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To serve me last, that I may longest keep

Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Thy sorrow in my breast.–Come, ladies, go, Aum. Filzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for To meet at London London's king in wo.

this. What, was I born to this! that my sad look Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true, Should grace the triumph of greai Bolingbroke ?- In this appeal, as thou art all unjust : Gardener, for telling me this news of wo, And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, I would, the plants ihou grall'st, may never grow. To prove it on thee, to the extremest point

[Ereunt Queen and Ladies. Of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar'st. Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, no worse,

And never brandish more revengeful steel
I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.- Over the glittering helmet of my foc!
Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, Lord. take ihe earth to the like, forswom
I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace;

Rje, even for ruh,' here shortly shall be seen, And spur thee on with full as many lies
In the remeinbrance of a weeping queen. (Exe. As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear

From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.

Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw

at all: SCENE I.-London. Westminster Hall. The to answer twenty thousand such as you.

I have a thousand spirits in one breast, lords spiritual on the right side of the throne ; the Lords temporal on the left; the commons below. The very time Aumerle and you did talk.

Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Surrey, Northum

Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence berland, Percy, Fitzwater, another lord, Bishop

then; of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, and allendanis. And you can witness with me, this is true. Officers behind, with Bagot.

Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is Boling. Call forth Bagot:--

true. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

Fitz. Surrey, thou liest. What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death;


Dishonourable boy! Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'a That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, The bloody office of his timeless' end.

That it shall render vengeance and revenge, Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.

In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Bagol. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st. tongue

Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!' Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted, I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, I heard you say, Is not my arm of length,

And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies, That reacheth from the resiful English court

And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, As far as Calais, lo my uncle's head ?

To tie thee to my strong correction.Amongst much other talk, that very time,

As I intend to thrive in this new world, I heard you say, that you had rather reluse

Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal: The offer of a hundred thousand crowns,

Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, Than Bolingbroke's return to England;

That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men Adding withal, how blest this land would be,

To execute the noble duke at Calais, In this your cousin's death,

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a Aum.

Princes, and noble fords, That Norfolk’lies: here do I throw down this, What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonour my fair slars,

If he may be repeal'd to try his honour. On equal terms to give him chastisement ?

Boling. These differences shall all rest under Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd

gage, With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.

Till Norfolk be repeald: repealed he shall be, There is my gage, the manual seal of death, And, though mine enemy, restor'd again That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest,

To all his land and signories; when he's return'd, And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false,

Against Aumerle we will ensorce his trial. In thy heart-blood, though being all too base

Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. To stain the temper of my knightly sword.

Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up.

For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian lield Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best" Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.

Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens : Filz. Ir that lhy valour sland on sympathies,

And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine:

To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
By that sair sun that shows me where thou stand'st, His body to that pleasant country's earth,
I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it,

And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ;
That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. Under whose colours he had fought so long.
If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest;

Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead ? And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,

Car. As sure as I live, my lord. Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that

the bosom day.

Of good old Abraham !-Lords appellants,

Your differences shall all rest under gage, (1) Pity. (2) Untimely. Till we assigo you to your days of trial.



Enter York attended.

The favours of these men: Were they not mine? York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee So Judas did to Christ : but he, in twelve

Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me? From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand,

soul Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields God save the king ! Will no man say, amen? To the possession of thy royal hand:

Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. Ascend his throne, descending now from him,

God save the king ! although I be not he; And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!

And yet, amen, it heaven do think him me. Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal To do what service am I sent for hither? throne.

York. To do that ofhce, of thine own good will, Car. Marry, God forbid !

Which tired majesty did make thee offer, Worst in this royal presence may I speak, The resignation of thy state and crown Yet best beseeming me to speak the iruth.

To Henry Bolingbroke. Would God, that any in this noble presence K. Rich. Give me the crown :-Here, cousin, Were enough noble to be upright judge

seize the crown; Or noble Richard ; then true noblessi would

Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, thine. Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. Now is this golden like a deep well, What subject can give sentence on his king? That owest two buckets filling one another; And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject ? The emptier ever dancing in the air, Thieves are not judg’d, but they are by lo hear, The other down, unseen, and full of water : Although apparent guilt be seen in them:

That bucket down, and full of tears, am I, And shall the figure of God's majesty,

Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. His captain, steward, deputy elect,

Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign. Anointed, crown'd, planted many years,

K. Rich. My crown, I am ; but still my griels be judg'd by subject and inferior breath,

are mine: And he himself not present? O, forbid it, God,

You may my glories and my state depose, That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd

But not my griefs; still am I king of those. Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed! Boling.' Part of your cares you give me with I'speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,

your crown. Slirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,

cares down. Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king :

My care is--loss of care, by old care done; And if you crown himn, let me prophesy,

Your care is--gain of care, by new care won: The blood of English shall manure the ground, The cares I give, I have, though given away; And future ages groan for this foul act;

They tends the crown, yet stiil with me they stay. Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels, Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown? And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound; Therefore, no no, for I resign to thee.

