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1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be depos'd?
Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, "Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, That tell black tidings.
O, I am press'd to death, Through want of speaking!-Thou, old Adam's likeness, Coming from her concealment. Set to dress this garden, how dares
Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?
Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I, To breathe this news: yet, what I say, is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd: In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, And some few vanities that make him light; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Besides himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs king Richard down
Post you to London, and you'll find it so:
Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.-
SCENE I. London. Westminster Hall.
The Lords spiritual on the right side of the throne; the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUmerle, SurREY, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, another Lord, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, and Attendants. Officers behind, with BAGOT.
Boling. Call forth Bagot:
Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;
What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death;
Bagot. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.
Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring
Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver❜d.
Surrey,] Thomas Holland, earl of Kent. He was brother to John Holland duke of Exeter, and was created duke of Surrey in the 21st year of King Richard the Second, 1397.
Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.
Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: By that fair sun that shows me where thou standst, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest ; And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.
Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that day.
Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this
Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this. Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true,
In this appeal, as thou art all unjust:
And never brandish more revengeful steel
Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn
And spur thee on with full as many lies
Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all:
I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence then;
And you can witness with me, this is true.
Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is
Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.
That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,
In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
in this new world,] In this world where I have just begun to be an actor. Surrey, a few lines above, called him boy.