restord againe To all his landes and signiories when he is returnd Against Aumerle we will inforce his triall Carl. That honourable day shall neuer be seene Manie a time hath banisht Norffolke fought For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian feild Streaming the ensigne of the Christian Crosse Against blacke Pagans Turkes and Saracens And toild with workes of warre retird him selfe To Italie and there at Venice gaue His bodie to that pleasant Countries earth And his pure soule vnto his Captaine Christ Vnder whose coulours he had fought so long Bull. Why B. is Norffolke dead Carl. As surely as I liue my Lord. Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweete soule to the bosome Oâ— good olde Abrahamâ— Lords Appellants Your differences shall all rest vnder gage Till we assigne you to your daies of triall Enter Yorke Yorke Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard who with willing soule Adopts the heire and his high scepter yeeldes To the possession of thy royall hand Ascend his throne descending now from him And long liue Henry fourth of that name Bull. In Gods name Ile ascend the regall throne Car. Maâ—y God forbid Worst in this â—oyall presence may I speake Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth Would God that any in this noble presence Were enough noble to be vpright iudge Of noble Richard Then true noblesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a wrong What subiect can giue sentence on his King And who sits here that is not Richards subiect Theeues are not iudgd but they are by to heare Although apparant guiâ—t be seene in them And shall the figure of Gods Maiesty His Captaine steward deputy elect Annointed crowned planted many yeares Be iudgd by subiect and inferiour breath And he himselfe not present Oh forâ—end it God That in a Christian climate soules refinde Should shew so heinous blacke obsceene a deed I speake to subiects and a subiect speakes Stird vp by God thus boldly for his King My Lord of 〈◊〉 here whom you call King Is a foule traitour to proud Herefords King And if you crownâ— him let me prophesie The bloud of English shall manure the ground And future ages groanâ— for this foule act Peace shall go sleepe with turkes and infidels And in this seate of peace tumultuous warres Shall kin with kin and kinde with kind confound Disorder horror feare and mutiny Shall heere inhabit and this land be cald The field of Golgotha and dead mens sculs Oh if yon raise this house against this house It will the wofullest diuision proue That euer fell vpon this cursed earth Preuent it resist it let it not be so Lest child childs children crie against you wo. North. Well haue you argued sir and for your paines Of Capitall treason we arrest you heere My Lord of Westminster be it your charge To keepe him safely till his day of triall Bull. Let it be so and loe on wednesday next We solemnly proclaime our Coronation Lords be ready all Exeunt Manent West Caleil Aumerle Abbot A wofull Pageant haue we heere behelâ— Car. The woe's to come the children yet vnbornâ— Shall feele this day as sharp to them as thorne Aum. You holy Clergy men is there no plot To ridde the realme of this pernitious blot Abbot My Lo. before I freely speake my mind heerein You shall not onely take the Sacrament To burie mine intents but also to effect What euer I shall happen to deuise I see your browes are full of discontent Your harts of sorrow and your eies of teares Come home with me to supper Ile lay a plot Shall shew vs all a merrie daie Exeunt Enter the Queene with her attendants Quee. This way the King will come this is the way To Iulius Caesars ill erected Tower To whose flint bosome my condemned Lord Is doomde a prisoner by proud Bullingbrooke Heere let vs rest if this rebellious earth Haue any resting for her true Kings Queene Enter Ric. But soft but see or rather doe not see My faire Rose wither yet looke vp behold That you in pittie may dissolue to deâ—w And wash him fresh againe with true loue â—eares Ah thou the modle where olde Troy did stand Thou mappe of honour thou King Richards tombe And not King Richard thou most beauteous Inne Why should hard fauourd greife be Iodged in thee When triumph is become an alehouse guest Rich. ioyne not with greife faire woman doe not so To make my end too sudden learne good soule To thinke our former state a happie dreame From which awakt the trueth of what we are Shewes vs but this I am swoâ—ne brother sweet To grim necessitie and he and I Will keepe a league till death Hie thee to Fraunce And cloister thee in some religious house Our holy liues must win a new worlds crowne VVhich ouâ— prophane houres heere haue throwne downe Quee. what is my Richard both in shape and minde Transformd and weakned hath Bullingbrooke Deposde thine intellect hath he been in thy hart The Lyon dying thrusteth foorth his pawe And woundes the earâ—h if nothing else with rage To be ore-powr'd and wilt thou pupill-like Take the correction mildly kisse the rod And fawne