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For I am loath to break our country's laws. Condemns you to the death :-See them deliver'd
Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are :
Things past redress, are now with me past care. To execution and the hand of death.

(Exeunt. Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me,

Than Bolinx broke to England.-Lords, farewell. SCENE IV-A camp in Wales. Enter Salis

Green. My comfort is,-that heaven will take bury, and a Captain.

our souls, Capl. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. And hardly kept our countrymen together,

Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them And yet we hear no tidings from the king ;

despatch'd Therefore we will disperse ourselves : farewell.

Exe. North. and others with prisoners. Sal. Slay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house ; The king reposelh all his contidence

For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : In thee.

Tell her, I send to her my kind commends ;: Capt. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. stay,

York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, With letters of your love to her at large. And meteors (right the fixed stars of heaven; Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth,

away ; And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change ; To fight with Glendower and his complices ; Rich men look sad, and rublians dance and leap, Awhile to work, and, after, holiday. (Eseunt. The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other, to enjoy by rage and war:

SCENE II.-The coast of Wales. A castle in

view. Flourish : drums and trumpets. Enter These signs forerun the death or fall or kinrs.-Farewell; our countrymen are gone and fled,

King Richard, Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, and

soldiers. As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. (Erit.

Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at I see thy glory, like a shooting star,

hand ? Fall to the base earth from the firmament!

Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,

the air, Witnessing storms to come, wo, and unrest : After late tossing on the breaking seas? Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes;

K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep for and crossly to thy good all fortune goes. (Exit. joy,

To stand upon my kingdom once again.--
Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,

Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hools ;
ACT III.

As a long parted mother with her child

Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting : SCENE 1.—Bolingbroke's camp at Bristol. Enter So, weepiny, smiling, great I thee, my earth,

Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Percy, Wil- And do thee favour with my royal' hands. loughby, Ross: officers behind with Bushy and Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Green, prisoners.

Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nouis sense :

But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, Boling. Bring forth these men.

And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls Doing annoyance to the treacherous feel, (Siuce presently your souls must part your bodies,) Which with usurping steps do trample thee. With too much urging your pernicious lives, Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies : For 'l were no charity: yet, to wash your blood And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, From off my hands, here, in the view of men, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder, I will unfold some causes of your death.

Whose double tongue may with a mortal louch You have misled a prince, a royal king,

Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords; By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean.

This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; Shall falter under foul rebellious arms, Broke the possession of a royal bed,

Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that And staind the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks

made you king, With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul Hath power to keep you king, in spite of all. wrongs.

The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth; And not neglected ; else, if heaven would, Near to the king in blood; and near in love, And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; Till you did make him misinterpret me, The proffer'd means of succour and redress. Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,

Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Whilst Bolingbroke, ihrough our security, Eating the bitter bread of banishment:

Grows strong and great, in substance, and in Whilst, you have fed upon my signories,

friends. Dispark'd' my parks, and feli'd my forest woods ; K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin ! know'st thou From my own windows torn my household coat,

not, Raz'd out my impress," leaving me no sign, That when the searching eye of heaven is hid Save men's opinions, and my living blood, - Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, To show the world I am a gentleman.

Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen, This, and much more, much more than twice all this, In murders and in outrage, bloody here;

(1) Completely, (2) Thrown down the hedges, (3) of arms. (4) Motto. (5) Commendations

so ill.

But when, from under this terrestrial ball, |The worst is—death, and death will have his day.
He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so arm'd,
And darts his light through every guilty hole, To bear the tidings of calamity.
Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, Like an unseasonable stormy day,
The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores,
Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves ? As if the world were all dissolv'd to tears ;
So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, So high above his limits swells the rage
Who all this while hath revell'd in the night, of Bulingbroke, covering your fearful land
Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,– With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than
Shall see us rising in our throne the east,

steel. His treasons will sit blushing in his face,

White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless Not able to endure the sight of day;

scalps B'it, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.

Against thy majesty ; boys, with women's roices, Not all the water in the rough rude sea

Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints
Can wash the balm from an anointed king: In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown:
The breath of worldly men cannot depose Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows
The deputy elected by the Lord :

or double-fatal yew against thy state ;
For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressid, Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills
To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, Against thy seat: both young and old rebel,
God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay

And all goes worse than I have power to tell. A glorious angel : then, if angels fight,

K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell'st a tale Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the right.

Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? Enter Salisbury.

