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 find one heynous Article Containing the deposing of a King And cracking the strong warrant of an Oath Markt with a blot damn'd in the book of Heav'n Nay all of you that stand and look upon me Waiting to see my Misery bait it self Like Pilates have betray'd me to my Cross And water cannot wash away your sin North. My Lord dispatch read ore the Articles King My Eyes are full of Tears I cannot see North. My Lord King No Lord of thine thou false insulting Man Nor no Man's Lord I have no Name no Title Let me Command a Mirrour hither streight That it may shew me what a Face I have Since stript and Bankrupt of it's Majesty Bul. Fetch him a Glass North. In the mean time read o're this Paper King Hell for a Charm to lay This foul Tormenting Fiend Bul. Urge it no more Northumberland Nor. The Commons Sir will not be satisfi'd Unless he Read Confess and Sign it too King They shall be satisfi'd I 'le Read enuff When I shall see the very Book indeed Where all my faults are writ and that 's my Self Give me that Mirrour Views himself in the Glass No deeper wrinkles yet has Sorrow struck So many many blows upon these Cheeks and made No deeper wounds O' flattring Instrument Like to my followers in prosperity So shall just Fate dash them as I dash thee Breaks it So Pomp and Fals-hood ends I 'll beg one Boon Then take my leave and trouble you no more Shall I obtain it Bul. Name it fair Cousin King Fair Cousin I am greater than a King For when I was a King my Flatterers Were then but Subjects being
proof of which I summon thee to Combate Beseeching of his Majesty the Grace To my wrong'd Fame t' appoint our Tryal-day Where Herford's Blood shall for his slanders pay And wash the Poyson of his Tongue away King Rash men thus long we have giv'n you the hearing Now let the pleasure of your King be heard And know our Wisdom shall prescribe a way To purge this Choller without letting Blood Forget forgive conclude and be agreed Gaunt see this difference end where it begun Wee 'l calm the Duke of Norfolk you your Son Gaunt To be a Peace-maker becomes my Age Throw down my Son the Duke of Norfolk's Gage King And Norfolk throw down his Gaunt When Harry when Obedience bids I shou'd not bid again King Will Norfolk when the King commands be slow Mow. My self dread Sov'raign at your feet I throw My Life you may command but not my Shame I cannot give nor will you ask my Fame I am Impeacht disgrac't before my King Pierc't to the Soul with Slanders Venom'd Sting Incurable but by the Traytor 's Blood That breath'd the Poyson King Rage must be withstood Give me his Gage Lyons make Leopards tame Mow. Yes but not change their Spots take but my shame And I resign my Gage my dear dread Lord The purest Treasure Mortal times afford Is spotless honour take but that away Men are but guilded Loam and painted Clay King Cousin throw down his Gage do you begin Bull. Just Heav'n defend me from so foul a sin Condemn not Sir your Blood to such disgrace Shall I seem brav'd before my Father's Face No Royal Sir ere my Blaspheaming Tongue Shall do my Loyalty so foul a wrong Or sound so base a Parle by th' Roots I 'le tear The slavish Herrald of so vile a fear And spit it bleeding where the worst disgrace And slanders harbour ev'n in Mowbray's face King Now by my Scepter you have wak't my spleen And since we sue in vain to make ye friends Prepare to meet before us in the Lists You shall and he that bauk's the Combat dies Behold me give your head-long fury Scope Each to chastise the others guilty Pride What Council cannot let the Sword decide Exeunt SCENE the Second Enter Dutchess of Glocester in Mourning Dutch How slow alas the hours of Sorrow fly Whose Wings are dampt with Tears my dear dear Gloster I have more than a Widdows loss to mourn She but laments a Death but I a Murder Enter Gaunt Gaunt When Sister will you find the way to comfort Dutch When Gaunt has found the way to Vengeance Comfort Before that hour were Guilty Edwards seven Sons whereof thy self art one Where as seven Viols of his sacred Blood Or seven fair Branches springing from one Stock Some of those Streams by natures course are dry'd Some of those Branches by the Destinies cut But Thomas my dear Lord my Life my Gloster One flourishing Branch of that most Royal Stem Is hew'd and all his verdant Leaves disperst By envies hand and Murders bloody Axe Gaunt Sister the part I have in Gloster's Blood Do's more sollicite me than your exclaims To stir against the Butchers of his life But since Revenge is Heav'ns Prerogative Put we our Quarrel to the will of Heav'n Enter York York Save ye Sister very hot oh hot weather and hot work come Brother the Lists are ready the Fight will be worth the while besides your concern there is somewhat more than ordinary I' faith now I cou'd be content to have Harry scape but for all that I wou'd have the Traytor die Gaunt Cou'd my impartial eye but