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 I bend my Knee York Against 'em Both my Old stiff Joynts I bend Dutch Pleads he in Earnest see his Eyes are dry His Pray'rs come from his Mouth ours from the Heart He beggs but faintly and wou'd be deny'd His weary Joynts wou'd gladly rise I know Our Knees shall bend till to the Earth they grow Deny him King he kneels in pain to crave A Boon that wou'd dismiss him to the Grave Granting his Suit the Suer you destroy But yielding ours you give your Beggar 's Joy Bull. Good Madam rise up Dutch Nay do not say rise up But pardon first and then we rise indeed The word is short but endless Comfort brings Pardon the Language both of Heav'n and Kings Bull. I pardon him as Heav'n shall pardon me Dutch Thanks Gracious Liege a God on Earth thou art Aum. Thanks Gracious Liege a God on Earth thou art York So much for that one word at parting King Let me tell thee King 't was none of these Politicks that made thee King and so farewell to Court Exit Bull. But for the Rest of this Consorted Crew Our Justice shall o're-take 'em injur'd Richard Thy wrongs already are too deep revengâ—d As yet the Crown 's searce settled to my Brow When Royal Cares are rooted in my Heart Have I no Friend my Lords in this fair Train No Friend that to his Monarch's Peace will clear The Way and ridd me of this Living Fear Exit SCENE A Prison King Richard Solus Rich. I Have bin studying how to compare This lonesom Prison to the populous World The Paradox seems hard but thus I 'll prove it I 'll call my Brain the Female to my Soul My Soul the Father and these Two beget A Generation of succeeding Thoughts Th' Inhabitants that stock this little World In humours like the People of the World No Thought Contented for the better sort As Thoughts of things Divine are mixt with doubts That set the Faith it self against the Faith Thoughts tending to Ambition they are plotting Unlikely Wonders how these poor weak Hands May force a passage through these stubborn flints And cause they cannot Die in their own Pride Thoughts tending to Content are whispring to me That I am not the first of Fortunes Slaves And shall not be the Last poor flatt'ring Comfort Thus I and every other Son of Earth With nothing shall be pleas'd till we be eas'd With being nothing A Table and Provisions shewn What mean my Goalers by that plenteous Board For three days past I 've fed upon my Sighs And drunk my Tears rest craving Nature rest I 'll humour thy dire Need and tast this food That only serves to make Misfortune Live Going to sit the Table sinks down Thus Tantalus they say is us'd below But Tantalus his Guilt is then his Torture I smile at this fantastick Cruelty Ha Musick too Ev'n what my Torturers please Song and soft Musick after which a Messenger Enters Mess Hail Royal Sir with dang'rous difficulty Gives him Letters I 've enter'd here to bear These to your hand O killing Spectacle Rich. From whom my Queen My Isabell my Royal wretched Wife O Sacred Character oh Heav'n-born Saint Why here are words wou'd charm the raging Sea Cure Lunaticks dissolve the Wizzard's Spell Check baleful Planets and make Winter bloom How fares my Angel say what Air 's made rich With her arrival for she breathes the Spring What Land is by her presence priviledged From Heavn's ripe Vengeance O my lab'ring Heart Inn hide Thee and prepare in short to Answer To th'infinite Enquiries that my Love Shall make of this dear Darling of my Soul Whilst undisturb'd I seize the present Minute To answer the Contents of this blest Paper Ex. Mess Sits down to write Enter Exton and Servants Furies what means this Pageantry of Death Speak thou the foremost Murderer thy own hand Is arm'd with th' Instrument of thy own Slaughter Go Thou and fill a room in Hell Kills 4 of them Another Thou Exton here strikes him down That hand shall burn in never quenching Fire That staggers thus my Person cruel Exton The blackest Fiend shall see thee lodg'd beneath him The Damn'd will shun the Villain whose curst Hand Has with the King's blood stain'd the King's own Land Dies Ext. Hast and convey his Body to our Master Before the very Rumour reach his Ear. As full of Valour as of Royal Blood Both have I spilt O that the Deed were Good Despair already seizes