detested treason Thou art a banisht man and here art come Before the expiration of thy time In braâ—â—ng armes against thy soueraigne Bull. As I was banisht I was banisht Hereford But as I come I come for Lancaster And noble Vnckâ—e I beseech your grace Looke on my wrongs with an indiffereâ—t eie You are my father for me thinkes in you I see old Gaunt aliue Oh then my father Will you permit that I shall stand condemnd A wandering vagabond my rights and royalties Pluckt from my armes perforce and giuen away To vpstart vnthrifts wherefore was I borne If that my cousin King be King in England It must be granted I am duke of Lancaster You haue a sonne Aumerle my noble cousin Had you first died and he bin thus trod downe He should haue found his vncle Gaunt a father To rowze his wrongs and chase them to the baie I am denyed to sue my Liuery here And yet my leâ—ters paâ—tents giue me leaue My fathers goods are all â—â—strainde and sold And these and all are all amisse employed What would you haue me do I am a subiect And I challenge law Atturnies are denied me And therefore personally I lay my claime To my inheritance of free descent North. The noble Duke hath bin too much abused Rosse It stands your Grace vpon to do him right Willo Base men by his endowments are made great Yorke My Lords of England let me tell you this I haue had feeling of my couâ—ins wrongs And labourd all I could to do him right But in this kind to come in brauing armes Be his owne caruer and cut out his way To finde out right wyth wrong it may not be And you that do abette him in this kinde Cherish rebellion and are rebells all North. The noble Duke hath sworne his comming is But for his owne and for the right of that We al haue strongly sworne to giue him ayde And let him neuer see ioy that breakes that oath Yorke Wel wel I see the issue of these armes I cannot mend it I must needes confesse Because my power is weake and all ill left But if I could by him that gaue me life I would attach you all and make you stoope Vnto the soueraigne mercie of the king But since I cannot be it knowen vnto you I do remaine as newter so fare you well Vnlesse you please to enter in the castle And there repose you for this night Bull. An offer vncle that we will accept But we must winne your Grace to go with vs To Bristow castle which they say is held By Bushie Bagot and their complices The caterpillers of the commonwealth Which I haue sworne to weede and plucke away Yorke It may be I will go with you but yet Ile pawse For I am loath to breake our countries lawes Nor friends nor foes to me welcome you are Things past redresse are now with me past care Exeunt Enter erle of Salisbury and a Welch captaine Welch My lord of Salisbury we haue stayed ten dayes And hardly kept our countrymen together And yet we heare no tidings from the King Therefore we will disperse our selues farewell Salis. Stay yet an other day thou trustie Welchman The King reposeth all his confidence in thee Welch Tis thought the King is dead we wil not stay The bay trees in our country are al witherd And Meteors fright the fixed starres of heauen The pale-facde moone lookes bloudie on the earth And leane-lookt prophets whisper fearefull change Rich men looke sad and ruffians daunce and leape The one in feare to looâ—e what they enioy The other to enioy by rage and warre These signes forerunne the death or fall of Kings Farewell our countrymen arâ—gone and sled As well assuâ—ed Richard their King is dead Salis. Ah Richard with the eies of heauy mind I see thy glory like a shooting staâ—re Fall to the base earth from the firmament Thy sunne sets weeping in the lowly west Witnessing stormes to come wo and vnâ—est Thy friends are fled to wait vpon thy foes And crosly to thy good all fortune goes Enter Duke of Hereford Yorke Northumberland Bushie and Greene prisoners Bull. Bring forth these men Bushie and Greene I will not vex your soules Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues For twere no charitie yet to wash your bloud From off my hands heere in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths You haue misled a Prince a royall King A happy Gentleman in bloud and lineaments By you vnhappied and disfigured cleane You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a diuorce betwixt his Queene and him Brâ—ke the possession of a royall bed And stainde the beutie of a faire Queenes cheekes With teares drawen from her eies by your fowle wrongs My selfe a Prince by fortune of my birth Neere to the King in bloud and neere in loue Till you did make him misinterpret me Haue stoopt my necke vnder your iniuries And sigh't my English breath In forren cloudes Eating the bitter bread of banishment Whilst you haue fed vpon my segâ—ories Disparkt my parkes and felld my forrest woods From my owne windowes torne my houshold coate Racâ—t out my impâ—eese leauing me no signe Saue mens opinions and my liuing bloud To