find him such Fell Mow-bray's Sword should come to late Dutch Where shall my Sorrows make their last complaint If York deny me too York What wou'd our Sister Dutch Revenge and speedy for my Glosters death York Why there 't is Revenge ho a fine morsel for a Lady fasting Gloster was my Brother true but Gloster was a Traytor and that 's true too I hate a Traytor more than I love a Brother Dutch A Traytor York York 'T is somewhat a course name for a Kinsman but yet to my thinking to raise an Army execute Subjects threaten the King himself and reduce him to answer particulars has a very strong smatch with it go too you are in fault your complaints are guilty your very Tears are Treason No remedy but Patience Dutch Call it not patience York 't is cold despair In suffering thus your Brother to be slaughter'd You shew the naked path to your own Lives Ah! had his fate been yours my Gloster wou'd Have set a Nobler Prince upon your Lives York This Air grows infectious will you go Brother Dutch But one word more grief ever was a Talker But I will teach him silence of you both I take eternal leave Comforts wait on you When I am laid in Earth to some dark Cell Will I betake me where this weary Life Shall with the taper waste there shall I greet No Visitant but Death adieu my Lords If this Farewell your Patience has abus'd Think 't was my last and let it be excus'd Exeunt SCENE the Third A Pavilion of State before the Lists Marshal and Aumerle from several Entrances Marsh. My Lord Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yes at all points and longs to enter in Marsh. The Duke of Norfolk sprightfully and bold Waits but the Summons of the Appealants Trumpet But see the King Flourish Enter King Queen attended Gaunt York Pierce Northumberland c. who place themselves to view the Combat Mowbray brought in by a Herald King Marshal demand of yonder Combatant Why he comes here and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause Marsh. In the Kings name say who thou art and what 's thy Quarrel Speak truly on thy Knighthood and thy Oath So Heav'n defend thee and thy Valour Mow. Hither is Mowbray come upon his Oath To justifie his Loyalty and truth Against false Bullingbrook that has appeal'd me And as I truly fight defend me Heav'n Trumpet again Bullingbrook and Herald King Demand of yonder Knight why he comes here And formally according to our Law Depose him in the justice of his Cause Marsh. Thy name and wherefore thou art hither come Before King Richard in his Royal Lists Speak like a true Knight so defend thee Heav'n Bull. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derby Stands here in Arms to prove on Thomas Mowbray That he 's a Traytor to the King and State And as I truly fight defend me Heav'n But first Lord Marshal I entreat the Grace To kiss my Soveraigns hand and do him homage For Mowbray and my self are like to men That vow along and weary Pilgrimage Therefore shou'd take a ceremonious leave And tender farewel of our several Friends Marsh. Th'Appealant in all duly greets your Highness Craving to kiss your hand and take his leave King We will descend and fould him in our Arms Now Cousin as thy Cause is just So be
is Pierc Give us thy thoughts and rate 'em as thou wilt Here 's Blood for 'em but point us to the veins That hold the richest we will empty those To purchase ' em North. Hold generous Youth This gallantry unlocks my inmost Brest Seizing a secret dearer than my heart Attend me Lords I have from Port le Blanc This very day receiv'd intelligence That our wrong'd Herford with Lord Rainold Cobham Sir Thomas Arpingham bold Sir Iohn Rainston Sir Robert Waterton Quaint Norbery With eight tall Ships three thousand men in Arms Design with speed to touch our Northern shore If then you have a spark of British glory To imp our drooping Countries broken Wing Joyn hands with me and post to Ravenspurg Ross. Now business stirs and life is worth our while Will. Nature her self of late hath broke her Order Then why should we continue our dull Round Rivers themselves refuse their wonted course Start wide or turn on their own Fountain heads Our Lawrels all are blasted rambling Meteors Affright the fixst inhabitants of Heav'n The pale fac't Moon looks bloody on the Earth And lean-lookt Prophets whisper dreadful change Pierc Away let 's post to th' North and see for once A Sun rise there the glorious Bulling-brook For our Return will not pass a thought For if our Courtiers passage be withstood We 'll make our selves a Sea and sail in Blood Exeunt Enter Queen Attended Lady Despair not Madam Queen Who shall hinder me I will despair and be at enmity With flattering hope he is a Couzener A Parasite a keeper back of Death That wou'd dissolve at once our pain and Life Which lingring hope holds long upon the Rack Yet Murders at the last the cruel'st way Lady Here comes the Duke Enter York and Servants Queen With signs of War about his aged