haue â—â—â—g thâ—ed howers And added yeares to his short banishment He should haue had a volume of farewels But since it would not he had none of me King He is our Coosens Coosin but tis doubt When time shall call him home from banishment Whether our kinsman come to see his friends Our selfe and Bushie Obserued his courtship to the common people How he did seeme to diue into their harts With humble and familiar courtesie What reuerence he did throw away on slaues Wooing poore craftsmen with the craft of smiles And patient vnder-bearing of his fortune As twere to baâ—ish their affects with him Off goes his bonnet to an oysterwench A brace of draimen bid God speed him wel And had the tribute of his supple knee With thankes my countreymen my louing friendes As were our England in reuersion his And he our subiects next degree in hope Greene. Wel he is gone and with him go these thoughts Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland Expedâ—enâ— mannage must be made my liege Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes For their aduantage and your highnes losse King VVe will our selfe in person to this warre And for our coffers with too great a court And liberall larges are growen somewhat light VVe are inforst to farm our royall Realme The reuenew whereof shall furnish vs For our affaires in hand if that come short Our substitutes at home shall haâ—e blanke charters Whereto when they shal know what men are rich They shal subscribe them for large summeâ— of gold And send them after to supply our wants For we will make for Ireland presently Enter Bushie with newes Bush. Olde Iohn of Gaunt is grieuous sicke my Lord Sodainely taken and hath sent post haste To intreate your Maiestie to visite him King Where lies he Bush. At Ely house King Now put it God in the Physitions mind To help him to his graue immediaâ—ly The liâ—ing of his coffers shall make coates To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres Come gentlemen lets all go visite him Pray God we may make haste and come too late Amen Exeunt Enter Iohn of Gaunt sicke with the duke of Yorke c. Gaunt Wil the King come that I may breathe my last In holsome counsell to his vnstaied youth Yorkâ— Vex not your selfe nor striue not with your breath For all in vaine comes counsell to his â—are Gaunt Oh but they say the tongues of dying men Inforce attention like deepe â—â—rmony Where words are scarce they are seldome spent in vaine For they breathe truth that breathe their wordes in paine He that no more must say is listened more Than they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt than their liues before The setting Sunne and Musike at the close As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last Writ in remembrance more than things long past Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare My deaths sad tale may yet vndeaâ—e his eaâ—e Yorke No it is stopt with other flattering foundes As praises of whâ—se taste the wise are found Lasciuious meeterâ— to whose venome sound The open eare of youth doth alwayes listen Report of fashions in proude Italie Whose maners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base iâ—itation Where doth the world thâ—ust forth a vanitie So it be new theres no respect how vile That is not quickly buzdâ— into his eares Then all too late comes Counsell to be heard Where will doth mutiny with wits regard Direct not him whose way himselfe wil chuse Tis breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose Gaunt Me thinkes I am a prophet new inspirde And thus expiring do foretell of him His rash fierce blaze of ryot cannot last For violent fires soone burne out themselues Small shoures last long but sodaine stormes are short He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes With eagre feeding foode doth choke the feeder Light vanitie insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone praies vpon it selfe This royall throne of Kings this sceptred Ile This earth of maiestie this seate of Mars This other Eden demy Paradice This fortresse built by Nature 〈◊〉 her selfe Against infection and the hand of waâ—re This happy breede of men this little woâ—ld This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as moate defensiue to a house Against the enuie of lesse happier lands This blessed plot this earth this realme this England This nurse this teeming wombe of â—oyall Kings Feard by their breed and famous by theyr byrth Renowned for theyr deedes as far from home For christian seruice and true chiualry As is the sepulchre in stubburne Iewry Of the worlds ransome blessed Maries sonne This land of such deare soules this deere deere land Deare for her reputation through the world Is now leasde out I dye pronouncing it Like to a tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rockie shoare beates backe the enuious siege Of watry Neptune is now bound in with shame With iâ—â—kie blots and rotten parchment bonds That Engâ—and that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conqâ—est of it selfe Ah would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Yorke The King is come deale mildely with his youth For young hot colts being ragde do rage the more Enter king and Queene c. Queene How fares our noble vncle Lancaster King What comfort man how â—st with aged Gaunt Gaunt O how that 〈◊〉 befits my composition Old 〈◊〉 indeede and gaunt in being olde With 〈◊〉 Griefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abâ—taines froâ—â—neate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breedes leanenesse leanenesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherites naught but bones King Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gaunt No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in me I mocke my name great King to flatter thee King Should dying men flatter with those that liue Gaunt No no men liuing flatter those that die King Thou now a dying sayest thou flatterest me Gaunt Oh no thou diest though I the â—icker be King I am in health I breathe and see thee ill Gaunt Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land Wherein thou liest in reputation sicke And thou too carelesse pacient as thou art Commitst thy annoynted body to the cure Of those Physitions that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger than thy head And yet inraged in so small a verge The waste is no whit lesser than thy land Oh had thy grandâ—ire with a
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