on Rage with base humilitie VVhich art a Lion and the king of beasts King a King of beasts indeed if aught but beasts I had been 〈◊〉 a happie King of men Good sometimes Queene prepare thee hence for France Thinke I am dead and that euen here thou takest As from my death bed thy last liuing leaue In winters tedious nights sit by the fire with good old folkes and let them tell the tales Of woefull ages long agoe be tidde And ere thou bid good night to quite their griefes Tell thou the lamentable tale of me And send the hearers weeping to their beds For why the senslesse brands will simpathize The heauy accent of thy moouing tong And in compassion weepe the fire out And some wil mourne in ashes some cole blacke For the deposing of a rightfull King Enter Northum North. My Lord the minde of Bullingbrooke is changde You must to Pomfret not vnto the Tower And Madam there is order tane for you With al swift speede you must away to France King Northumberland thou ladder wherewithall The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my throne The time shall not be many houres of age More than it is ere foule sinne gathering head Shall breake into corruption thou shalt thinke Though he diuide the realme and giue thee halfe It is too little helping him to all He shall thinke that thou which knowest the way To plant vnrightfull kings wilt know againe Being nere so little vrgde another way To plucke him headlong from the vsurped throneâ— The loue of wicked men conueâ—ts to feare That feare to hate and hate turnes one or both To worthy daunger and deserued death North. My guilt be on my head and there an end Take leaue and part for you must part forthwith King Doubly â—iuorst bad men you violate A
he spent in peace then they in wars Rosse The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in farme Will. The King growen banckroâ—t like a broken man North. Reproch and dissolution hangeth ouer him Rosse He hath not money for these Irish wars His burthenous taxations notwithstanding But by the robbing of the banisht Duke North. His noble kinsman most degenerate King But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme We see the wind sit sore vpon our failes And yet we strike not but securely perish Rosse We see the very wracke that we must suffer And vnauoided is the danger now For suffering so the causes of our wracke North. Not so euen through the hollow eies of death I spie life peering but I dare not say How neere the tidings of our comfort is Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts as thou dost ours Rosse Be confident to speake Northumberland We three are but thy selfe and speaking so Thy words are but as thoughts therefore be bold North. Then thus I haue from le Port Blan A Bay in Brittaine receiude intelligence That Harry duke of Herâ—ord Rainold L. Cobham That late broke from the Duke of Exeter His brother archbishop late of Canterburie Sir Thomas Eâ—pingham sir Iohn Ramston Sir Iohn Norbery sir Robert Waterâ—on and Francis Coinâ—s All these well furnished by the Duke of Brittaine With eight tall shippes three thousand men of warre Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore Perhaps they had erâ— this but that they stay The first departing of the King for Ireland If then we shall shake off our slauish yoke Impe out our drowping countries broken wing Redeeme from Broking pawne the blemisht Crowne Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters guilt And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe Away with me in post to Rauenspurgh But if you faint as fearing to do so Stay and be secret and my selfe will go Rosse To horse to horse vrge doubts to them that feare Willo Holde out my horse and I will first be there Exeunt Enter the Queene Bushie Bagot Bush. Madam your maiestie is too much sad You promist when you parted with the King To lay aside life-harming heauines And entertaine a cheerefull disposition Queene To please the king I did to please my selfe I cannot do it yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as Griefe Saue bidding farewell to so swâ—â—te a guest As my sweete Richard yet agayne me thinkes Some vnborne sorrow ripe in Fortunes wombe Is commâ—ng towardes me and my inward soule With nothing trembles at something it grieues More then with parting from my Lord the King Bushie Each substance of a griefe hath twenty shadowes Which sheweâ— like griefe it selfe but is not so For Sorrowes eyes giazed with blinding teares Diuides one thing entire to many obiects Like perspectiues which rightly gazde vpon Shew nothing but confusion eyde awry Distinguish forme so your sweet maiestie Looking awry vpon your Lords departure Finde shapes of griefe more than himselfe to waile Which lookt on as it is is naught but shadows Of what it is not then thrice gracious Queene More then your Lords departure weep not more is not seen Or if it be tis with false Sorrowes eye Which for things true weepes things imaginarie Queene It may be so but yet my inward soule Perswades