit. thy bosom?

Duch. Alter, Aumerle; mount thee upon Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. his horse; Aum. My lord, 'tis nothing.

Spur, post; anıl get before him to the king, York. No matter then who sces it:

And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee. I will be satisfied, let me see the writing.

I'll not be long behind ; though I be old, Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; I doubt not but to ride as fast as York : It is a matter of small consequence,

And never will I rise up from the ground Which for some reasons I would not have seen. Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee : Away; York. Which for some reasons, Sir, I mean

Begone.

[Exeunt. to see. I fear, I fear,

SCENE III.-Windsor.- A Room in the Castle. Duch. What should you fear? [into 'Tis nothing but some bond that he is enter'a Enter BOLINGBROKE as King ; Percy, and For gay apparel, 'gainst the triumph day.

other Lords. York. Bound to himself? what doth he with a bond

Boling. Cap no man tell of my unthrifty son? That be is bound to? Wise, thou art a fool.- 'Tis full three months, since I did see hin Boy, let me see the writing.

last: Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may i would to God, my lords, he might be found:

If any plague hang over us, 'tis be. not show it. York. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there,

[Snatches it, and reads. For there, they say, he daily Joth frequent, Treason! foul treason: --villain! traitor! slave! With unrestrained loose companions ; Duch. What is the matter, my lord ?

Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, York. Ho! who is within there? [Enter a And beat our watch, and rob our passengers ; Servant.] Saddle my horse.

While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy, God for his mercy! what treachery is here!

Takes on the poi of honour, to suppor

So dissolute a crew.
Carelessly turned.

† Ever.

care not:

+ Tite and tonnamonte

Percy. My Lord, some two days since !| Thy overflow of good converts to bad; saw the Prince;

[ford, And thy abundant goodness shall excuse And told him of these triumphs held at Ox This deadly blot in thy Jigressing * son. Boling. And what said the gallant?

York. So shall my virtue be his vice's Percy. His answer was,- he would unto bawd;

(shame, the stews;

And he shall spend mine honour with his And from the common'st creature pluck a As thriftless sons their scraping father's gold. glove,

Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, And wear it as a favour; and with that Or my sham'd life in his dishonour lies : He would onhorse the lustiest challenger. Thou kill'si me in his life ; giving him breath, Boling. As dissolute as desperate; yet, The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. through both

Duch. [Within.] What, ho, my liege! for I see some sparkles of a better hope,

God's sake let me in. Whicb elder days may happily bring forth. Boling. What shrill-voic'd suppliant makes But who comes here?

this eager cry?

['lis I, Enter AUMERLE, hastily.

Duch. A woman, and thine aunt, great king,

Speak with me, pity me, opeu the door; Aum. Where is the king?

A beggar beys, that never begg'd before. Boling. What means

Boling. Our scene is alter'd, from a serious Our cousin, that he stares and looks so wildly?

thing, Aum. God save your grace. I do beseech | Aud pow chang'd to The Beggar and the your majesty,

Calone Kingit To have some conference with your grace My dangerous cousin, let your mother in; Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us I know, she's come to pray for your foul sin. here alone.

York. If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, (Exeunt PERCY and LORDS. More sins, for this forgiveness, proper may. What is the matter with our cousin now?

This fester'il joint cut off, the rest rests sound; Aum. For ever may my knees grow to the This, let alone, will all the rest confound. earth,

(Kneels. My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,

Enter Duchess. Unless a pardon, ere I rise, or speak.

Duch. O king, believe not this hard-hearted Boling. Intended, or committed, was this Lore, loving not itself, none other cap. (man; If but the first, how heinous ere it be, (fault?

York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou To win thy alter-love, I pardon thee.

maket here? Aum. Theo give me leave that I may turn Sball thy old dugs ouce more a traitor rear? the key.

Duch. Sweet York, be patient : Hear me, That no man enter till my tale be done.

gentle liege.

[Kneels. Boling. Have thy desire.

Boling. Ri-e up, good aunt.
AUMERLE locks the door.

Duch. Not yet, 1 thee beseech:
York. [Within.] My liege, beware; look to For ever will'l kueel upon my knees,
thyself;

And never see day that the happy sees, Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there,

Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy, Boling. Villain, l'll make thee safe.

By pardoning Rutland, iny transgressing boy. Drawing.

Aum. Unto my mother's prayers, I bend my Aum. Stay thy revengeful haod;

knee.

[Kneels. Thou hast no cause to fear.

York. Against them both, my true joints York. (Within.] Open the door, secure, beuued be.