neck And full of careful business are his looks York Death and confusion oh set my Corsleet right fetch my commanding Sword scour up the brown Bills Arm Arm Arm. Queen Now Uncle for Heav'ns sake speak comfort York Comforts in Heav'n and we are on the Earth nothing but crosses on this side of the Moon my heart stews in Choller I shall dissolve to a Gelly That your Husband shou'd have no more wit than to go a Knight Erranting whilst Rogues seize all at home and that I shou'd have no more wit than to be his Deputy at such a proper time to undertake to support a crazy Government that can scarce carry my own Fat Well Sirrah have you given my Son orders to strengthen his Forces if he prove a Flincher too Gent. My Lord I know not how he stands affected Not well I fear because at my Arrival He was withdrawn at least pretended so So that I cou'd not give him your Commands York Why so go all which way it will the Nobles are all fled and hide themselves like my ungracious Rascal or else strike in with the Rebels the Commons find our Exchequer empty and revolt too and a blessed bargain I have on 't Queen Alass my Bank and Jewels are dispos'd off For the Kings wants already and to wait Till fresh recruits come from our Fathers Court I fear will lose our Cause York Get thee to Plashy to my Sister Gloster Her Coffers I am sure are strongly lin'd Bid her send me presently 50000. Nobles Hold take my Ring fly if thou lov'st thy Head Gent. My Lord I had forgot to tell you that to day Passing by there I was inform'd But I shall grieve you to report the rest York What is' t Knave Gent. An hour before I came the Dutches Dy'd Her Son your Nephew ere her Blood was cold Makes all secure and flies to Bullingbrook York Death what a tide of woes break upon us at once Perverse Woman to take this time to Die in and the varlet her Son too to take this time to play the villain in wou'd to Heav'n the King had cut off my Head as he did my Brothers Come Sister Couzen I would say pray Pardon me if I know how to order these perplext Affairs I am a Sturgeon Gentlemen go Muster up your Men and meet me at Barkley Castle I should to Plashie too but time will not suffer the Wind 's cross too and will let us hear nothing from Ireland nor boots it much if they have no better News for us than we have for them All 's wrong Oh! fie hot hot Exeunt SCENE the Third The Field Flourish Enter Bullingbrook Northumberland Piercy and the Rest with their Powers Bull. And thus like Seamen scatter'd in a Storm Meet we to Revel on the safer Shore Accept my worthy Friends my dearest thanks For yet my Infant Fortunes can present Returns no Richer but when these are Ripe North. Your Presence was the Happiness we sigh'd for And now made Rich in that we seek no more Enter Ross and Willoughby Bull. My Lords y' are well return'd what News from Wales We hear that Salisbury has Levi'd there Full 40000 on the Kings behalf Ross. My Lord that Cloud 's disperst the Welshmen hearing That all the North here had resign'd to you Disperst themselves and part are hither fled Will. Fortune so Labours to Confirm your Pow'r That all Attempts go cross on the Enemies side Enter York and Servants Bull. But see our Uncle York come as I guess To Treat with us being doubtful of his strength His hot and testie humour else wou'd nere Salute us but with Blows be ready Guards When I shall give Command My Noble Uncle York Shew me thy humble Heart and not thy Knee Whose Duty 's feign'd and false Bull. My Gracious Uncle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace and Uncle me no Uncle I am no Traytors Uncle I renounce thee Why have these banisht and forbidden Feet Dar'd once to touch a Dust of English ground But more then why why have they dar'd to march So many Miles upon her Peaceful Bosom Frighting her pale-fac't Villages with War Com'st thou because th' annointed King is hence Why graceless Boy the King is left behind And in my Loyal Bosom lies the Power Were I but now the Lord of such hot Youth As when brave Gaunt thy Father and my Self Rescu'd the Black Prince that young Mars of Men O then how quickly should this Arm of mine Now Pris'ner to the Palsie Chastise thee And this raw Crew of hot-braind Youth about thee Your Boys should have Correction much Correction Bull. Why reverend Uncle let me know my fault On what Condition stands it and wherein York Even in Condition of the worst Degree In gross Rebellion and detested Treason Thou art a Banisht Man and here art come Before the Expiration of thy time In braving Arms against thy Sovereign Bull. As I was Banisht I was Banisht Herford But as I come I come for Lancaster Look on my wrongs with an indifferent Eye You are my Father for methinks in you I see Old Gaunt Alive O then my Father Will you permit