shew the world I am a gentleman This and much more much more then twice all this Condemns you to the death see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death Bush. More welcome is the stroke of death to me Than Bullingbrooke to England Lords farewell Greene My comfort is that heauen will take our soules And plague iniustice with the paines of hell Bul. My Lord Northumberland see them dispatcht Vncle you say the Queene is at your house For Gods sake fairely let her be intreated Tel her I send to her my kinde commends Take special care my greetings be deliuered Yorke A gentleman of mine I haue dispatcht With letters of your loue to her at large Bul. Thankes gentle vncle Come Lords away To fight with Glendor and his complices A while to worke and after holiday Exeunt Enter the King Aumerle Carleil c. King Barkloughly castle call they this at hand Aum. Yea my Lord How brookes your Grace the ayre After your late tossing on the breaking seas King Needes must I like it well I weepe for ioy To stand vpon my kingdome once againe Deere earth I do salute thee with my hand Though rebels wound thee with their horses hoofes As a long parted mother with her childe Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting So weeping smiling greete I thee my earth And do thee fauours with my royall hands Feede not thy Soueraignes foe my gentle earth Nor with thy sweetes comfort his rauenous sence But let thy Spiders that sucke vp thy venome And heauy-gated toades lie in theyr way Doing annoyance to the treacherous feete Which with vsurping steps do trample thee Yeelde stinging nettles to mine
Prophets eie Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why cousin wert thou regent of the world It were a shame to let this land by lease But for thy world enioying but this land Is it not more than shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou now 〈◊〉 not King Thy state of lawe is bondslaue to the lawe And thou King A lunatike leane-witted foole Presuming on an agues priuâ—ledge Darest with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chasing the royall bloud With â—urie from his natiue residence Now by my seates right royall maiestie Wert thou not brother to great Edwards sonne This tong that runnes so roundly in thy head Should runne thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gaunt Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his father Edwards sonne That bloud already like the Pellican Hast thou tapt out and drunkenly carowst My brother Glocester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen mongst happy soules Maie be a president and witnes good That thou respectst not spilling Edwards bloud Ioine with the present sicknes that I haue And thy vnkindnes be like crooked age To crop at once a too long withered flower Liue in thy shame but die not shame with thee These words hereafter thy tormentors be Convay me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honour haue Exit King And let them die that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yorke I doe beseech your Maiesty impute his words To waiward sicklines and age in him He loues you on my life and holdes you deere As Harry Duke of Hereford were he here King Right you say true as Herefords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is North. My liege old Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie King What saies he North. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and al old Lancaster hath spent Yorke Be Yorke the next that must be bankrout so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. King The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish wars We must supplant those rough rugheaded kerne Which liue like venome where no venome else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affaires do aske some charge Towards our assistance we doe seaze to vs The plate coine reueâ—â—â—es and moueables Whereof our Vnckle Gaunt did stand possest Yorke How long shal I be patient ah how long Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong Not Glocesters death nor Herefords banishment Nor Gauntes robukes not Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention or poore Bulling brooke About his mariadge nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sower my patient cheeke Or bende one wrinckie on my soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy father Prince of Wales waâ— first In warre was neuer Lyon ragde more fierce In peace was neuer gentle lambe more milde Then was that young and princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so lookt he Accomplisht with a number of thy howers But when he frowned it was against the french And not against his friends his noble hand Did win what he did spende and spent not that Which 〈◊〉 triumphant fathers hand had wonâ—e His hands were guilty of no kinâ—ed bloud But bloudie with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard