we invade Whilst they usurp our Mid-night Scouring Trade SONG for the third ACT. I. Love's Delights were past Expressing Cou'd our happy Visions last Pity 't is they fly so fast Pity 't is so short a Blessing Love's Delights were past expressing Cou'd our happy Visions last Tide 's of Pleasure in possessing Sweetly Flow but soon are past Love's Delights c. II. Calms in Love are fleeting Treasure Only Visit and Away Hasty Blessing we enjoy Tedious Hours of Grief we Measure Calms in Love are fleeting Treasure Only Visit and Away Sighs and Tears fore-run the Pleasure Iealous Rage succeeds the Ioy. Calms in Love c. SONG For the Prison SCENE in the last ACT. I. REtir'd from any Mortals sight the Pensive Damon lay He blest the discontented Night And Curst the Smiling Day The tender sharers of his Pain His Flocks no longer Graze But sadly fixt around the Swain Like silent Mourners gaze 2. He heard the Musick of the Wood And with a sigh Reply'd He saw the Fish sport in the Flood And wept a deeper Tyde In vain the Summers Bloom came on For still the Drooping Swain Like Autumn Winds was heard to Groan Out-wept the Winters Rain 3. Some Ease said he some Respite give Why mighty Powrs Ah why Am I too much distrest to Live And yet forbid to Dye Such Accents from the Shepherd flew Whilst on the Ground He lay At last so deep a Sigh he drew As bore his Life away The Persons Names together with those under which the Play was Acted KIng Richard Oswald Gaunt Alcidore York Cleon. Bullingbrook Vortiger Northumberland â—â—rmogenes Piercie Ross. Willoughby Carlile Aumarl Exton Queen Aribell Dutchess of York Ladies Gardiners Souldiers Messengers Guards Attendants Books newly Printed for R. Tonson and J. Tonson The Spanish Fryer or the Double Discovery Written by Mr. Dryden Lucius Iunius Brutus Father of his Country A Tragedy written by Mr. Lee. The Art of making Love or Rules for the Conduct of Ladies and Gallants in their Amours Price of each 1 s. THE HISTORY OF King Richard the II d. ACT I. SCENE a Chamber of State King Richard John of Gaunt Northumberland Piercie Ross Willoughby with other Nobles and Attendants King OLD Iohn of Gaunt time honour'd Lancaster Hast thou according to thy Oath and Bond Brought hither Harry Herford thy bold Son Here to make good th'Impeachment lately charg'd Against the Duke of Norfolk Thomas Mowbray Gaunt I have my Liege King Hast thou moreover sifted him to find If he Impeach the Duke on private malice Or worthily as a good Subject shou'd Gaunt As far as I can sound him in the Business On some Apparent danger from the Duke Aim'd at your Highness no Inveterate Malice King Then set 'em in our presence Face to Face And Frowning Brow to Brow our self will hear Th' Accuser and the Accus'd both freely speak High-Stomacht are they both and in their Rage Deaf as the storming Sea hasty as Fire Bulling-brook and Mowbray from several Entrances Bull. Now many years of happy day's befal My gracious Soveraign my most honour'd Liege Mow. Each day exceeding th' others happiness Till Heav'n in Jealousie to Earth's success Add an immortal Title to your Crown King Cousin of Herford what dost thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk Thomas Mowbray Bull. First then be Heav'n the Record to my speech That in devotion to a Subjects love Not on Suggestions of a private Hatred Come I Appealant to this Princely presence Now Thomas Mowbray do I turn to Thee And mark my greeting well for what I speak My Body shall make good upon this Earth Or my divine Soul answer it in Heav'n Thou art a Trayter to the King and State A foul Excrescence of a Noble Stem To Heav'n I speak it and by Heav'n 't is true That thou art Treason spotted false as Hell And wish so please my Soveraign ere we move What my Tongue speaks my right drawn Sword may prove Mow. Let not the coldness of my Language draw My Sov'reign Liege your Censure on my Zeal 'T is not the Tryal of a Womans War The senseless clamour of contending Tongues Can arbitrate the Diffrence 'twixt us Two The Blood is hot that must be cool'd for this The Reverence of this Presence curbs my speech That else had shot like Lightning and return'd This charge of Treason to the sland'rers Throat Set but aside his high Blood 's Royalty And let him be no Kins-man to the King Allow me this and Bulling-brook's a Villain Which to maintain I will allow him odds Pursue him