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
Prophets eie Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why cousin wert thou regent of the world It were a shame to let this land by lease But for thy world enioying but this land Is it not more than shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou now 〈◊〉 not King Thy state of lawe is bondslaue to the lawe And thou King A lunatike leane-witted foole Presuming on an agues priuâ—ledge Darest with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chasing the royall bloud With â—urie from his natiue residence Now by my seates right royall maiestie Wert thou not brother to great Edwards sonne This tong that runnes so roundly in thy head Should runne thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gaunt Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his father Edwards sonne That bloud already like the Pellican Hast thou tapt out and drunkenly carowst My brother Glocester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen mongst happy soules Maie be a president and witnes good That thou respectst not spilling Edwards bloud Ioine with the present sicknes that I haue And thy vnkindnes be like crooked age To crop at once a too long withered flower Liue in thy shame but die not shame with thee These words hereafter thy tormentors be Convay me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honour haue Exit King And let them die that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yorke I doe beseech your Maiesty impute his words To waiward sicklines and age in him He loues you on my life and holdes you deere As Harry Duke of Hereford were he here King Right you say true as Herefords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is North. My liege old Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie King What saies he North. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and al old Lancaster hath spent Yorke Be Yorke the next that must be bankrout so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. King The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish wars We must supplant those rough rugheaded kerne Which liue like venome where no venome else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affaires do aske some charge Towards our assistance we doe seaze to vs The plate coine reueâ—â—â—es and moueables Whereof our Vnckle Gaunt did stand possest Yorke How long shal I be patient ah how long Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong Not Glocesters death nor Herefords banishment Nor Gauntes robukes not Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention or poore Bulling brooke About his mariadge nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sower my patient cheeke Or bende one wrinckie on my soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy father Prince of Wales waâ— first In warre was neuer Lyon ragde more fierce In peace was neuer gentle lambe more milde Then was that young and princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so lookt he Accomplisht with a number of thy howers But when he frowned it was against the french And not against his friends his noble hand Did win what he did spende and spent not that Which 〈◊〉 triumphant fathers hand had wonâ—e His hands were guilty of no kinâ—ed bloud But bloudie with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard Yorke is too far gone with griefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene King Why Vnckle whats the matter Yorke Oh my liege pardone me if you please If not I pleasd not to be pardoned am content with all Seeke you to seaze and gripe into your hands The roialties and rights of banisht Hereford Is not Gaunt dead and doth not Here ford liue Was not Gaunt iust and is not Harrie true Did not the one deserue to haue an heire Is not his heire a well deseruing sonne Take Herefordes rightes away and take from time His charters and his cust omarie rightes Let not to morrow then ensue to daâ—e Be not thy selfe For how aâ—t thou a King But by faire sequence and succession Now afore God God forbidde I say true If you doe wrongfully seaze Herefords rightes Call in the letters patents that he hath By his attourneies generall to sue His liuery and deny his offred homage You plucke a thousand dangers on your head You loose a thousand well disposed hearts And pricke my tender patience to those thoughts Which honour and alleageance cannot thinke King Thinke what you wil we cease into our hands His plate his goods his money and his landes Yorke Ile not be by the while my liege farewell What will ensue hereof thers none can tell But by bad courses may be vnderstood That their euents can neuer fall out good Exit King Go Bushie to the Earle of Wiltshire straight Bid him repaire to vs to Ely house To see this buâ—â—nes to morrow next We will for Ireland and tis time I trow And we create in absence of our selfe Our Vnckle Yorke Lord gouernour of England For he is iust and alwaies loued vs well Come on our Queene to morrow