on my Soul Through my dark Brest Eternal Horrours roul Ev'n that false Fiend that told me I did well Cry's now This Deed is Register'd in Hell Ex. SCENE a Palace Bullingbrook Lords and Attendants Bull. Our last Expresses speak the Rebels high Who have consum'd with Fire Our Town of Gloster Enter Northumberland and Pierce Welcome Northumberland what News North. Health to my Liege I have to London sent The Heads of Spencer Blunt and Salsbury Piere Broccas and Seelye too are headless Trunks The dang'rous Chiefs of that consorted Crew That sought your Life at Oxford Ross Our Abbot griev'd to see his Plott defeated Has yielded up his Body to the Grave But here 's Carlile yet living to receive Your Royal Doom Bull. Carlile I must confess Thô thou hast ever bin my Enemy Such sparks of Honour always shin'd in Thee As priviledg Thee from our Justice now Choose out some secret place some reverend Cell There live in peace and we shall not disturb The Quiet of thy Death what suddain Damp Congeals my Blood ha Exton then comes Mischief Enter Exton and Servants bearing in a Coffin Ext. Great Sir within this Coffin I present Thy bury'd Fear possess the Crown secure Which breathless Richard never more will claim Bull. Exton I thank thee not for thou hast wrought A Deed of Slaughter fatal for my Peace Which Thou and I and all the Land shall rue Ext. From your own Mouth my Lord did I this Deed. Bull. They love not Poyson that have need of Poyson Nor do I Thee I hate his Murderer Tho' I did wish him Dead Hell thank thee for it And guilt of Royal Blood be thy Reward Cursing and Curst go wander through the World Branded like Cain for all Mankind to shun Thee Wake Richard wake give me my Peace agen And I will give Thee back thy ravisht Crown Come Lords prepare to pay your last Respects To this great Hearse and help a King to Mourn A King 's untimely Fall O tort'ring Guilt In vain I wish The happy Change cou'd be That I slept There and Richard Mourn'd for Me. EPILOGUE Spoken by M ris Cook NOw we expect to hear our rare Blades say Dam ' me I see no Sense in this dull Play Thô much of it our abler Judges know Was famous Sense 'bove Forty Years ago Sometimes we fail to Please for want of Witt i th' Play but more for want on 't in the Pitt For many a ruin'd Poëts Work 't wou'd Save Had you but half the Sense you think you have Poets on your Fore-Fathers pam'd dull Plays And shrewdly you revenge it in our Days In troth we fare by 't as your Tradesmen do For whilst they raise Estates by Cheating You Into Acquaintance with their Wives you fall And get 'em Graceless Sons to spend it All. 'T is plain Th' are Yours Cause All our Arts miscarry For just like You They 'll Damn before they 'll Marry Of honest Terms I now almost Despair Unless retriev'd by some rich Yeoman's Heir In Grannam's Ribbans and his Own streight Hair What Comforts such a Lover will afford Joynture Dear Joynture O the Heavenly Word But E're of You my Sparks my Leave I take For your Unkindness past these Pray'rs I make So very Constant may Your Misses be 'Till You grow Cloid for Want of Jealousie Into such Dullness may your Poëts Tire 'Till They shall write such Plays as You Admire May You instead of Gaming Whoring Drinking Be Doom'd to your Aversion Books and Thinking And for a Last Wish What I 'm sure Tou'l Call The Curse of Curses Marriage Take ye All. FINIS * Epst Ded. to the Span. Fryar
THE Sicilian Usurper A TRAGEDY As it was Acted at the Theatre-Royal With a Prefatory Epistle in Vindication of the Author occasioned by the Prohibition of this Play on the Stage Written by N. Tate Inultus ut flebo Puer Hor. LONDON Printed for James Knapton at the Crown in St. Paul's Church-yard 1691. Books newly Printed for James Knapton at the Crown in St. Paul's Church-yard PLAYS SQuire of Alsatia Bury-Fair True Widow Amorous Bigott or Teague O Devilly the Irish Priest All Comedies and Written by Tho. Shadwell Fortune-Hunters a Comedy written by Captain Carlile Widow Ranter or the History of Bacon in Virginia a Tragi-Comedy Forc'd Marriage or the Jealous Bridegroom a Tragi-Comedy Sir Patient Fancy a Comedy The feign'd Curtizan or a Nights Intreague a Comedy All four written by Mrs. A. 