I speak to Subjects, and a Subject fpeaks, Shall here inhabit, and this Land be call'd That ever fell upon this curfed earth. Left children's children cry against you, woe. My lord of Westminster, be it your charge, To keep him fafely till his day of tryal. * May't please you, lords, to grant the Commons' fuit? Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may furrender: fo we shall proceed Without fufpicion. York. I will be his conduct. [Exit. Boling. Lords, you that here are under our Arreft, Procure your fureties for fureties for your days of answer: Little are we beholden to your love, And little look'd for at your helping hands. 4 May't pleafe you, lords, &c.] This Scene, where Richard is introduced, from these words, mav't pleafe you, &c. to the fourth Scene of this A&t, is entirely added fince the firft Edition. F 3 Mr. Pope. SCENE S CE N E III. Enter King Richard, and York. K. Rich. Alack, why am I fent for to a King, Before I have fhook off the regal thoughts. Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd T' infinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee. Give forrow leave a-while, to tutor me. To this fubmiffion. Yet I well remember The favours of thefe men: were they not mine? Did they not, fometime cry, all hail! to me? So Judas did to Chrift: but he, in twelve, [none Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand, God fave the King!-will no man will no man fay, Amen ? Am I both priest and clark? well then, Amen. God fave the King, although I be not he: The Refignation of thy State and Crown. K. Rich, Give me the Crown. feize the Crown, Here, coufin, Here, on this fide, my hand; on. that fide, thine. mine: You may my Glories, and my State depofe, K. Rich. K. Rich. Your cares fet up, do not pluck my cares: down. My care, is lofs of care, by old care done; Now, mark me how I will undo my self; God fave King Henry, unking'd Richard fays, North. No more; but that you read K. Rich. Muft I do fo? and must I ravel out If thy offences were upon record, Would it not fhame thee, in fo fair a troop, And cracking the ftrong warrant of an oath, And water cannot wash away your fin. North. My lord, difpatch; read o'er these articles. K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears: I cannot fee: And yet falt-water blinds them not so much, 5 But they can see a Sort of traitors here. Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon my self, I find my self a traitor with the reft: For I have given here my foul's confent, T'undeck the pompous body of a King; Made Glory base; a Sovereign a flave; Proud Majefty, a fubject: State, a peasant. North. My lord [man; K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught-infulting Nor no man's lord: I have no Name, no Title; And know not now, what name to call my self! Good King, great King,-(and yet not greatly good,) 5 But they can fee a Sort Ji. e. a pack, a company. Let Let it command a mirror hither straight, come. Boling. Go fome of you, and fetch a looking-glafs. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth [hell. K. Rich. Fiend, thou torment'ft me, ere I come to Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland. North. The Commons will not then be fatisfy'd. K. Rich. They fhall be fatisfy'd: I'll read enough, When I do fee the very Book, indeed, Where all my fins are writ, and that's Enter One, with a Glass. my felf. Give me that Glafs, and therein will I read. And made no deeper wounds? oh, flatt'ring Glafs! Thou doft beguile me. Was this face, the face [Dafbes the Glafs against the Ground. As brittle, as the glory, is the face; For there it is, crackt in an hundred shivers. K. Rich. Say That again. The shadow of my forrow! ha, let's see; 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within ; And these external manners of laments Are |