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King. I pardon him as God shall pardon me,
Dutc. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee.
King. I pardon him with all my heart. .
King. But for our trustie brother in law and * the abbot,
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,
For t’is a signe of loue: and loue to Richard,
Enter a groome of the stable *.
Rich. Thanks noble peere :
Groome. I was a poore groome of thy stable, king,
Rich. Rode he on Barbarie, tell me gentle friend,
Groome. So proudlie, as if he + disdaind the ground.
Rich. So proud that Bullingbrooke was on his backe :
t be bad.
* 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.
Enter one to Richard with meat f.
Keeper. My lord I dare not, fir Pierce of Exton,
Rich. The diuell take Henry of Lancaster and thee:
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,
Exton. As full of valour, as of royall blood:
Enter keeper with a dish.
+ keeper with a dish.