To mine Inheritance of free Descent.

North. The noble Duke hath been too much abus'd. Rofs. It ftands your Grace upon, to do him Right. Willo. Bafe men by his endowments are made great. York. My lords of England, let me tell you this, I have had Feeling of my Coufin's wrongs, And labour'd all I could to do him Right: But, in this kind, to come in braving arms, Be his own carver, and cut out his way, To find out Right with wrongs, it may not be ; And you that do abet him in this kind, Cherish Rebellion, and are Rebels all.

North. The noble Duke hath fworn, his Coming is
But for his own; and, for the Right of That,
We all have strongly fworn to give him aid;
And let him ne'er fee joy, that breaks that oath.
York. Well, well, I fee the iffue of these arms;
I cannot mend it, I must needs confefs,
Because my Pow'r is weak, and all ill left:
But if I could, by him that gave me life,
I would attach you all, and make you stoop
Unto the fovereign mercy of the King.
But fince I cannot, be it known to you,
I do remain as neuter. So, farewel.
Unless you please to enter in the Castle,
And there repofe you for this night.

Boling. An offer, Uncle, that we will accept;
But we must win your Grace to go with us
To Bristol-Caftle, which, they fay, is held
By Busby, Bagot, and their complices;
The caterpillars of the Common-wealth,
Which I have fworn to weed, and pluck away.
York. It may be, I will go: but yet I'll paufe;
For I am loath to break our Country's Laws:
Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are;
Things paft Redrefs are now with me paft Care.

[Exeunt. SCENE

SCENE

In WALE S.

X I.

Enter Salisbury, and a Captain.

Cap. MAnd hardly kept our Countrymen together,

Y lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days,

And yet we hear no tidings from the King:
Therefore we will difperfe our felves: farewel.

Salif. Stay yet another day, thou trufty Welshman: The King repofeth all his truft in thee.

[stay. Cap. 'Tis thought, the King is dead: we will not "The Bay-trees in our Country all are wither'd, "And meteors fright the fixed stars of heav'n; "The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth "And lean-look'd Prophets whisper fearful Change. "Rich men look fad, and ruffians dance and leap;' The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy; Th' other, in hope t'enjoy by rage and war. Thefe figns forererun the death of KingsFarewel; our countrymen are gone and fled, As well affur'd, Richard their King is dead. Salif. Ah, Richard, ah! with eyes of heavy mind,

I fee thy Glory, like a fhooting Star,
Fall to the base earth from the firmament:
Thy Sun fets weeping in the lowly West,
Witneffing Storms to come, woe, and unreft:
Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes;
And crossly to thy Good all fortune goes.

[Exit.

[Exit.

ACT

ACT III. SCENE I.

Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol.

Enter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Rofs, Percy, Willoughby, with Bushy and Green Prifoners.

BOLINGBROKE.

RING forth these men.

B
Busby and Green, I will not vex your fouls
(Since presently your fouls must part your bodies)
With too much urging your pernicious lives;
For 'twere no charity: yet to wash your blood
From off my hands, here, in the view of men,
I will unfold fome causes of your deaths.
You have mif-led a Prince, a royal King,
A happy Gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappy'd, and disfigur'd clean.
You have, in manner, with your finful hours
Made a divorce betwixt his Queen and him;
Broke the Poffeffion of a royal Bed,

And ftain'd the Beauty of a fair Queen's cheeks
With tears drawn from her eyes, with your foul wrongs.
My felf, a Prince, by fortune of my birth,
Near to the King in blood, (and near in love,
Till you did make him mif-interpret me,)
Have stoopt my neck under your injuries;
And figh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,
Eating the bitter bread of Banifhment:
While you have fed upon my Signiories;
Dif-park'd my Parks, and fell'd my forest-woods;
From mine own windows torn my houfhold Coat;
Raz'd out my Imprefs; leaving me no fign,
Save mens' opinions, and my living blood,
To fhew the world I am a gentleman.

This, and much more, much more than twice all this,

Con

Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd
T'execution, and the hand of death.

Bufby. More welcome is the stroak of death to me, Than Bolingbroke to England.Lords, farewel. Green. My comfort is, that heav'n will take our fouls, And plague injuftice with the pains of hell.

Boling. My lord Northumberland, fee them dispatch'd. Uncle, you fay the Queen is at your houfe; For heav'n's fake, fairly let her be intreated; Tell her, I send to her my kind Commends; Take special care, my Greetings be deliver❜d. York. A gentleman of mine I have difpatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. [away, Boling. Thanks, gentle Uncle: come, my lords, To fight with Glendower and his Complices; A while to Work; and, after, Holy-day.

SCENE II.

Changes to the Coast of Wales.
Flourish: Drums and Trumpets.

[Exeunt.

Enter King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of Carlisle, and Soldiers.

Arkloughly-caftle call

you this at hand?

K. Rich. Aum. Yea, my good lord; how brooks

your Grace the air, After your toffing on the breaking Seas?

K. Rich. Needs muft I like it well: I weep for joy
To stand upon my Kingdom once again.
Dear Earth, I do falute thee with my hand,
Though Rebels wound thee with their horfes' hoofs:
As a long-parted mother with her child

Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting;
So weeping, fmiling, greet I thee my Earth,
And do thee favour with my royal hands.
Feed not thy Sovereign's foe, my gentle Earth,

Nor

Nor with thy fweets comfort his rav'nous sense:
But let thy fpiders that fuck up thy venom,
And heavy-gaited toads, lye in their way;
Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet,
Which with ufurping steps do trample thee.
Yield stinking nettles to mine enemies;

And, when they from thy bofom pluck a flower,
Guard it, I pr'ythee, with a lurking adder;
Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
Throw death upon thy Sovereign's enemies.
Mock not my fenseless conjuration, lords ;
This Earth fhall have a Feeling: and these stones
Prove armed foldiers, ere her native King
Shall faulter under foul rebellious arms.

[you King, Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Pow'r, that made Hath pow'r to keep you King, in fpight of all. "The means, that heaven yields, must be embrac'd, And not neglected: elfe if heaven would, And we would not heav'n's offer, we refuse The profer'd means of fuccour and redress.

Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remifs; Whilft Bolingbroke, through our fecurity, Grows ftrong and great, in fubftance and in power. K. Rich. Discomfortable Coufin, know'st thou not, "That when the fearching eye of heav'n is hid "Behind the globe, (a) and lights the lower world; "Then thieves and robbers range abroad unfeen, "In murders, and in outrage bloody here. "But when from under this terrestrial ball "He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, "And darts his light through ev'ry guilty hole; "Then murders, treafons, and detefted fins, "The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs,

8 The means, that heaven, &c.] The four lines that follow from the first Edition.

[(a) and Oxford Editor. Vulg. that.]

Mr. Pope.

"Stand