to his Designs forbear to draw such Dangers on your Head King Be Heav'n our judge we mean him nothing fowl But shortly will with interest restore The Loan our sudden streights make necessary Weep not my Love nor drown with boding Tears Our springing Conquest bear our absence well Nor think that I have joy to part with Thee Tho never vacant Swain in silent Bowers Cou'd boast a passion so sincere as mine Yet where the int'rest of the Subject calls We wave the dearest Transports of our Love Flying from Beauty ' Arms to rugged War Conscience our first and Thou our second Care Exeunt Manent Morthumberland Piercy Ross Willoughby North. Well Lords the Duke of Lancaster is dead Will. And living too if Justice had her right For Herford then were more than a bare Name Who now succeeds departed Gaunt in nothing But in his mind 's rich Virtues the Kings pleas'd To have occasion for his temporal wealth O my heart swells but let it burst with silence Ere it be disburden'd with a liberal tongue Perc. Now rot the tongue that scants a Subjects freedom Loosers at least are priviledgd to talk And who accounts not Herfords looss his own Deserves not the esteem of Herford's friend There 's none of us here present but did weep At parting and if there be any one Whose tears are not converted now to sire He is a Crocadile North. The fate of Bullingbrook will soon be ours We hear the Tempest sing yet seek no shelter We see our wreck and yet securely perish A sure but willful Fate for had ye Spirits But worthy to receive it I cou'd say How near the tidings of our comfort is Pierc Give us thy thoughts and rate 'em as thou wilt Here 's Blood for 'em but point us to the veins That hold the richest we will empty those To purchase ' em North. Hold generous Youth This gallantry unlocks my inmost Brest Seizing a secret dearer than my heart Attend me Lords I have from Port le Blanc This very day receiv'd intelligence That our wrong'd Herford with Lord Rainold Cobham Sir Thomas Arpingham bold Sir John Rainston Sir Robert Waterton Quaint Norbery With eight tall Ships three thousand men in Arms Design with speed to touch our Northern shore If then you have a spark of British glory To imp our drooping Countries broken Wing Joyn hands with me and post to Ravenspurg Ross Now business stirs and life is worth our while Will. Nature her self of late hath broke her Order Then why should we continue our dull Round Rivers themselves refuse their wonted course Start wide or turn on their own Fountain heads Our Lawrels all are blasted rambling Meteors Affright the fixst inhabitants of Heav'n The pale fac't Moon looks bloody on the Earth And lean-lookt Prophets whisper dreadful change Pierc Away let 's post to th' North and see for once A Sun rise there the glorious Bulling-brook For our Return will not pass a thought For if our Courtiers passage be withstood We 'll make our selves a Sea and sail in Blood Exeunt Enter Queen Attended Lady Despair not Madam Queen Who shall hinder me I will despair and be at enmity With flattering hope he is a Couzener A Parasite a keeper back of Death That wou'd dissolve at once our pain and Life Which lingring hope holds long upon the Rack Yet Murders at the last the cruel'st way Lady Here comes the Duke Enter York and Servants Queen With signs of War about his aged neck And full of careful business are his looks York Death and confusion oh set my Corsleet right fetch my commanding Sword scour up the brown Bills Arm Arm Arm. Queen Now Uncle for Heav'ns sake speak comfort York Comforts in Heav'n and we are on the Earth nothing but crosses on this side of the Moon my heart stews in Choller I shall dissolve to a Gelly That your Husband shou'd have no more wit than to go a Knight Erranting whilst Rogues seize all at home and that I shou'd have no more wit than to be his Deputy at such a proper time to undertake to support a crazy Government that can scarce carry my own Fat Well Sirrah have you given my Son orders to strengthen his Forces if he prove a Flincher too Gent. My Lord I know not how he stands affected Not well I fear because at my Arrival He was withdrawn at least pretended so So that I cou'd not give him your Commands York Why so go all which way it will the Nobles are all fled and hide themselves like my ungracious Rascal or else strike in with the Rebels the Commons find