[Kneels. fool-hardy king:

Ill may'st thou thrive, if thou grant any grace! Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face?

Duch. Pleads he in earnest? look upon his Open the door, or I will break it open.

face;

(jest; (BOLING BROKE opens the door. His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in Enter YORK.

His words come from his mouth, ours from our Boling. What is the matter, uncle ? speak; He prays but faintly, and would be denied ;

breast : Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, We pray with heart, and soul, and all beThat we may arm us to encounter it.

side: York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know

His weary joints would gladly rise, I know; The treason that my haste forbids me show. Our kuees shall kneel till to the ground they Aum. Remember, as thou read’st, thy pro. His prayers are full of false hypocrisy;

grow; mise past : I do repent me: read not my name there,

Ours of true zeal and deep integrity. (have My heart is not confederate with my hand.

Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them York. 'Twas, villain, ere thy hand did set That mercy, which true prayers ought to it down.

have. I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king:

Boling. Good aunt, stand up. Fear, and not love, begets his penitence:

Duch. Nay, do not say - stand up; Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove

But, pardon, first; and afterwards stand up. A serpent that will sting thee to the heart. Aud if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, Boling. O heinous, strong, and bold conspi- Pardou-should be the first word of thy racy!

speech. O royal father of a treacherous son!

I vever long'd to hear a word till now; Thou sheer, * immaculate, and silver fountain, Say-pardon, king; let pity teach thee how: From whence this stream through muddy pae- The word is short, but not so short as sweet ; sages,

No word like pardon, for king's mouths so Hath held his current, and defil'd himself!

meet.

me.

York. Speak it in French, king; say, pardon. A generation of still-breeding thoughts, nes moy.

And these same thoughts people this litte Duch. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to world ;* destroy ?

In humours, like the people of this world, Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, For no thought is contented. The better That set'st the word itself against the worl! sort, Speak, pardon, as 'tis current in our land; As thoughts of things divine,-are intermis'' The chopping French we do not understand. With scruples, and do set the word itself Thine eye begins to speak, set thy tongue Against the word : t there :

As thus, Come little ones ; and then again, Or, in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear; Il is as hard to come, as for a camel That, hearing how our plaints and prayers do To thread the posternt of a needle's eye. pierce,

Thought tending to ao bition, they do plot Pity may move thee, pardon to rehearse.

Uulikely wonders: how these vain weak pails Boling. Good auut, stand up.

May tear a passage through the finty ribs Duch. I do not sue to stand,

or his hard world, my ragged prison walls; Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.

And, for they cannot, die in their own pride. Boling. I pardop him, as God shall pardon Thoughts tending to content, flatser ibem

selves, Duch. O happy vantage of a kneeling kuee! That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again ; Nor shall not be the last ; like silly begyars, Twice saying pardon, doth nol pardon twain, Who, sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,But makes one pardou strong.

That many have, and others must sit there : Boling. With all my heart

And in thought they find a kind of ease, I pardon him.

Bearing their own misfortune on the back Duch. A god on earth thou art.

Of such as have before endur'd the like. Boling. Biit for our trusty brother-in-law,- Thus play I, in one person, many people, and the abbot,

And none contented : Sometimes am i king; With all the rest of that consorted crew, Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar, Destruction straight shall dog them at the And so l am: Then crushing penury heels.

Persuades me I was better when a king; Good uncle, help to order several powers + Then am I king'd again : and, by-and-by, To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are: Think that I am unking’d by Boling broke, They shall not live within this world, I swear, And straight am nothing :-But, whate'er I But I will have them, if I once know where.

am, Uncle, farewell, and cousin too, adieu : Nor 1, nor any man, that but man is, Your mother well bath pray'd, and prove you with nothing shall be pleas'J, till he be eas'd true.

With being nothing.-Music do I hear? Duch. Come, my old son ;-) pray God

[.Music. make thee new.

(Exeunt. Ha, ha! keep time :-How sour sweet mu

sic is, SCENE IV.

When time is broke, and no proportion kept !

So is it in the music of men's lives.
Enter Exton, and a SERVANT.

Aud here have I the Jaintiness of ear, Exton. Didst thou not mark the king, what To check time broke in a di-order'd string; words he spake?

Bint, for the conrord of my state and time, Hare I no friend will rid me of this living fear? Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. Was it not so?

| wasted time, and dowloth time waste me. Serr. Those were his very words.

or vow hath time made me his numb'ring Exton. Have I no friend ? quoth he: he

clor k: sake it twice,

My thoughts are minutes; and, with sighs, And ury'd it twice together; did he not?

they jard Sero. He did.

