Or not remember what I must be now! Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. K. Rich. What muft the King do now? muft he fubmit? go. The King shall do it: must he be depos'd? 3 Some way of common Tread, where Subjects' feet 3 Same way of common Trade, I fuppofe it fhould be, Tread. Give Give Richard leave to live, till Richard die? North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you, may't please you to come down. K. Rich. Down, down I come; like glift'ring Phaeton, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. In the base court? bafe 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 fhriek, where mounting Larks fhould fing. Boling. What fays his Majesty? North. Sorrow, and Grief of Heart, Makes him speak fondly, like a frantick Man ; Yet is he come. Boling. Stand all apart, And fhew fair duty to his Majefty. My gracious lord [Kneel. K. Rich, Fair coufin, you debase your princely knee, To make the base earth proud with kiffing it. Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, Than my unpleas'd eye fee your courtefie. Up, coufin, up; your heart is up, I know, Thus high at least, although your knee be low. Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my moft redoubted lord, As my true fervice fhall deferve your love. K. Rich. Well you deferve: they well deferve to have, That know the ftrong'st and fureft way to get. Uncle, give me your hand; nay, dry your eyes; Tears fhew their love, but want their remedies. Coufin, 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 muft, what force will have us do. Set on towards London. Coufin, is it so? Boling. Boling. Yea, my good lord. K. Rich. Then I muft not fay, no. [Flourish. Exeunt. A Garden, in the Queen's Court. Enter Queen and two Ladies. HAT sport shall we devife here in this Queen. WHgarden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? [rubs, Queen. 'Twill make me think, the world is full of And that my fortune runs against the bias. Lady. Madam, we'll dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief. Queen. Of neither, girl. For if of joy, being altogether wanting, Queen. 'Tis well, that thou haft caufe: weep. But thou fhould'ft please me better, would'st thou And never borrow any tear of thee. But stay, here come the Gardiners. Let's ftep into the shadow of these trees; My Wretchedness unto a row of pins, Enter Enter a Gardiner, and two Servants. They'll talk of State; for every one doth fo, [Queen and Ladies retire. Gard. Go, bind thou up yond dangling Apricocks, Cut off the heads of too-faft-growing fprays, Gard. Hold thy peace. He, that hath fuffer'd this disorder'd Spring, 4 Against a Change; woe is fore-run with woE.] But what was there, in the Gardiners' talking of State, for matter of fo much woe? Befides, this is intended for a Sentence, but proves a very fimple one. I fuppofe Shakespear wrote, woe is fore run with MOCKS, which has fome meaning in it; and fignifies, that, when great Men are on the decline, their inferiors take advantage of their condition, and treat them without ceremony. And this we find to be the cafe in the following fcene. But the Editors were seeking for a rhime. Tho' had they not been fo impatient they would have found it gingled to what followed, tho' it did not to what went before. 5 -OUR firm fate?] How could he fay ours when he immediately fubjoins, that it was infirm? We should read A firm flate. Hath Hath now himself met with the Fall of leaf: The weeds, that his broad-fpreading leaves did fhelter, Gard. They are, And Bolingbroke hath feiz'd the wasteful King. Gard. Depreft he is already, and depos'd, [fpeaking: Queen. Oh, I am preft to death, through want of Thou Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden, How dares thy tongue found this unpleafing news? What Eve, what Serpent hath fuggested thee, To make a fecond Fall of curfed man? Why doft thou fay, King Richard is depos'd? Dar'ft thou, (thou little better Thing than earth,) Divine his downfal? fay, where, when, and how Cam'ft thou by thefe ill tidings? fpeak, thou wretch. Gard. Pardon me, Madam. Little joy have I To breathe thefe news; yet, what I fay, is true; King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of |