K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy. Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, Thus high at least, [touching his own head,] although your knee be low. 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 most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love. K. Rich. Well you deserve:-They well deserve to have, That know the strong'st and surest way to get.- K. Rich. Then I must not say, no. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE IV. Langley. The Duke of York's Garden. Enter the Queen and Two Ladies. Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? 1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. "Twill make me think, Queen. 1 Lady. Madam, we will dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, Queen. 1 Lady. Of either, madam. Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy? Of neither, girl: It adds more sorrow to my want of joy: 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, 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 8 Against a change: Woe is forerun with woe.] The poet, according to the common doctrine of prognostication, supposes dejection to forerun calamity, and a kingdom to be filled with rumours of sorrow when any great disaster is impending. The sense is, that publick evils are always presignified by publick pensiveness and plaintive conversation. JOHNSON. Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays, 1 Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, Gard. The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke ; Gard. 9 Her knots disorder'd,] Knots are figures planted in box, the lines of which frequently intersect each other. Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches 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 like ness, [Coming from her concealment. Set to dress this garden, how dares Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd? Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd: 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 "O, I am press'd to death, through want of speaking! To serve me last, that I may longest keep [Exeunt. ACT IV. 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, and Attendants. Officers behind, with BAGOT. Boling. Call forth Bagot : Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; t "Here did she fall a tear ;"-MALONE. 1 Surrey,] Thomas Holland, earl of Kent. He was brother to John Holland, duke of Exeter, and was created duke of Surrey in the 21st year of king Richard the Second, 1397. |