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Lets step into the shadow of these trees.
My wretchednesle vnto a row of pines *.
They will talke of state, for euery one doth fo,
Against a change woe is fore-runne with woc.
Enter gardiners to
Gard. Goe bind thou vp yon dangling apricockes,
Which like vnruly children make their fire
Stoope with oppression of their prodigall weight:
Giue some supportance to the bending twigs.
Goe thou, and like an executioner
Cut off the heads of two | fast growing sprayes,
That looke too loftie in our common-wealth :
All must be euen in our gouerment..
You thus imployde, I will goe roote away
The noysome weedes that without profit sucke
The soyles fertilitie from holsome flowers.
Man ||. Why should we in the compaffe of a pale,
Keepe law and forme, and due proportion,
Shewing in S a modell our firme estate tt.
When our sea-walled garden, the whole land
Is full of weedes ; her fairest Aowers choakt vp,
Her fruit trees all vnprund her hedges ruinde,
Her knots disordered, and her holesome hearbes
Swarming with caterpillers.
Gard. Hold thy peace, He that hath suffred this disordered spring, Hath now himselfe met with the fall of leafe : The weedes that his broad spreading leaues did shelter, That seemde in eating him, to hold him vp, Are puld || vp, roote and all, by Bullingbrooke : I meane the earle of Wiltshire, Busbie, Greene. * pinnes + gardiner and trvo lervan's I too || Ser. $ as in ttfale WII pluckt
Alan *. What, , are they dead?
Gard. They are,
And Bullingbrooke hath seizd the wastfull king.
Oh what pictie it is, that he had not so f trimde
And drest his land; as we this garden, at time of yeere
Do wound the barke, the skinne of our fruit trees,
Least being ouer-proud with sappe and blood,
With too much riches it confound it selfe.
Had he done so, to great and growing men,
They might haue liude to beare, and he to taste
Their fruites of duetie : superfluous | branches
We loppe away, that bearing boughes may liue :
Had he done fo, himselfe had borne the crowne,
Which waste of idle houres hath quite throwne downe.
Man ç. What, thinke you the king shall be deposde?
Gard. Deprest he is already, and depofde
T'is doubt ** he will be. Letters came last night
To a deare friend of the tt duke of Yorkes,
That tell blacke tidinges.
Queen. Oh! I am prest to death through want of speaking
Thou old Adams likenes set to dresse this garden, '.
How dares thy harsh rude ff tongue found his vnpleasing
What Eue? what serpent hath suggested thee, (newes;
To make a second fall of curfed man?
Why dost thou say king Richard is depofde ?
Darst thou, thou little better thing then earth
Diuine his downe fall? say, where, when, and how
Camst thou by this ill tidinges ? speake thou wretch ?
Gard. Pardon me madam, little ioy haue I
To breath these newes, yet what I say is true:
King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
Of Bullingbrooke : their fortunes both are weyde III.
+ balb not I all fuperfluous
** doubled tt ibe good 11 rude omitted IIlI weigb'd
In your lo. * scale, is nothing but himselfe,
And some few vanities that make him light:
But in the ballance of great Bullingbrooke,
Besides himselfe, are all the Englisb peeres,
And with that oddes, he wheighes king Richard downe.
Post you to London, and you will finde it fo;
I speake no more then every one doth know.
Queen. Nimble mischaunce, that art so light of foote,
Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
And am I last that knowes t it? oh thou thinkelt
To ferue me laft, that I may longest keepe
Thy sorrow in my breaft: come ladyes, goe
To meete at London, Londons king in woe.
What, was I borne to this, that my fadd looke,
Should grace the triumph of great Bullingbrooke ?
Gardner, for telling me these I newes of woe,
Pray God I, the plants thou graftst may neuer grow. Exit.
Gard. Poore queene, so that thy state might be no worse I would my skill were subiect to thy curse, Heere did he drop a tcare, heere in this place, Ile fet a bancke of rewsowre hearbe-of-grace: Rew, euen for ruth, heere shortly shall be seene, In remembrance of a weeping queene. 19
++ Enter Bulling brooke, Aumerle, and others. Bull. Call, foorth Bagot.
Now Bagot, freely speake thy mind,
What thou dost know of noble Glocesters death,
+ krow I this || I would In the
||| Asus Quartas. Scana Prima. ++ Enter as to the parliament, Bullingbrooke, Aumerle, Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, Surrey, Carlile, abbat of Weltmimfter, berald, officers, and Bagot.
Who wrought it with the king, and who performde
The bloodie office of his timelesse end ?
Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle.
Bull. Coosin, stand foorth, and looke ypon that man. .
Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue,
Scornes to vnsay what once it hath * deliuered :
In that dead time when Glocesters death was plotted,
I heard you say, Is not my arme of length,
That reacheth from the restfull English court
As farre as Gallice to mine vnckles head ?
Amongst much other talke, that very time
I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
The offer of an hundred thousand crownes,
Then Bullingbrookes returne to England, adding withall,
How bleft this land would be in this your coolins death.
Aum. Princes, and noble lords,
What answere shall I make to this bafe man?
Shall I so much dishonour my faire starres,
On equall tearmes to giue hiin chasticement?
Either I must, or haue mine lionour foyld I
With the attainder of his Naunderous lips :
There is my gage, the manuall seale of death,
That markes thee out for hell: thou lielt,
And will maintaine what thou haft sayd, is false,
In thy heart blood, though being all too base
To staine the temper of my knightly sword.
Bull. Bagot, forbeare, thou shalt not take it vp.
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best
In all this presence, that hath mooud me so.
Fitz. If that thy valour stand on simpathie,
There is my gage Aumerle, in gage to thine ;
By that faire funne that thewes me where thou standit,
I heard thee fay, and vauntingly thou spakst it,
wbat it barb once. I fpoil'd.
That thou wert cause of noble Glocesters death :
If thou deniest it twentie times, thou lyest,
And I will turne thy falfhood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with my rapiers poynt.
Aum. Thou darst not (coward) liue I * to see the day.
Fitz. Now by my soule, I would it were this houre.
Aum. Fitzwaters, thou art damnd to hell for this.
L. Per. Aumerle, thou liest, his honour is as true,
In this appeale, as thou art all vniust,
And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
To prooue it on thee to the extremelt poynt
Of mortall breathing, seize it if thou dar'st.
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off.
And neuer brandish more reuengefull steele
Ouer the glittering helmet of my foc.
+ Another L. I take the earth to the like (forfworne Aumerle)
And spur thee on with full as many lies,
As it may be hollowed in thy trecherous eare
From finne to finne : there is my honours pawne,
Ingage it to the tryall if thou darf.
Aum. Who fets me else? by heauen lle throw at all.
I haue a thousand spirits in one breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Sur. My lord Fitzwater, I doe remember well
The verie time Aumerle and you did talke.
Fitz. | Tis very true, you were in presence then,
And you can witnesse with me this is true.
Sur. As false by heauen, as heaven it felfe is true.
Fitz. Surrie, thou lieft.
Sur. Dishonourable boy, that ly shall ly so heauie on my That it shall render vengeance and reuenge (sword, Till thou the lie-giuer, and that lie do lie,