phlegm That I can timely pocket wrongs if so Why come I thus in Arms to seek my Right No sirs to give you proof that Bullingbrook Can do bold justice here stands one Example This bold presumer that dares call in question The courage of the Man you choose for King Shall die for his Offence Guards hang him up 1. Why Neighbours will ye thus give up your Light who shall reveal to ye to save you from the Poyson of the Whore and the Horns of the Beast 2. He had no Vision to foretel this therefore deserves Hanging for being a false Prophet Bull. Thus as a Ruler justice bids me doom But for my private part I weep to think That Blood shou'd be the Prologue to my Reign 4. Good Prince he weeps for him Neighbour Revelation depart in peace For thy honour it will be recorded that Bullingbrook was Crown'd and thou hang'd all on a Day 1. What a spirit of delusion has seiz'd ye why thus will this rav'nous Storck devour ye all do do deliver me to the Gibbet and let the next turn be yours thus shall these Nobility Rascals hold you in Slavery seize your Houses over your heads hang your Sons and ravish your Daughters All Say ye so they must excuse us for that fall on Neighbors A Rescue a Rescue c. Bull. Hold Gentlemen if I have done ye wrong The fault is mine and let me suffer for 't But be not thus injurious to your selves To fling your naked Breasts on our Swords points Alas it will not be within my Pow'r To save ye when my Troops are once enrag'd Therefore give up this vile Incendiary Who as you see to save his miscreant Life Seeks to expose all yours trust me I weep To think that I must loose a Member but Let justice have its course All Ay ay Let justice have it's course hang hang him up A Bullingbrook a Bullingbrook a Bullingbrook c Exeunt ACT the Third SCENE the First Enter King Richard Aumerle Carlile c. Souldiers King BArklay-Castle call you this at hand Aum. The same my Lord how brooks your Grace the Air After long tossing on the breaking Seas King Needs must I like it well I weep for joy To stand upon my Kingdom once again Dear Earth I do salute thee with my Hand Tho' Rebells wound thee with their Horses hoofs Feed not thy Sov'raigns foes my gentle earth Nor with thy fragrant sweets refresh their sense With Thorns and Brambles Choak their Treacherous way And when they stoop to Rob thee of a Flow'r Guard it I pray thee with a lurking Adder Serpents with Serpents fitly will engage Mock not my senseless Conjuration Lords This Earth shall have a feeling and these Stones Rise Souldiers Arm'd before their Native King Shall falter under foul Rebellious Arms. Carlile Doubt not my Lord the Conduct and the Courage With which you have supprest one Rebel Crew Will Crown your Temples with fresh Lawrells here How have we else Employ'd our absent time But Practising the way to Victory Aum. I fear my Lord that we are too remiss Whilst Bullingbrook through our security Strengthens himself in substance and in Friends King Desponding Cousin dost thou not consider That when the searching Eye of Heav'n is hid Then Thieves and Robbers do securely Range Alarm with Cryes of Murther starting sleep And fill with Out-rages the guilty Shades But when the Day 's discov'ring Rays return Firing the proud tops of the Eastern Pines And dart their Lightnings through each Guilty Nook Then Murders Treasons and detested Crimes Dismantled from the Cloak of Night stand bare And Tremble at their own Deformity So when this Thief Night-rev'ling Bullingbrook Shall see our Beams of Majesty return'd His Treasons shall sit blushing on his Face Not able to endure the sight of Day Carl. Not all the Waters of th'unfathom'd Sea Can wash the Balm from an Annointed King King Move we secure then in our Royal Right To th' Traytors Executions not to Fight Exeunt SCENE The Second A Garden Queen Dutches of York and other Ladies Queen Our Uncle York's delay brings fresh suspition That we are Pris'ners in a larger Chain Besides I fear that our Intelligence Is Smooth'd and Tamper'd ere it reach our Ear. Dutch Our Servants wear a doubtful Countenance Struck with a gen'ral fear whilst they observe Fresh Prodigies start forth with ev'ry Hour The frighted Springs retreat to Earth agen The Seasons change their Courses as the Year Had found some Months asleep and leapt them over Qu. Here come the Gardiners let us step aside They 'l talk of State for every one do's so Before a Change and dullest Animals Have oft the earliest sense of Alterations Enter Gardiner and Servant Gard. Support those Vines and Bind those Peaches up Then like an Executioner Cut off the Heads of Sprigs that grow too fast And look too lofty in our Commonwealth All must be even in our Government But now we speak of Execution 2. Are Bushie Green and th' Earl of Wiltshire Dead Serv. By Bullingbrook's Command they have lost their Heads The King is Landed but it seems too late To Head the Forces rais'd by Salisbury Who had disperst themselves ere he arriv'd Qu. Then all our fears are true we are betray'd Dutch Patience dear Madam we may get hear further Serv. Think you the King will be depos'd Gard. Deprest