me it is otherwise how ere it be I cannot but be sad so heauie sad As thought on thinking on no thought I thinke Makes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke Bush. Tis nothing but conceit my gratious Lady Queene Tis nothing lesse conceit is still deriude From some forefather griefe mâ—ne is not so For nothing hath begot my something griefe Or something hath the nothing that I grieue Tis in reuersion that I do possesse But what it is that is not yet knowen what I cannot name tis nâ—melesse woe I wot Greene God saue your maiesty and well met Gentlemen I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland Queene Why hopest thou so tis better hope he is For his designes craue haste his haste good hope Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt Greene That he our hope might haue retirde his power And driuen into despaire an enemies hope Who strong'y hath set footing in this land The banisht Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe And with vplifted armes is safe ariude at Rauenspurgh Queene Now God in heauen forbid Greene Ah Madam tis too true and that is worse The lord Northumberland his son yong H. Percie The lords of Rosse Beaumond and Willoughby With all their powerful friends are fled to him Bush. Why haue you not proclaimd Northumberland And al the rest reuolted faction traitours Greene We haue whereupon the earle of Worcesâ—er Hath brokâ—n his Staffe resignd his Stewardship And al the houshold seruants sled with him to Bullingbrook Queene So Greene thou art the midwife to my woe Anâ— Bullingbrooke my sorowes dismall heire Now hath my soule brought forth her prodigie And I a gasping new deliueâ—d mother Haue woe to woe sorow to soâ—ow ioynde Bushie Dispaire not Madam Queene Who 〈◊〉 hinder me I will dispaire and be at enmitie With cousening Hope he is a flatterer A parasite a keeper backe of Death Who gently would dissolue the bands of life VVhich false Hope lingers in extremitie Greene Here comes the Duke of Yorke Queene VVith signes of war about his aged necke Oh ful of carefull busines are his lookes Vncle for Gods sake speake comfortable wordes Yorke Should I do so I should bely my thoughts Comfort's in heauen and we are on the earth VVhere nothing liues but câ—osses cares and griefe Your husband he is gone to saue far off VVhilst others come to make him loose at home Heere am I lefâ— to vnderprop his land Who weake with age cannot support my selfe Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made Now shall he trie his friends that flatterd him Seruingman My Lord your son was gone before I came Yorke He was why so go all which way it will The nobles they are fled the commons they are colde And will I feare reuolton Herefords side Sâ—rra get thee to Plashie to my sister Glocester Bid her send me presently a thousand pound Hold take my ring Seruingman My Lord I had forgot to tel your Lordship To day as I came by I called there But I shall grieue you to report the rest Yorke What ist knaue Seruingman An houre before I came the Dutchesse died Yorke God for his mercy what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this wofull land at once I know not what to do I would to God So my vntruth had not prouokt him to it The King had cut off my head with my brothers Whâ—t are there no Posts dispatcht for Ireland Hâ—w shal we do for money for these wars Come sister cousin I would say pray pardon me Go fellow get thee home prouide some cartes And bring
thee Ile not be long behind though I be old I doubt not but to ride as fast as Yorke An neuer will I rise vp from the ground Till Bullingbroke haue pardoned thee away be gone Enter the King with his nobles King H. Can no man tell me of my vnthriftie sonnâ— Tis full three moneths since I did see him last If any plague hâ—ng ouer vs tis he I wouâ—â— to God â—y Lordes he might be found Inquirâ— at London mongst the Tauernes there For there they say he daylie doth frequent With vnrestrained loose companions Euen such they say as stand in narrow lanes And beate our watch and â—ob our passengers Which he yong wanton and effeminate boy Takes on the point of honour to support so dissolute a crew H. Percie My Lord some two dayes since I saw the prince And touâ—d him of those triumphes helde at Oxford King And what said the gallant Per. His answer was he would vnto the stews And from the commonst creature plucke a gloue And weare it as a fauour and with that He would vnhorse the lustiest Challenger King H. As dissolute as desperat yet through both I see some sparkes of better hope which elder yeares May happily bring foorth But who comes heere Enter Aumerle amazed Aum. Where is the King King H. What meanes our cosen that he stares and lookes so wildly Aâ—m God saue your grace I doe beseech your Maiestie To haue some conference with your grace alone King Withdrawe your selues and leaue vs here alone What is the matter with our cosen nowe Aum. For eâ—er mâ—y my knees growe to the earth My tongue cleaue to my rooâ—fe within my mouâ—h