1 That by confeffing them, the foules of men Rich. Muft I doe fo? and muft I rauell out Would it not fame thee in fo faire a troope, There shouldst thou find one hainous article, And cracking the ftrong warrant of an oath, Whilft that my wretchedneffe doth bate my felfe; North. My lord dispatch, read ore thefe articles. North. My lord. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man, Nor no mans lord; I haue no name, no title, That I haue worne fo many winters out, *follies. Nay al + bait. ta foveraigne. And And know not now, what name to call my felfe, Good king, great king; and yet not greatly good; That it may fhew me what a face I haue, Bul. Go fome of you and fetch a looking-glaffe. North. Read ore this paper while the glafje doth come. Oh flattering glaffe, like to my followers in profperitie! Bul. The fhadow of your forrow hath deftroyd Enter one with a glaffe, +Give me that glaffe and therein will I reade. Rich. Say that againe: the fhadow of my forrow; Ha lets fee: tis very true, my griefe Lies all within, and thefe externall manners Of laments are meerely shadowes to the unfeene. Rich. Faire coole, why ? I am greater then a king. For when I was a king, my flatterers were then but ** fubie&ts Being now a fubiect, I have a king heere To my flatterer; being so great, I have no need to beg. Bul. Yet afke. Rich. And fhall I haue it ††? Bul. You sball. Rich. Why then giue me leaue to goe. Bul. Whither? Ric. Whither you will, fo I were from your fights. That rife thus nimbly by a true kings fall. §§ Bul. On Wednesday next we folemnely set downe, Our coronation; lords prepare yourfelues. Exeunt. Manet Weft. Carleill, Aumerle. Abbot. A woefull pageant haue we heere beheld. Car. The woe's to come; the children yet vnborne, Shall feele this day as fharpe to them as thorne. There lies the fubßance, and I thank thee king for thy great bounty, that, &c. fourth edition. Shall I obtaine it? tit omitted. next, We folemnly proclaime our coronation. Cafin I am. ** #y. §§ Let it be so, and loe on Wednesday Lords be ready all. First Edition. Aum. Aum. You holy clergiemen, is there no plot, To bury mine intent, but alfo to effect Enter queene, with her attendants t Exeunt. t Queene. This way the king will come, this is the way To Iulius Cafars ill erected tower. To whofe flint bofome my condemned lord Is doomde a prifoner by proud Bullingbrooke. Haue any refting for her true kings queene. Enter Richard. || But foft, but fee, or rather, do not fee, And wash him fresh againe with true loue teares. Rich. Ioyne not with griefe, faire woman, do not fo, • My lord before, &c. † Altus Quintus. Scœna Prima. and gard ‡ and ladies. Το To thinke our former ftate a happy dreame, Will keepe a league till death. Hie* thee to France, Our holy liues must winne a new worlds crowne, downe. Queene. What is my Richard both in fhape and mind, Transformd and weakned? hath Bullingbrooke Depofd thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? The lyon dying thrusteth foorth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing elfe, with rage, To be o'repowerd; and wilt thou pupil-like Take thy correction, mildly kisse the rodde, And fawne on rage with bace humilitie, Which art a lyon, and a king of beasts? King. A king of beafts indeed, if aught but beafts f I had been still a happy king of men. Good (fometime queene) prepare thee hence for France, As from my death-bed my last liuing leaue. In winters tedious nights ‡ fit by the fire With good old folkes, and let them tell thee tales And ere thou bid good to quite their griefe, And fend the hearers weeping to their beds: And in compaffion weepe the fire out; And fome will mourne in afhes, fome cole blacke, For the depofing of a rightfull king. Higb. firicken. † beaft. ‡ night. good night, § fall. ** fimpatbife. †† my. Enter |