he is already and 't is fear'd His fortune will decline from bad to worse Do what we can you see our Lawrels wither Our Sun-flowers all are blasted streams run backward These Prodigies forbode some dreadful change 'T is thought at last the King will be depos'd Queen I 'm prest to death with silence boding Peazant More senseless then the Plants or Earth thou tend'st Darst thou divine the downfall of a King Old Adams likeness set to dress this Garden What Eve what Serpent has seduc'd thy soul To prophesie this second fall of Man Gard. Pardon me Madam little joy have I To breath this News but fear you 'll find 'em true Queen Come Ladies let us post to meet the King This Scretch-Owl yet amongst his bodingcries Has sung the glad news of the Kings Arrival Which otherwise we were forbid to know Thou fear'st lest York shou'd meet with Bushies Fate Suspend thy Tears the heavy time may come That thou wilt blush to see thy York alive If Richard fall 't is Treason to survive Exeunt SCENE the Third A Heath King Aumerle Carlile Souldiers King Command a hault we will a while refresh Our sultry March a cool breez fanns this Air The last expresses we receiv'd from Wales Spoke of full 20000 fighting men Did it not Lords Aum. And some odd Troops besides King Nor will our Uncle York be negligent To muster up what Force he can Sure we shall blush my Lords at our own strength Heaping such numbers for so just a cause Aum. Sir doubt not but the active Foe will find Business enough t' employ
our outmost Numbers Enter Salisbury I fear me we shall more want Hands than Work King See Cousen who comes here i' th ' very Minute To clear thy doubts our trusty Salisbury Welcome my Lord how far off lies your Power Sal. My gracious Lord no farther off nor nearer Then this weak Arm discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair I fear my noble Lord one day too late Has clouded all your happy days on earth O call back yesterday bid time return Thou shalt have 20000 Fightingmen To day to day one luckless day too late O'rethrows thy Friends thy Fortune and thy State Our Welchmen Miss-inform'd that you were dead Are gone to Bullingbrook disperst and fled Aum. Comfort my Liege why looks your Grace so pale King But now the blood of 20000 men Did triumph in my Face and they are fled Have I not reason think you to look pale My Fortune like a wife that has arriv'd The hardness to have once prov'd open false Will set no Limits to her treach'rys now But turn to every upstart that will court her Now all that will be safe fly from my side For time has set a blast upon my Pride Aum. My Liege remember who you are King I had forgot my self am I not King Awake thou sluggard Majesty thou sleep'st Is not the Kings name 40000 names Arm arm my Name a puny Subject strikes At thy great glory look not to the ground Ye favourites of a King See Salisbury our hasty Scroop brings Balm To salve the Wound thy piercing tidings gave Enter Scroop Come on thou trusty Souldier oh draw near Thou never shew'dst thy self more seasonably Not when the flying Battle thou hast turn'd And from the hands of Conquest forc't the Day Scroop More health and happiness befall my Liege Then my care burden'd Tongue has to deliver King How 's that I charge thee on thy Soul speak comfort Ha! wilt thou not speak Comfort then speak Truth My ear is open and my heart prepar'd The worst thou canst unfold is worldly loss Say is my Kingdom lost why 't was my Care And what loss is it to be rid of Care Strives Bullingbrook to be as great as we If Heav'n approve his hopes why let 'em thrive Revolt our Subjects that we cannot mend To Heav'n they first were false and then to us Then give thy heavy heart as heavy speech Cry Woe Destruction Ruin Loss Decay The worst is Death and Death will have his Day Scroop I 'm glad to find your Highness so prepar'd Like a fierce sudden Storm that swells the Floods As if the world were all dissolv'd to Tears So rages Bullingbrook above his bounds Cov'ring the fearful Land with clashing Arms Old Sires have bound their hairless Scalps in steel Boys leave their sports and tune their tender Pipes To the big voice of War and strut in Armour The very Beadsmen learn to bend their Bows The very Women throw their Infants by Snatch rusty Bills and flock to the mad War And all goes worse than I have Power to tell King Too well alas thou tell'sta Tale so Ill Where is the Earl of Wiltshire Bushie Bagot That they have let these mischiefs spread so far If we prevail their Heads shall answer for 't I warrant they have made peace with Bullingbrook Scroop Peace have they made with him indeed King Oh Villains Vipers damn'd without redemption Dogs quickly won to fawn on any Comer Snakes in my Heartsblood warm'd to sting my Heart Wou'd they make Peace eternal Hell make War Upon their spotted souls for this Offence Scroop Again uncurse their Souls their Peace is made With Heads and not with Hands those