What is become of Bushy? where is Green? Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your power? That they have let the dangerous enemy Su. Nor near, nor further off , my gracious lord, Measure our confines with

such peaceful steps ? Thin this weak arm: Discomfort guides my tongue, i warrant, they have made peace with Bolingbroke. And bids me speak of nothing but despair. One day too late, I fear, my noble lord,

Scroop. Peace have they made with him, inHath clouded all thy happy days on earth :

deed, my lord. 0, call back yesterday, bid time return,

K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd without reAnd thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!

demption ! To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late,

Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! O’erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state; Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,

heari! Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers'd, and fled. Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Aum. Comfort, my liege: why looks your grace Upon their spotted souls for this offence!

Would they make peace ? terrible hell make war so pale ? K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand

Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property,

Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate : Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;

Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made And, till so much blood thither come again,

With heads, and not with hands: those whom you

curse, Hive I not reason to look pale and dead? All souls that will be safe, Ay from my side;

Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, For time hath set a blot upon my pride.

And lie full low, grav'd in the hollow ground. Aum. Comfort, my liege ; remember who you

Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wilt.

shire, dead ? K. Rich. I had forgot myself: Am J not king ?

Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their

heads. Awake, thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep'st. Is not the king's name forty thousand names ?

Aum. Where is the duke, my father, with his Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes

power ? At thy great glory.-Look not to the ground,

K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man Ye favourites of a king ; Are we not high?

speak: High be our thoughts: I know, my uncle York

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Hith power enough to serve our turn. But who

Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Comes here?

Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

Let's choose executors, and talk of wills:
Enter Scroop.

And yet not s0,- for what can we bequeath, Scroop. More health and happiness betide my Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? liege,

Our lands, our lives, and all, are Bolingbroke's, Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him. And nothing can we call our own, but death; K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart pre- And that small model of the barren earth, pard;

Which serves as paste and cover to our bones, The worst is worldly loss, thou canst unfold. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, Sav, my kindom lost? whv, 'twas my care;

And tell sad stories of the deaih of kings:And what loss is it, to be rid of care ?

How some have been depos’d, some slain in war; Strives Bolin broke to be as great as we?

Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Gregter he shall not be; if he serve God,

Some poison'd br their wives, some sleeping kill'd, We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so: All murder'd :-For within the hollow crown, Rivolt our subjects ? that we cannot mend; That rounds the mortal temples of a king, They break their faith to God, as well as us: Keeps death his court: and there the antic sits, Cry, wo, destruction, ruin, loss, decay;

Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp;

Allowing him a breath, a little scene (1) Force

To monarchize, be fear'd. and kill with looks ;

mon

are,

Infusing him with self and vain conceit,

North. Your grace mistakes me; only to be briet," As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Left I his title out. Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, York. The time hath been, Comes in the last, and with a little pin

Would you have been so bries with him, he would Bores through his castle wall, and-farewell king! Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, Cover your beads, and mock 'not Nesh and blood For taking so the head, your whole head's length. With solemn reverence; throw away respect, Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,

should. For you have but mistook me all this while: York. Take not, good cousin, further than you I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,

should, Need friends :-Subjected thus,

Les! you mis-take: The heavens are o'er your head. How can you say to me-I am a king ?

Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present Myself against their will. --But who comes here ? woes,

Enter Percy.
But presently prevent the ways to wail.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,

Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield ? Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe,

Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, And so your follies fight against yourself.

Against thy entrance. Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight :

Boling. Royally! And right and die, is death destroying death;

Why, it contains no king ? Where searing dying, pays death servile breath.

Percy.

Yes, my good lord, Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him; Within the limits of son lime and stone :

It doth contain a king; king Richard lies And learn to make a body of a limb. K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well :-Proud Bo- And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, lingbroke, I come

Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman To change blows with thee for our day of doom. or holy reverence, who, I cannot learn. This ague-ft of fear is over-blown;

Norih. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. An easy task it is, to win our own.

Boling. Noble lord,

(To North. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.

Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle' Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: The state and inclination of the day:

Harry Bolingbroke So may you by my dull and heavy eye,

On both his knees doth kiss king Richard's hand; My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, I play the torturer, by small and small,

To his most royal person : hither come To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:

Even at his feet to lay my arms and power; Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke;

Provided that, my banishment repealid, And all your northern castles yielded up,

And lands restor'd again, be freely granted : And all your southern gentlemen in arms

If not, I'll use the advantage of my power, Upon his party.'

And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.

Rain’d from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: Beshrew? thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke

[To Aumerle. It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench or that sweet way I was in to despair!