K. Rich. Ay, no; no, ay ;--for I must nothing be; Disorder, horror, lear, and mutiny,

Now mark me how I will undo mysell :Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd

I give this heavy weight from off my head, The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls.

And this unwieldly sceptre from my hand, o, if you rear this house against this house, It will the wofullest division prove,

The pride of kingly sway from out my neart;

With mine own tears I wash away my balm, That ever fell upon this cursed earth:

With mine own hands I give away my crown, Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

With mine own tongue deny my sacred stale,
Lest child, child's children, cry against you-wo! With mine own breath release all duteous oaths:
North. Well have you argu'd, sir; and, for your All pomp and majesty I do torswear;

My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;
Of capital treason we arrest you here :-
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge

My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny:

God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! To keep him safely till his day of trial. May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit. Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grierd;

God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common And thou with all pleas’d, thut hast all achiev'd! view

Lung may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit, He may surrender : 80 we shall proceed

And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit! Without suspicion, York. I will be his conduct.” (Exit. And send him many years of sunshine days!

God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, Boling. Lords, you that are here under our ar. What more remains ? rest,


No more, but that you read Procure your sureties for your days of ansver:

[Offering a paper. Little are we beholden to your love, (To Carlisle. These accusations, and these grievous crimes, And little look'd for at your helping hands. Committed by your person, and your followers, Re-enter York, with King Richard, and officers Against the state and protit of this land ; bearing the crown, Sc.

That, by confessing them, the souls of men K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king,

May deem that you are worthily depos'd. Before I have shook off the regal thoughts

K. Rich, Must I do so ? and must I ravel out Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd

My wear'd-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland, To insinuate, fluiter, bow, and bend my knee:

Irihy offences were upon record, Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me

Would it not shame thee in so luir a troop, To this submission. Yet I well remember

To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st,

There should'st thou find one heinous article,(1) Nobleness.

(2) Conductor. (6) Countenances. (4) Owns.

(5) Attend. (6) Oil of consecration.

ing man,

you all,

Containing the deposing of a king,

| The shadow of your face. And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, K. Rich.

Say that again. Mark'd with a blot, damu'd in the book of heaven:– The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see:Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within ; Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait mysell,- And these external manners of lament Thouzh some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates That swells with silence in the tortur'd'soul; Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,

There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, And water cannot wash away your sin.

For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these arti- Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way cles.

How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see: And then be gone, and trouble you no more. And yet salt water blinds them not so much, Shall I obtain it ? But they can see a sort' of traitors here.


Name it, fair cousin. Nav, if I turn mine eyes upon mysell,

K. Rich. Fair cousin ? Why, I am greater than I find myself a traitor with the rest :

a king : For I have given here my soul's consent,

For, when I was a king, my flatterers To undeck the pompous body of a king;

Were then but subjects; being now a subject,
Make glory base ; and sovereiunty, a slave; I have a king here to my datterer.
Proud majesty, a subject; stale, a peasant. Being so great, I have no need to beg.
North. My lord,

Boling. Yet ask.
K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insult K. Rich. And shall I have?

Boling. You shall.
Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, K. Rich. Then give me leave to go.
No, not that name was given me at the font, Boling. Whither?
Bit 'lis usurp'd :-Alack the heavy day,

K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your That I have worn so many winters out,

sights. And know not now what name to call myself! Boling: Go, some of you, convey him to the O, that I were a mockery king of snow,

Tower. Standing before the sun of Bolingbroké,

K. Rich. O, good! Convey ?--Conveyers: are To melt myself away in water-drops ! Good king, -great king-(and yet not greatly That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. good,)

(Ereunt K. Rich. some lords, and a guard. An if my word be sterling yet in England,

Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set Let it command a mirror hither straight;

down That it may show me what a face I have, Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves. Since it is bankrupt of his maje ty:

(Exeunt all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle, Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking

and Aumerle. glass.

(Exit an aliendani. Abbot. A woful pageant have we here beheld. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth Car. The wo's to come; the children yet un

born K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me erc I come Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. to hell.

Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot Boling: Urge it no more, my lord Northumber- To rid the realm of this pernicious blot ? land.

Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, North. The commons will not then be satisfied. You shall not only take the sacrament K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read To bury* mine intents, but to effect enough,

Whatever I shall happen to devise:When I do see the very book, indeed,

I see your brows are full of discontent, Where all my sins are writ, and that's-myself,

Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears;

Come home with me to supper ; I will lay
Re-enter altendant, with a glass. A plot, shall show us all a merry day. (Exeunt.
Give me that glass, and therein will I read. -
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck
So many blows upon this face of mine,
And made no deeper wounds ?-0, lattering glass,

Like to my followers in prosperity,
Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face,

SCENE 1.-London. A street leading to the That every day under his household roof

Tower. Enter Queen, and Ladies. Did keep ien thousand men ? Was this the face, That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Queen. This way the king will come; this is the Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies,

way And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke ? To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower," A brittle glory shineth in this face:

To whose flint bosom my condemned lord
As brittle as the glory is the face;

Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke:
[Dashes the glass against the ground. Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. Have any resting for her true king's queen.
Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,
How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.

Enter King Richard, and guards. Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath de- But soft, but see, or rather do not see, stroy'd

My fair rose wither: Yet look up; behold;

That you in pity may dissolve to dew,
(1) Pack. (2) Haughty.
(8) Jugglers, also robbers.

(4) Conccal. (5) Tower of London.


not so,


(They kiss.

And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.- A two-fold marriage ; 'twixt my crown and me;
Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand; And then, betwixt me and my married wife.
Thou map of honour; thou king Richard's tomb, Let me unkiss the oath 'twixi thee and mer;
And not king Richard'; thou most beauteous inn, 'And yet not so, for with a kiss 'l was made.-
Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg’d in thee, Part us, Northumberland; I towards the north,
When trillmph is become an ale-house guest ? Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;
K. Rich. Join not with griel, fair woman, do My wife to France; from whence, set forth in pomp,

She came adorned hither like sweet May,
To make my end too sudden : learn, good soul, Sent back like Hallowmas,“ or short'st of day.
To think our former state a happy dream;

Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part?
From which awak'd, the truth of what we are K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and
Shows us but this; I am sworn brother, sweet,

heart from heart. To grim necessity; and he and I

Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me. Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, North. That were some love, but little policy. And cloister thee in some religious house :

Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, K. Rich. So two, together

weeping, make one wo. Which our profane hours here have stricken down. Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and Better far off, than-near, bé ne'er the near's mind

Go, count thy way with sighs; 1, mine with groans,
Transform'd and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke Queen. So longest way shall have the longest
Depos'd thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart?
The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,

K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way
And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage

being short,
To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod; Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,
And fawn on rage with base humility,

Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.
Which art a lion, and a king of beasts?

One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part;
K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart.

I had been still a happy king of men.

Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good
Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for part,

To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart.
Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak’st,

(Kiss again,
As from my death-bed, my last living leave. So, now I have mine own again, begone,
In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire

That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales K. Rich. We make wo wanton with this fond
Of woful ages, long ago betid :?

delay :
And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, Once more, adieu ; the rest let sorrow say. (Ese.
Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
And send the hearers wecping to their beds. SCENE II.-The same. A room in the Duke of
For why, the senseless brands will sympathize York's palace. Enter York, and his Duchess.
The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
And, in compassion, weep the fire out ;

Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell the
And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,

rest, For the deposing of a rightful king.

When weeping made you break the story oft,

of our two cousins coming into London.
Enter Northumberland, attended.

York. Where did I leave ?
North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is Duch.

At that sad stop, my lord, chang'd;

Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows’tops,
You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head.
And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingo
With all swist speed you must away to France.

K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where- Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,

Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,-
The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne - With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course,
The time shall not be many hours of age

While all tongues cried-God save thee, Boling.
More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head,

Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think, You would have thought the very windows spake,
Though he divide the realm, and give thee hall, So many greedy looks of young and old
It is too little, helping him to all;

Through casements darted their desiring eyes
And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the way Upon his visage; and that all the walls,
To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, With painted imagery, had said at once, -
Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way

Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!
To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. Whilst he, from one side to the other turning,
The love of wicked friends converts to fear; Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck,
That lear, to hate ; and hate turns one, or both, Bespake them thus, I thank you, countrymen :
To worthv danger, and deserved death.

And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end. Duch. Alas, poor Richardwhere rides he the Take leave, and part; for you must pari sorthwith,

while ? K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd ?-Bad men, ye violate York, As, in a theatre, the eyes of men,

After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, (1) Picture of greatness.