our Exchequer empty and revolt too and a blessed bargain I have on 't Queen Alass my Bank and Jewels are dispos'd off For the Kings wants already and to wait Till fresh recruits come from our Fathers Court I fear will lose our Cause York Get thee to Plashy to my Sister Gloster Her Coffers I am sure are strongly lin'd Bid her send me presently 50000. Nobles Hold take my Ring fly if thou lov'st thy Head Gent. My Lord I had forgot to tell you that to day Passing by there I was inform'd But I shall grieve you to report the rest York What is 't Knave Gent. An hour before I came the Dutches Dy'd Her Son your Nephew ere her Blood was cold Makes all secure and flies to Bullingbrook York Death what a tide of woes break upon us at once Perverse Woman to take this time to Die in and the varlet her Son too to take this time to play the villain in wou'd to Heav'n the King had cut off my Head as he did my Brothers Come Sister Couzen I would say pray Pardon me if I know how to order thefe perplext Affairs I am a Sturgeon Gentlemen go Muster up your Men and meet me at Barkley Castle I should to Plashie too but time will not suffer the Wind 's cross too and will let us hear nothing from Ireland nor boots it much if they have no better News for us than we have for them All 's wrong Oh! fie hot hot Exeunt SCENE the Third The Field Flourish Enter Bullingbrook Northumberland Piercy and the Rest with their Powers Bull. And thus like Seamen scatter'd in a Storm Meet we to Revel on the safer Shore Accept my worthy Friends my dearest thanks For yet my Infant Fortunes can present Returns no Richer but when these are Ripe North. Your Presence was the Happiness we sigh'd for And now made Rich in that we seek no more Enter Ross and Willoughby Bull. My Lords y' are well return'd what News from Wales We hear that Salisbury has Levi'd there Full 40000 on the Kings behalf Ross My Lord that Cloud 's disperst the Welshmen hearing That all the North here had resign'd to you Disperst themselves and part are hither fled Will. Fortune so Labours to Confirm your Pow'r That all Attempts go cross on the Enemies side Enter York and Servants Bull. But see our
shall prove it true That Mow-bray has receiv'd eight thousand Nobles In Name of Lendings for your Highness Service All which for lew'd Employments he detains Like a false Traytor and injurious Villain Besides I say and will in Combate prove That all the Treasons Plots Conspiracies Hatcht for these eighteen years within this Realm Fetcht from false Mowbray their first Spring and Head Farther I say and on his Heart will prove it That he did Plot the Duke of Gloster's Death Whose Martial Ghost to me for Vengeance cryes And by the glorious Worth of my Descent This Arm shall give it or this Blood be spent King How high a Pitch his Resolution Soars Thomas of Norfolk what say'st thou to this Mow. O let my Sov'raign turn away his Face And bid his Ear a little while be Deaf Till I have told this slander of his Blood How Heav'n and good men hate so foul a Lyar. King Now by our Sceptres Awe I tell thee Mowbray Were he my Brother nay my Kingdoms Heir Our Blood shou'd nothing priviledge him nor bend Our upright Soul from Justice Mow. Then Bulling-brook as low as to thy Heart Thou ly'st Three parts of my Receits for Callice I have disburst amongst his Highness Souldiers The Rest I by the King's consent reserv'd Upon remainder of a dear Account Since last I went to fetch the Queen from France First swallow down that Lye for Gloster's Death I slew him not but rather to my fault Neglected my Sworn Duty in that Case Compassion being here all my Offence And for the rest of thy perfidious Charge It Issues from the rancour of a Villain The flowing Gall of a degenerate Traytor In proof of which I summon thee to Combate Beseeching of his Majesty the Grace To my wrong'd Fame t' appoint our Tryal-day Where Herford's Blood shall for his slanders pay And wash the Poyson of his Tongue away King Rash men thus long we have giv'n you the hearing Now let the pleasure of your King be heard And know our Wisdom shall prescribe a way To purge this Choller without letting Blood Forget forgive conclude and be agreed Gaunt see this difference end where it begun Wee 'l calm the Duke of Norfolk you your Son Gaunt To be a Peace-maker becomes my Age Throw down my Son the Duke of Norfolk's