whom you curse Are butcher'd in your Cause beheaded all And with their last breath wisht your Arms success Aum. Where is the Duke my Father with his Forces King No matter where of Comfort no man speak Let 's talk of Graves of Worms and Epitaphs Make Dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth For Heav'ns sake let 's sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the Death of Kings How some have been depos'd some slain in War Some poyson'd by their Wives some sleeping kill'd All murther'd for within the hollow Crown That rounds the mortal Temples of a King Keeps death his Court and there the Antique sits Scoffing his State and grinning at his Pomp Allowing him a short fictitious Scene To play the Prince be fear'd and kill with looks 'Till swell'd with vain conceit the flatter'd thing Believes himself immortal as a God Then to the train fate's Engineer sets fire Blows up his pageant Pride and farewell King Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence throw away Respect Obeysance Form and Ceremonious Duty For you have but mistook me all this while I live with bread like you feel Wants tast Grief Therefore am I no King or a King nothing Aum. Give to the Foe my Lord this cold despair No worse can come of Fight of Death much better My Fathers Troops are firm let 's joyn with them And manage wisely that last stake o' th' War Want's craft can make a body of a limb King You chide me well proud Bullingbrook I come Rises To change blows with thee for our day of Doom This Ague-fit of fear is overblown An easie task it is to win our own Say Scroop where lies our Uncle with his Pow'r My fir'd heart now longs for the fatal hour Scroop Men by the Skies complexion judge the day So may you by my dull and heavy eye Find that my tongue brings yet a heavier Tale I play the Torturer by small and small Your Uncle York treating with Bullingbrook Was seiz'd by him and 's still kept close Confin'd So that the strength which he was must'ring up Is quast and come to nought King Thou hast said enough Beshrew thee Cousin that didst lead me forth Of that sweet I was in to despair What say ye now what comfort have ye now By Heav'n I 'll hate him everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more Enter Queen Dutchess Ladies and Attendants Now by despair my Queen and her fair train Come to congratulate our Victory And claim the triumph we at parting promis'd Go tell 'em Lords what feats you have perform'd And if ye please tell my adventures too You know I was no Idler in the War Oh! torture now I feel my miseries sting And this appearance strikes me dead with shame Queen Welcome my Lord This minute is our own and I 'll devote it all To extasie the Realm receives her King And I my Lover thou dost turn away Nor are they tears of joy which thou dost shed I give thee welcome thou reply'st with sighs King What language shall my bankrupt fortunes find To greet such Heavenly excellence as thine I promiss'd thee success and bring thee Tears O couldst thou but devorce me from thy Heart But oh
I know thy virtue will undoe thee Thou wilt be still a faithful constant Wife Feel all my Wrongs and suffer in my Fall There is the sting and venom of my Fate When I shall think that I have ruin'd Thee Queen I ask no more my Lord at Fortunes hands Then priviledge to suffer for your sake Who wou'd not share your Grief to share your Love This Kingdom yet which once you did prefer To the worlds sway this Beauty and this Heart Is Richards still millions of Loyal thoughts Are always waiting there to pay you homage That glorious Empire yields to you alone No Bullingbrook can chase you from that Throne King We 'll march no farther lead to th' Castle here Exeunt SCENE the Fourth A Castle Flourish Enter Bullingbrook York Northumberland Piercy Willoughby c. North. The News is very fair and good My Lord Richard within this Fort has hid his head York It would become the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard that so good a King Should be compell'd to hide a sacred Head And Thou have leave to shew a Villains Face Bull. Mistake not Uncle farther then you shou'd York Talk not thou Traytor farther then thou shoud'st Enter Ross. Bull. What say'st thou Ross will not this Castle yield Ross. My Lord the Castle Royally is man'd Against your entrance for the King and Queen But newly are arriv'd and enter'd there With them the Lord Aumerle Lord Salisbury Sir Stephen Scroop besides a Clergy-man Of holy rev'rence whom I cannot learn North. I know him 't is the Bishop of Carlile Bull. Go Northumberland through the ribs of this Castle With brazen Trumpets sound the breath of Parle Say thus that Bullingbrook upon his knees Kisses King Richards hands with true allegiance And that with thoughts of Peace he 's hither come Ev'n at his feet to lay his Arms and Pow'r Provided his Revenues be restor'd His Banishment repeal'd let this be granted Or else he 'l use