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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63158	The Sicilian usurper a tragedy as it was acted at the Theatre-Royal : with prefatory epistle in vindication of the author, occasioned by this play on the stage / written by N. Tate.	Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Richard II.	1691 (1691)	Wing T216; ESTC R37870	40,266	69

Highness comes stand all apart And shew fair Duty to his Majesty York runs over to the King kneels and kisses his Hand York Now left the Rebels seize me if they can For here I 'll perish by my Sovereign's side King Fy Cousin you debase your princely Knee And make our Earth too proud with Kissing it Methinks my Heart had rather feel your Love Then thus in Eye behold the Courtesie Up Cousen up Your Heart is up I know Bul. My gracious Lord I come but for my own King And to that Title who must set the Bounds Bul. Nor even to that do I lay farther claim Than my true Service shall deserve your Love King Well you deserve they best deserve to have That know the strongest surest way to get But Heav'n rules all good Uncle dry your Tears Cousin I am to young to be your Father Tho' you are Old enuff to be my Heir Methinks one Person 's wanting yet To this fair Presence our Old Loyal Gaunt He was thy Father Herford was he not Excuse me Cousin Tears but ill become A King at least when Friends and Kinsmen meet And yet I cannot chuse but weep to think That whilst you press and I permit this Scorn What Plagues we heap on Children yet unborn Exeunt ACT IV. Enter York Aumarle in their Parliament Robes Two Messengers from Bullingbrook York TUt tut tut tell not me of Patience 't is a Load a Burden that Knaves will never cease to lay on whilst Asses will carry it nothing but Villany in this versal World and nothing plagues me but that I can't turn Villain too to be Reveng'd Aum. Perfidious Bullingbrook 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 of 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 forsooth 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 Wou'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 flumber 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

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 Julius 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 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 Thò 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 foul 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 Ill ravish yet one more farewell my Love My Royal Constant Dear farewel 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 thy Desire York within York Beware my Liege look to thy Lise thou hast a Traytor in thy Presence Bull. Ha! Villain I 'll secure Thee Aum. Stay thy revengeful Hand Thou hast no cause to