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Or not remember what I must be now!
Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to

Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.

Aum. Northumberland comes back from Boling broke. K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he

submit? The king shall do it. Must he be deposed ? The king shall 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 figured goblets, for a dish of wood; My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff; My subjects, for a pair of carved saints; And my large kingdom, for a little grave, A little, little grave, an obscure grave ;Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet May hourly trample on their sovereign's head. For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; And, buried once, why not upon my head ? Aumerle, thou weep’st. My tender-hearted cousin !We'll make foul weather with despised tears; Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, And make a dearth in this revolting land. Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, And make some pretty match with shedding tears? As thus :—to drop them still upon one place, Till they have fretted us a pair of graves Within the earth ; and, therein laid,—There lies Two kinsmen, digged their graves with weeping eyes? Would not this ill do well ?-Well, well, I see I talk but idly, and you mock at me.

1 Richard's expense in regard to dress was very extraordinary: “ He had one coate which he caused to be made for him of gold and stone, valued at 3000 marks.”Holinshed.

2 “Some way of common trade” is some way of frequent resort, a common course; as, at present, “ a road of much traffic,” i. e. frequent resort. 3 That is, the lower court of the castle (basse cour, Fr.). 4 Foolishly.


Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland,
What says king Bolingbroke? Will his majesty
Give Richard leave to live till Richard die ?
You make a leg,' and Bolingbroke says—ay.?

North. My lord, in the base 3 court he doth attend To speak with you; may't please you to come down? K. Rich. Down, down, I come ; like glistering

Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

[North. retires to BOLING. In the base court ? Base 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 shriek, where mounting larks should sing.

[Exeunt from above. Boling. What says his majesty ? North.

Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man. Yet he is come.


Enter King RICHARD, and his Attendants, below.

Boling. Stand all apart,
And show fair duty to his majesty.-
My gracious lord,

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 unpleased 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.

1 A bow.

It should be remembered that the affirmative particle ay, was formerly written and sounded I, which rhymed well with die.

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

That know the strong'st and surest way to get.-
Uncle, give me your hand : nay, dry your eyes ;
Tears show their love, but want their remedies.
Cousin, 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.—Cousin, is it so ?

Boling. Yea, my good lord.
K. Rich.

Then I must not say, no.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Langley. 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. Queen.

'Twill make me think, The world is full of rubs, and that my

fortune Runs 'gainst the bias.”

Madam, we will dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief. Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.

1 Lady.

1 «The duke, with a sharpe high voyce bade bring forth the king's horses; and then two little nagges, not worth forty franks, were brought forth: the king was set on one, and the earle of Salisburie on the other ; and thus the duke brought the king from Flint to Chester, where he was delivered to the duke of Gloucester's sonne (that loved him but little, for he had put their father to death,) who led him straight to the castle.”—Stowe (p. 521. edit. 1605), from a manuscript account written by a person who was present.

2 The bias was a weight inserted in one side of a bowl, which gave it a particular inclination in bowling. VOL. 111.


1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. Queen.

Of sorrow, or of joy? 1 1 Lady. 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 boots not to complain.2

1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

'Tis well, that thou hast cause; But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou

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

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

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 apricots,
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.

1 All the old copies read, “ Of sorrow or of grief.” Pope made the necessary alteration.

2 See note on Act i. Sc. 2. 3 The old copies read, “ And I could sing.The emendation is Pope's.

You thus employed, 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 choked up,
Her fruit-trees all unpruned, her hedges ruined,
Her knots disordered, and her wholesome herbs
Swarming with caterpillars ?

Hold thy peace!

! He that hath suffered this disordered spring, Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf. The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, That seemed in eating him to hold him up, Are plucked up, root and all, by Bolingbroke; I mean the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.

1 Serv. What, are they dead ? Gard.

They are ; and Boling broke Hath seized the wasteful king.–O! what pity is it, That he had not so trimmed and dressed his land, 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. Had he done so to great and growing men, They might have lived to bear, and he to taste 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

deposed? Gard. Depressed he is already; and deposed,


1 Knots are figures planted in box, the lines of which frequently intersected each other, in the old fashion of gardening,

2 We is not in the old copy. It was added by Malone.

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