Gage King And Norfolk throw down his Gaunt When Harry when Obedience bids I shou'd not bid again King Will Norfolk when the King commands be slow Mow. My self dread Sov'raign at your feet I throw My Life you may command but not my Shame I cannot give nor will you ask my Fame I am Impeacht disgrac't before my King Pierc't to the Soul with Slanders Venom'd Sting Incurable but by the Traytor 's Blood That breath'd the Poyson King Rage must be withstood Give me his Gage Lyons make Leopards tame Mow. Yes but not change their Spots take but my shame And I resign my Gage my dear dread Lord The purest Treasure Mortal times afford Is spotless honour take but that away Men are but guilded Loam and painted Clay King Cousin throw down his Gage do you begin Bull. Just Heav'n defend me from so foul a sin Condemn not Sir your Blood to such disgrace Shall I seem brav'd before my Father's Face No Royal Sir ere my Blaspheaming Tongue Shall do my Loyalty so foul a wrong Or sound so base a Parle by th' Roots I 'le tear The slavish Herrald of so vile a fear And spit it bleeding where the worst disgrace And slanders harbour ev'n in Mowbray's face King Now by my Scepter you have wak't my spleen And since we sue in vain to make ye friends Prepare to meet before us in the Lists You shall and he that bauk's the Combat dies Behold me give your head-long fury Scope Each to chastise the others guilty Pride What Council cannot let the Sword decide Exeunt SCENE the Second Enter Dutchess of Glocester in Mourning Dutch How slow alas the hours of Sorrow fly Whose Wings are dampt with Tears my dear dear Gloster I have more than a Widdows loss to mourn She but laments a Death but I a Murder Enter Gaunt Gaunt When Sister will you find the way to comfort Dutch When Gaunt has found the way to Vengeance Comfort Before that hour were Guilty Edwards seven Sons whereof thy self art one Where as seven Viols of his sacred Blood Or seven fair Branches springing from one Stock Some of those Streams by natures course are dry'd Some of those Branches by the Destinies cut But Thomas my dear Lord my Life my Gloster One flourishing Branch of that most Royal Stem Is hew'd and all his verdant Leaves disperst By envies hand and Murders bloody Axe Gaunt Sister the part I have in Gloster's Blood Do's more sollicite me than your exclaims To stir against the Butchers of his life But since Revenge is Heav'ns Prerogative Put we our Quarrel to the will of Heav'n Enter York York Save ye Sister very hot oh hot weather and hot work come Brother the Lists are ready the Fight will be worth the while besides your concern there is somewhat more than ordinary I'faith now I cou'd be content to have Harry scape but for all that I wou'd have the Traytor die Gaunt Cou'd my impartial eye but find him such Fell Mow-bray's Sword should come to late Dutch Where shall my Sorrows make their last complaint If York deny me too York What wou'd our Sister Dutch Revenge and speedy for my Glosters death York Why there 't is Revenge ho a fine morsel for a Lady fasting Gloster was my Brother true but Gloster was a Traytor and that 's true too I hate a Traytor more than I love a Brother Dutch A Traytor York York 'T is somewhat a course name for a Kinsman but yet to my thinking to raise an Army execute Subjects threaten the King himself and reduce him to answer particulars has a very strong smatch with it go too you are in fault your complaints are guilty your very Tears are Treason No remedy but Patience Dutch Call it not patience York 't is cold despair In suffering thus your Brother to be slaughter'd You shew the naked path to your own Lives Ah! had his fate been yours my Gloster wou'd Have set a Nobler Prince upon your Lives York This Air grows infectious will you go Brother Dutch But one word more grief ever was a Talker But I will teach him silence of you both I take eternal leave Comforts wait on you When I am laid in Earth to some dark Cell Will I betake me where this weary Life Shall with the taper waste there shall I greet No Visitant but Death adieu my Lords If this Farewell your Patience has abus'd Think 't was my last and let it be excus'd Exeunt SCENE the Third A Pavilion of State before the Lists Marshal and Aumerle from several Entrances Marsh My Lord Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yes at all points and longs to enter