bare-foot to the farthest North Whose Chastisement I tamely now forbear Bull. White-liver'd Coward there I throw my Gage Disclaiming my Relation to the King Which Fear not Reverence make thee to object If guilty Dread has left thee so much strength Stoop and take up forthwith my Honour's Pawn By that and all the Rights of Knight-hood else I will make good against thee Arm to Arm What I have said and Seal it with thy Soul Mow. I seize it Herford as I wou'd seize Thee And by the Sword that laid my Knight-hood on me I 'll answer thee in any Knightly Tryal As hot in Combate as thou art in Brawl King What do's our Cousen lay to Norfolk's Charge Bull. First then I say my Sword 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
phlegm That I can timely pocket wrongs if so Why come I thus in Arms to seek my Right No sirs to give you proof that Bullingbrook Can do bold justice here stands one Example This bold presumer that dares call in question The courage of the Man you choose for King Shall die for his Offence Guards hang him up 1. Why Neighbours will ye thus give up your Light who shall reveal to ye to save you from the Poyson of the Whore and the Horns of the Beast 2. He had no Vision to foretel this therefore deserves Hanging for being a false Prophet Bull. Thus as a Ruler justice bids me doom But for my private part I weep to think That Blood shou'd be the Prologue to my Reign 4. Good Prince he weeps for him Neighbour Revelation depart in peace For thy honour it will be recorded that Bullingbrook was Crown'd and thou hang'd all on a Day 1. What a spirit of delusion has seiz'd ye why thus will this rav'nous Storck devour ye all do do deliver me to the Gibbet and let the next turn be yours thus shall these Nobility Rascals hold you in Slavery seize your Houses over your heads hang your Sons and ravish your Daughters All Say ye so they must excuse us for that fall on Neighbors A Rescue a Rescue c. Bull. Hold Gentlemen if I have done ye wrong The fault is mine and let me suffer for 't But be not thus injurious to your selves To fling your naked Breasts on our Swords points Alas it will not be within my Pow'r To save ye when my Troops are once enrag'd Therefore give up this vile Incendiary Who as you see to save his miscreant Life Seeks to expose all yours trust me I weep To think that I must loose a Member but Let justice have its course All Ay ay Let justice have it's course hang hang him up A Bullingbrook a Bullingbrook a Bullingbrook c Exeunt ACT the Third SCENE the First Enter King Richard Aumerle Carlile c. Souldiers King BArklay-Castle call you this at hand Aum. The same my Lord how brooks your Grace the Air After long tossing on the breaking Seas King Needs must I like it well I weep for joy To stand upon my Kingdom once again Dear Earth I do salute thee with my Hand Tho' Rebells wound thee with their Horses hoofs Feed not thy Sov'raigns foes my gentle earth Nor with thy fragrant sweets refresh their sense With Thorns and Brambles Choak their Treacherous way And when they stoop to Rob thee of a Flow'r Guard it I pray thee with a lurking Adder Serpents with Serpents fitly will engage Mock not my senseless Conjuration Lords This Earth shall have a feeling and these Stones Rise Souldiers Arm'd before their Native King Shall falter under foul Rebellious Arms. Carlile Doubt not my Lord the Conduct and the Courage With which you have supprest one Rebel Crew Will Crown your Temples with fresh Lawrells here How have we else Employ'd our absent time But Practising the way to Victory Aum. I fear my Lord that we are too remiss Whilst Bullingbrook through our security Strengthens himself in substance and in Friends King Desponding Cousin dost thou not consider That when the searching Eye of Heav'n is hid Then Thieves and Robbers do securely Range Alarm with Cryes of Murther starting sleep And fill with Out-rages the guilty Shades But when the Day 's discov'ring Rays return Firing the proud tops of the Eastern Pines And dart their Lightnings through each Guilty Nook Then Murders Treasons and detested Crimes Dismantled from the Cloak of Night stand bare And Tremble at their own Deformity So when this Thief Night-rev'ling Bullingbrook Shall see our Beams of Majesty return'd His Treasons shall sit blushing on his Face Not able to endure the sight of Day Carl. Not all the Waters of th'unfathom'd Sea