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M. of their Royal Highnesses Prince George and Princess Anne of the Convention Army Ministers of State and others in this great Revolution FINIS TO My Esteemed FRIEND George Raynsford Esq SIR I Wou'd not have you surpriz'd with this Address though I gave you no warning of it The Buisiness of this Epistle is more Vindication than Complement and when we are to tell our Grievances 't is most natural to betake our selves to a Friend 'T was thought perhaps that this unfortunate Off-spring having been stifled on the Stage shou'd have been buried in Oblivion and so it might have happened had it drawn its Being from me Alone but it still retains the immortal Spirit of its first-Father and will survive in Print though forbid to tread the Stage They that have not seen it Acted by its being silenc't must suspect me to have Compil'd a Disloyal or Reflecting Play But how far distant this was from my Design and Conduct in the Story will appear to him that reads with half an Eye To form any Resemblance between the Times here written of and the Present had been unpardonable Presumption in Me. If the Prohibiters conceive any such Notion I am not accountable for That I fell upon the new-modelling of this Tragedy as I had just before done on the History of King Lear charm'd with the many Beauties I discover'd in it which I knew wou'd become the Stage with as little design of Satyr on present Transactions as Shakespear himself that wrote this Story before this Age began I am not ignorant of the posture of Affairs in King Richard the Second's Reign how dissolute then the Age and how corrupt the Court a Season that beheld Ignorance and Infamy preferr'd to Office and Pow'r exercis'd in Oppressing Learning and Merit but why a History of those Times shou'd be supprest as a Libel upon Ours is past my Understanding 'T is sure the worst Complement that ever was made to a Prince O Rem ridiculam Cato jocasam Dignámque Auribus tuo Cachinno Ride quicquid amas Cato Catullum Res est Ridicula c. Our Shakespear in this Tragedy bated none of his Characters an Ace of the Chronicle he took care to shew 'em no worse Men than They were but represents them never a jot better His Duke of York after all his buisy pretended Loyalty is found false to his Kinsman and Sovereign and joyn'd with the Conspirators His King Richard Himself is painted in the worst Colours of History Dissolute Unadviseable devoted to Ease and Luxury You find old Gaunt speaking of him in this Language Then there are found Lascivious Meeters to whose Venom sound The open Ear of Youth do's always Listen Where doth the World thrust forth a Vanity So it be New there 's no respect how Vile That is not quickly buzz'd into his Ear That all too late comes Counsel to be heard without the least palliating of his Miscarriages which I have done in the new Draft with such words as These Your Sycophants bred from your Child-hood with you Have such Advantage had to work upon you That scarce your Failings can be call'd your Faults His Reply in Shakespear to the blunt honest Adviser runs thus And Thou a Lunatick Lean-witted-fool c. Now by my Seat's
shall prove it true That Mow-bray has receiv'd eight thousand Nobles In Name of Lendings for your Highness Service All which for lew'd Employments he detains Like a false Traytor and injurious Villain Besides I say and will in Combate prove That all the Treasons Plots Conspiracies Hatcht for these eighteen years within this Realm Fetcht from false Mowbray their first Spring and Head Farther I say and on his Heart will prove it That he did Plot the Duke of Gloster's Death Whose Martial Ghost to me for Vengeance cryes And by the glorious Worth of my Descent This Arm shall give it or this Blood be spent King How high a Pitch his Resolution Soars Thomas of Norfolk what say'st thou to this Mow. O let my Sov'raign turn away his Face And bid his Ear a little while be Deaf Till I have told this slander of his Blood How Heav'n and good men hate so foul a Lyar. King Now by our Sceptres Awe I tell thee Mowbray Were he my Brother nay my Kingdoms Heir Our Blood shou'd nothing priviledge him nor bend Our upright Soul from Justice Mow. Then Bulling-brook as low as to thy Heart Thou ly'st Three parts of my Receits for Callice I have disburst amongst his