shouldst breath dear farewels to thy Friends That round thee all like silent Mourners gaze Bull. They will not censure me whose scanty time And breath 's too little to take leave of you My dear Companions you have known my Heart Too long to doubt it on a silent grief Ha! by my swelling blood my Father 's pale How fare's your honour good my Lords your hands Gaunt I feel a heaviness like Death and hope It is no counterfeit All shall be well Bull. By Heav'n it shall I feel my veins work high And conscious glory kindling in my brest Inspires a Thought to vast to be exprest Where this disgrace will end the Heav'ns can tell And Herford's Soul divines that 't will be well A Beam of royal splendor strikes my Eye Before my charm'd sight Crowns and Scepters fly The minutes big with Fate too slowly run But hasty Bullingbrook shall push'em on Ex. The End of the First Act. ACT II. A Chamber Gaunt Sick to him York York NOw Brother what cheer Gaunt Why well 't is with me as old Gaunt cou'd wish York What Harry sticks with you still well I hear he 's safe in France and very busie Gaunt My Blood were never Idle York I fear too busie come he 's a par'lous Boy I smell a confed'racy betwixt him and his Companions here Mischief will come on 't cut him off I say Let him be Kites-meat I would hang a Son to kill a Traytor Gaunt Go sleep good York and wake with better thoughts York Heav'n grant we sleep not all 'till Alarums wake us I tell you Brother I lik'd not the manner of his departure 't was the very smooth smiling Face of Infant Rebellion with what familiar Courtesie did he caress the Rabble What reverence did he throw away on Slaves Off goes his Bonnet to an Oysterwench A Brace of Dray-men bid God speed him well And had the Tribute of his supple knee Then shakes a Shoo-maker by the waxt Thumbs With thanks my Country-men my Friends my Brothers Then comes a Peal of sighs wou'd knock a Church down Roguery mechanick Roguery rank Treason Gaunt My sickness grows upon me set me higher York Villany takes its time all goes worse and worse in Ireland Rebellion is there on the Wing and here in the Egg yet still the Court dances after the French Pipe Eternal Apes of Vanity Mutiny stirring Discipline asleep Knaves in Office all 's wrong make much of your Sickness Brother if it be Mortal 't is worth a Duke-dome Gaunt How happy Heav'n were my approaching death Cou'd my last words prevail upon the King Whose easie gentle Nature has expos'd His unexperienc'd Youth to flatterers frauds Yet at this hour I hope to bend his Ear To Councel for the Tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep Harmony Where words are scarce th' are seldom spent in Vain For they breath Truth that breath their Words in Pain Enter King Queen Northumberland Ross Willoughby Piercye c. With Guards and Attendants Queen How fares our Noble Uncle Lancaster King How is 't with aged Gaunt Gaunt Ag'd as your Highness says and Gaunt indeed Gaunt as a Grave whose Womb holds nought but Bones King Can sick men play so nicely with their Names Gaunt Since thou dost seek to kill my Name in me I mock my Name great King to flatter thee King Should dying men then flatter those that Live Gaunt No no Men living flatter those that dye King Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gaunt Oh! no Thou dyest though I the sicker am King I am in health breath free but see thee ill Gaunt Now he that made me knows I see thee ill Thy death-bed is no less than the whole Land Whereon thou ly'st in Reputation sick Yet hurri'd on by a malignant fate Commit'st thy annoynted Body to the Cure Of those Physitians that first Poyson'd thee Upon thy Youth a Swarm of flatterers hang And with their fulsome weight are daily found To bend thy yielding Glories to the ground King Judge Heav'n how poor a thing is Majesty Be thou thy self the Judge when thou sick Wight Presuming on an Agues Priviledge Dar'st with thy Frozen admonition Make pale our Cheek but I excuse thy weakness Gaunt Think not the Ryot of your Court can last Tho fed with the dear Life blood of your Realms For vanity at last preys of it self This Earth of Majesty this seat of Mars This Fortress built by Nature in the Floods Whose Rocky shores beat back the foaming Sedge This England Conqu'rour of the Neighbring Lands Makes now a shameful Conquest on it self York Now will I stake