The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, What say you now? What comfort have we now? My stooping duty tenderly shall show. By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,

Gó, signify as much; while here we march That bids me be of comfort any more.

Upon the grassy carpet of this plain. Go, to Flint castle; there I'll pine away;

(Northumberland advances lo the castle, A king, wo's slave, shall kingly wo obey.

with a trumpet. That power: I have, discharge; and let them go

Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, To eart the land that hath some hope to grow,

That from the castle's totter'd battlements For I have none :--Let no man speak again

Our fair appointments may be well perus'd. To alter this, for counsel is but vain.

Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet Aum. My liege, one word.

With no less terror than the elements
K. Rich.
He does me double wrong,

Or fire and water, when their thundering shock
That wounds me with the Batteries of his tongue.' At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
Discharge my followers, let them hence:-Away, Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water :
From Richard's night, to Bolingbrokc's sair day.

The rage be his, while on the earth I rain (Exeunt. My waters; on the earth, and not on him.

March on, and mark king Richard how he looks. SCENE III.-Wales. Before Flint Castle, En

ter, with drum and colours, Boling broke and A parle sounded, and answered by another trum. forces; York, Northumberland, and others.

pet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls king Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn,

Richard, the bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop,

and Salisbury. The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury 1x gone to meet the king, who lately landed, York. See, see, king Richard doth himsell appear, With some few private friends, upon this coast. As doth the blushing discontented sun

North. The news is very fair and good, my lord; From out the fiery portal of the east;
Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. When he perceives the envious clouds are bent

York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland, To dim his glory, and to stain the track
To say—king Richard :--Alack the heavy day, Of his bright passage to the occident,
When such a sacred king should hide his head! Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,
(1) Parto (2) Ill betida (3) Force. (4) Plow. (6) Short,

(6) Such liberty. (7) Parley.

As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth

K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this tongue Controlling majesty ; Alack, alack, for wo,

of mine, That any harm should stain so fair a show! That laid the sentence of dread banishment K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have on yon proud man, should take it off again we stood

With words of sooth ! O, that I were as great To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, As is my gries, or lesser than my name!

(To Northumberland. Or that I could forget what I have been ! Because we thought ourself thy lawful king : Or not remember what I must be now ! And if we be, how dare thy joints forget Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to To pay their awsul duty to our presence ?

beat, If we be not, show us the hand of God

Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingo For well we know, no hand of blood and bone

broke. Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,

K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.

submit? And though you think, that all

, as you have done, The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd ?
Have torn their souls, by turning them from us, The king shail be contented: Must he lose
And we are barren, and berest of friends ; The name of king ? o'God's name, let it go:
Yet know,-my master, God omnipotent, I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads;
Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behall, My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage ;
Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown ;
Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,

My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;
That lift your vassal hands against my head, My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff;
And threat the glory of my precious crown. My subjects, for a pair of carved saints;
Tell Bolingbroke (for yond', methinks, he is,) And my large kingdom for a little grave,
That every stride he makes upon my land,

A little little grave, an obscure grave :Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope

Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, The purple testament of bleeding war;

Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, May hourly trample on their sovereign's head: Ten thousand bloody crowns of mother's sons For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; Shall ill become the flower of England's face ;' And, buried once, why not upon my head ?Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace Aumerle, thou weep'st ; My tender-hearted cou To scarlet indignation, and bedew

sin !Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. We'll make soul weather with despised tears ; North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, king

And make a dearth in this revolting land. Should so with civil and unciyil arms

Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, And make some pretty match with shedding tears; Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand;

As thus:-To drop them still upon one place, And by the honourable tomb he swears,

Till they have fretted us a pair of graves That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones;

Within the earth; and, therein laid, -There lies And by the royalties of both your bloods, Two kinsmen, digg'd their graves with weeping Currents that spring from one most gracious

eyes?

Would not this ill do well ?-Well, well, I sec And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; I talk but idly, and you mock at me.-, And by the worth and honour or himself, Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, Comprising all that may be sworn, or said,

What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty His coming hither hath no further scope,

Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg

You make a leg, 4 and Bolingbroke says-ay. Enfranchisement immediate on his knees :

North. My lord, in the bases court he doth attend Which on thy royal party granted once,

To speak with you; may't please you to come His glittering arms he will commenda tó rust,

down? His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart

K. Rich. Down, down, I come ; like glistering To faithful service of your majesty.

Phaeton,
This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.

