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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63158	The Sicilian usurper a tragedy as it was acted at the Theatre-Royal : with prefatory epistle in vindication of the author, occasioned by this play on the stage / written by N. Tate.	Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Richard II.	1691 (1691)	Wing T216; ESTC R37870	40,266	69

find one heynous Article Containing the deposing of a King And cracking the strong warrant of an Oath Markt with a blot damn'd in the book of Heav'n Nay all of you that stand and look upon me Waiting to see my Misery bait it self Like Pilates have betray'd me to my Cross And water cannot wash away your sin North. My Lord dispatch read ore the Articles King My Eyes are full of Tears I cannot see North. My Lord King No Lord of thine thou false insulting Man Nor no Man's Lord I have no Name no Title Let me Command a Mirrour hither streight That it may shew me what a Face I have Since stript and Bankrupt of it's Majesty Bul. Fetch him a Glass North. In the mean time read o're this Paper King Hell for a Charm to lay This foul Tormenting Fiend Bul. Urge it no more Nortbumberland Nor. The Commons Sir will not be satisfi'd Unless he Read Confess and Sign it too King They shall be satisfi'd I 'le Read enuff When I shall see the very Book indeed Where all my faults are writ and that 's my Self Give me that Mirrour Views himself in the Glass No deeper wrinkles yet has Sorrow struck So many many blows upon these Cheeks and made No deeper wounds O' flattring Instrument Like to my followers in prosperity So shall just Fate dash them as I dash thee Breaks it So Pomp and Fals-hood ends I 'll beg one Boon Then take my leave and trouble you no more Shall I obtain it Bul. Name it fair Cousin King Fair Cousin I am greater than a King For when I was a King my Flatterers Were then but Subjects being now a Subject I have a King here for my Flaterer 'T is onely leave to go Bul. Whether King Why from your sight and then no matter where Bul. Convey him to the Tower King Ha! ha my fortune's Malice now Is grown so strange that 't is become my sport Convey Convey Conveighers are you all That rise thus nimbly on your Monarchs fall Bul. Lords I shall study to requite your Favours On Wednesday next we Solemnly set down Our Coronation so prepare your selves All Long live King Bullingbrook Henry the Fourth York Well my Allegiance follows still the Crown True to the King I shall be and thereon I kiss his Hand 't is equally as true That I shall always Love and Guard the King As that I always shall hate Bullingbrook The King 's Sacred be Herford what he will Yet 't is no Treason sure to pity Richard Bul. Break up the Assembly so wee 'll pass in state To greet the Loves of our expecting Subjects Lead there and bid our Trumpets speak Ex. Bullingbrook attended shouts without York Peace Hell-hounds or your own breath Poyson ye King Good Uncle give 'em way all Monsters Act To their own kind so do the Multitude Shout again Carl. Why impious hardned wretches Brands for Hell Forbear this barb'rous Out-rage Tears of Blood Can never wash this Monstrous Guilt away King What must I then preach Patience to my Priest Let no Man's wrongs complain whilst mine are silent How think ye my good Friends will not Succeeding Ages call this Day to witness What Changes sway the World your King must pass A Spectacle of scorn through crouded streets That at the same time view th' usurpers Triumph Heav'n shut thy Eye till this dire Scene be past The light that sees it sure will be the last Ex. Guarded ACT V. Enter Dutchess and Aumarle Dutch AT that sad passage Tears broke off your Story Where rude misgovern'd Hands from Windows threw Rank weeds and rubbish on King Richard's Head Aum. Then as I said the haughty Bullingbrook Mounted upon an hot and fiery Steed Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know With slow but stately pace kept on his Course Whilst all Tongues cry'd God save King Bullingbrook You wou'd have thought the very Windows spoke So many greedy looks of young and old Through Casements darted their desiring Eyes You wou'd have thought the very Walls themselves With all their painted Imag'ry had cry'd Hail to the King all Hail to Bullingbrook Whilst bending lower than his Coursers neck The Rabble he saluted on each side Thus praising and thus prais'd he past along Dutch Alas poor Richard where rides he the while Aum. As in the Theatre