Yorke is too far gone with griefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene King Why Vnckle whats the matter Yorke Oh my liege pardone me if you please If not I pleasd not to be pardoned am content with all Seeke you to seaze and gripe into your hands The roialties and rights of banisht Hereford Is not Gaunt dead and doth not Here ford liue Was not Gaunt iust and is not Harrie true Did not the one deserue to haue an heire Is not his heire a well deseruing sonne Take Herefordes rightes away and take from time His charters and his cust omarie rightes Let not to morrow then ensue to daâ—e Be not thy selfe For how aâ—t thou a King But by faire sequence and succession Now afore God God forbidde I say true If you doe wrongfully seaze Herefords rightes Call in the letters patents that he hath By his attourneies generall to sue His liuery and deny his offred homage You plucke a thousand dangers on your head You loose a thousand well disposed hearts And pricke my tender patience to those thoughts Which honour and alleageance cannot thinke King Thinke what you wil we cease into our hands His plate his goods his money and his landes Yorke Ile not be by the while my liege farewell What will ensue hereof thers none can tell But by bad courses may be vnderstood That their euents can neuer fall out good Exit King Go Bushie to the Earle of Wiltshire straight Bid him repaire to vs to Ely house To see this buâ—â—nes to morrow next We will for Ireland and tis time I trow And we create in absence of our selfe Our Vnckle Yorke Lord gouernour of England For he is iust and alwaies loued vs well Come on our Queene to morrow must we part Be merry for our time of staie is short Exeunt King and Queene Manet North. North. Well Lords the Duke of Lancaster is dead Rosse And liuing to for now his sonne is Duke Will. Barely in title not in reuenewes North. Richly in both if iustice had her right Rosse My heart is great but it must breake with silence Eart be disburdened with a liberall tongue North. Nay speake thy mind let him nere speake morâ— That speakes thy words againe to doe thee harme Wil. Tends that thou wouldst speake to the Duke of Herford If it be so out with it boldly man Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him Rosse No good at all that I can doe for him Vnlessâ— you call it good to pitty him Bereft and gelded of his patrimony North. Now afore God tis shame such wrongs are borne In him a royall Prince and many mo Of noble bloud in this declining land The King is not himselfe but basely led By flatterers and what they will informe Meerely in hate gainst any of vs all That will the King seuerely prosecute Gainst vs our liues our children and our heires Rosse The commons hath he pild with grieâ—ous taxes And quite lost their hearts The nobles hath he finde For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts Willo And daily new exactions are deuisde As blanckes beneuolences and I wot not what But what a Gods name doth become of this North. Wars hath not wasted it for warrde he hath not But basely yeeâ—ded vpon compromise That which his noble auncestors atchiued with blowes More hath
Couer your heades and mocke not flesh and bloud With solemne reuerence throw a way respect Tradition forme and ceremonious duetie For you haue but mistooke me al this while I liue with bread like you feele want Taste griefe neede friends subiected thus How can you say to me I am a King Carleil My lord wisemen nere fit and waile theyr woes But presently preuent the wayes to waile To feare the foe since feare oppresseth strength Giues in your weakenes strength vnto your foe And so your follies fight against your selfe Feare and be slaine no woâ—se can come to fight And fight and die is death destroying death Where fearing dying paies death seruile breath Aum. My father hath a power inquire of him And learne to make a body of a limme King Thou chidst me well prowd Bullingbrooke I come To change blowes with thee for our day of doome This agew fit of feare iâ— ouerblowne An easie taske it is to winne our owne Say Scroope where lies our vncle with his power Speake sweetely man although thy lookes be sower Scroope Men iudge by the complexion of the skie The state and inclination of the day So may you by my dull and heauy eâ—e My tongue hath but a heauier tale to â—ay I play the tortutrer by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken Your vncle Yorke is ioynd with Bullingbrooke And all your Northerne castles yeelded vp And all your Southerne Gentlemen in armes Vpon his partie King Thou hast said enough Beshreâ—y thee couâ—in which didst leade me foorth Of that sweete way I was in to dispâ—iâ—â— What say you now what comfort haue we 〈◊〉 By heauen Ile hate him euerlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more Go to Flint Castle there Ile pine away A King woes slaue shall kingly woe obey That power I haue discharge and let them goe To eare the land that hath some hope to grow For I haue none let no man speake againe To alter this for counsell is but vaine Aum. My Liege one word King He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tong Discharge my followers let them hence away From Richards night to Bullingbrookes faire day Enter Bull. Yorke North. Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne The Welch men are disperst and Salisburie Is gone to meete the King who lately landed With some few priuate friends vpon this coast North. The newes is very fairâ— and good my lord Richard not farre from hence hath hid his head Yorke It would beseeme the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard alacke the heauy day When such a sacred King should 〈◊〉 his head North. Your Grace mistakes onely to be briefe Left I his title out Yorke The time hath bin would you haue beene so briefe with him He would haue bin so briefe to shorten you For taking so the head your whole heads length Bull. Mistake not vncle further then you should Yorke Take not good cousin further then you should Lest you mistake the heauens are ouer our heads Bull. I knowâ—â— vâ—cle and oppose not my selfe Against their will But who comes here Enter Percie Welcome Harry what will not this castle yeelde H. Per. The Castle royally is mand my Lord. Against thy entrance Bull. Royally why it containes no King H. Per. Yes my good Lord It doth containe a King King Richard lies Within the limites of yon lime and stonâ— And with him are the Lord Aumerle Lord Salisbury Sir Stephen Scâ—oope besides a cleargie man Of holy reuerence who I cannot learne North. Oh belike it is the bishop of Carleil Bull. Noble Lords Go to the rude ribbes of that ancient Castle Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parlee Into his ruinde eares and thus deliuer H. Bull. on both his knees doth kisse king Richards hand And sends allegeance and true faith of heart To his most royall person hither come Euen at his feete to lay my armes and power Prouided that my banishment repeald And lands restored againe be freely granted If not Ile vse the aduantage of my power And lay the summers dust with showres of bloud Rainde from the wounds of 〈◊〉 English men The which how 〈◊〉 off from the minde of Bulling It is such crimson tâ—mpest should be drench The fresh greene lap of faire King Richards land My stooping duety tenderly shall shew Go signifie as much while here we march Vpon the grassie carpet of this plaine Lets march without the noyse of threatning drumme That from this Castels tottered battlements Our faire appointments may be well perusde Me thinkeâ— King Richard and my selfe should meete With no lesse terrour than the elements Of fire and water when their thundring shocke At meeting teares the cloudie cheekes of heauen Be he the fire Ile be the yeelding water The rage be his whilst on the earth I raigne My water's on the earth and not on him March on and marke King Richard how he lookes The trumpets sound Richard appeareth on the walls Bull. See see King Richard doth himselfe appeare As doth the blushing discontented Sunne From out the fierie portall of the East When he perceiues the enuious cloudes are bent To dimme his glorie and to staine the tracke Of his bright passage to the Occident Yorke Yet lookes he like a King beholde his eye As bright as is the Eagles lightens forth Controlling maiestie alacke alacke for woe That any harme should staine so faire a shew King We are amazde and thus long haue we stoode To watch the feareful bending of thy knee Because we'thought ouâ— selfe thy lawful King And if wee be howe dare thy ioynts forget To pay their awefull duety to our presence If we be not shew vs the hand of God That hath dismist vs from our Stewardship For well we know no hand of bloud and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our Scepâ—â—r Vnlesse he do prophane steale or vsurpe And though you thinke that all as you haue done Haue torne their soules by turning them from vs. And we are barren and berest of friends Yet know my maister God omnipotent Is mustering in his cloudes on our behalfe Armies of pestilencâ— and they shall strike Your children yet vnborne and vnbegot That lift your vassaile hands against my head And threat the glorie of my precious crowne Tell Bullingbrooke for yon me thinkes he standes That euery stride he makes vpon my land Is dangerous tâ—eason he is come to open The purple testament of blâ—eding warre But ere the crowne he lookes for liue in peace Ten thousand bloudy crownes of mothers sonnes Shall ill become the flower of Englands face Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace To scarlet indignation and bedew Her pastors grasse with faithfull English bloud North. The King of heauen forbid our Lo the king Should so with ciuill and vnciuill armes be rusht vpon Thy thrise noble Cosen Harry Bullingbrooke doth humbly kisse thy hand And by the honorable tombe he sweares That
