detested treason Thou art a banisht man and here art come Before the expiration of thy time In braâ—â—ng armes against thy soueraigne Bull. As I was banisht I was banisht Hereford But as I come I come for Lancaster And noble Vnckâ—e I beseech your grace Looke on my wrongs with an indiffereâ—t eie You are my father for me thinkes in you I see old Gaunt aliue Oh then my father Will you permit that I shall stand condemnd A wandering vagabond my rights and royalties Pluckt from my armes perforce and giuen away To vpstart vnthrifts wherefore was I borne If that my cousin King be King in England It must be granted I am duke of Lancaster You haue a sonne Aumerle my noble cousin Had you first died and he bin thus trod downe He should haue found his vncle Gaunt a father To rowze his wrongs and chase them to the baie I am denyed to sue my Liuery here And yet my leâ—ters paâ—tents giue me leaue My fathers goods are all â—â—strainde and sold And these and all are all amisse employed What would you haue me do I am a subiect And I challenge law Atturnies are denied me And therefore personally I lay my claime To my inheritance of free descent North. The noble Duke hath bin too much abused Rosse It stands your Grace vpon to do him right Willo Base men by his endowments are made great Yorke My Lords of England let me tell you this I haue had feeling of my couâ—ins wrongs And labourd all I could to do him right But in this kind to come in brauing armes Be his owne caruer and cut out his way To finde out right wyth wrong it may not be And you that do abette him in this kinde Cherish rebellion and are rebells all North. The noble Duke hath sworne his comming is But for his owne and for the right of that We al haue strongly sworne to giue him ayde And let him neuer see ioy that breakes that oath Yorke Wel wel I see the issue of these armes I cannot mend it I must needes confesse Because my power is weake and all ill left But if I could by him that gaue me life I would attach you all and make you stoope Vnto the soueraigne mercie of the king But since I cannot be it knowen vnto you I do remaine as newter so fare you well Vnlesse you please to enter in the castle And there repose you for this night Bull. An offer vncle that we will accept But we must winne your Grace to go with vs To Bristow castle which they say is held By Bushie Bagot and their complices The caterpillers of the commonwealth Which I haue sworne to weede and plucke away Yorke It may be I will go with you but yet Ile pawse For I am loath to breake our countries lawes Nor friends nor foes to me welcome you are Things past redresse are now with me past care Exeunt Enter erle of Salisbury and a Welch captaine Welch My lord of Salisbury we haue stayed ten dayes And hardly kept our countrymen together And yet we heare no tidings from the King Therefore we will disperse our selues farewell Salis. Stay yet an other day thou trustie Welchman The King reposeth all his confidence in thee Welch Tis thought the King is dead we wil not stay The bay trees in our country are al witherd And Meteors fright the fixed starres of heauen The pale-facde moone lookes bloudie on the earth And leane-lookt prophets whisper fearefull change Rich men looke sad and ruffians daunce and leape The one in feare to looâ—e what they enioy The other to enioy by rage and warre These signes forerunne the death or fall of Kings Farewell our countrymen arâ—gone and sled As well assuâ—ed Richard their King is dead Salis. Ah Richard with the eies of heauy mind I see thy glory like a shooting staâ—re Fall to the base earth from the firmament Thy sunne sets weeping in the lowly west Witnessing stormes to come wo and vnâ—est Thy friends are fled to wait vpon thy foes And crosly to thy good all fortune goes Enter Duke of Hereford Yorke Northumberland Bushie and Greene prisoners Bull. Bring forth these men Bushie and Greene I will not vex your soules Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues For twere no charitie yet to wash your bloud From off my hands heere in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths You haue misled a Prince a royall King A happy Gentleman in bloud and lineaments By you vnhappied and disfigured cleane You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a diuorce betwixt his Queene and him Brâ—ke the possession of a royall bed And stainde the beutie of a faire Queenes cheekes With teares drawen from her eies by your fowle wrongs My selfe a Prince by fortune of my birth Neere to the King in bloud and neere in loue Till you did make him misinterpret me Haue stoopt my necke vnder your iniuries And sigh't my English breath In forren cloudes Eating the bitter bread of banishment Whilst you haue fed vpon my segâ—ories Disparkt my parkes and felld my forrest woods From my owne windowes torne my houshold coate Racâ—t out my impâ—eese leauing me no signe Saue mens opinions and my liuing bloud To shew the world I am a gentleman