the Eyes of Men After a well-grac't Actor leaves the Stage Are idly bent on him that enters next With such contempt they turn'd their Eyes from Richard No joyful Tongue gave him his welcome home But Dust was thrown upon his sacred Head Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off His Face still combating with Smiles and Fears The Badges of his Grief and Patience That had not Heav'n for some strange purpose steel'd The Hearts of Men they must of force relented And Cruelty it self have pity'd him Enter York York What in Tears still Well Heav'ns will must be mark me Boy I cannot blame thy grieving for Richard because I do it my self neither can I blame thee for not loving Bullingbrook because I cannot do it my self But to be true to him or rather to our Oath being now his sworn Subjects I conjure thee This I speak because the King suspects thee and made me even now pledge for thy truth and fealty Bear you well therefore in this new Spring of Government lest you be cropt before your time Well what News from Oxford Boy Hold th' intended Triumphs there 'T is said our new King will grace them with his Presence Aum. They hold my Lord for certain and as certain This upstart King shall die if he comes there York Ha! come nearer what Seal is that which hangs out from thy Bosom Ha! lookst thou pale Let me see the writing Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me It is a matter of small consequence Which for some reasons I wou'd not have seen York Which for some reasons Sir I mean to see Just as I fear'd Treason foul Treason Villain Traytor Snatches it Dutch What 's the matter my Lord good York inform me York Away fond Woman give me my Boots saddle my Horse Dutch The matter Son Aum. Good Madam be content It is no more than my poor Life must Answer Dutch Thy Life Servant enters Hence Villain strike him Aumarle York My Boots I say I will away to th' King Dutch Why York what wilt thou do Wilt thou not hide the Trespass of thine own York Peace Woman or I will impeach thee too Wou'dst thou conceal this dark Conspiracy A dozen of 'em here have tane the Sacrament And interchangeably set down their Hands To kill the King at Oxford Dutch He shall be none We 'll keep him here then what 's that to him York Tho' I love not Bullingbrook yet I hate Treason and will impeach the Villain Dutch Our Son our only Son our Ages comfort Is he not thine own York Wise I believe it therefore I impeach him were he none of mine let his own Father

Uncle York come as I guess To Treat with us being doubtful of his strength His hot and testie humour else wou'd nere Salute us but with Blows be ready Guards When I shall give Command My Noble Uncle York Shew me thy humble Heart and not thy Knee Whose Duty 's feign'd and false Bull. My Gracious Uncle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace and Uncle me no Uncle I am no Traytors Uncle I renounce thee Why have these banisht and forbidden Feet Dar'd once to touch a Dust of English ground But more then why why have they dar'd to march So many Miles upon her Peaceful Bosom Frighting her pale-fac't Villages with War Com'st thou because th' annointed King is hence Why graceless Boy the King is left behind And in my Loyal Bosom lies the Power Were I but now the Lord of such hot Youth As when brave Gaunt thy Father and my Self Rescu'd the Black Prince that young Mars of Men O then how quickly should this Arm of mine Now Pris'ner to the Palsie Chastise thee And this raw Crew of hot-braind Youth about thee Your Boys should have Correction much Correction Bull. Why reverend Uncle let me know my fault On what Condition stands it and wherein York Even in Condition of the worst Degree In gross Rebellion and detested Treason Thou art a Banisht Man and here art come Before the Expiration of thy time In braving Arms against thy Sovereign Bull. As I was Banisht I was Banisht Herford But as I come for Lancaster Look on my wrongs with an indifferent Eye You are my Father for methinks in you I see Old Gaunt Alive O then my Father Will you permit that I shall stand Condemnd A wandring Vagabond my Rights and Royalties Snatcht from my Hand perforce and giv'n away To up-start Unthrifts wherefore was I Born If that my Cousen King be King of England It must be granted I am Duke of Laneaster York Thy words are all as false as thy Intents The King but for the Service of the State Has Borrow'd thy Revenue for a time And Pawn'd to me his Honour to repay it Which I as Gaunt Executour