my Liege my Soul upon 't Old Gaunt is hearty in his wishes for you And what he speaks is out of honest Zeal And tho thy Anger prove to me as Mortal As is to him this sickness yet blunt York Must Eccho to his words and cry Thou art abus'd and flatter'd King Gentle Uncle Excuse the sallies of my youthful Blood I know y' are Loyal both and mean us well Nor shall we be unmindful to redress However difficult our States corruption And purge the Vanities that Crown'd our Court. Gaunt My gracious Liege your Pardon this bold duty Was all that stood betwixt my Grave and me Your Sycophants bred from your Child-hood with you Have such advantage had to work upon you That scarce your failings can be call'd your faults Now to Heav'ns care and your own Piety I leave my sacred Lord and may you have In life that peace that waits me in the Grave King Thanks my good Uncle bear him to his Bed Exit Gaunt Attend him well and if a Princes Prayers Have more than common interest with Heav'n Our Realm shall yet enjoy his honest Councel And now my Souldiers for our Irish Wars We must suppress these rough prevailing Kerns That live like Venom where no Venom else But only they have priviledg to live But first our Uncle Gaunt being indispos'd We do create his Brother both in Blood And Loyalty our Uncle York Lord Governour of England in our absence Observe me Lords and pay him that respect You give our Royal Presence Enter Northumberland North. My Liege old Gaunt commends him to your Highness King What says our Uncle North. Nothing all is said His Tongue is now a stringless instrument But call'd on your lov'd name and blest you dying King The ripest fruit falls first and so doe's He His course is done our Pilgrimage to come So much for that return we to our War And cause our Coffers with too great a Court And liberal Largess are grown somewhat Light Prest with this exigence we for a time Do seize on our dead Uncles large Revenues In Herford's absence York O my Liege pardon me if you please if not I please not to be pardon'd spare to seize the Royalties and Rights of banisht Herford I fear already he 's too apt t' engage against your Power and these proceedings will give countenance and growth
look to him but since he is my Villain I 'll see the Villain orderd My Horse I say Dutch Hadst thou groan'd for him York as I have done York And art e'en like to groan for him again Away Exit Dutch Haste thee Aumarle mount thee upon his Horse Spur post and get before him to the King And beg thy pardon e're he come t' accuse thee Born on the wings of Mother's love I 'll fly And doubt not to prevent thy Father's speed On thy behalf I 'll with the King prevail Or root into the ground whereon I kneel Exeunt SCENE the Second Enter QUEEN in Mourning attended Qu. This way the King will come this is the way To Julius Caesar's ill erected Tow'r To whose flint Bosom my dear injur'd Lord Is deem'd a Pris'ner by proud Bullingbrook Here let us rest if this rebellious Earth Have any resting for her true King's Queen Sits down This Garb no less befits our present state Than richest Tissue did our Bridal day Thus dead in Honour my Lord and I Officiate at our own sad Funeral Enter King Richard guarded seeing the Queen starts she at the sight of him after a pause he speaks King Give grief a Tongue art thou not Isabel The faithful Wife of the unfortunate Richard Qu. O! can I speak and live Yet silence gives More tort'ring Death O thou King Richard's Tomb And not King Richard On thy sacred Face I see the shameful Marks of fowlest usage Thy Royal Cheeks soil'd and besmear'd with Dust Foul Rubbish lodg'd in thy anointed Locks O thou dishonour'd Flower of Majesty Lean on my Brest whilst I dissolve to Dew And wash thee fair agen with Tears of Love King Join not with Grief fair Innocence To make my end more wretched learn dear Saint To think our former State a happy Dream From which we wake into this true distress Thou most distrest most Virtuous of thy sex Go Cloyster thee in some Religious house This vicious World and I can nere deserve thee For Shrines and Altars keep keep those precious Tears Nor shed that heav'nly Dew on Land accurst Lad. Never did sorrow triumph thus before King Convey thee hence to France Think I am Dead and that ev'n now thou tak'st As from my Death-bed the last living leave In Winters tedious Nights sit