Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' fons Her pastures' grafs with faithful English blood. Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble coufin, K. Rich. Northumberland, fay,-thus the king re turns: His noble coufin is right welcome hither; the flower of England's face ;]-disfigure the flowery furface of her foil-of England's race-the beauty of her choiceft youth. maid-pale face. We do debase ourself, coufin, do we not, To look fo poorly, and to speak fo fair? [To Aum. Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words, 'Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful fwords. K. Rich. Oh God! oh God! that e'er this tongue of mine, That laid the fentence of dread banishment On yon proud man, fhould take it off again " With words of footh! Oh, that I were as great Swell'ft thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat, Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he submit? The king fhall do it. Muft he be deposed? The king fhall be contented: Must he lose The name of king? 'o God's name, let it go: I'll give my jewels for a set of beads; My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage; My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown; My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood; My scepter, for a palmer's walking staff; My fubjects, for a pair of carved faints; And my large kingdom, for a little grave, A little little grave, an obfcure grave :Or I'll be bury'd in the king's highway, W Some way of common trade, where fubjects' feet With words of footb !]-In fuch foft, gentle terms. "common trade]➡traffick, common refort, or usage, W For For on my heart they tread, now whilft I live; I talk but idly, and you *mock at me. [North. advances. North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend [North. retires to Bol. In the bafe court? Bafe court, where kings grow base, To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. In the base court? Come down? Down, court! down, king! For night-owls fhriek, where mounting larks fhould fing. Boling. What fays his majesty? North. Sorrow and grief of heart [Exeunt from above. Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man: Yet he is come. [Enter Richard, &c. below. bafe court]-the lower court. Boling. Boling. Stand all apart, And fhew fair duty to his majesty.— My gracious lord, [Kneels. K. Rich. Fair coufin, you debafe your princely knee, To make the base earth proud with kiffing it: Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, Than my unpleas'd eye fee your courtesy. Up, coufin, up; your heart is up, I know, Thus high at least, although your knee be low. [Touching bis own bead. Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my moft redoubted lord, As my true service shall deferve your love. K. Rich. Well you deferve:-They well deferve to have, That know the strongest and fureft way to get.— Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes; Tears fhew their love, but want their remedies.Coufin, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir. What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; For do we must, what force will have us do.Set on towards London :-Coufin, is it fo? Boling. Yea, my good lord. K. Rich. Then I must not fay, no. SCENE Langley. [Flourish. Exeunt. V. The Duke of York's Garden. Enter the Queen, and two ladies. Queen. What fport fhall we devife here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? Lady. Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. Queen. 'Twill make me think, the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune runs against the bias. Lady, Madam, we'll dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Therefore, no dancing, girl; fome other sport. Lady. Madam, we will tell tales. Queen. Of joy, or grief? Lady. Of either, madam. Queen. Of neither, girl: For if of joy, being altogether wanting, Queen. 'Tis well, that thou haft caufe; But thou should'st please me better, would'ft thou weep. 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 gardiners: Let's step into the fhadow of these trees.- Enter a gardiner, and two fervants. They'll talk of ftate; for every one doth fo z Of forrow, or of joy? [Queen, and ladies retire. a Wee is fore-run with woe.]-Dejection precedes calamity; woe is commonly forerun by fome prognoftic from ill-boding rumours, or plaint.ve tales of impending difafters. Gard, |