two-fold marriage twixt my crowne and me And then betwixt me and my married wife Let me vnkisse the oathe twixt thee and me And yet not so for with a kisse â—was made Part vs Northumberland I towardes the north Where shiuering cold and sickenesse pines the clime My wife to Fraunce from whence set forth in pomp She came adorned hither like sweete Maâ—e Sent backe like Hollowmas or shortst of day Queene And must we be diuided must we part King I hand from hand my loue and heart from heart Queene Banish vs both and send the King with me King That were some loue but little pollicie Queene Then whither he goes thither let me go King So two togither weeping make one woe Weepe thou for me in Fraunce I for thee heere Better far off than neere be nere the neare Go câ—unt thy way with sighes I mine with groanes Queene So longest way shall haue the longest moanes King Twise for one step Ile grone the way being short And peece the way out with a heauy heart Come come in wooing sorrow lets be briefe Since wedding it there is such length in griefe One kisse shall stop our mouths and dumbly part Thus giue I mine and thus take I thy heart Queene Giue me mine owne againe twere no good part To take on me to keepe and kill thy heart So now I haue mine owne againe be gone That I may striue to kill it with a groane King We make woe wanton with this fond delay Once more adue the rest let sorrow say Exeunt Enter Duke of Yorke and the Dutchesse Du. My Lord you told me you would tell the rest When weeping made you breake the storie of Of our two coâ—â—ins comming into London Yorke Where did I leaue Du. At that sad stop my Lord Where rude misgouerned hands from windowes tops Threw dust and rubbish on king Richards head Yorke Then as I said the Duke great Bullingbrooke Mounted vpon a hote and fierie steede Which his aspiring rider seemd to know With slow but stately pase kept on his course Whilst all tongues cried God saue the Bullingbrooke You would haue thought the very 〈…〉 â—o many greedy lookes of yong and old Through casements darted their desiring eies Vpon his visage and that all the waâ—les With painted imagery had said at once Iesu preserue the welcome Bullingbrooke Whilst he from the one side to the other turning Bare-headed lower than his prowd steedes neâ—ke Bespake them thus I thanke you country men And thus still doing thus he passt along Du. Alac poore Richard where rode he the whilst Yorke As in a Theater the eies of men After a well-graced Actor leaues the stage Are ydly bent on him that enters next Thinking his prattle to be â—edious Euen so or with much more contempt mens eies Did scowle on gentle Ric. no man cried God saue him No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home But dust was throwen vpon his 〈…〉 Which with such gentle sorrow he shooke off His face still combating with teares and smiles The badges of his griefe and patience That had not God for some strong purpose steeld The hearts of men they must perforce haue melted 〈…〉 But heauen hath a hand in these euents To whose high will we bound our calme contents To Bullingbrooke are we sworne subiects now Whose state and honour I for ay allow Du. Here comes my sonne Aumerle Yorke Aumerle that was But that is lost for being Richards friend And Madam you must call him Rutland now I am in parleament pledge for his truth And lasting fealtie to the new made king Du. Welcome my sonne who are the violets now That 〈◊〉 the greene lap of the new come spring Au. Madam I know not nor I greatly care not God knowes I had as leife be none as one Yorke Well beare you wel in this new spring of time Lest you be cropt before you come to prime What newes from Oxford do these iusts triump hs hold Aum. For aught I know my Lord they do Yorke you will be there I know Aum. If God preuent not I purpose so Yorke What seale is that that hangs without thy bosome yea lookst thou pale let me see the writing Aum. My Lord tis nothing Yorke No matter then who see it I will be satisfied 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 would not haue seene Yorke Which for some reasons sir I meane to see I feare I feare Du. What should you feare Tis nothing but some band that he is entred into For gay apparell gainst the triumph day Yorke bound to himselfe what doth he with a bond That he is bound to Wife thou art a foole Boy let me see the writing Aum. I do beseech you pardon me I may not shew it Yorke I will be satisfied let me see it I say He pluckes it out of his bosome and reades it Yorke Treason foule treason villaine traitor slaue Du. What is the matter my lord Yorke Ho who is within there saddle my horse God â—or his mercy what treachery is here Du. Why what is it my Lord Yorke Giue me my bootes I say saddle my horse Now by mine honour by my life by my troth I will appeach the villaine Du. What is the matter Yorke Peace foolish woman Du. I wil