This and much more much more then twice all this Condemns you to the death see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death Bush. More welcome is the stroke of death to me Than Bullingbrooke to England Lords farewell Greene My comfort is that heauen will take our soules And plague iniustice with the paines of hell Bul. My Lord Northumberland see them dispatcht Vncle you say the Queene is at your house For Gods sake fairely let her be intreated Tel her I send to her my kinde commends Take special care my greetings be deliuered Yorke A gentleman of mine I haue dispatcht With letters of your loue to her at large Bul. Thankes gentle vncle Come Lords away To fight with Glendor and his complices A while to worke and after holiday Exeunt Enter the King Aumerle Carleil c. King Barkloughly castle call they this at hand Aum. Yea my Lord How brookes your Grace the ayre After your late tossing on the breaking seas King Needes must I like it well I weepe for ioy To stand vpon my kingdome once againe Deere earth I do salute thee with my hand Though rebels wound thee with their horses hoofes As a long parted mother with her childe Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting So weeping smiling greete I thee my earth And do thee fauours with my royall hands Feede not thy Soueraignes foe my gentle earth Nor with thy sweetes comfort his rauenous sence But let thy Spiders that sucke vp thy venome And heauy-gated toades lie in theyr way Doing annoyance to the treacherous feete Which with vsurping steps do trample thee Yeelde stinging nettles to mine
he spent in peace then they in wars Rosse The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in farme Will. The King growen banckroâ—t like a broken man North. Reproch and dissolution hangeth ouer him Rosse He hath not money for these Irish wars His burthenous taxations notwithstanding But by the robbing of the banisht Duke North. His noble kinsman most degenerate King But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme We see the wind sit sore vpon our failes And yet we strike not but securely perish Rosse We see the very wracke that we must suffer And vnauoided is the danger now For suffering so the causes of our wracke North. Not so euen through the hollow eies of death I spie life peering but I dare not say How neere the tidings of our comfort is Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts as thou dost ours Rosse Be confident to speake Northumberland We three are but thy selfe and speaking so Thy words are but as thoughts therefore be bold North. Then thus I haue from le Port Blan A Bay in Brittaine receiude intelligence That Harry duke of Herâ—ord Rainold L. Cobham That late broke from the Duke of Exeter His brother archbishop late of Canterburie Sir Thomas Eâ—pingham sir Iohn Ramston Sir Iohn Norbery sir Robert Waterâ—on and Francis Coinâ—s All these well furnished by the Duke of Brittaine With eight tall shippes three thousand men of warre Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore Perhaps they had erâ— this but that they stay The first departing of the King for Ireland If then we shall shake off our slauish yoke Impe out our drowping countries broken wing Redeeme from Broking pawne the blemisht Crowne Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters guilt And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe Away with me in post to Rauenspurgh But if you faint as fearing to do so Stay and be secret and my selfe will go Rosse To horse to horse vrge doubts to them that feare Willo Holde out my horse and I will first be there Exeunt Enter the Queene Bushie Bagot Bush. Madam your maiestie is too much sad You promist when you parted with the King To lay aside life-harming heauines And entertaine a cheerefull disposition Queene To please the king I did to please my selfe I cannot do it yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as Griefe Saue bidding farewell to so swâ—â—te a guest As my sweete Richard yet agayne me thinkes Some vnborne sorrow ripe in Fortunes wombe Is commâ—ng towardes me and my inward soule With nothing trembles at something it grieues More then with parting from my Lord the King Bushie Each substance of a griefe hath twenty shadowes Which sheweâ— like griefe it selfe but is not so For Sorrowes eyes giazed with blinding teares Diuides one thing entire to many obiects Like perspectiues which rightly gazde vpon Shew nothing but confusion eyde awry Distinguish forme so your sweet maiestie Looking awry vpon your Lords departure Finde shapes of griefe more than himselfe to waile Which lookt on as it is is naught but shadows Of what it is not then thrice gracious Queene More then your Lords departure weep not more is not seen Or if it be tis with false Sorrowes eye Which for things true weepes things imaginarie Queene It may be so but yet my inward soule Perswades me it is otherwise how ere it be I cannot but be sad so heauie sad As thought