allow'd Bull. Then Uncle I am sorry you have drawn the Guilt on your own head and that of Course Justice must fall there too we must Commit you to our Guards Custody York Perfidious Villain Now he that has a Soul give me a Sword And since my Followers are too few to Engage Give but this Villain here and me a Ring And if you do not see a Traytor Cudgell'd As a Vile Traytor should I 'll give ye leave To hang my Brawn i' th' Sun North. The Duke has sworn he comes but for his own And in that Claim we all resolve to Assist him York What says Northumberland thou rev'rend Rebel Think what a Figure makes thy Beard amongst This Callow Crew allow that he were wrong'd As on the Kings Faith and mine he is not Yet in this kind to come with threatning Arms To Compass right with wrong it may not be And you that do abet him in this sort From the hoar'd Head to the raw beardless Chin Cherish Rebellion and are Rebels all Bull. We have not leisure to debate strike Drums York Now the Villains Curse light on thee and if thou dost seize the Crown mayst thou be more Plagu'd with being King than I am with being Deputy SCENE the Fourth Enter Rabble A Shoomaker Farrier Weaver Tanner Mercer Brewer Butcher Barber and infinite others with a Confused Noise 1. Silence hea I Revelation Stitch Command Silence All. Peace hoa 1. Am I not Nobly Descended and Honourably Born 2. Right the Field is Honourable and there was he Born under a Hedge 1. Have I not born Commission with Watt Tyler witness our luminary lost in that Service and was I not president at Jack Straw's Councel to kill all the Nobility and Clergy but the Fryers mendicant that in our Reign wou'd soon have starv'd out o' th' way All. Hum hum hem 1. What place then do our guifts desere at such a season where the temporal King is absent and Usurpers invade 2. Why it behoveth theeto take unto thee a good Conscience and make thy felf King 1. Simon Shuttle I never lik't thy Politicks our meanest Brethren pretend to the spirit of Governing our Talent is to govern the Governour therefore as Bullingbrook shall approve himself to our liking we will fix him upon the last of the Government or cast him out amongst the shreds and shavings of the Common-wealth 4. But pray Neighbour what is this same Common-wealth 3. You may see it at Smithfield all the Fair-time 't is the Butt End of the Nation 5. Peace hea hear Master Revelation expound it 1. Why the Common-wealth is a-Kin to your-a-republick like Man and Wife the very same thing only the Common-wealth is the Common-wealth and the Republick is the Republick 2. What an excellent Spirit of knowledge is here 3. Wee 'l have no more Bills nor Bonds but all shall be reduc't to the Score and Tally 4. No Physick but what shall be administer'd in a Horn. 5. We 'l have Priviledges taken off and all sorts compell'd to pay their Debts 7. I except against that I would rather break than have gentlemen out of my debt it gives us priviledg of being Sawcy how are we fain to oringe 'till we have got them into our Books and then I warrant we can cock up with the best of ' em I hate mortally to be paid off it makes a man such a sneaking Rascal 1. We will have strict and wholsom Laws 6. Laws Strict Laws so will there be no mischief done and our Profession starve I 'll ha' no Laws Others no Laws no Laws no Laws Others Laws Laws Laws They Scuffle 1. Hark Bullingbrook approaches put your selves in posture and Sow-gelder wind me a strong Blast to return their Complement Flourish here Enter Bullingbrook with his Army North. Behold my Lord an Object strange and suddain The Rabble up in Arms to mock your pow'rs As once the Indian Apes are said to have done To Alexander's Army Pierc Death my Lord. Permit me play for once the Scavinger And sweep this Dirt out of your way Bull. Gently my valiant Piercy Rage is the proper weapon of these Bruits With which 't is odds they foil us Rainston go to 'em Bespeak 'em fair and know what caus'd this Tumult 1. Oh an envoy know of him his Quality 4. 'T is Sir John Rainston I have wrought for him 1. Down on thy knee now because we will observe Decorums of State rise up Sir John Drench and Treat with him Bull. Hold Rainston we will treat with 'em in person For in their looks I read a sober judgment All carefull to preserve the publick weal Chiefly this awful man to whose grave Censure We do refer the justice of our Arms. 2. Goodly what a gracious person he is Bull. I weep for joy to see so brave a spirit So jealous of your