he spent in peace then they in wars Rosse The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in farme Will. The King growen banckroâ—t like a broken man North. Reproch and dissolution hangeth ouer him Rosse He hath not money for these Irish wars His burthenous taxations notwithstanding But by the robbing of the banisht Duke North. His noble kinsman most degenerate King But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme We see the wind sit sore vpon our failes And yet we strike not but securely perish Rosse We see the very wracke that we must suffer And vnauoided is the danger now For suffering so the causes of our wracke North. Not so euen through the hollow eies of death I spie life peering but I dare not say How neere the tidings of our comfort is Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts as thou dost ours Rosse Be confident to speake Northumberland We three are but thy selfe and speaking so Thy words are but as thoughts therefore be bold North. Then thus I haue from le Port Blan A Bay in Brittaine receiude intelligence That Harry duke of Herâ—ord Rainold L. Cobham That late broke from the Duke of Exeter His brother archbishop late of Canterburie Sir Thomas Eâ—pingham sir Iohn Ramston Sir Iohn Norbery sir Robert Waterâ—on and Francis Coinâ—s All these well furnished by the Duke of Brittaine With eight tall shippes three thousand men of warre Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore Perhaps they had erâ— this but that they stay The first departing of the King for Ireland If then we shall shake off our slauish yoke Impe out our drowping countries broken wing Redeeme from Broking pawne the blemisht Crowne Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters guilt And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe Away with me in post to Rauenspurgh But if you faint as fearing to do so Stay and be secret and my selfe will go Rosse To horse to horse vrge doubts to them that feare Willo Holde out my horse and I will first be there Exeunt Enter the Queene Bushie Bagot Bush. Madam your maiestie is too much sad You promist when you parted with the King To lay aside life-harming heauines And entertaine a cheerefull disposition Queene To please the king I did to please my selfe I cannot do it yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as Griefe Saue bidding farewell to so swâ—â—te a guest As my sweete Richard yet agayne me thinkes Some vnborne sorrow ripe in Fortunes wombe Is commâ—ng towardes me and my inward soule With nothing trembles at something it grieues More then with parting from my Lord the King Bushie Each substance of a griefe hath twenty shadowes Which sheweâ— like griefe it selfe but is not so For Sorrowes eyes giazed with blinding teares Diuides one thing entire to many obiects Like perspectiues which rightly gazde vpon Shew nothing but confusion eyde awry Distinguish forme so your sweet maiestie Looking awry vpon your Lords departure Finde shapes of griefe more than himselfe to waile Which lookt on as it is is naught but shadows Of what it is not then thrice gracious Queene More then your Lords departure weep not more is not seen Or if it be tis with false Sorrowes eye Which for things true weepes things imaginarie Queene It may be so but yet my inward soule Perswades me it is otherwise how ere it be I cannot but be sad so heauie sad As thought on thinking on no thought I thinke Makes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke Bush. Tis nothing but conceit my gratious Lady Queene Tis nothing lesse conceit is still deriude From some forefather griefe mâ—ne is not so For nothing hath begot my something griefe Or something hath the nothing that I grieue Tis in reuersion that I do possesse But what it is that is not yet knowen what I cannot name tis nâ—melesse woe I wot Greene God saue your maiesty and well met Gentlemen I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland Queene Why hopest thou so tis better hope he is For his designes craue haste his haste good hope Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt Greene That he our hope might haue retirde his power And driuen into despaire an enemies hope Who strong'y hath set footing in this land The banisht Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe And with vplifted armes is safe ariude at Rauenspurgh Queene Now God in heauen forbid Greene Ah Madam tis too true and that is worse The lord Northumberland his son yong H. Percie The lords of Rosse Beaumond and Willoughby With all their powerful friends are fled to him Bush. Why haue you not proclaimd Northumberland And al the rest reuolted faction traitours Greene We haue whereupon the earle of Worcesâ—er Hath brokâ—n his Staffe resignd his Stewardship And al the houshold seruants sled with him to Bullingbrook Queene So Greene thou art the midwife to my woe Anâ— Bullingbrooke my sorowes dismall heire Now hath my soule brought forth her prodigie And I a gasping new deliueâ—d mother Haue woe to woe sorow to soâ—ow ioynde Bushie Dispaire not Madam Queene Who 〈◊〉 hinder me I will dispaire and be at enmitie With cousening Hope he is a flatterer A parasite a keeper backe of Death Who gently would dissolue the bands of life VVhich false Hope lingers in extremitie Greene Here comes the Duke of Yorke Queene VVith signes of war about his aged necke Oh ful of carefull busines are his lookes Vncle for Gods sake speake comfortable wordes Yorke Should I do so I should bely my thoughts Comfort's in heauen and we are on the earth VVhere nothing liues but câ—osses cares and griefe Your husband he is gone to saue far off VVhilst others come to make him loose at home Heere am I lefâ— to vnderprop his land Who weake with age cannot support my selfe Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made Now shall he trie his friends that flatterd him Seruingman My Lord your son was gone before I came Yorke He was why so go all which way it will The nobles they are fled the commons they are colde And will I feare reuolton Herefords side Sâ—rra get thee to Plashie to my sister Glocester Bid her send me presently a thousand pound Hold take my ring Seruingman My Lord I had forgot to tel your Lordship To day as I came by I called there But I shall grieue you to report the rest Yorke What ist knaue Seruingman An houre before I came the Dutchesse died Yorke God for his mercy what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this wofull land at once I know not what to do I would to God So my vntruth had not prouokt him to it The King had cut off my head with my brothers Whâ—t are there no Posts dispatcht for Ireland Hâ—w shal we do for money for these wars Come sister cousin I would say pray pardon me Go fellow get thee home prouide some cartes And bring
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
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