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If we be not, Mew vs the hand of God
That hath dismist vs from our stewardship:
For well we know, no hand of blood and bone,
Can gripe the sacred handle of our scepter,
Volelle he do prophane, steale, or vsurpe :
And though you thinke that all as you haue done,
Haue torne their soules, by turning them from vs,
And we are barren and bereft of friends :
Yet know, my maister God omnipotent,
Is mustering in his clouds on our behalfe,
Armies of pestilence, and they shall strike
Your children yet vnborne, and vnbegot,
That lift your vassaile hands against my head,
And threat the glorie of my precious crowne.
Tell Bullingbrooke (for yon me thinks he stands *)
That euerie stride he makes upon my land,
Is dangerous treafon : he is come to open +
The purple testament of bleeding warre:
But ere the crowne he lookes for, liue in peace,
Ten thousand bloody crownes of mothers sonnes,
Shall ill become the flower of Englands face,
Change the complexion of I mayd-pale peace,
To scarlet indignation, and bedeaw
Her pastors grasse with faithfull English blood.
North. The king of heauen forbid, our lord the king
Should so with ciuill and vnciuill armes
Be rusht vpon. Thy thrise noble coolin,
Harry Bullingbrooke doth humbly kisse thy hand,
And by the honourable tombe he sweares,
That stands vpon your royall grandfires bones,
And by the royalties of both your bloods
Currents that spring from one most gracious head,
And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
And by the worth and honour of himselfe,
Comprising all that may be sworne or said,
His comming hither hath no further scope,
Then for his lineall royalties, and to begge
Infranchisement immediate on his knees,
Which on thy royall partie graunted once,
His glittering armes he will commend to rust,
His barbed steeds to Qables, and his hearç
To faithfull seruice of your maiestie.
This sweares he, as he is a prince iuft * :
And as I am a gentleman, I credit him.
King. Northumberland, say thus : the king returnes
His noble coofin is right welcome hither,
And all the number of his faire demaunds
Shall be accomplisht without contradiction,
With all the gracious vtterance thou hast ;
Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends :
We doe debase our selues (coosin, do wee not?
To looke so poorely, and to speake so faire ?
Shall we call backe Northumberland, and send
Defiance to the traitour; and so die?
Aum. No good, my lord, lets fight with gentle words,
Till time lend friends, and friends their helpfull + swords.
King. Oh God, oh God that ere this tongue of mine,
That laid the sentence of dread banishment
On you proud man, should take it off againe,
With words of sooth! Oh that I were as great,
As is my griefe, or lesser then my name!
Or that I could forget what I haue been !
Or not remember what I must be now !
Swell'st thou (proud heart;). Ile giue thee scope to beat,
Since foes have scope to beat both thee and mee.
Aum, Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbrooke.
King. What must the king do now? must he submit ?
The king shall do it: must he be deposde ?
The king fhall be contented : must he loose
The name of a king? a * Gods name let it goe:
Ile giue my jewels for a set of beades:
My gorgeous pallace, for a hermitage ;
My gay apparell, for an alınes-mans gowne:
My figurde goblets, for a dish of wood :
My scepter, for a palmers walking staffe :
My subiects, for a payre of carued saints :
And my large kingdome, for a little graue ;
A little little graue, an obscure graue,
Or, Ile be buried in the kings hie way,
Some way of common trade, where subiects feete
May hourely trample on their soueraignes head;
For on my heart they tread now whilft I liue :
And buried once, why not vpon my head?
Aumerle, thou weepest (my tender-hearted coolin)
Weele make foule weather with despised teares ;
Our sighes, and they, shall lodge the summer corne,
And make a dearth in this reuolting land:
Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,
And make some pretty match with fheading teares,
And + thus to drop them ftill vpon one place,
Till they haue fretted vs a paire of graues
Within the earth : and therein layde; their lies
Two kinsmea dig'd their graues with weeping eyes?
Would not this ill doe well ? well well I fee,
I talke but idlely, and you laugh | at mee.
Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland,
What sayes king Bullingbrooke, will his maiestie
Giue Richard leaue to liue till Richard die?
You make a legge, and Bullingbrooke sayes I.
North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend, To speake with you : may it please you to come downe.
King. Downe, downe I come, like glistering Phaeton, Wanting the mannage of vnruly iades. In the base court, base court where kings grow base, To come at traytors calles, and do them grace. In the base court come downe: downe court, downe king For night owles shreeke where mounting larks should fing.
Bull. What fayes his maiestie?
North. Sorrow and griefe of heart,
Makes him speake fondly like a franticke man:
Yet he is come.
Bull. Stand all apart,
And shew faire dutie to his maiestie:
He kneeles downe. My gracious lord.
King. Faire coofin you debase your princely knee,
To make the base earth proud with kisling it :
Me rather had my heart might feele your loue,
Then my vnpleafed eye fee your curtesie:
Vp coosin vp; your heart is vp I know,
Thus high at least, although your knee be low.
Bull. My gracious lord, I come but for mine owne.
King. Your owne is yours, and I am yours and all.
Bull. So farre be mine, my most redoubted lord,
As my true feruice shall deserue your loue.
King. Well you deserue *: they well deserue to haue,
That know the strong'st and surest way to get.
Vnckle, giue me your hand; nay dry your eyes,
Teares shew their loue, but want their remedies.
Coosin, I am too young to be your father,
Though you are old enough to be + heyre;
What you will haue, Ile giue, and willing too:
* deferu'd ot be my
For doe we must, what force will haue vs do :
Set on towards London, coolin is it so ?
Bull. Yea my good lord.
King. Then I must not say no.
with her attendants + Que. What sport shall we deuise heere in this garden, To driue away the heauie thought of care ?
Lady. Madam weele play at bowles.
Que. Twill make me thinke the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune runnes against the bias.
Lady. Madam weele daunce.
Que. My legs can keepe no measure in delight,
When my poore heart no measure keepes in griefe :
Therefore no dauncing girle, some other sport.
Lady. Madam weele tell tales.
Que. Of forrow or of griefe ?
Lady. Of either madam.
Que. Of neither girle,
For if of ioy, being altogither wanting,
It doth remember me the more of sorrow :
Or if of griefe, being altogither fadd I
It addes more sorrow to my want of ioy :
For what I haue I neede not to repeate,
And what I want it bootes not to complaine.
Lady. Madam lle sing.
Que. Tis well that thou hast cause,
But thou shouldīt please me better wouldst thou weepe.
Lady. I could weepe madain, would it do you good.
Quee. And I could fing would weeping do me good,
And neuer borow any teare of thee.
But stay, heere commeth the gardiners,