Can wash the Balm from an Annointed King King Move we secure then in our Royal Right To th' Traytors Executions not to Fight Exeunt SCENE The Second A Garden Queen Dutches of York and other Ladies Queen Our Uncle York's delay brings fresh suspition That we are Pris'ners in a larger Chain Besides I fear that our Intelligence Is Smooth'd and Tamper'd ere it reach our Ear. Dutch Our Servants wear a doubtful Countenance Struck with a gen'ral fear whilst they observe Fresh Prodigies start forth with ev'ry Hour The frighted Springs retreat to Earth agen The Seasons change their Courses as the Year Had found some Months asleep and leapt them over Qu. Here come the Gardiners let us step aside They 'l talk of State for every one do's so Before a Change and dullest Animals Have oft the earliest sense of Alterations Enter Gardiner and Servant Gard. Support those Vines and Bind those Peaches up Then like an Executioner Cut off the Heads of Sprigs that grow too fast And look too lofty in our Commonwealth All must be even in our Government But now we speak of Execution 2. Are Bushie Green and th' Earl of Wiltshire Dead Serv. By Bullingbrook's Command they have lost their Heads The King is Landed but it seems too late To Head the Forces rais'd by Salisbury Who had disperst themselves ere he arriv'd Qu. Then all our fears are true we are betray'd Dutch Patience dear Madam we may get hear further Serv. Think you the King will be depos'd Gard. Deprest he is already and 't is fear'd His fortune will decline from bad to worse Do what we can you see our Lawrels wither Our Sun-flowers all are blasted streams run backward These Prodigies forbode some dreadful change 'T is thought at last the King will be depos'd Queen I 'm prest to death with silence boding Peazant More senseless then the Plants or Earth thou tend'st Darst thou divine the downfall of a King Old Adams likeness set to dress this Garden What Eve what Serpent has seduc'd thy soul To prophesie this second fall of Man Gard. Pardon me Madam little joy have I To breath this News but fear you 'll find 'em true Queen Come Ladies let us post to meet the King This Scretch-Owl yet amongst his bodingcries Has sung the glad news of the Kings Arrival Which otherwise we were forbid to know Thou fear'st lest York shou'd meet with Bushies Fate Suspend thy Tears the heavy time may come That thou wilt blush to see thy York alive If Richard fall 't is Treason to survive Exeunt SCENE the Third A Heath King Aumerle Carlile Souldiers King Command a hault we will a while refresh Our sultry March a cool breez fanns this Air The last expresses we receiv'd from Wales Spoke of full 20000 fighting men Did it not Lords Aum. And some odd Troops besides King Nor will our Uncle York be negligent To muster up what Force he can Sure we shall blush my Lords at our own strength Heaping such numbers for so just a cause Aum. Sir doubt not but the active Foe will find Business enough t' employ
now a Subject I have a King here for my Flaterer 'T is onely leave to go Bul. Whether King Why from your sight and then no matter where Bul. Convey him to the Tower King Ha! ha my fortune's Malice now Is grown so strange that 't is become my sport Convey Convey Conveighers are you all That rise thus nimbly on your Monarchs fall Bul. Lords I shall study to requite your Favours On Wednesday next we Solemnly set down Our Coronation so prepare your selves All Long live King Bullingbrook Henry the Fourth York Well my Allegiance follows still the Crown True to the King I shall be and thereon I kiss his Hand 't is equally as true That I shall always Love and Guard the King As that I always shall hate Bullingbrook The King 's Sacred be Herford what he will Yet 't is no Treason sure to pity Richard Bul. Break up the Assembly so wee 'll pass in state To greet the Loves of our expecting Subjects Lead there and bid our Trumpets speak Ex. Bullingbrook attended shouts without York Peace Hell-hounds or your own breath Poyson ye King Good Uncle give 'em way all Monsters Act To their own kind so do the Multitude Shout again Carl. Why impious hardned wretches Brands for Hell Forbear this barb'rous Out-rage Tears of Blood Can never wash this Monstrous Guilt away King What must I then preach Patience to my Priest Let no Man's wrongs complain whilst mine are silent How think ye my good Friends will not Succeeding Ages call