must we part Be merry for our time of staie is short Exeunt King and Queene Manet North. North. Well Lords the Duke of Lancaster is dead Rosse And liuing to for now his sonne is Duke Will. Barely in title not in reuenewes North. Richly in both if iustice had her right Rosse My heart is great but it must breake with silence Eart be disburdened with a liberall tongue North. Nay speake thy mind let him nere speake morâ— That speakes thy words againe to doe thee harme Wil. Tends that thou wouldst speake to the Duke of Herford If it be so out with it boldly man Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him Rosse No good at all that I can doe for him Vnlessâ— you call it good to pitty him Bereft and gelded of his patrimony North. Now afore God tis shame such wrongs are borne In him a royall Prince and many mo Of noble bloud in this declining land The King is not himselfe but basely led By flatterers and what they will informe Meerely in hate gainst any of vs all That will the King seuerely prosecute Gainst vs our liues our children and our heires Rosse The commons hath he pild with grieâ—ous taxes And quite lost their hearts The nobles hath he finde For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts Willo And daily new exactions are deuisde As blanckes beneuolences and I wot not what But what a Gods name doth become of this North. Wars hath not wasted it for warrde he hath not But basely yeeâ—ded vpon compromise That which his noble auncestors atchiued with blowes More hath
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
THE Tragedie of King Richard the second As it hath beene publikely acted by the right Honourable the Lorde Chamberlaine his Seruants LONDON Printed by Valentine Simmes for Androw Wise and are to be sold at his shop in Paules church yard at the signe of the Angel 1597. ENTER KING RICHARD IOHN OF GAVNT WITH OTHER Nobles and attendants King Richard OVld Iohn of Gaunt time honoured Lancaster Hast thou according to thy oath and bande Brought hither Henrie Herford thy bolde sonne Here to make good the boistroâ—â—â—ate appeale Which then our leysure would not let vs heare Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Moubray Gaunt I haue my Leige King Tell me moreouer hast thou sounded him If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice Or worthâ—â—y as a good subiect should On some knowne ground of treacherie in him Gaunt As neere as I could sift hiâ— on that argument On some appaâ—ent daunger seene in him Aimde at your highnes no inueterate malice King Then call them to our presence face to face And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare The accuser and the accused freely speake High stomackt are they both and full of ire In rage deafe as the sea hastie as fire Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray Bulling Manie yeares of happie daies be fall My gratious soueraigne my most louing liege Moâ—â— Each day still better others happines Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap Adde an immortall title to your Crowne King We thâ—nke you both yet one but flatters vs As well appeareth by the cause you come Namely to appeale each other of high treason Coosin of 〈◊〉 what dost thou obiect Against the Duke of Norffolke Thomas Mowbray Bull. First heauen be the record to my speech In the deuotion of a subiects loue Tendring the pretious safetie of my Prince And free from other misbegotten hate Come I appellant to this princely presence Now Thomas Mowbray do I turâ—â— to thee And marke my greeting well for what I speake My body shall make good vpon this earth Or my diuine soâ—le answer it in heauen Thou art a traitour and a miscreant Too good to be so and too bad to liue Since the more faire and cristall is the skie The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flâ—e Once more the more to aggrauate the note With a foule traâ—tors name stuffe I thy throte And wish so please my Soueraigne ere I moue What my tong speaks my right drawen sword may prouâ— Mow. Let not my cold wordes here accuse my zeale Tis not the triall of a womans warre The bitter clamour of two eger tongues Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine The bloud is hote that must be coold for this Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be huisht and naught at all to say First the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbs me From giuing reines and spurtes to my free speech Which else would post vntill it had â—eturnd These termes of treasoâ— doubled downe his throat Setting aside his high blouds royaltie And let him be no kinsman to my Liege I do defie him and I spit at him Call him a slaunderous coward and a villaine Which to maintaine I would allow him ods And meete him were I tied to runne afoote Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes Or any other ground inhabitable Where ouer Englishman durst set his foote Meane time let this defend my loyaltie By all my hopes most falsly doth he lie Bull. Pale trembling coward there I throw my gage