(2) Passed, 13) Be even with them.

(5) Never the nigher. 14) All-hallows, i, e. All-saints, Nov. 1,

(6) Tapestry hung from the window,


Are idly bent' on him that enters next,

Aum. Good mother, be content; it is no more Thinking his prattle to be tedious :

Than my poor life must answer. Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Duch.

Thy life answer! Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tougue gave him his welcome home:

Re-enter servant, with boots. But dust was thrown upon his sacred head;

York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the king. Which, with such gentle sorrow, he shook off, - Duch. Strike him, Aumerle.-Poor boy, thou His face still combating with tears and smiles,

art amaz'd :* The badges of his grief and patience,

Hence, villain ; never more come in my sight.That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd

[To the servant. The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, York. Give me my boots, I say. And barbarism itsell have pitied him.

Duch. Why, York, what wilt ihou do? But heaven hath a hand in these events;

Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? To whose high will we bound our calm contents.

Have we more sons ? or are we like to have ? To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,

Is not my teeming date drunk up with time ? Whose state and honour I for aye’ allow. And will thou pluck my fair son from mine age, Enter Aumerle.

And rob me of a happy mother's name?

Is he not like thee? Is he not thine own? Duch. Here comes my son Aumerle.

York. Thou fond mad woman, York.

Aumerle that was; Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? But that is lost, for being Richard's friend, A dozen of them here have ta’en the sacrament, And, madam, you must call him Rutland now:

And interchangeably set down their hands, I am in parliament pledge for his truth,

To kill the king at Oxford. And lasting feally to the new-made king.


He shall be none; Duch. Welcome, my son: Who are the violets We'll keep him here : Then what is that to him? now,

York. Away, That strew the green lap of the new-come spring ? Fond woman! 'were he twenty times my son,

Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not : I would appeach him. God knows, I had as lief be none, as one.


Hadst thou groan'd for him, York. Well, bear you well in this new spring of As I have done, thou’dst be more pitiful. time,

But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. What news from Oxford ? hold those justs) and And that he is a bastard, not thy son:

That I have been disloyal to thy bed, triumphs ?

Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind : Auin. For aught I know, my lord, they do. He is as like thee as a mi'n may be, York. You will be there, I know.

Not like to me, or any of my kin, Aum. If God prevent it not; I purpose so.

And yet I love him. York. What seal is that, that hangs without thy York. Make way, unruly woman. (Exit, bosom?

Duch. After, Aumerle; mount thee upon his Yea, look’st thou pale? let me see the writing.

horse ;
Hum. My lord, 'tis nothing.
No matter then who sees it:

Spur, post; and get before him to the king,

And beg his pardon ere he do acruse thee. I will be satisfied, let me see the writing.

l'll not be long behind; though I be old, Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me;

I doubt not but to ride as fast as York : It is a matter of small consequence,

And never will I rise up from the ground, Which for some reasons I would not have seen.

Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee: Away; York. Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. Begone.

(Exeunt. I lear, I fear,Duch.

What should you fear? SCENE III.-Windsor. A room in the castle. 'Tis nothing but some bond that he is enter'd into

Enter Boling broke as king; Percy, and other For gay apparel, 'gainst the triumph day.

lords, York. Bound to himself? what doth he with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.

Boliny. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son ? Boy, let me see the writing.

l'Tis full three months, since I did see him last:Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. show it.

I would to God, my lords, he mio ht be found : York. I will be satisfied ; let me see it, I say. Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there,

(Snalches it, and reads. For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, Treason! Poul treason!-villain ! traitor! slave! With unrestrained loose companions ; Duch. What is the matter, my lord ?

Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, York. Ho! who is within there? (Enter a ser. And beat our watch, and rob our passengers ; vant.] Saddle my horse.

While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy, God for his mercy! what treachery is here ! Takes on the point of honour, to support Duch, Why, what is it, my lord ?

So dissolute a crew, York. Give me my boots, I say; saddle my Percy. My lord, some two days since I saw the horse :

prince; Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth, And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford. I will appeach the villain.

(Exit servant. Baling, And what said the gallant? Dich.

What's the matter ? Percy. His answer was,-he would unto the York. Peace, foolish woman,

stews; Duch. I will not peace:-What is the matter, son ? And from the common'st creature pluck a glove,

And wear it as a favour; and with that (1) Carelessly turned. (2) Ever, 13) Tilts and tournaments.

(4) Perplexed, confounded, (5) Breeding.

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