not peace what is the matter Aumerle Au. Good mother be content it is no more Then my poore life must answere Du. Thy life answere yor Bring me my bootes I will vnto the King His man enters with his bootes Du. Strike him Aumerle poore boy thou art amazd Hence vilaine neuer more come in my â—ight Yor. Giue me my bootes I say Du. Why Yorke what wilt thou doe Wilt thou not hide the trespasse of thine owne Haue we more sons or are we like to haue Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time And wilt thou plucke my faire sonne from mine age And rob me of a happie mothers name Is he not like the is he not thine owne Yor. Thou fond mad woman Wilt thou conceale this darke conspiracie A doozen of them here haue tane the sacrament And interchaungeably set downe there hands To kill the king at Oxford Du. He shal be none weele keepe him heere Then what is that to him Yor. Away fond woman were he twentie times my sonne I would appeach him Du. Hadst thou groand for him as I haue done Thou wouldst bee more pittifull But nowe I knowe rhy minde thou doest suspect That I haue been disloiall to thy bed And that he is a bastard not thy sonne Sweete Yorke sweete husband be not of that mind He is as like thee as a man may be Not like to me or any of my kinne And yet I loue him Yor. Make way vnâ—ulie woman Exit Du. After Aumerle mount thee vpon his horse Spur post and get before him to the King And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse
once know where Vncle farewell and cousin a due Your mother well hath prayed and prooue you true Du. Come my olde sonne I pray God make thee new Exeunt Maneâ— sir Pierâ—â— Exton c. Exton Didst thou not maâ—ke the K what words he spake Haue I no friend will rid me of this liuing feare Was it not so Man These were his very words Exton Haue I no friend quoth heâ—he spake it twice And vrgde it twice togither did he not Man He did Exton And speaking it he wishtly lookt on me As who should say I would thou wert the man That would diuorce this terrour from my heart Meaning the king at Pomfret Come lets go I am the kings friend and will rid his foe Enter Richard alone Rich. I haue beene studying how I may compare This prison where I liue vnto the world And forbecause the world is populous And here is not a creature but my selfe I cannot do it yet Ile hammer it out My braine Ile prooue the female to my soule My soule the father and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts And these same thoughts people this little world In humors like the people of this world For no thought is contented the better sort As thoughts of things diuine are intermixt With scruples and do set the word it selfe Against the word as thus Come little ones then againe It is as hard to come as for a Cammell To threed the posterne of a small needles eie Thoughts tending to ambition they do plot Vnlikely wonders how these vaine weake nailes May teare a passage thorow the flinty ribs Of this hard world my ragged prison walles And for they cannot die in their owne pride Thoughts tending to content flatter themselues That they are not the first of fortunes slaues Nor shall not be the last like seely beggars Who â—itting in the stockes refuge their shame That many haue and others must set there And in this thought they find a kind of ease Bearing their owne misfortunes on the backe Of such as haue before indurde the like Thus play I in one peâ—son many people And none contented sometimes am I King Then treasons make me wish my selfe a beggar And so I am then crushing penurie Perswades me I was better when a king Then am I kingd againe and by and by Thinke that I am vnkingd by Bullingbrooke And strait am nothing But what ere I be Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleasde till he be easde With being nothing Musicke do I heare the musike plates Ha ha keepe time how sowre sweete Musicke is When time is broke and no proportion kept So is it in the musike of mens liues And here haue I the daintinesse of eare To checke time broke in a disordered string But for the concord of my state and time Had not an eare to heare my true time broke I wasted time and now doth time waste me For now hath time made me his numbring clocke My thoughts are minutes and with sighes they iarre Their watches on vnto mine eyes the outward watch Whereto my finger like a dialles poynt Is pointing still in cleansing them â—â—om teares Now â—â—â—the sound that telles what houre it is Are clamorous groanes which strike vpon my hart Which is the bell so sighs and teares and grones Shew minutes times and houres but my time Runnes posting on in Bullingbrokes proud ioye While I stand fooling heere his iacke of the clocke This musicke maddes me let it sound no more For though it haue holp mad men to their witts In me it seemes it will make wise men mad Yet blessâ—ing on his hart that giues it me For tis asigne of loue and loue to Richard Is a strange