Disclaiming here the kinred of the King And lay aside my high bloudes royaltie Which Feare not Reuerence makes thee to except If guilty dread haue left thee so mâ—â—â—ngth As to take vp mine honours pawn◠〈◊〉 stowpe By that and all the rites of Knighthooâ—e else Wâ—ll I make good against thee arme to arme What I haue spoke or thou canst worst deuise Mow. I take it vp and by that sword I sweare Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder Ile answer thee in any faiâ—e degree Oâ— chiualrous designe of knightly triall And when I mount aliue may I not light If I be traitor or vniustly fight King What doth our ccusin lay to Mowbraies charge It must be great that can inherit vs So much as of a thought of ill in him Bul. Looke what I speake my life shall proue it true That Mowbray hath receiude eight thousand nobles In name of Lendings for your Highnes souldiours The which he hath deâ—aind for lewd â—mployments Like a false traitour and iniurious villaine Besides I say and will in battle proue Or here or elsewhere to the furâ—hest Verge That euer was 〈◊〉 by English eye That all the treason for these eighteene yeares Complotted and contriued in this land Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring Further I say and further will maiâ—taine Vpon his bad life to make all this good That he did plotte the Duke of Glocesters death Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries And consequently like a taitour coward Slucte out his innocent soule through streames of bloud Which bloud like sacrificing Abels cries Euen from the tounglesse Cauernes of the earth To me for iustice and rough chastisement And by the glorious worth of my descent This arme shall do it or this life be spent King How high a pitch his resolution soares Thomas of Noâ—folk 〈◊〉 saiâ—t thou to this Mowb. Oh let 〈◊〉 raigne turne awaie his face And bid his eares a 〈◊〉 while be deafe Till I haue tolde this slaunder of his bloud How God and good men hate so foule a lier King Mowbray impartiall are our eies and eares Were he my brother nay my kingdomes heire As he is but my fathers brothers sonne Now by scepters awe I make a vowe Such neighbour neerenes to our sacred bloud Should nothing priuiledge him nor partialize The vnstooping firmenesse of my vpright soule He is our subiect Mowbray so art thou Fâ—ee speech and fearelesse I to thee allowe Mowb. Then Bullingbrooke as lowe 〈◊〉 to thy heart Through the false passage of thy throate thou liest Three partes of that receipte I had for Callice Disburst I duely to his highnesse souldiers The other part reserude I by consent For that my soueraâ—gne liege was in my debt Vpon remainder of a deare account Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene Now swallow downe that lie For Glocesters death I slewe him not but to my owne disgrace Neglected my sworne duety in that case For you my noble Lord of Lancaster The honourable father to my foe Once did I lay an ambushe for your life A trespasse that doth vex my grieued soule Ah but ere I last receiude the Sacrament I did confesse it and exactly begd Your graces pardon and I hope I had it This is my fault as for the rest appeald It issues from the rancour of a villaine A recreant and most degenerate traitour Which in my selfe I bodly will defende And enterchangeably hurle downe my gage Vpon this ouer
restord againe To all his landes and signiories when he is returnd Against Aumerle we will inforce his triall Carl. That honourable day shall neuer be seene Manie a time hath banisht Norffolke fought For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian feild Streaming the ensigne of the Christian Crosse Against blacke Pagans Turkes and Saracens And toild with workes of warre retird him selfe To Italie and there at Venice gaue His bodie to that pleasant Countries earth And his pure soule vnto his Captaine Christ Vnder whose coulours he had fought so long Bull. Why B. is Norffolke dead Carl. As surely as I liue my Lord. Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweete soule to the bosome Oâ— good olde Abrahamâ— Lords Appellants Your differences shall all rest vnder gage Till we assigne you to your daies of triall Enter Yorke Yorke Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard who with willing soule Adopts the heire and his high scepter yeeldes To the possession of thy royall hand Ascend his throne descending now from him And long liue Henry fourth of that name Bull. In Gods name Ile ascend the regall throne Car. Maâ—y God forbid Worst in this â—oyall presence may I speake Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth Would God that any in this noble presence Were enough noble to be vpright iudge Of noble Richard Then true noblesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a wrong What subiect can giue sentence on his King And who sits here that is not Richards subiect Theeues are not iudgd but they are by to heare Although apparant guiâ—t be seene in them And shall the figure of Gods Maiesty His Captaine steward deputy elect