on thinking on no thought I thinke Makes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke Bush. Tis nothing but conceit my gratious Lady Queene Tis nothing lesse conceit is still deriude From some forefather griefe mâ—ne is not so For nothing hath begot my something griefe Or something hath the nothing that I grieue Tis in reuersion that I do possesse But what it is that is not yet knowen what I cannot name tis nâ—melesse woe I wot Greene God saue your maiesty and well met Gentlemen I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland Queene Why hopest thou so tis better hope he is For his designes craue haste his haste good hope Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt Greene That he our hope might haue retirde his power And driuen into despaire an enemies hope Who strong'y hath set footing in this land The banisht Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe And with vplifted armes is safe ariude at Rauenspurgh Queene Now God in heauen forbid Greene Ah Madam tis too true and that is worse The lord Northumberland his son yong H. Percie The lords of Rosse Beaumond and Willoughby With all their powerful friends are fled to him Bush. Why haue you not proclaimd Northumberland And al the rest reuolted faction traitours Greene We haue whereupon the earle of Worcesâ—er Hath brokâ—n his Staffe resignd his Stewardship And al the houshold seruants sled with him to Bullingbrook Queene So Greene thou art the midwife to my woe Anâ— Bullingbrooke my sorowes dismall heire Now hath my soule brought forth her prodigie And I a gasping new deliueâ—d mother Haue woe to woe sorow to soâ—ow ioynde Bushie Dispaire not Madam Queene Who 〈◊〉 hinder me I will dispaire and be at enmitie With cousening Hope he is a flatterer A parasite a keeper backe of Death Who gently would dissolue the bands of life VVhich false Hope lingers in extremitie Greene Here comes the Duke of Yorke Queene VVith signes of war about his aged necke Oh ful of carefull busines are his lookes Vncle for Gods sake speake comfortable wordes Yorke Should I do so I should bely my thoughts Comfort's in heauen and we are on the earth VVhere nothing liues but câ—osses cares and griefe Your husband he is gone to saue far off VVhilst others come to make him loose at home Heere am I lefâ— to vnderprop his land Who weake with age cannot support my selfe Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made Now shall he trie his friends that flatterd him Seruingman My Lord your son was gone before I came Yorke He was why so go all which way it will The nobles they are fled the commons they are colde And will I feare reuolton Herefords side Sâ—rra get thee to Plashie to my sister Glocester Bid her send me presently a thousand pound Hold take my ring Seruingman My Lord I had forgot to tel your Lordship To day as I came by I called there But I shall grieue you to report the rest Yorke What ist knaue Seruingman An houre before I came the Dutchesse died Yorke God for his mercy what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this wofull land at once I know not what to do I would to God So my vntruth had not prouokt him to it The King had cut off my head with my brothers Whâ—t are there no Posts dispatcht for Ireland Hâ—w shal we do for money for these wars Come sister cousin I would say pray pardon me Go fellow get thee home prouide some cartes And bring
with the fall of leafe The weedes which his broad spreading leaues did shelter That seemde in eating him to hold him vp Are pluckt vp roote and all by Bullingbrooke I meane the Earle of Wiltshire Bushie Greene Man What are they dead Gard. They are And Bullingbrooke hath ceasde the wastefull king Oh what pitie is it that he had not so trimde And drest his land aâ— we this garden at time of yeare Do wound the barke the skinne of our fruit trees Lest being â—uer prowd in 〈◊〉 bloud With too much riches it 〈◊〉 it selfe Had he done so to great and growing men They might haue liude to beare and he to taste Their fruits of duety supeâ—fluous branches We loppe away that bearing boughes may liue Had he done so himselfe had borne the crowne Which waste of idle houres hath quite throwne downe Man What thinke you the King shall be deposed Gard. Deprest he is already and deposde Tis doubt he will be Letters came last night To a deare friend of the good Duke of Yoâ—kes That tell blacke tidings Queene Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking Thou old Adams likenesse set to dresse this garden How dares thy harsh rude tong sound this vnpleasing news What Eue what serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man Why dost thou say king Richard is deposde Darst â—hou thou little better thing than earth Diuine his downe fall say where when and how Canst thou by this ill tidings speake thou wretch Gard. Pardon me Madam little ioy haue I To breathe this newes yet what I say is true King Richard he is in the mightie hold Of Bullingbrooke