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Or not remember what I must be now!
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,
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
[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,
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,
Boling. Yea, my good lord.
Then I must not say, no.
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 «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,
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
Enter a Gardener and two Servants.
My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
[Queen and Ladies retire.
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
1 Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale,
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.