Their watches on to mine eyes, the outward Exlon. And, speaking it, he wistfully look'd

watch,

[ınan Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, As who should say, I would, thou weri ihe Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. That would divorce this terror from my heart: Now. Sir, the sound, that tells what hour it is, Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my go;

heart, I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe. Which is the hell : So sighs, and tears, and

[Ereunt.

groans,

Show minutes, times, and hours :--but my SCENE V.-Pomfret.- The Dungeon of the

time Castle.

Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,

While I stand fooling here, bis Jack o'the Enter King RICHARD.

clock.ll K. Rich. I have been studying how I may For, though it have holpe madmen to their

This music mads me, let it sound no more; compare

wits, This prison, where I live, unto the world : And, for because the world is populous,

In me, it seems it will make wise men mad. And here is not a creature but myself,

Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! I cannot do it;-Yet I'll hammer it out.

For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard My brain I'll prove the female to my soul;

Is a strange brooch 1 in this all-bating world. * His own body.

Holy scripture. My soul, the father: and these two beget

Little gate.

Ø Tick
Il Striko for him, like the figure of a mun on a bell.

on me;

* Excuica ma

An ornamentod huckle and also a inwel in general.

Enter GROOM.

Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's

own land. Groom. Hail, royal prince! K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer;

Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on

high ; The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.

Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to What art thou? and how comest thou hither,

die.

[Dies. Where no man never comes, but that saj do That brings we foud, to make misfortune live? Both have I spilt; 0, would the deed were

Exton. As full of valour, as of royal nlood: Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable,

good! king, When thou wert king; who, travelling to says that this deed is chronicled in hell.

For now the devil, that told me- I did well, ward: York,

This dead king to the living kioz I'll bear;With mich ado, at length have gotten leave

Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. To look upon my sometime* master's face. 0, how it yero'd my heart, when I beheld,

(Exeunt. In London streets, that coropation day, SCENE VI.-Windsor.-A Room in the CasWheo Bolioghroke rode on roan Barbary!

tle. The horse, that thou so often hast bestrid; That horse, that I so carefully have dress'd!

Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE and YORK, K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me,

with Lords and ATTENDANTS. yentle friend, How went he under him?

Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain’d the 1a-that the rebels have coujum'd with fire

we hear ground. K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on

Our town of Cicester, in Glostersbire ; bis back!

But whether they be ta’en, or slain, we hear

not. That jade hath eat bread from iny royal hand; This hand hath made him proud with clapping

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. him. Would he not stumble? Would he not fali Welcome, my lord: What is the news? down,

North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all (Since pride must have a fall,) and break the

happiness. neck

The next news is,-) have to London sent Of that proud man that did usurp his back?

The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and

Kent:
Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,
Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,

The manner of their taking may appear
Was born to bear? I was not made a horse ;

At large discoursed in this paper here. And yet I bear a búrden like an ass,

(Presenting a paper. Spur-gall’d, and tir'u, by jauncingt Boling.

Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for broke.

thy pains;

And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Enter KEEPER, with a Dish.

Enter FitzwATER. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.

(To the GROOM.

Fits. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to

London K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely;

away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my l'hat sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.

Two of the dangerous cousorted traitors, heart shall say.

[Eril.

Boling. Thy paias, Fitzwater, shall not be Keep. My lord, will’t please you to fall 10?

forgot ; K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont

Right noble is thy merit, well I wot. to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not ; Sir Pierce of Enter Percy, with the Bishop of CARLISLE.

Exton, who Lately came from the king, commands the Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of

Westminster, contrary. K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancas- With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, ter, and thee !

{lath yielded up his hody to the grave; Patience is stale, and I ain weary of it.

But here is Carlisle living, to abide [Beats the KEEPER. Thy kingly Joom, and sentence of his pride.

Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom :Keep. Help, help, help!

Choose out some secret place, some reverend Enter Exton, and Servants, armed.

room,

More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; K. Rich. How now? what means death in So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strife; this rude assault?

For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's in High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.

strument.
(Snatching a weapon, and killing one.

Enter Exton, with ATTENDANTS bearing a Go thou, and fill another room in hell.

Cofin. [He kills another, then Exton strikes Erton. Great king, within this coffin I prehim down.

sent That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies That sta-gers thus my person. –Exton, thy The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, fierce hand

Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought.

Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou Former. † Jaunting.

hast wrought

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