this Day to witness What Changes sway the World your King must pass A Spectacle of scorn through crouded streets That at the same time view th' usurpers Triumph Heav'n shut thy Eye till this dire Scene be past The light that sees it sure will be the last Ex. Guarded ACT V. Enter Dutchess and Aumarle Dutch AT that sad passage Tears broke off your Story Where rude misgovern'd Hands from Windows threw Rank weeds and rubbish on King Richard's Head Aum. Then as I said the haughty Bullingbrook Mounted upon an hot and fiery Steed Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know With slow but stately pace kept on his Course Whilst all Tongues cry'd God save King Bullingbrook You wou'd have thought the very Windows spoke So many greedy looks of young and old Through Casements darted their desiring Eyes You wou'd have thought the very Walls themselves With all their painted Imag'ry had cry'd Hail to the King all Hail to Bullingbrook Whilst bending lower than his Coursers neck The Rabble he saluted on each side Thus praising and thus prais'd he past along Dutch Alas poor Richard where rides he the while Aum. As in the Theatre the Eyes of Men After a well-grac't Actor leaves the Stage Are idly bent on him that enters next With such contempt they turn'd their Eyes from Richard No joyful Tongue gave him his welcome home But Dust was thrown upon his sacred Head Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off His Face still combating with Smiles and Fears The Badges of his Grief and Patience That had not Heav'n for some strange purpose steel'd The Hearts of Men they must of force relented And Cruelty it self have pity'd him Enter York York What in Tears still Well Heav'ns will must be mark me Boy I cannot blame thy grieving for Richard because I do it my self neither can I blame thee for not loving Bullingbrook because I cannot do it my self But to be true to him or rather to our Oath being now his sworn Subjects I conjure thee This I speak because the King suspects thee and made me even now pledge for thy truth and fealty Bear you well therefore in this new Spring of Government lest you be cropt before your time Well what News from Oxford Boy Hold th' intended Triumphs there 'T is said our new King will grace them with his Presence Aum. They hold my Lord for certain and as certain This upstart King shall die if he comes there York Ha! come nearer what Seal is that which hangs out from thy Bosom Ha! lookst thou pale Let me see the writing Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me It is a matter of small consequence Which for some reasons I wou'd not have seen York Which for some reasons Sir I mean to see Snatches it Just as I fear'd Treason foul Treason Villain Traytor Dutch What 's the matter my Lord good York inform me York Away fond Woman give me my Boots saddle my Horse Dutch The matter Son Aum. Good Madam be content It is no more than my poor Life must Answer Dutch Thy Life Servant enters Hence Villain strike him Aumarle York My Boots I say I will away to th' King Dutch Why York what wilt thou do Wilt thou not hide the Trespass of thine own York Peace Woman or I will impeach thee too Wou'dst thou conceal this dark Conspiracy A dozen of 'em here have tane the Sacrament And interchangeably set down their Hands To kill the King at Oxford Dutch He shall be none We 'll keep him here then what 's that to him York Tho' I love not Bullingbrook yet I hate Treason and will impeach the Villain Dutch Our Son our only Son our Ages comfort Is he not thine own York Wife I believe it therefore I impeach him were he none of mine let his own Father 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 Iulius 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 Sing in our Cage and make our Cell a Grove 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 Thô 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 soul 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 I 'll ravish yet one more farewell my Love My Royal Constant Dear farewell 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 they Desire York within York Beware my Liege look to thy Life thou hast a Traytor in thy Presence Bull. Ha! Villain I 'll secure Thee Aum. Stay thy revengeful Hand Thou hast no cause to fear York Open the Door or I will force my Passage Bull. The Matter Uncle speak recover Breath York Peruse this