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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

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 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 that I shall stand Condemnd A wandring Vagabond my Rights and Royalties Snatcht from my Hand perforce and giv'n away To up-start Unthrifts wherefore was I Born If that my Cousen King be King of England It must be granted I am Duke of Laneaster York Thy words are all as false as thy Intents The King but for the Service of the State Has Borrow'd thy Revenue for a time And Pawn'd to me his Honour to repay it Which I as Gaunt Executour allow'd Bull. Then Uncle I am sorry you have drawn the Guilt on your own head and that of Course Justice must fall there too we must Commit you to our Guards Custody York Perfidious Villain Now he that has a Soul give me a Sword And since my Followers are too few to Engage Give but this Villain here and me a Ring And if you do not see a Traytor Cudgell'd As a Vile Traytor should I 'll give ye leave To hang my Brawn i' th' Sun North. The Duke has sworn he comes but for his own And in that Claim we all resolve to Assist him York What says Northumberland thou rev'rend Rebel Think what a Figure makes thy Beard amongst This Callow Crew allow that he were wrong'd As on the Kings Faith and mine he is not Yet in this kind to come with threatning Arms To Compass right with wrong it may not be And you that do abet him in this sort From the hoar'd Head to the raw beardless Chin Cherish Rebellion and are Rebels all Bull. We have not leisure to debate strike Drums York Now the Villains Curse light on thee and if thou dost seize the Crown mayst thou be more Plagu'd with being King than I am with being Deputy SCENE the Fourth Enter Rabble A Shoomaker Farrier Weaver Tanner Mercer Brewer Butcher Barber and infinite others with a Confused Noise 1. Silence hea I Revelation Stitch Command Silence All. Peace hoa 1. Am I not Nobly Descended and Honourably Born 2. Right the Field is Honourable and there was he Born under a Hedge 1. Have I not born Commission with Watt Tyler witness our luminary lost in that Service and was I not president at Jack Straw's Councel to kill all the Nobility and Clergy but the Fryers mendicant that in our Reign wou'd soon have starv'd out o' th' way All. Hum hum hem 1. What place then do our guifts desere at such a season where the temporal King is absent and Usurpers invade 2. Why it behoveth theeto take unto thee a good Conscience and make thy felf King 1. Simon Shuttle I never lik't thy Politicks our meanest Brethren pretend to the spirit of Governing our Talent is to govern the Governour therefore as Bullingbrook shall approve himself to our liking we will fix him upon the last of the Government or cast him out amongst the shreds and shavings of the Common-wealth 4. But pray Neighbour what is this same Common-wealth 3. You may see it at Smithfield all the Fair-time 't is the Butt End of the Nation 5. Peace hea hear Master Revelation expound it 1. Why the Common-wealth is a-Kin to your-a-republick like Man and Wife the very same thing only the Common-wealth is the Common-wealth and the Republick is the Republick 2. What an excellent Spirit of knowledge is here 3. Wee 'l have no more Bills nor Bonds but all shall be reduc't to the Score and Tally 4. No Physick but what shall be administer'd in a Horn. 5. We 'l have Priviledges taken off and all sorts compell'd to pay their Debts 7. I except against that I would rather break than have gentlemen out of my debt it gives us priviledg of being Sawcy how are we fain to oringe 'till we have got them into our Books and then I warrant we can cock up with the best of ' em I hate mortally to be paid off it makes a man such a sneaking Rascal 1. We will have strict and wholsom Laws 6. Laws Strict Laws so will there be no mischief done and our Profession starve I 'll ha' no Laws Others no Laws no Laws no Laws Others Laws Laws Laws They Scuffle 1. Hark Bullingbrook approaches put your selves in posture and Sow-gelder wind me a strong Blast to return their Complement Flourish here Enter Bullingbrook with his Army North. Behold my Lord an Object strange and suddain The Rabble up in Arms to mock your pow'rs As once the Indian Apes are said to have done To Alexander's Army Pierc Death my Lord. Permit me play for once the Scavinger And sweep this Dirt out of your way Bull. Gently my valiant Piercy Rage is the proper weapon of these Bruits With which 't is odds they foil us Rainston go to 'em Bespeak 'em fair and know what caus'd this Tumult 1. Oh an envoy know of him his Quality 4. 'T is Sir John Rainston I have wrought for him 1. Down on thy knee now because we will observe Decorums of State rise up Sir John Drench and Treat with him Bull. Hold Rainston we will treat with 'em in person For in their looks I read a sober judgment All carefull to preserve the publick weal Chiefly this awful man to whose grave Censure We do refer the justice of our Arms. 2. Goodly what a gracious person he is Bull. I weep for joy to see so brave a spirit So jealous of your

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