Swell'ft thou, proud heart? I'll give thee fcope to beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. ; go. [mit? Aum.Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke, K. Rich. What must the King do now ? muft he subThe King fhall do it: muft he be depos'd? The King fhall be contented: must he lofe The name of King? o'God's name let it I'll give my jewels for a set of beads My gorgeous palace for a hermitage; My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown; My figur'd goblets for a difh of wood; My fceptre for a palmer's walking-staff; My fubjects for a pair of carved faints; And my large kingdom for a little grave; A little, little grave;- an obfcure grave. Or I'll be bury'd in the King's highway; Some way of common tread, where subjects' feet May hourly trample on their Sovereign's head. * Aumerle, thou weep'ft, (my tender hearted coufin !) We'll make foul weather with despised tears; Our fighs, and they, fhall lodge the fummer-corn, And make a dearth in this revolting land. Or fhall we play the wantons with our woes, And make fome pretty match with shedding tears? As thus, to drop them ftill upon one place, Till they have fretted us a pair of graves †? Moft mighty Prince, my Lord Northumberland, What fays King Bolingbroke? will his Majefty Give Richard leave to live till Richard die ? You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says, Ay. North. My Lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you, may't please you to come down. Sovereign's head: For on my heart they tread now, while I live; a pair of graves Within the earth; and therein laid, there lies Two kinfmen, digg'd their graves with weeping eyes I talk but idly, and you mock at me. Moft mighty Prince, &c. VOL. IV. G K. Rich, K. Rich. Down, down I come; like glift'ring Phaeton, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. * Boling. What fays his Majefty? North. Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man ; Yet is he come. Boling. Stand all apart, And fhew fair duty to his Majesty. [Keels. K. Rich Fair coufin, you debafe your princely knee, To make the bafe earth proud with kiffing it. Me rather had my heart might feel your love, Than my unpleas'd eye fee your courtesy. + Boling. My gracious Lord, I come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is your's, and I am your's, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted Lord, As my true service shall deserve your love. K. Rich. Well you deserve: they well deferve to have, For do we muft what force will have us do. K.Rich. Then I must not fay, No. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE VII. A garden in the Queen's court. Enter Queen and two Ladies. Queen. What fport fhall we devife here in this garden. of unruly jdes. In the b. fe court? bafe court, where kings grow base To me at traitors' calls, and do them grace. In the ba e court e me down? down, court; down, King; Up, coufin, up; your heart is up, I know, Thus high at left, although your knee be low. Beling. My gracious Lord, &c. To To drive away the heavy thought of care? Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. Queen. 'Twill make me think, the world is full of rubs, Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, Queen. Of neither, girl. For if of joy, being altogether wanting, Queen. 'Tis well that thou haft caufe: But thou fhould't pleafe me better would't thou weep. But ftay, here come the gardeners. Enter a Gardener and two fervants. They'll talk of state; for every one doth fo, Cut off the heads of too-faft-growing sprays, G 2 The The foil's fertility from wholsome flowers. Serv. Why fhould we, in the compass of a pale, When our fea-walled garden (the whole land) Gard. Hold thy peace. He that hath fuffer'd this disorder'd spring, Gard. They are, And Bolingbroke hath feiz'd the wafteful King. [fpeaking: Divine his downfal? Say, where, when, and how I Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd: Queen. Nimble Mischance, that art fo light of foot, Doth not thy embassage belong to me? And am I last that know it? Oh, thou think'st [worfe, [Ex. Gard. and Serv. |