th' advantage of his Power And lay the Summers Dust with show'rs of Blood Enter King above Aumerle Carlile c. But see where on the walls he do's appear As do's the blushing discontented Sun When envious Clouds combine to shade his Glory York O my dear Liege Heav'n guard your Majesty 'Fore Heav'n my old heart leaps at sight of you Think not that falsly I gave up your Pow'r If any Villain of 'em dares to say it I 'le call that Villain Lyar to his teeth He is a Rogue tho' it be Bullingbrook Lo here I kneel and pay thee Homage as a true Subject shou'd before the Rebels Faces King Rise York I know thy truth and pity thee We are amaz'd and thus long have we stood To watch the fearful bending of his knee Because We thought Our Self his lawful King Tell Bullingbrook for yond' methinks is he That every stride he makes upon Our Land Is dangerous Treason He is come t' unfold The purple Testament of bleeding War But e're the Crown he seeks shall bind his Brow A thousand Orphan'd Widowed Mothers Tears Shall wash from Earth their Sons and Husbands Blood North. Heaven forbid our Lord the King Shou'd thus with civil Arms be rusht upon Lord Bullingbrook does humbly kiss your Hand And swears his coming hither has no other scope Then to demand his Royalties and beg Enfrancisement from Exile grant but this His Glitt'ring Arms he will commend to Rust. King Northumberland say thus The King complies With his Demands and so commend us to him We do debase Our Self Cousin do we not To look so peaceful and to speak so fair Shall we call back Northumberland and send Defiance to the Traytor 's Heart and Die Aum. No good my Lord let 's fight with gentle words Till time lend Friends and Friends their conquering Swords King That ere this power-chang'd Tongue That laid the Sentence of dread Banishment On yond proud Man shou'd take it off agen O that I were as great As is my Grief or lesser than my Name That I could quite forget what I have been Or not remember what I must be now Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bullingbrook King What must the King do now Must he forgo The Name of King O'God's Name let it pass I 'll give my Jewels for a set of Beads My gilded Palace for a Hermitage My Robes of Empire for an Alms-man's Gown My figur'd Goblets for a Dish of Wood My Scepter for an humble Palmers Staff My Subjects for a pair of Poor Carv'd Saints And my large Kingdom for a little Grave A little very little obscure Grave Aumarle Thou weep'st my tender hearted Cousin Wee 'l joyn our Royal with thy Loyal Tears Our sighs and they shall lodge the Summer Corn And make a Dearth in this revolting Land North. My Lord he thanks your Highness and begs leave To speak with you Sir please you to come down Hee 'll wait your Majesty i th' Court below King Down down I come like Blazing Phaeton Wanting the Menage of unruly Steeds Down pomp down swelling stubborn Heart down King For Night-Owls shrick where Mounting Larks should sing Exeunt from above Re-enter Bullingbrook and his Company in the Court. Bul Northumberland to London with all speed Summon a Parliament i' th' Commons Name In Order to the Kings Appearance there Enter King attended But see his Highness comes stand all apart And shew sair 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. Persidious Bullingbrook
now a Subject I have a King here for my Flaterer 'T is onely leave to go Bul. Whether King Why from your sight and then no matter where Bul. Convey him to the Tower King Ha! ha my fortune's Malice now Is grown so strange that 't is become my sport Convey Convey Conveighers are you all That rise thus nimbly on your Monarchs fall Bul. Lords I shall study to requite your Favours On Wednesday next we Solemnly set down Our Coronation so prepare your selves All Long live King Bullingbrook Henry the Fourth York Well my Allegiance follows still the Crown True to the King I shall be and thereon I kiss his Hand 't is equally as true That I shall always Love and Guard the King As that I always shall hate Bullingbrook The King 's Sacred be Herford what he will Yet 't is no Treason sure to pity Richard Bul. Break up the Assembly so wee 'll pass in state To greet the Loves of our expecting Subjects Lead there and bid our Trumpets speak Ex. Bullingbrook attended shouts without York Peace Hell-hounds or your own breath Poyson ye King Good Uncle give 'em way all Monsters Act To their own kind so do the Multitude Shout again Carl. Why impious hardned wretches Brands for Hell Forbear this barb'rous Out-rage Tears of Blood Can never wash this Monstrous Guilt away King What must I then preach Patience to my Priest Let no Man's wrongs complain whilst mine are silent How think ye my good Friends will not Succeeding Ages call this Day to witness What Changes sway the World your King must pass A Spectacle of scorn through crouded streets That at the same time view th' usurpers Triumph Heav'n shut thy Eye till this dire Scene