Writing and read there my Bus'ness Aum. Remember as thou read'st thy promise past I do repent me read not my Name There My Heart is not Confederate with my Hand York 'T was Villain when thy Hand did set it down I tore it from the Traytors Bosom King Pardon the Villain do and in Return be Murder'd Bull. O heynous black Conspiracy Why Uncle can This Kindness come from Thee Let me Embrace Thee York Embrace not me It was no Kindness I owe thee no kindness It was my Love to Truth and Hate to Murder Bull. Give it what Name thou wilt it shall excuse This deadly blott in thy transgressing Son York So shall my Virtue be his Vices Bawd Thou kill'st me if he live sparing his Life The Traytor scapes the True Man 's put to Death Dutchess within Dutch What hoa my Liege for Heav'ns sake let me in Speak with me pity me Open the Door Bull. My dang'rous Cousin let your Mother in I know she 's come to Entreat for you York If thou dost pardon whosoever prays Thy Mercy makes thee Traytor to thy self Dutch O King believe not this hard-hearted Man York Thou frantick Woman what makes thee here Wilt thou once more a Traytor nourish Dutch Dear York be patient hear me gentle Liege Bull. Rise up good Aunt Dutch No never more I 'll rise 'Till thou uncharm me from the Ground with sounds Of Pardon to my poor transgressing Son Aum. And to my Pray'rs
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
thy Fortune in this Royal Fight Farewel my Blood which if thou chance to shed Lament we may but not revenge the dead Bull. No noble eye be seen to loose a Tear On me if I be foil'd by Mowbrays Arm As confident as is the Faulcon's flight At tim'rous Birds do I with Mowbray fight O thou the gen'rous Author of my Blood To Gaunt Whose youthful Spirit enflames and lifts me up To reach at Victory above my Head Add proof to this my Armour with thy Pray'rs And with thy Blessings point my vengeful Sword To furbish new th' illustrious name of Gaunt Mow. However Heaven or Fortune cast my Lot There lives or dies a just and loyal man Never did wretched Captive greet the hour Of freedom with more welcome or delight Than my transported soul do's celebrate This Feast of battle Blessings on my King And peace on all King Farewell my Lord Virtue and Valour guard thee Marshal finish Marsh. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derby Receive thy Sword and Heav'n defend thy Right Fear this to Mowbray Mow. Curse on your tedious Ceremonies more To us tormenting then t'expecting Bridegrooms The signal for Heav'ns sake Marsh. Sound Trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay stay the King has thrown his Warder down King Command the Knights once more back to their Posts And let the Trumpets sound a second charge Whilst with our Lords we briefly do advise Another flourish after which the King speaks Command 'em to resigne their Arms and listen To what we with our Council have Decreed For that our Eyes detest the spectacle Of Civil Wounds from whence the dire infection Of general War may spring we bar your Combat Suppress those Arms that from our Coast wou'd fright Fair Peace and make us wade in Kinsmen's Blood And lest your Neighbour-hood cause after-broils We banish you our Realms to different Climes You Bullingbrook on pain of Death Till twice five Summers have enircht our Fields Bull. And must this be your Pleasure well Your pleasure stand 't will be my comfort still The Sun that warms you here shall shine on me And guild my Banishment King Mowbray for thee remains a heavier doom The slow succeeding hours shall not determine The dateless limit of thy dear exile The hopeless word of never to return Breath we against thee upon pain of Death Mow. A heavy Sentence my most Sov'raign Lord The Language I have learnt these Forty years My native English must I now forgo I am too old to fawn upon a Nurse And learn the Prattle of a forraign tongue What is thy Sentence then but speechless Death You take the cruelst way to rob my Breath King Complaint comes all too late where we decree Mow. Then thus I turn me from my Countries light Pleas'd with my doom because it pleas'd the King Farewell my Lord now Mowbray cannot stray Let me shun England all the worlds my way King Return again and take an Oath with thee Lay on our Royal Sword your banisht Hands Swear by the duty that you owe to Heav'n Nere to embrace each others love in Banishment