Highness Souldiers The Rest I by the King's consent reserv'd Upon remainder of a dear Account Since last I went to fetch the Queen from France First swallow down that Lye for Gloster's Death I slew him not but rather to my fault Neglected my Sworn Duty in that Case Compassion being here all my Offence And for the rest of thy perfidious Charge It Issues from the rancour of a Villain The flowing Gall of a degenerate Traytor In proof of which I summon thee to Combate Beseeching of his Majesty the Grace To my wrong'd Fame t' appoint our Tryal-day Where Herford's Blood shall for his slanders pay And wash the Poyson of his Tongue away King Rash men thus long we have giv'n you the hearing Now let the pleasure of your King be heard And know our Wisdom shall prescribe a way To purge this Choller without letting Blood Forget forgive conclude and be agreed Gaunt see this difference end where it begun Wee 'l calm the Duke of Norfolk you your Son Gaunt To be a Peace-maker becomes my Age Throw down my Son the Duke of Norfolk's Gage King And Norfolk throw down his Gaunt When Harry when Obedience bids I shou'd not bid again King Will Norfolk when the King commands be slow Mow. My self dread Sov'raign at your feet I throw My Life you may command but not my Shame I cannot give nor will you ask my Fame I am Impeacht disgrac't before my King Pierc't to the Soul with Slanders Venom'd Sting Incurable but by the Traytor 's Blood That breath'd the Poyson King Rage must be withstood Give me his Gage Lyons make Leopards tame Mow. Yes but not change their Spots take but my shame And I resign my Gage my dear dread Lord The purest Treasure Mortal times afford Is spotless honour take but that away Men are but guilded Loam and painted Clay King Cousin throw down his Gage do you begin Bull. Just Heav'n defend me from so foul a sin Condemn not Sir your Blood to such disgrace Shall I seem brav'd before my Father's Face No Royal Sir ere my Blaspheaming Tongue Shall do my Loyalty so foul a wrong Or sound so base a Parle by th' Roots I 'le tear The slavish Herrald of so vile a fear And spit it bleeding where the worst disgrace And slanders harbour ev'n in Mowbray's face King Now by my Scepter you have wak't my spleen And since we sue in vain to make ye friends Prepare to meet before us in the Lists You shall and he that bauk's the Combat dies Behold me give your head-long fury Scope Each to chastise the others guilty Pride What Council cannot let the Sword decide Exeunt SCENE the Second Enter Dutchess of Glocester in Mourning Dutch How slow alas the hours of Sorrow fly Whose Wings are dampt with Tears my dear dear Gloster I have more than a Widdows loss to mourn She but laments a Death but I a Murder Enter Gaunt Gaunt When Sister will you find the way to comfort Dutch When Gaunt has found the way to Vengeance Comfort Before that hour were Guilty Edwards seven Sons whereof thy self art one Where as seven Viols of his sacred Blood Or seven fair Branches springing from one Stock Some of those Streams by natures course are dry'd Some of those Branches by the Destinies cut But Thomas my dear Lord my Life my Gloster One flourishing Branch of that most Royal Stem Is hew'd and all his verdant Leaves disperst By envies hand and Murders bloody Axe Gaunt Sister the part I have in Gloster's Blood Do's more sollicite me than your exclaims To stir against the Butchers of his life But since Revenge is Heav'ns Prerogative Put we our Quarrel to the will of Heav'n Enter York York Save ye Sister very hot oh hot weather and hot work come Brother the Lists are ready the Fight will be worth the while besides your concern there is somewhat more than ordinary I'faith now I cou'd be content to have Harry scape but for all that I wou'd have the Traytor die Gaunt Cou'd my impartial eye but find him such Fell Mow-bray's Sword should come to late Dutch Where shall my Sorrows make their last complaint If York deny me too York What wou'd our Sister Dutch Revenge and speedy for my Glosters death York Why there 't is Revenge ho a fine morsel for a Lady fasting Gloster was my Brother true but Gloster was a Traytor and that 's true too I hate a Traytor more than I love a Brother Dutch A Traytor York York 'T is somewhat a course name for a Kinsman but