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 Iohn 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 these 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 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 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
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 in Marsh. The Duke of Norfolk sprightfully and bold Waits but the Summons of the Appealants Trumpet But see the King Flourish Enter King Queen attended Gaunt York Pierce Northumberland c. who place themselves to view the Combat Mowbray brought in by a Herald King Marshal demand of yonder Combatant Why he comes here and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause Marsh. In the Kings name say who thou art and what 's thy Quarrel Speak truly on thy Knighthood and thy Oath So Heav'n defend thee and thy Valour Mow. Hither is Mowbray come upon his Oath To justifie his Loyalty and truth Against false Bullingbrook that has appeal'd me And as I truly fight defend me Heav'n Trumpet again Bullingbrook and Herald King Demand of yonder Knight why he comes here And formally according to our Law Depose him in the justice of his Cause Marsh. Thy name and wherefore thou art hither come Before King Richard in his Royal Lists Speak like a true Knight so defend thee Heav'n Bull. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derby Stands here in Arms to prove on Thomas Mowbray That he 's a Traytor to the King and State And as I truly fight defend me Heav'n But first Lord Marshal I entreat the Grace To kiss my Soveraigns hand and do him homage For Mowbray and my self are like to men That vow along and weary Pilgrimage Therefore shou'd take a ceremonious leave And tender farewel of our several Friends Marsh. Th'Appealant in all duly greets your Highness Craving to kiss your hand and take his leave King We will descend and fould him in our Arms Now Cousin as thy Cause is just So be
to bow the knee And do Obeysance to our Royal Master To treat of Peace and tend him all the way With duteous Ceremony humblest Service Yet basely to confine him after all To call a Senate in King Richard's Name Against King Richard to depose King Richard Is such a Monster to curst usurpation As nere was practis'd in the barb'rous Climes Where Subject her'd and Courts themselves are Savage York Out on this Sultry Robe O Spleen Spleen Fat and Vexation will be the Death of me Behold this Brace Of Raizor-nos'd Rascals you 'd swear that a split Groat made both their Faces lean Pimps That cou'd scarce stop a Cranny in a Door Why they are sorsooth no less than Rogues of State Mess. My Lord this is no Answer to our Message York I the Message I had rather you had brought me Poyson for certain 't was sent to be the Death of me Thou know'st Boy on what Account we are going this Morning Won'd you think it this Traytor Bullingbrook has sent for me for me I say sent by these Rogues for me to confer with him in private before the House sits Aum. That was indeed provoking York Nay let honest men judge if Murder was not in his heart and that he thought the Message wou'd make me Die with Choller Now should I clap this pair of Arrows to a Bow-string and shoot 'em back to the Usurper Go tell the Knave your Master He 's a Fool to send for me I renounce him Speak with him in private before the House sits Why I wou'd not meet him there but to shew my self for Richard and then tell him he 'l see one that that hates a Traytor be Bullingbrook what he will Exit Enter Dutchess of York Dutch Aumarle come back by all the Charms of Duty I do conjure you temper your rash Father His Zeal can do th' abandoned King no good But will provoke th' usurper to our ruin Aum. Already I have prest beyond his Patience What can our poor Endeavours help the King When he himself comply's with his hard fortune He comes this Morning to Resign the Crown Dutch Where then is that amazing Resolution That in his Non-age fir'd his Youthful Brest To face Rebellion and strike dead the Monster When Tyler's Deluge cover'd all the Land Or where the fury that supprest the Kerns Whilst numbers perisht by his Royal Arm Aum. With such Malignant fortune he is prest As renders bravest Resolution vain By force and fraud reduc't to that Distress That ev'n i th' best opinion of his Friends He is advis'd to yield his Scepter up This poor reserve being all to make that seem As voluntary which perforce must be But how resents the Queen this strange Oppression Dutch As yet the worst has been dissembled to her A slumber now has seiz'd her wakeful Lids But heere she comes I must attend Away Ex. Aum. Enter Queen supported by Ladies Qu. Convey me to my Lord or bring him hither Fate labours in my Brest and frights my Dreams No sooner sleep can seize my weeping Eyes But boding Images of Death and Horrour Affright the Infant slumber into Cries A Thousand forms of ruin strike my thoughts A Thousand various Scenes of Fate are shewn Which in their sad Catastrophe agree The Moral still concludes in Richard's fall Dutch How shall we now dare to inform her Grief Of the sad Scene the King must Act to day Qu. Ev'n now amidst a Chaos of distraction A Towring Eagle wing'd his cloudy way Pursu'd by rav'nous Kites and clamorous Daws That stript th' imperial Bird of all his Plumes And with their Numbers sunk him to the ground But as I nearer drew the Figure chang'd My Richard there lay weltring in his gore So dreamt Calphurnia and so fell Caesar. Enter a Lady Lad. Madam the King is coming Qu. Thou bring'st a welcom hearing and already I feel his powerful influence chase my fears For grief it self must smile when Richard's by Enter King in Mourning Oh Heav'n is this is this my promis'd joy Not all the terrours of my sleep presented A Spectacle like this O speak my Lord The Blood starts back to my cold Heart O speak What means this dark and mournful Pageantry This pomp of Death King Command your Waiters forth My space is short and I have much to say Qu. Are these the Robes of State Th' imperial Garb In which the King should go to meet his Senate Was I not made to hope this Day shou'd be Your second Coronation second Birth Of Empire when our Civil Broils shou'd sleep For ever husht in deep Oblivion's Grave King O Isabel This Pageantry suits best With the black Day 's more black Solemnity But 't is not worth a Tear for say what part Of Life's vain Fable can deserve a Tear A real Sorrow for a feign'd Distress My Coronation was methinks a Dream Think then my Resignation is no more Qu. What Resignation Mean you of the Crown Will Richard then against himself conspire Th' Usurper will have more excuse than he No Richard never tamely yield your Honours Yield me yield if you must your precious Life But seize the Crown and grasp your Scepter dying King Why dost thou fret a Lyon in the Toil To Rage that only makes his Hunters sport Permit me briefly to recount the steps By which my Fortune grew to this distress Then tell me what cou'd Alexander do Against a Fate so obstinate as mine Qu. Oh Heav'n Is awful Majesty no more King First had I not bin absent when th' Invader Set footing here or if being then in Ireland The cross Winds not forbad the News to reach me Or when the shocking Tidings were arriv'd Had not the veering Winds agen obstructed My passage back till rumour of my Death Disperst the Forces rais'd by Salisbury Or when these hopes were perisht had not Baggot Bushie and Green by Bullingbrook been murder'd Old York himself our last reserve surpriz'd There were some scope for Resolution left But what curst Accident i' th' power of Chance That did not then befall to cross my Wishes And what strange hit could Bullingbrook desire That fell not out to push his Forttnes on Whatever outmost Fate cou'd do to blast My hopes was done what outmost Fate cou'd do T' advance proud Bullingbrooks as sure befell Now which of these Misfortunes was my fault Or what cou'd I against resisting Heav'n Qu. Oh my dear Lord think not I meant t' upbraid Weeps over hims Your Misery Death seize my Youth when any other passion For injur'd Richard in my Brests finds room But tendrest Love and Pity of his Woes King That I resign the Crown with seeming will Is now the best my Friends can counsel me Th' usurping House decrees it must be done And therefore best that it seem Voluntary Qu. Has Loyalty so quite renoune't the World That none will yet strike for an injur'd King King Alas my sinking Barque shall wreck no more My gen'rous Friends let