Nor ever meet nor write to reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate Nor Plot to turn the edge of your Revenge On Us our State our Subjects and our Land Bull. I Swear Mow. And I to keep all this Bull. By this time Mowbray had the King permitted One of our Souls had wandered in the Air As now our flesh is doomd on Earth to wander Confess thy Treason ere thou fly the Land Since thou hast far to go bear not along Th'incumbring Burden of a guilty Soul Mow. No Bullingbrook if ever I were false Let Heav'n renounce me as my Country has But what thou art Heav'n Thou and I do know And all my heart forbodes too soon shall rue My absence then shall yet this comfort bring Not to behold the Troubles of my King Exit King Uncle within thy tear-charg'd Eyes I read Thy hearts fell sorrow and that troubled Look Has from the number of his Banisht years Pluckt four away Six frozen Winters spent Return with welcome from thy Banishment Gaunt I thank my Liege that in regard to me He cuts off four years from my Sons exile But small advantage shall I reap thereby For ere those slow six years can change their Moons My inch of Taper will be spent and done Nor Gaunt have life to welcom home his Son King Despair not Uncle you have long to live Gaunt But not a Minute King that thou canst give King Thy Son was banisht upon advice To which thy Tongue a party Verdict gave Gaunt My interest I submitted to your Will You urg'd me like a Judge and I forgot A Father's Name and like a strict Judge doom'd Him Alas I look'd when some of you should say I was too strict to make my Own away But all gave leave to my unwilling Tongue To do my ag'd heart this unnatural wrong King Now for the Rebels that hold out in Ireland And turn our mild forbearance to contempt Fresh forces must be levi'd with best speed Ere farther leisure yield them further strength We will our self in person to this War And quench this flame before it spread too far Ex. with Attendants Gaunt O to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words When thou 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 parlous 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
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
our outmost Numbers Enter Salisbury I fear me we shall more want Hands than Work King See Cousen who comes here i' th ' very Minute To clear thy doubts our trusty Salisbury Welcome my Lord how far off lies your Power Sal. My gracious Lord no farther off nor nearer Then this weak Arm discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair I fear my noble Lord one day too late Has clouded all your happy days on earth O call back yesterday bid time return Thou shalt have 20000 Fightingmen To day to day one luckless day too late O'rethrows thy Friends thy Fortune and thy State Our Welchmen Miss-inform'd that you were dead Are gone to Bullingbrook disperst and fled Aum. Comfort my Liege why looks your Grace so pale King But now the blood of 20000 men Did triumph in my Face and they are fled Have I not reason think you to look pale My Fortune like a wife that has arriv'd The hardness to have once prov'd open false Will set no Limits to her treach'rys now But turn to every upstart that will court her Now all that will be safe fly from my side For time has set a blast upon my Pride Aum. My Liege remember who you are King I had forgot my self am I not King Awake thou sluggard Majesty thou sleep'st Is not the Kings name 40000 names Arm arm my Name a puny Subject strikes At thy great glory look not to the ground Ye favourites of a King See Salisbury our hasty Scroop brings Balm To salve the Wound thy piercing tidings gave Enter Scroop Come on thou trusty Souldier oh draw near Thou never shew'dst thy self more seasonably Not when the flying Battle thou hast turn'd And from the hands of Conquest forc't the Day Scroop More health and happiness befall my Liege Then my care burden'd Tongue has to deliver King How 's that I charge thee on thy Soul speak comfort Ha! wilt thou not speak Comfort then speak Truth My ear is open and my heart prepar'd The worst thou canst unfold is worldly loss Say is my Kingdom lost why 't was my Care And what loss is it to be rid of Care Strives Bullingbrook to be as great as we If Heav'n approve his hopes why let 'em thrive Revolt our Subjects that we cannot mend To Heav'n they first were false and