their fortunes both are weyde In your Lo. scale is nothing but himselfe And some few vanities that make him light But in the ballance of great Bullingbrooke Besides himselfe are all the English peeres And with that oddes he weighs King Richard downe Post you to London and you will find it so I speake no moâ—e than euery one doth know Queene Nimble Mischance that aâ—â—e so light of foote Doth not thy embassage belong to me And am I last that knowes it Oh thou thinkest To seâ—ue me last that I may longest keepe Thy sorrow in my breast come Ladies go To meete at London Londons king in wo What was I borne to this that my sad looke Should grace the triumph of gâ—eat Bullingbrooke Gardner for telling me these newes of wo Pray God the plants thou graftst may neuer grow Exit Gard. Poore Queene so that thy state might be no worse I would my Skill were subiect to thy cuâ—se Here did she fall a teare here in this place Ile set a banke of Rew sowre hearb of grace Rew euen for ruth heere shortly shall be seene In the remembrance of a weeping Queene Exeunt Enter Bullingbrooke with the Lords to parliament Bull. Call forth Bagot Enter Bagot Now Bagot freely speake thy mind What thou doest know of noble Gloucesters death Who wrought it with the King and who performde The bloudy office of his timeles end Bagot Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle Bull. Cousin stand foorth and looke vpon that man Bagot My Lord Aumerle I know your daring tong Scornes to vnsay what once it hath deliuered In that dead time when Glocesters death was plotted I heard you say Is not my arme of length That reacheth from the restful English court As farre as Callice to mine vncles head Amongst much other talke that very time I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crownes Then Bullingbrookes returne to England adding withall How blest this land would be in this your cosins death Aum. Princes and noble Lords What answer shall I make to this base man Shall I so much dishonour my faire starres On equall termes to giue them chasticement Either I must or haue mine honour soild With the attainder of his slaunderous lippes Theâ—â— is my gage the manual seale of death That maâ—kes thee out for hell I say thou liest And wil maintaine what thou hast said is false In thy heart bloud though being all too base To staine the temper of my knightly sword Bull. Bagot forbeare thou shalt not take it vp Aum. Excepting one I would he were the best In all this presence that hath moude me so Fitz. If that thy valure stand on simpathie There is my gage Aumerle in gage to thine By that faire Sunne which shews me where thou standst I heard thee say and vauntingly thou spakst it That thou wert cause of noble Gloucesters death If thou deniest it twenty times thou liest And I will turne thy falshoode to thy heart Where it was forged with my rapiers point Aum. Thou darst not coward liue to see that day Fitz. Now by my soule I would it were this houre Aum. Fitzwaters thou art damnd to hell for this L. Per. Aumerle thou liest his honour is as true In this appeale as thou art all vniust And that thou art so there I throwe my gage To prooue it on thee to the extreamest point Of mortall breathing ceaze it if thou darst Aum. And if I do not may my hands rot off And neuer brandish more reuengefull steele Ouer the glittering helmet of my foe Another L. I taske the earth to the like forsworne Aumerle And spurre thee on with full as many lies As it may be hollowed in thy treacherous eare From sinne to sinne there is my honors pawne Ingage it to the triall if thou darest Aum. Who sets me else by heauen Ile throwe at all I haue a thousand spirites in one breast To answer twenty thousand such as you Sur. My lord Fitzwater I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talke Fitz. Tis very true you were in presence then And you can witnes with me this is true Sur As false by heauen as heauen it selfe is true Fitz. Surrie thou liest Sur. Dishonorable boy that lie shall lie so heauie on my sword That it shall render vengeance and reuenge Till thou the lie-giuer and that lie do lie In earth as quiet as thy fathers scull In proofe whereof there is my honours pawne Ingage it to the triall if thou darst Fitz. How fondly doest thou spurre a forward horse If I dare eate or drinke or breathe or liue I dare meet Surry in a wildernes And spit vpon him whilst I say he lies And lies and lies there is bond of faith To tie thee to my strong correction As I intende to thriue in this new world Aumerle is guiltie of my true appeale Besides I heard the banished Norffolke say That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men To execute the noble Duke at Callice Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage That Norffolke lies heere do I throwe downe this If he may be repeald to trie his honour Bull. These differences shall all rest vnder gage Till Norffolke be repeald repeald he shallbe And though mine enimie