by the fire With good Old Matrons let them tell thee Tales Of woful Ages long ago betide And ere thou bid good Night to quit their Griefs Tell thou the lamentable fall of Me And send the Hearers weeping to their Beds Qu. Rob not my Virtue of its dearest Triumph Love like the Dolphin shews it self in storms This is the Season for my Truth to prove That I was worthy to be Richard's Wife And wou'd you now command me from your Presence Who then shall lull your raging Griefs asleep And wing the hours of dull Imprisonment King O my afflicted Heart Qu. No with my Lord I 'll be a Pris'ner too Where my officious Love shall serve him with Such ready care that he shall think he has His num'rous Train of waiters round him still With wond'rous Story 's wee 'll beguile the day Despise the World and Triumph over fortune Laugh at fantastic life and die together King Now Heaven I thank thee all my Griefs are paid I 've lost a single frail uncertain Crown And found a Virtue Richer than the World Yes Bird of Paradise wee 'll pearch together Enter Northumberland Guards North. My Lord King Bullingbrook has chang'd his Orders You must to Pomfrett Castle not to th' Tower And for you Madam he has given Command That you be instantly convey'd to France King Must I to Pomfrett and my Queen to France Patience is stale and I am weary ont't Blood Fire rank Leprosies and blewest Plagues Qu. But This was wanting to compleat our Woe King Northumberland Thou Ladder by whose Aid The mounting Bullingbrook ascends my Throne The Time shall come when foul Sin gath'ring Head Shall break in to Corruption Thou shalt think Thò he divide the Realm and give thee half It is too little helping him to All He too shall think that thou which knewst the Way To plant unrightful Kings wilt know agen To cast him from the Throne he has Usurpt The Love of wicked Friends converts to Fear That Fear to Hate that still concludes in Death North. My guilt be on my head so to our business Take leave and part King Doubly Divorc't foul Fiends ye violate A two-fold Marriage 'twixt my Crown and me And then betwixt me and my tender Wife Oh Isabel oh my unfortunate Fair Let me unkiss the Oath that bound our Loves And yet not so for with a Kiss 't was made Part us Northumberland me towards the North Where shiv'ring Cold and Sickness pines the Clime My Queen to France from whence set forth in Pomp She hither came deckt like the blooming May Sent back like weeping Winter stript and Bare Qu. For ever will I clasp these sacred Knees Tear up my Brest and bind them to my Heart Northumberland allow me one short minute To yield my Life and Woes in one Embrace One Minute will suffice North. Force her away King Permit yet once our Death-cold Lips to joyn Permit a Kiss that must Divorce for ever Ill ravish yet one more farewell my Love My Royal Constant Dear farewel for ever Give Sorrow Speech and let thy Farewell come Mine speaks the Voice of Death but Thine is Dumb. Ex. Guarded several Ways SCENE the Third Bull. Can no man tell of my ungracious Son My Young misgovern'd and licentious Harry If any Plague hang over us 't is He Enquire amongst the Taverns where he haunts With loose Companions such as beat Our Watch And rob Our Passengers which he rash Boy Mistakes for Feats of Gallantry and Honour Pierc My Lord some two days since I saw the Prince And told him of those Turnaments at Oxford Bull. And what said the Gallant Pierc His Answer was He wou'd to a Brothell And from the common'st Creature snatch a Glove To wear it as a Mistress favour and With that unhorse the lustiest Challenger Bull. As dissolute as desperate Enter Aumarl Aum. Where 's the King Bull. What means our Cousin that he looks so wildly Aum. My Lord I humbly beg the favour of a word in private with your Majesty King Withdraw my Lords now Cousin to your business Aum. For ever may my knees root to this Earth And let Eternal silence bind my Tongue Unless you pardon e're I rise or speak Bull. Intended or committed was this fault If but the first how heynous e're it be To win thy future Love I pardon Thee Aum. Then Sir permit me to make fast the door That no man Enter e're my Tale be done Bull. Have thy Desire York within York Beware my Liege look to thy Lise thou hast a Traytor in thy Presence Bull. Ha! Villain I 'll secure Thee Aum. Stay thy revengeful Hand Thou hast no cause to