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Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,
and trouble you: no more. Shall I obtain it?'
Boling: Name it, fair Cousin.
K. Rith. Fair. Cousin! I am greater than a King:
Boling. Yet ask.
K. Rich. Oh, good! convey: - Conveyers are
Boling. On Wednesday next we folemnly. sét down Our Coronation : lords, prepare your felves. [Ex, all but Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle and Aumerle.
S C E N E IV. Abbot.: A woeful pageant have we here beheld.
Bishop. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.
Aum. You holy Clergy-men, is there no Plot, To rid the Realm of this pernicious blot?
Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the Sacrament,
To bury mine intents, but to effect
A CT V. SCEN E I.
A Street in LO N. O. N.
the King will come: this is the way
Enter King Richard, and Guards.
[To K. Rich, Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb, And not King Richard; thou most beauteous Inn,Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg?d in thee; When Triumph is become an ale-house Guest?
K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair Woman, do not so, To make my End too sudden : learn, good soul, To think our former state a happy dream, From which awak?d, the truth of what we are:
Shews us but this. :I am sworn brother, Sweet,
Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind
K. Rich. A King of beasts, indeed; if aught but I had been still a happy King of men. Good fometime Queen, prepare thee hence for France ; Think, I am dead; and that ev'n here thou tak'st, As from my death-bed, my last living Leave. “ In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire “ With good old folks, and let them tell thee Tales « Of woeful ages, long ago betid: “ And ere thou bid good Night, to quit their grief,
Tell thou the lamentable Fall of me,
S C E N E II.
Enter Northumberland attended. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd : You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.
And, Madam, there is order ta'en for you:
K. Rich, Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
North. My guilt be on my head, and there's an end! Take leave and part,
forthwith, K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd? Bad men, ye violate A two-fold marriage ; 'twixt my crown and me: And then betwixt me and my married wife. Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me:
[To the Queen And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. Part us, Northumberland: I, towards the North, Where shiv'ring cold and sickness pines the clime: My Queen to France ; from whence, set forth in pomp, She came adorned hither like sweet May; Sent back like Hollowmas, or shortest day.
Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part? K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my Love, and
heart from heart. Queen. Banish us both, and send the King with me. North. That were some Love, but liccle Policy. Queen. Then whicher he goes, thither let me go. K. Rich. So two together weeping, make one woe.
Weep thou For me in France; I for thee here:
Queen. So longest way thall have the longest moans.
being thort, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing forrow let's be brief ; Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief: One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part ; Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. (They kiss. Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good
part, To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. [Kiss again. So, now I have mine own again, be gone, That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let forrow say. [Exeunt.
S С E N E III.
Enter York, and his Dutchess.
rest, When Weeping made you break the story off, Of our two Cousins coming into London.
York. Where did I leave?
Dutch. At that fad stop, my lord, Where rude mif-govern'd hands, from window-tops, Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.
York. “Then, as I said, the Duke, great Boling broke, • Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, • Which his afpiring Rider feem'd to know, • With flow, but stately pace, kept on his courfe: « While all tongues cry'd, God save thee, Bolingbroke!