Vnlesse a pardon ere I rise or speake King Intended or committed was this fault If on the first how heynous ere it be To win thy after loue I pardon thee Aum. Then giue me leaue that May turne the key That no man enter till my tale be done King Haue thy desire The Duke of Yorke knokes at the doore and crieth Yor. My leige beware looke to thy selfe Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there King Vilain Ile make thee safe Aum. Stay thy reuengefull hand thou hast no cause to feare York Open the dore secure foole hardie King Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face Open the dore or I will breake it open King What is the matter vncle speake recouer breath Tell vs how neare is daunger That wee may arme vs to encounter it Yor. Peruse this writtng heere and thou shalt know The treason that my haste forbids me shew Aum. remember as thou readst thy promise past I do repent me reade not my name there My hart is not confederate with my hand Yor. It was vilaine ere thy hand did set it downe I tore it from the traitors bosome King Feare and not loue begets his penitence Forget to pittie him lest thy pittie proue A Serpent that will sting thee to the hart King O heynous strong and bould conspiracy O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne Thou sheere immaculate and filuer Fountaine From whence this stâ—eame through muddy passages Hath held his current and defild himselfe Thy ouerflow of good conuerts to bad And thy aboundant goodnes shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing sonne Yor. So shall my vertue be his vices baude An he shall spend mine honour with his shame As thriftles sonnes their scraping Fathers gold Mine honour liues when his dishonour dies Or my shamde life in his dishonour lies Thou kilst me in his life giuing him breath The traitor liues the true man's put to death Du. What ho my Liege for Gods sake let me in King H. What shril voice suppliant makes this eger crie Du. A woman and thy aunt great king tis I Speake with me pitie me open the dooâ—e A beggar begs that neuer begd before King Our scene is altred from a serious thing And now changde to the Beggar and the King My dangerous cousin let your mother in I know she is come to pray for your foule sinne Yorke If thou do pardon whosoeuer pray More sinnes for this forgiuenes prosper may This festred ioynt cut off the rest rest found This let alone wil all the rest confound Du. Oh king beleeue not this hard-hearted man Loue louing not it selfe none other can Yorke Thou frantike woman what dost thou make here Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor reare Du. Sweete Yorke be patient heare me gentle Liege King H Rise vp good aunt Du. Not yet I thee beseech For euer wil I walke vpon my knees And neuer see day that the happy sees Till thou giue ioy vntil thou bid me ioy By pardoning Rutland my transgressing boy Aum. Vnto my mothers prayers I bend my knee yorke Against them both my true ioynts bended be Ill maist thou thriue if thou graunt any grace Du. Pleades he in earnest looke vpon his face His eies do drop no teares his prayers are in iest His words come from his month ours from our breast He prayes but faintly and would be denied We pray with heart and soule and all beside His weary ioynts would gladly rise I know Our knees still kneele till to the ground they grow His prayers are full of false hypocrisie Ours of true 〈◊〉 and deepe integritie Our prayers do out pray his then let them haue That mercy which true prayer ought to haue Yorke Good aunt stand vp Du. Nay do not say stand vp Say Pardon first and afterwards stand vp And if I were thy nurse thy tong to teach Pardon should be the first word of thy speach I neuer longd to heare a word till now Say pardon King let pitie teach thee how The word is short but not so short as sweete No word like pardon for Kings mouthes so meete yorke Speake it in French King say Pardonne â—oy Du. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy Ah my sower husband my hard-hearted Lord That sets the word it selfe against the word Speake pardon as tis currant in our land The chopping French we do not vnderstand Thine eie begins to speake set thy tongue there Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine eare That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce Pitie may mooue thee pardon to rehearse King H. Good aunt stand vp Du. I do not sue to stand Pardon is all the sute I haue in hand King I pardon him as God shall pardon me Du. Oh happy vantage of a kneeling knee Yet am I sicke for feare speake it againe Twice saying pardon doth not pardon twaine But makes one pardon strong King H. I pardon him with al my heart Du. A god on earth thou art King H. But for our trusty brother in law and the Abbot With all the rest of that consorted â—rew Destruction strait shal dog them at the heeles Good vncle help to order seuerall powers To Oxford or where ere these traitors are They shall not liue within this world I sweare But I will haue them if I