(North. relires to Boling. K. Rich. Northumberland, say,—thus the king in the base court ? Base court, where kings grow returns ;

base, His noble cousin is right welcome hither;

To come at traitors' call, and do them grace. And all the number of his fair demands

In the base court? Come down ? Down, court! Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction :

down, king! With all the gracious utterance thou hast, For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.

sing.

(Exeunt from above. We do debase oursell, cousin, do we not,

Boling. What says his majesty ? (To Aumerle. North.

Sorrow and grief of heart
To look so poorly, and to speak so fair ? Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man:
Shall we call back Northumberland, and send

Yet he is come.
Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
Aum. No, good my lord ; let's fight with gentle

Enter King Richard, and his attendants, below. words,

Boling. Stand all apart, Till time lend' friends, and friends their helpful And show fair duty to his majesty. swords.

My gracious lord,

(Kneeling. (1) Soil.

(2) Commit. (8) Softnesa. (4) A bow. (5) Lower. (6) Foolishly.

head;

own.

is it,

R. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely Give some supportance to the bending twigs.knee,

Go thou, and, like an executioner,
To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays,
Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, That look too lofty in our commonwealth:
Chan my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy.

All must be even in our government.-
Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, You thus employ'd, I will go root away
Thus high at least, (Touching his own head.) al. The noisome weeds, that without profit suck
though your knee be low.

The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine i Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale,'

Keep law, and form, and due proportion, K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate? and all.

When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, Is full of weeds ; her fairest flowers chok'd up, As my true service shall deserve your love. Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, K. Rich. Well you deserve :—They well deserve Her knotsa disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs

Swarming with caterpillars?
That know the strong'st and surest way to get. He that hath suffer'd this disorderd spring,

Hold thy peace :-
Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eves ;
Tears show their love, but want their remedies.-- Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf:
Cousin, I am too young to be your father,

The weeds, that his broad-spreading leares did Though you are old enough to be my heir.

shelter, What you will have, I'll give, and willing too;

That seem'd in eating him to hold him up, For do we must, what force will have us do.- Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke, Set on towards London :-Cousin, is it so ? I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. Boling: Yea, my good lord.

1 Serv. What, are they dead ? K. Rich. Then I must not say, no.

Gard.

They are ; and Bolingbroke (Flourish. Exeunt. Hath seiz'd the wasteful 'king.--Oh! What pity SCENE IV:-Langley. The Duke of York's That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, Garden, Enter the Queen, and two Ladies.

As we this garden! We, at time of year, Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; garden,

Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood,

With too much riches it confound itself: To drive away the heavy thought of care? 1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.

Had he done so to great and growing men, Queen.

Twill make me think They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste, The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune

Their fruits of duty: All superfluous branches

We lop away, that bearing boughs may live : R ins 'gainst the bias.' I Lady. Madam, we will dance.

Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down. When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:

I Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be

depos'd ? Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.

Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, I Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. Queen.

Of sorrow, or of joy ? To a dear friend of the good duke of York's,

'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night 1 Lady. Or either, madam. Queen.

of neither, girl :

That tell black tidings.

Queen. For if of joy, being altogether wanting,

0, I am press'd to death, It doth remember me the more of sorrow;

Through want of speaking !-Thou, old Adam's Or if of grief, being altogether had,

likeness, [Coming from her concealment. It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:

Set to dress the garden, how dares For what I have, I need not to repeat;

Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? And what I want, it boots' not to complain.

What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee

To make a second fall of cursed man ? 1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing. Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause; Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth;

Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd ? But thou should’st please me better, would'st thou Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and hori, weep.

Cam'st thou by these ill tidings ? speak, thou wretch. 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you

Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I, good. Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me King Richard, he is in the mighty hold

To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true. good,

or Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are wcighd: And never borrow any tear of thee.

In vour lord's scale is nothing but himself, Bit slay, here come the gardeners :

And some few vanities that make him light; Let's step into the shadow of these trees.

But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Enter a Gardener, and two Servants. Besides himself, are all the English peers, My wretchedness unto a row of pins,

And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. They'll talk of state ; for every one doth so Post you to London, and you'll find it so; Against a change: Wo is forerun with wo. I speak no more than every one doth know.

(Queen and Ladies retire. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light o! Gard. Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks, foot, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Doth not thy embassage belong to me, Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight:

And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st (1) A weight fixed on one side of the bowl, which (2) Profits.

(3) Inclosure turns it from the straight line.

(4) Figures planted in a box. (5) No doubt.

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