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In earth as quiet as thy fathers scull.
In proofe whereof there is my bonours pawne,
Ingage it to the tryall if thou darft.
Fitz. How fondly doft thou spurre a forward horse.
If I dare eate, or drinke, or breath, or liue,
I dare meet Surry in a wilderneffe,
And spit vpon him whilft I say he lyes,
And lyes, and lyes: there is my * bond of fayth,
To tie thee to my strong correction :
As I intend + to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guiltie of my true appeale.
Besides, I heare the banifhed Norfolke fay:
That thou Aumerle didft send two of thy men
To execute the noble duke of Callice.
Aum. Some honest christian trust me with a gage,
That Norfolke lyes, heere do I throw downe this,
If he may be repeald to try his honour?
Bull. These differences shall all rest ynder gage,
Till Norfolke be repeald, repeald he shall be,
And though mine enemie, restor'd againe
To all his lands and signories : when he is return'd,
Against Aumerle we will inforce his triall.
Carl. That honorable day shall neuer g be seene:
Many a time hath bapisht Norfolke fought
For lefus Cbrift, in glorious christian field,
Streaming the ensigne of the christian crosse,
Against blacke Pagans, Turkes, and Saracens,
And toyld with workes of warre, retir'd himselfe
To Italy, and there at Venice gaue
His body to a pleasant countries earth,
And his púre foule vnto his captaine Chrift,
Vader whose colours he had fought fo loog.
Bull. Why bishop, is Norffolke dead?
Carl. As sure as I liue, my lord.
Bull. Sweet peece conduct his sweet foule to the bosome
of good old Abraham : lords appellants,
Your differences shall all rest under gage,
Till we afligne you to your dayes of triall.
Yorke. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee,
From plume-pluckt Richard, who with willing foule
Adopts thee heire, and his high scepter yeelds
To the possession of thy royall hand:
Ascend his throne, descending now from him,
And long live Henrie, fourth of that name *
Bul. In Gods name, Ile ascend the regall throne.
Carl. Marry God forbid.
Worst in this royall presence I may I speake:
Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth :
Would God + any in this noble presence.
Were enough noble to be vpright iudge
Of noble Richard: then true noblenesse would
Learne him forbearance from fo foule a wrong.
What subiect can giue fentence on his king?
And who fits heere that is not Richards fubiect?
Theeues are not iudged, but they are by to heare,
Although apparant guilt be seene in them :
And shall the figure of Gods maiestie,
His captaine, steward, deputie, elect,
Annointed, crowned J, planted many yeares,
Be iudg'd by subicet ** and inferior breath,
And he himselfe not present ? oh forfend If it God,
That in a christian climate foules refinde,
of that name the fourtb. + Heaven. 1 may 1. + God that, $ crown'd and.
Should thew fo hainous blacke obscene a deede.
I speake to subiects, and a subiect speakes,
Stird vp by God * thus boldly for his king.
My lord of Hereford here whom you call king,
Is a foule traitor to proud Herefords king,
And if you crowne him, let me prophesie,
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groane for his foule act,
Peace shall goe sleepe with Turkes and infidels,
And in this feate of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound :
Disorder, horror, feare and mutinie,
Shall heere inhabit, and this land be cald
The field of Golgotha and dead mens skuls.
Oh if you raise + this house against his house,
It will the wofullest diuision prooue,
That euer fell vpon this cursed earth:
Preuent it, result it, and let it not be so,
Least child, childs children crie against you woe.
North. Well haue you argued sir, and for your paines,
Of capitall treason, we arrest you here :
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge,
To keepe him fafely till his day of triall.
| May it please you lords, to graunt the common fuite,
Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
He may surrender, so we shall proceed without sufpition.
rorke. I will be his conduct.
Bul. Lords, you that are here, are under our arrest,
Procure your fureties for your daies of answere ;
Little are we beholding to your loue.
And little looke for at your helping hands.
* Heaven, treare.
|| These lines in Italicks were all added lince the edition in 1598. & commons.
Entér king Richard.
Rich. Alacke why am I sent for to a king,
Before I haue sbooke off the regall thoughts
Wherewith I raignd; I bardlie yet haue learnt
To infinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbes * ?
Giue forrow leaue a while to tutor me t to this fubmiffion :
Yet I well remember the fauours of these men,
Were they not mine ? did they not sometimes crie al haile
To me? so Iudas did to Chrift; but he in twelue,
Found truth in all but one ; I in twelue thousand none :
God faue the king, will no man say amen :
Am I both priest and clarke; well then, amen.
God saue the king, although I be not hee,
And yet amen, if heauen do thinke him mee :
To do what feruice am I sent for hither :
Yorke. To do that ofice of thine owne good will,
Which tired maiestie did make thee offer ;
The rehgnation of thy state and crowne
To Harry Bullingbrooke.
Rich. Seaze the crowne f.
Heere coolin, on this side my hand, and on that side yours :
Now is this golden crowne like a deepe well,
That owes two buckets filling one an other,
The emptier euer dauncing in the ayre,
The other downe vnfeene, and full of water :
That bucket downe, and full of teares, am I,
Drinking my griefe, whilp you mount up on high.
Bul. I thought you had been willing to resigne ?
Ric. My crowne I am, but still my griefes are mine : You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefes, still am I king of thoje.
Bul. Part of your cares you giue me with your crown.
Give metbe criwr. bere coufir.
Rich. Your cares set up, do not plucke my cares down:
My care is losse of care, by old care done,
Your care is gaine of care by new care won :
The cares I giue, I haue, though giuen away,
They tend the crowne, yet still with me they stay.
Bul. Are you contenteil to resigne the crowne ?
Rich. I, no no I, for, I mut nothing bee,
Therefore no no, for I resigne to thee,
Now marke me how I will undoe my selfe:
I giue this heauie waight froin off my head,
And this unweildie fcepter from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart:
With mine owne teares I walk away my balme *,
With mine owne hands I giue away my crowne,
With mine owne tongue denie my facred state,
With mine owne breath release all duties ritest,
All pompe and maieftie I doe forfweare,
My mannors, rents, reuenewes I forgee,
My actes, decrees, and statutes I denie.
God pardon all oathes that are broke to me,
God keepe all vowes unbroke that sweare I to thee :
Make me that nothing haue, with nothing grieud,
And thou with all pleasd, that haft all atchieud:
Long mays thou liue in Richards feat to fit,
And foone lie Richard in an earthly pit :
God faue king Harry unkingd Richard faies,
And send him many yeeres of Jun-lbine daies.
What more remaines?
North. No more, but that you read
These accusations, and these grieucus crimes,
Committed by your person, and your followers,
Against the state and profite of this land ;