then to us Then give thy heavy heart as heavy speech Cry Woe Destruction Ruin Loss Decay The worst is Death and Death will have his Day Scroop I 'm glad to find your Highness so prepar'd Like a fierce sudden Storm that swells the Floods As if the world were all dissolv'd to Tears So rages Bullingbrook above his bounds Cov'ring the fearful Land with clashing Arms Old Sires have bound their hairless Scalps in steel Boys leave their sports and tune their tender Pipes To the big voice of War and strut in Armour The very Beadsmen learn to bend their Bows The very Women throw their Infants by Snatch rusty Bills and flock to the mad War And all goes worse than I have Power to tell King Too well alas thou tell'sta Tale so Ill Where is the Earl of Wiltshire Bushie Bagot That they have let these mischiefs spread so far If we prevail their Heads shall answer for 't I warrant they have made peace with Bullingbrook Scroop Peace have they made with him indeed King Oh Villains Vipers damn'd without redemption Dogs quickly won to fawn on any Comer Snakes in my Heartsblood warm'd to sting my Heart Wou'd they make Peace eternal Hell make War Upon their spotted souls for this Offence Scroop Again uncurse their Souls their Peace is made With Heads and not with Hands those whom you curse Are butcher'd in your Cause beheaded all And with their last breath wisht your Arms success Aum. Where is the Duke my Father with his Forces King No matter where of Comfort no man speak Let 's talk of Graves of Worms and Epitaphs Make Dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth For Heav'ns sake let 's sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the Death of Kings How some have been depos'd some slain in War Some poyson'd by their Wives some sleeping kill'd All murther'd for within the hollow Crown That rounds the mortal Temples of a King Keeps death his Court and there the Antique sits Scoffing his State and grinning at his Pomp Allowing him a short fictitious Scene To play the Prince be fear'd and kill with looks 'Till swell'd with vain conceit the flatter'd thing Believes himself immortal as a God Then to the train fate's Engineer sets fire Blows up his pageant Pride and farewell King Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence throw away Respect Obeysance Form and Ceremonious Duty For you have but mistook me all this while I live with bread like you feel Wants tast Grief Therefore am I no King or a King nothing Aum. Give to the Foe my Lord this cold despair No worse can come of Fight of Death much better My Fathers Troops are firm let 's joyn with them And manage wisely that last stake o' th' War Want's craft can make a body of a limb King You chide me well proud Bullingbrook I come Rises To change blows with thee for our day of Doom This Ague-fit of fear is overblown An easie task it is to win our own Say Scroop where lies our Uncle with his Pow'r My fir'd heart now longs for the fatal hour Scroop Men by the Skies complexion judge the day So may you by my dull and heavy eye Find that my tongue brings yet a heavier Tale I play the Torturer by small and small Your Uncle York treating with Bullingbrook Was seiz'd by him and 's still kept close Confin'd So that the strength which he was must'ring up Is quast and come to nought King Thou hast said enough Beshrew thee Cousin that didst lead me forth Of that sweet I was in to despair What say ye now what comfort have ye now By Heav'n I 'll hate him everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more Enter Queen Dutchess Ladies and Attendants Now by despair my Queen and her fair train Come to congratulate our Victory And claim the triumph we at parting promis'd Go tell 'em Lords what feats you have perform'd And if ye please tell my adventures too You know I was no Idler in the War Oh! torture now I feel my miseries sting And this appearance strikes me dead with shame Queen Welcome my Lord This minute is our own and I 'll devote it all To extasie the Realm receives her King And I my Lover thou dost turn away Nor are they tears of joy which thou dost shed I give thee welcome thou reply'st with sighs King What language shall my bankrupt fortunes find To greet such Heavenly excellence as thine I promiss'd thee success and bring thee Tears O couldst thou but devorce me from thy Heart But oh
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