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King. I pardon him as God shall pardon me,

Dutc. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee.
Yet am I ficke for feare, speake it againe ;
Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twaine,
But makes one pardon strong.

King. I pardon him with all my heart. .
Dutch. A God on earth thou art.

King. But for our trustie brother in law and * the abbot,
With all the rest of that consorted crew,
Destruction strait Mall dog them at the heeles,
Good vnckle, helpe to order seuerall powers
To Oxford, or where ere these traitours are,
They shall not liue within this world I sweare,
But I will haue them, if I once know † where.
Vnckle farewell, and coolin & adue,
Your mother well hath prayed, and prooue you true.
Dutc. Come my old sonne, I pray God || make thee new.

Exeunt. Manet Sir Pierce Exton, &c. $

Exton. Didst thou not marke the K**. what words he spake Haue I no friend will rid me of this liuing feare ? Was it not so?

Man. These tt were his very if words.

Exton. Have I no friend quoth he ? he spake it twice, And vrgde it twice together, did he not ?

Man. He did.

Exton. And speaking it, he wiltly lookt on me, As who should say, I would thou wert the man, That would diuorce this terrour from my heart, Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come, lets go, I am the kings friend, and will rid his foe. Exeunt. 1

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Enter Richard alone. Rich. I haue been studying how to compare This prison where I liue, vnto the world: And for because the world is populous, And heere is not a creature but my selfe, I can not do it: yet Ile hammer it out: My braine Ile prooue the female to my foule ; My foule the father, and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts; And these saime thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world : For no thought is contented: the better sort, As thoughts of things diuine are intermixt With scruples, and do set the word * is † felfe Against thy word ', as thus : come little ones, and then againo It is as hard to come as for a cammell To thread the small | posterne of a small needles eye: Thoughts tending to ambition they doe plot Vnlikelie wonders : how these vaine weake nayles May teare a passage thorow the Ainty ribs Of this hard world, my ragged prison walles : And for they cannot die in their owne pride, Thoughts tending to content, Aatter themselues, That they are not the first of fortunes saues, Nor shall not be the last, like seely beggars ; Who sitting in the stockes, refnuge s their Mame, That many haue, and others must sit there, And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Bearing their owne misfortunes on the backe Of such as haue before indurde the like. Thus play I in one prison many people, And none contented; sometimes am I a king, * faith. tit, Ite faitb. Il fmall omitted. refs, refate.


Then treasons make me with my felfe a begger,
And so I am: then crushing penurie
Perswades me I was better when a king;
Then am I a king * againe, and by and by,
Thinke that I am vnkingd by Bullingbrooke,
And straight am nothing. But what ere I be t,
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
With nothing, shall be pleasde, till he be easde
With being nothing musicke do I heare;

musicke plaies.
Ha, ha, keepe time; how fowre sweete musicke is
When time is broke, and no proportion kept,
So is it in the musicke of mens liues :
And heere haue I the daintinessc of care I
To checke || time broke in disordered string:
But for the concord of my state and time,
Had not an eare to heare my true time broke:
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me:
For now hath time made ý his numbring clocke;
My thoughts are minutes, and with sighes they iarre,
There watches on unto ** mine eyes the outward watch,
Whereto my finger like a dials point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from teares.
Now fir, the found that tels what howre it is,
Are clamorous groanes, which strike vpon my heart,
Which is the bell : fo fighes, and teares, and groanes,
Shew minutes, times, and houres tt: but If my time
Runnes posting on in Bullingbrooks proud ioy,
While I stand fooling heere his iacke of the clocke :
This musicke maddes me, let it sound no more,
For though it hath ||| holp madde men to their wits,
In me it seemes it will make wise men madde.
Yet blesling on his heart that giues it me,
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** to.

For t’is a signe of loue: and loue to Richard,
Is a strange brooch in this al-hating world.

Enter a groome of the stable *.
Groome. Haile royall prince.

Rich. Thanks noble peere :
The cheapest of vs is ten groats too deare.
What art thou ? and how commest thou hither,
Where no man euer comes but that fad dogge,
That brings me foode to make misfortune liue ?

Groome. I was a poore groome of thy stable, king,
When thou wert king: who trauelling towards Yorke,
With much adoe (at length) haue gotten leaue
To looke vpon my sometimes royall maisters face :
Oh how it ernd my heart, when I beheld
In London streets that coronation day,
When Bulling brooke rode on roane Barbarie,
That horse, that thou so often hast bestride,
That horse, that I lo carefully haue drest.

Rich. Rode he on Barbarie, tell me gentle friend,
How went he vnder him?

Groome. So proudlie, as if he + disdaind the ground.

Rich. So proud that Bullingbrooke was on his backe :
That iade hath eate bread from my royall hand;
This hand hath made him proud with clapping him:
Would he not stumble ? would he not fall downe?
Since pride must haue a fall, and breake the necke
Of that proud man, that did vsurpe his backe?
Forgiuenesse horse, why do I rayle on thee?
Since thou created to be awde by man,
Walt borne to beare, I was not made a horse,
And yet I beare a burthen like an asse,
Spurde, galde ț, and tyrde by iauncing Bullingbrocke.


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* Keeper. Fellow giue place, heere is no longer stay. Rich. If thou loue me, tis time thou wert away. Groo. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.

Exit groome.

Enter one to Richard with meat f.
Keeper. My lord, wilt please you to fall to ?
Rich. Tast of it first, as thou wert I wont to do.

Keeper. My lord I dare not, fir Pierce of Exton,
Who lately came from the king, commands the contrary.

Rich. The diuell take Henry of Lancaster and thee:
Patience is stale, and I am wearie of it.
Keeper. Helpe, helpe, helpe.

The murderers rub in.

Rich. How now, what meanes death in this rude assault? Villaine thine owne hand yeilds thy deaths instrument, Goe thou and fill another roome in hell.

Here Exton strikes him downe.

Rich. That hand shall burne in neuer-quenching fire,
That staggers thus my person: Exton, thy fierce hand
Hath with the kings blood staind the kings owne land:
Mount, mount my soule, thy seate is vp on hie,
Whilft my grosse flera fiakes downeward heere to die.

Exton. As full of valour, as of royall blood:
Both haue I spild; oh would the deed were good!
For now the deuill that told me I did well,
Sayes that this deed is chronicled in hell :
This dead king to the liuing king lle beare,
Take hence the rest, and giue them buriall heere. Exit.

Enter keeper with a dish.

+ keeper with a dish.

I art.

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