yet to my thinking to raise an Army execute Subjects threaten the King himself and reduce him to answer particulars has a very strong smatch with it go too you are in fault your complaints are guilty your very Tears are Treason No remedy but Patience Dutch Call it not patience York 't is cold despair In suffering thus your Brother to be slaughter'd You shew the naked path to your own Lives Ah! had his fate been yours my Gloster wou'd Have set a Nobler Prince upon your Lives York This Air grows infectious will you go Brother Dutch But one word more grief ever was a Talker But I will teach him silence of you both I take eternal leave Comforts wait on you When I am laid in Earth to some dark Cell Will I betake me where this weary Life Shall with the taper waste there shall I greet No Visitant but Death adieu my Lords If this Farewell your Patience has abus'd Think 't was my last and let it be excus'd Exeunt SCENE the Third A Pavilion of State before the Lists Marshal and Aumerle from several Entrances Marsh My Lord Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yes at all points and longs to enter
to his Designs forbear to draw such Dangers on your Head King Be Heav'n our judge we mean him nothing fowl But shortly will with interest restore The Loan our sudden streights make necessary Weep not my Love nor drown with boding Tears Our springing Conquest bear our absence well Nor think that I have joy to part with Thee Tho never vacant Swain in silent Bowers Cou'd boast a passion so sincere as mine Yet where the int'rest of the Subject calls We wave the dearest Transports of our Love Flying from Beauty ' Arms to rugged War Conscience our first and Thou our second Care Exeunt Manent Morthumberland Piercy Ross Willoughby North. Well Lords the Duke of Lancaster is dead Will. And living too if Justice had her right For Herford then were more than a bare Name Who now succeeds departed Gaunt in nothing But in his mind 's rich Virtues the Kings pleas'd To have occasion for his temporal wealth O my heart swells but let it burst with silence Ere it be disburden'd with a liberal tongue Perc. Now rot the tongue that scants a Subjects freedom Loosers at least are priviledgd to talk And who accounts not Herfords looss his own Deserves not the esteem of Herford's friend There 's none of us here present but did weep At parting and if there be any one Whose tears are not converted now to sire He is a Crocadile North. The fate of Bullingbrook will soon be ours We hear the Tempest sing yet seek no shelter We see our wreck and yet securely perish A sure but willful Fate for had ye Spirits But worthy to receive it I cou'd say How near the tidings of our comfort is Pierc Give us thy thoughts and rate 'em as thou wilt Here 's Blood for 'em but point us to the veins That hold the richest we will empty those To purchase ' em North. Hold generous Youth This gallantry unlocks my inmost Brest Seizing a secret dearer than my heart Attend me Lords I have from Port le Blanc This very day receiv'd intelligence That our wrong'd Herford with Lord Rainold Cobham Sir Thomas Arpingham bold Sir John Rainston Sir Robert Waterton Quaint Norbery With eight tall Ships three thousand men in Arms Design with speed to touch our Northern shore If then you have a spark of British glory To imp our drooping Countries broken Wing Joyn hands with me and post to Ravenspurg Ross Now business stirs and life is worth our while Will. Nature her self of late hath broke her Order Then why should we continue our dull Round Rivers themselves refuse their wonted course Start wide or turn on their own Fountain heads Our Lawrels all are blasted rambling Meteors Affright the fixst inhabitants of Heav'n The pale fac't Moon looks bloody on the Earth And lean-lookt Prophets whisper dreadful change Pierc Away let 's post to th' North and see for once A Sun rise there the glorious Bulling-brook For our Return will not pass a thought For if our Courtiers passage be withstood We 'll make our selves a Sea and sail in Blood Exeunt Enter Queen Attended Lady Despair not Madam Queen Who shall hinder me I will despair and be at enmity With flattering hope he is a Couzener A Parasite a keeper back of Death That wou'd dissolve at once our pain and Life