Annointed crowned planted many yeares Be iudgd by subiect and inferiour breath And he himselfe not present Oh forâ—end it God That in a Christian climate soules refinde Should shew so heinous blacke obsceene a deed I speake to subiects and a subiect speakes Stird vp by God thus boldly for his King My Lord of 〈◊〉 here whom you call King Is a foule traitour to proud Herefords King And if you crownâ— him let me prophesie The bloud of English shall manure the ground And future ages groanâ— for this foule act Peace shall go sleepe with turkes and infidels And in this seate of peace tumultuous warres Shall kin with kin and kinde with kind confound Disorder horror feare and mutiny Shall heere inhabit and this land be cald The field of Golgotha and dead mens sculs Oh if yon raise this house against this house It will the wofullest diuision proue That euer fell vpon this cursed earth Preuent it resist it let it not be so Lest child childs children crie against you wo. North. Well haue you argued sir and for your paines Of Capitall treason we arrest you heere My Lord of Westminster be it your charge To keepe him safely till his day of triall Bull. Let it be so and loe on wednesday next We solemnly proclaime our Coronation Lords be ready all Exeunt Manent West Caleil Aumerle Abbot A wofull Pageant haue we heere behelâ— Car. The woe's to come the children yet vnbornâ— Shall feele this day as sharp to them as thorne Aum. You holy Clergy men is there no plot To ridde the realme of this pernitious blot Abbot My Lo. before I freely speake my mind heerein You shall not onely take the Sacrament To burie mine intents but also to effect What euer I shall happen to deuise I see your browes are full of discontent Your harts of sorrow and your eies of teares Come home with me to supper Ile lay a plot Shall shew vs all a merrie daie Exeunt Enter the Queene with her attendants Quee. This way the King will come this is the way To Iulius Caesars ill erected Tower To whose flint bosome my condemned Lord Is doomde a prisoner by proud Bullingbrooke Heere let vs rest if this rebellious earth Haue any resting for her true Kings Queene Enter Ric. But soft but see or rather doe not see My faire Rose wither yet looke vp behold That you in pittie may dissolue to deâ—w And wash him fresh againe with true loue â—eares Ah thou the modle where olde Troy did stand Thou mappe of honour thou King Richards tombe And not King Richard thou most beauteous Inne Why should hard fauourd greife be Iodged in thee When triumph is become an alehouse guest Rich. ioyne not with greife faire woman doe not so To make my end too sudden learne good soule To thinke our former state a happie dreame From which awakt the trueth of what we are Shewes vs but this I am swoâ—ne brother sweet To grim necessitie and he and I Will keepe a league till death Hie thee to Fraunce And cloister thee in some religious house Our holy liues must win a new worlds crowne VVhich ouâ— prophane houres heere haue throwne downe Quee. what is my Richard both in shape and minde Transformd and weakned hath Bullingbrooke Deposde thine intellect hath he been in thy hart The Lyon dying thrusteth foorth his pawe And woundes the earâ—h if nothing else with rage To be ore-powr'd and wilt thou pupill-like Take the correction mildly kisse the rod And fawne on Rage with base humilitie VVhich art a Lion and the king of beasts King a King of beasts indeed if aught but beasts I had been 〈◊〉 a happie King of men Good sometimes Queene prepare thee hence for France Thinke I am dead and that euen here thou takest As from my death bed thy last liuing leaue In winters tedious nights sit by the fire with good old folkes and let them tell the tales Of woefull ages long agoe be tidde And ere thou bid good night to quite their griefes Tell thou the lamentable tale of me And send the hearers weeping to their beds For why the senslesse brands will simpathize The heauy accent of thy moouing tong And in compassion weepe the fire out And some wil mourne in ashes some cole blacke For the deposing of a rightfull King Enter Northum North. My Lord the minde of Bullingbrooke is changde You must to Pomfret not vnto the Tower And Madam there is order tane for you With al swift speede you must away to France King Northumberland thou ladder wherewithall The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my throne The time shall not be many houres of age More than it is ere foule sinne gathering head Shall breake into corruption thou shalt thinke Though he diuide the realme and giue thee halfe It is too little helping him to all He shall thinke that thou which knowest the way To plant vnrightfull kings wilt know againe Being nere so little vrgde another way To plucke him headlong from the vsurped throneâ— The loue of wicked men conueâ—ts to feare That feare to hate and hate turnes one or both To worthy daunger and deserued death North. My guilt be on my head and there an end Take leaue and part for you must part forthwith King Doubly â—iuorst bad men you violate A