be past The light that sees it sure will be the last Ex. Guarded ACT V. Enter Dutchess and Aumarle Dutch AT that sad passage Tears broke off your Story Where rude misgovern'd Hands from Windows threw Rank weeds and rubbish on King Richard's Head Aum. Then as I said the haughty Bullingbrook Mounted upon an hot and fiery Steed Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know With slow but stately pace kept on his Course Whilst all Tongues cry'd God save King Bullingbrook You wou'd have thought the very Windows spoke So many greedy looks of young and old Through Casements darted their desiring Eyes You wou'd have thought the very Walls themselves With all their painted Imag'ry had cry'd Hail to the King all Hail to Bullingbrook Whilst bending lower than his Coursers neck The Rabble he saluted on each side Thus praising and thus prais'd he past along Dutch Alas poor Richard where rides he the while Aum. As in the Theatre the Eyes of Men After a well-grac't Actor leaves the Stage Are idly bent on him that enters next With such contempt they turn'd their Eyes from Richard No joyful Tongue gave him his welcome home But Dust was thrown upon his sacred Head Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off His Face still combating with Smiles and Fears The Badges of his Grief and Patience That had not Heav'n for some strange purpose steel'd The Hearts of Men they must of force relented And Cruelty it self have pity'd him Enter York York What in Tears still Well Heav'ns will must be mark me Boy I cannot blame thy grieving for Richard because I do it my self neither can I blame thee for not loving Bullingbrook because I cannot do it my self But to be true to him or rather to our Oath being now his sworn Subjects I conjure thee This I speak because the King suspects thee and made me even now pledge for thy truth and fealty Bear you well therefore in this new Spring of Government lest you be cropt before your time Well what News from Oxford Boy Hold th' intended Triumphs there 'T is said our new King will grace them with his Presence Aum. They hold my Lord for certain and as certain This upstart King shall die if he comes there York Ha! come nearer what Seal is that which hangs out from thy Bosom Ha! lookst thou pale Let me see the writing Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me It is a matter of small consequence Which for some reasons I wou'd not have seen York Which for some reasons Sir I mean to see Snatches it Just as I fear'd Treason foul Treason Villain Traytor Dutch What 's the matter my Lord good York inform me York Away fond Woman give me my Boots saddle my Horse Dutch The matter Son Aum. Good Madam be content It is no more than my poor Life must Answer Dutch Thy Life Servant enters Hence Villain strike him Aumarle York My Boots I say I will away to th' King Dutch Why York what wilt thou do Wilt thou not hide the Trespass of thine own York Peace Woman or I will impeach thee too Wou'dst thou conceal this dark Conspiracy A dozen of 'em here have tane the Sacrament And interchangeably set down their Hands To kill the King at Oxford Dutch He shall be none We 'll keep him here then what 's that to him York Tho' I love not Bullingbrook yet I hate Treason and will impeach the Villain Dutch Our Son our only Son our Ages comfort Is he not thine own York Wife I believe it therefore I impeach him were he none of mine let his own Father look to him but since he is my Villain I 'll see the Villain orderd My Horse I say Dutch Hadst thou groan'd for him York as I have done York And art e'en like to groan for him again Away Exit Dutch Haste thee Aumarle mount thee upon his Horse Spur post and get before him to the King And beg thy pardon e're he come t' accuse thee Born on the wings of Mother's love I 'll fly And doubt not to prevent thy Father's speed On thy behalf I 'll with the King prevail Or root into the ground whereon I kneel Exeunt SCENE the Second Enter QUEEN in Mourning attended Qu. This way the King will come this is the way To Iulius Caesar's ill erected Tow'r To whose flint Bosom my dear injur'd Lord Is deem'd a Pris'ner by proud Bullingbrook Here let us rest if this rebellious Earth Have any resting for her true King's Queen Sits down This Garb no less befits our present state Than richest Tissue did our Bridal day Thus dead in Honour my Lord and I Officiate at our own sad Funeral Enter King Richard guarded seeing the Queen starts she at the sight of him after a pause he speaks King Give grief a Tongue art thou not Isabel The faithful Wife of the unfortunate Richard Qu. O! can I speak and live Yet silence gives More tort'ring Death O thou King Richard's Tomb And not King Richard On thy sacred Face I see the shameful Marks of fowlest usage Thy Royal Cheeks soil'd and besmear'd with Dust Foul Rubbish lodg'd in thy anointed Locks O thou dishonour'd Flower of Majesty Lean on my Brest whilst I dissolve to Dew And