Which lingring hope holds long upon the Rack Yet Murders at the last the cruel'st way Lady Here comes the Duke Enter York and Servants Queen With signs of War about his aged neck And full of careful business are his looks York Death and confusion oh set my Corsleet right fetch my commanding Sword scour up the brown Bills Arm Arm Arm. Queen Now Uncle for Heav'ns sake speak comfort York Comforts in Heav'n and we are on the Earth nothing but crosses on this side of the Moon my heart stews in Choller I shall dissolve to a Gelly That your Husband shou'd have no more wit than to go a Knight Erranting whilst Rogues seize all at home and that I shou'd have no more wit than to be his Deputy at such a proper time to undertake to support a crazy Government that can scarce carry my own Fat Well Sirrah have you given my Son orders to strengthen his Forces if he prove a Flincher too Gent. My Lord I know not how he stands affected Not well I fear because at my Arrival He was withdrawn at least pretended so So that I cou'd not give him your Commands York Why so go all which way it will the Nobles are all fled and hide themselves like my ungracious Rascal or else strike in with the Rebels the Commons find our Exchequer empty and revolt too and a blessed bargain I have on 't Queen Alass my Bank and Jewels are dispos'd off For the Kings wants already and to wait Till fresh recruits come from our Fathers Court I fear will lose our Cause York Get thee to Plashy to my Sister Gloster Her Coffers I am sure are strongly lin'd Bid her send me presently 50000. Nobles Hold take my Ring fly if thou lov'st thy Head Gent. My Lord I had forgot to tell you that to day Passing by there I was inform'd But I shall grieve you to report the rest York What is 't Knave Gent. An hour before I came the Dutches Dy'd Her Son your Nephew ere her Blood was cold Makes all secure and flies to Bullingbrook York Death what a tide of woes break upon us at once Perverse Woman to take this time to Die in and the varlet her Son too to take this time to play the villain in wou'd to Heav'n the King had cut off my Head as he did my Brothers Come Sister Couzen I would say pray Pardon me if I know how to order thefe perplext Affairs I am a Sturgeon Gentlemen go Muster up your Men and meet me at Barkley Castle I should to Plashie too but time will not suffer the Wind 's cross too and will let us hear nothing from Ireland nor boots it much if they have no better News for us than we have for them All 's wrong Oh! fie hot hot Exeunt SCENE the Third The Field Flourish Enter Bullingbrook Northumberland Piercy and the Rest with their Powers Bull. And thus like Seamen scatter'd in a Storm Meet we to Revel on the safer Shore Accept my worthy Friends my dearest thanks For yet my Infant Fortunes can present Returns no Richer but when these are Ripe North. Your Presence was the Happiness we sigh'd for And now made Rich in that we seek no more Enter Ross and Willoughby Bull. My Lords y' are well return'd what News from Wales We hear that Salisbury has Levi'd there Full 40000 on the Kings behalf Ross My Lord that Cloud 's disperst the Welshmen hearing That all the North here had resign'd to you Disperst themselves and part are hither fled Will. Fortune so Labours to Confirm your Pow'r That all Attempts go cross on the Enemies side Enter York and Servants Bull. But see our
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 him 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 renounc'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 Crowns and Scepters go Before I swim to 'em in Subjects blood The King in pity to his Subjects quits His Right that have no pity for their King Let me be blest with cool Retreat and thee Thou World of Beauty and thou Heav'n of Love To Bullingbrook I yield the Toils of State And may the Crown sit lighter on his Head Than e're it did on Richard's Qu. Destiny Is Tyrant over King's Heav'n guard my Lord. King Weep not my Love each Tear thou shedst is Theft For know thou robb'st the great ones of their due Of Pomp divested we shou'd now put off It 's dull Companion Grief Farewel my Love Thy Richard shall return to thee again The King no more Qu. In spight of me my sorrow In sad Prophetic Language do's reply Nor Richard nor the King Exeunt severally SCENE the Parliament Bullingbrook Northumb. Piercie York Aumarle Carlile with other Nobles and Officers making a full House North. Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee From Richard who with free and willing Soul Adopts thee Heir and his high Scepter yields To the possession of thy Royal Hand Ascend his Throne descending now from him And long live Henry of that Name the Fourth Bull. Richard Consents and Lords I have your Voices In Heav'ns Name therefore I ascend the Throne Carl. No hasty Bullingbrook in Heav'ns Name stay Tho' meanest of this Presence yet I 'll speak A Truth that do's beseem me best to speak And wou'd to God the noblest of this presence Were enuff noble to be Richard's Judge What subject can give sentence on his King And who sits here that is not Richard's Subject Theeves are not judg'd but they are by to hear Th' indictment read and Answer to their Charge And shall the Figure of Heav'ns Majesty His Captain Steward Deputy Elect Anointed Crown'd and planted many years Be judg'd by Subject and inferiour Breath And he not present o' forbid it God! That in a Christian Climate Souls refin'd Shou'd Plot so heinous black obscene a deed I speak to Subjects and a Subject speaks Stir'd up by Heaven thus boldly for his King York Now by my Life I thank thee honest Prelate My Lords what say ye to the Bishops Doctrine Is 't not Heavenly true you know it is Nor can ev'n graceless Herford's self gain say 't Carl. My Lord of Hereford here whom you call King Is a foul Traytor to proud Herford's King And if you Crown him let me prophesie The blood of English shall manure the Land And future Ages groan for this foul Deed And if you rear this House against its self It will the wofullest Division prove That ever yet befell this guilty Earth Prevent resist it stop this breach in Time Lest Childrens Children curse you for this Crime North. Well have you argu'd Sir and for your pains Of Capital Treason we Arrest you here My Lord of Westminster be it your care To keep him safely till his Day of Tryal Wil 't please you Lords to grant the Common's Suit York First let me move and yield some Knave a Seat Bull. Bring hither Richard that in open view He may surrender so shall we proceed Without suspition King Richard brought in King Alack why am I sent for to the King Before I have shook off the Regal thoughts With which I Reign'd as yet I have not learnt T' insinuate flatter bow and bend the Knee Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me To this submission Yet I well remember The favours these Men were they not mine To do what service am I sent for hither North. To do that Office of your own good will Which weary'd Majesty did prompt thee to The Resignation of thy Crown and State To Henry Bullingbrook King My own good Will Yes Heav'n and you know with what sort of Will You say it is my Will why be it so Give me the Crown come Cousin seize the Crown Upon this side my Hand on that side thine Now is this Crown a Well wherein two Vessels That in successive Motion rise and fall The emptier ever dancing in the Air Th' opprest one down unseen and sunk that Vessel Dejected prest and full of Tears am I Drinking my Griefs whilst Herford mounts on high Bull. I thought you had been willing to Resign King My Crown I am but still my Griefs are mine Bull. Are you contented to Resign or no King Yes No yet let it pass From off my Head I give this heavy weight And this unwieldy Scepter from my Hand So with my Tears I wash my Balm away With my own breath release all duteous Oaths My Pomp and Majesty for ever quit My mannors Rents Revenues I forego My Acts Decrees and Statutes I repeal Heav'n pardon all Oaths that are broke to me Heav'n keep unbroke all Vows are made to thee Make me that nothing have to covet nought And thee possest of all that all hast sought What more remains North. No more but that you read This Bill of Accusations charg'd upon your Crimes King Distraction made my own accuser too To read a bead-roll of my own defaults Read it my self by piece-meal to unrauel My weav'd-up follies why Northumberland If thy Offences were upon Record Wou'd it not shame thee in so full a Presence To read a Lecture of ' em if thou shou'dst There wou'dst thou