brooch in this al-hating world Enter a groome of the stable Groome Haile roiall Prince Rich. Thankes noble peare The cheapest of vs is ten grotes too deare What art thou and how comest thou â—ither Where no man neuer comes but that sad dog That brings me foode to make misfortune liue Groome I was a poore groome of thy stable King When thou wert King who trauailling towards Yorke With much adoe at length haue gotten leaue To looke vpon my sometimes roiall maisters face Oh how it ernd my hart when I beheld In London streetes that Corronation day When Bullingbroke rode on Roane Barbarie That horse that thou so often hast bestride That horse that I so carefully haue drest Rich. Rode he on Barbarie tell me gentle freind How went he vnder him Groom So proudly as if he disdaind the ground Ric. So proud that Bullingbroke was on his backe That Iade hath eate bread from my royall hand This hand hath made him proud with clapping him Would he not stumble would he not fall downe Since pride must haue a fal and breake the necke Of that prond man that did vsurpe his backe Forgiuenes horse why do I raile on thee Since thou created to be awed by man Wast borne to beare I was not made a horse And yet I beare a burthen like an asse Spurrde galld and tirde by iauncing Bullingbrooke Enter one to Richard with meaâ—e Keeper Fellow giue place heere is no longer stay Rich. If thou loue me tis time thou wert away Groome What my tong dares not that my heart shal say Exit Groome Keeper My Lord wilt please you to fall to Rich. Taste of it first as thou art wont to do Keeper My Lord I dare not fir Pierce of Exton Who lately came from the King commaunds the contrary Rich. The diuell take Henry of Lancaster and thee Patience is stale and I am wearie of it Keeper Help help help The murderers rush in Rich. How now what meanes Death in this rude assault Villaine thy owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument Go thou and fill another roome in hell Here Exton strikes him downâ— Rich. That hand shall burne in neuer quenching fire That staggers thus my person Exton thy fierce hand Hath with the kings bloud staind the kings owne land Mount mount my soule thy seate is vp on high Whilst my grosse flesh sinckes downeward here to die Exton As full of valure as of royall bloud Both haue I spilld Oh would the deede were good For now the diuell that told me I did well Saies that this deede is chroniâ—led in hell This dead king to the liuing king Ile beare Take hence the rest and giue them buriall 〈◊〉 Enter Bullingbrooke with the duke of Yorkâ— King Kind vncle Yorke the latest newes we hearâ— Is that the rebels haue consumed with fire Our towne of Ciceter in Gloucestershire But whether they be tane oâ— slaine we heare not Enter Northumberland Welcome my Lord what is the newes Nâ—rth First to thy sacred state wish I all happinesse The next newes is I hâ—ue to London sent The heades of Oxford Salisbury Blunt and Kent The maner of their taking may appeare At large discoursed in this paper heere King We thanke thee gentle Pâ—â—cie for thy paines And to thy woorth will adde right worthy gaines Enter Lord Fitzwaters Fitz. My Lord I haue from Oxford sent to London The heads of Broccas and sir Benet Seely Two of the daungerous consorted traiâ—ors That fought at Oxford thy dire ouerthrow king Thy paines Fitz. shall nor be forgot Right noble is thy merit well I wot Enter H. Percie Percie The grand conspirator Abbot of Westminster With clog of conscience and sowre melancholy Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue But here is Carleil liuing to abide Thy kingly doome and sentence of his pride king Carleil this is your doome Choose out some secret place some reuerent roome More than thou bast and with it ioy thy life So as thou liu'st in peace die free from strife For though mine enemy thou hast euer beene High sparkes of honour in thee haue I seene Enter â—xton with the coffin Exton Great King within this coffin I prâ—sent Thy buried feare herein all breathlesse lies The mightiest of thy greacest enemies Richard of Burdeaux by me hither brought king Exton I thanke thee not for thou hast wrought A deed of slaunder with thy fatall hand Vpon my head and all this famous Land Exton From your owne mouth my Lo. did I this deed King They loue not poison that do poison neede Nor do I thee though I did wish him dead I hate the murtherer loue him murthered The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labor But neither my good word nor Princely fauour With Cayne go wander through shades of night And neuer shew thy head by day nor light Lordes I protest my soule is full of wo That bloud should sprincle me to make me grow Come mourne with me for what I do lament And put on sulleyn blacke incontinent Ile make a voiage to the holly lande To wash this bloud off from my guiltie hand March sadly after grace my mournings heere In weeping after this vntimely Beere FINIS