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The false Duessa, now Fidessa hight,
But the good knight,
And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound: Then turning to his lady, dead with feare her fownd.
Her seeming dead he fownd with feigned feare,
KING RICHARD THE
BROUGHT PRISONER TO
LONDON, RESIGNS HIS CROWN TO HENRY BOLINGBROKE.
In Dearth of Faith, and Scarcity of Friends,
To call back false Obedience, fled before;
And leave his Setting Fortune, Night begun.
But thus is Richard left, and all alone,
Save with th' unarmed Title of his Right;
And those brave Troops, his Fortune Followers, gone,
Th' amusing Shadows that are cast upon
The State of Princes, to beguile the Sight;
All vanish'd clean, and only Frailty left,
Like when some great Colossus, whose strong Base
And look how Thames, enrich'd with many a Flood, And goodly Rivers, (that have made their Graves And bury'd both their Names, and all their Good, Within his Greatness, to augment his Waves) Glides on with Pomp of Waters, unwithstood, Unto the Ocean, (which his Tribute craves) And lays up all his Wealth within that Pow'r, Which in it self all Greatness doth devour.
So flock the Mighty, with their following Train,
Who wonders at himself, how he should gain
And Richard, who look'd Fortune in the back,
Which when he saw, thus to himself complains; "O why do you, fond, false-deceived, so "Run headlong to that Change that nothing gains, "But Gain of Sorror, only Change of Woe? "Which is all one; if he be like who reigns: "Why will you buy with Blood what you forego; ""Tis nought but Shews that Ignorance esteems: "The Thing possess'd is not the Thing it seems.
"And when the Sins of Bolingbroke shall be "As great as mine, and you unanswered "In these your Hopes; then may you wish for me, "Your Lawful Sov'reign, from whose Faith you fled;
And, grieved in your Souls, the Error see
"That shining Promises had shadowed:
"As th' hum'rous Sick removing, find no Ease,
"When changed Chambers change not the Disease.
"Then shall you find this Name of Liberty, "(The watch word of Rebellion ever us'd; The idle Echo of Uncertainty,
"That evermore the Simple hath abus'd.) "But new-turn'd Servitude, and Misery; "And ev'n the same, and worse, before refus'd. "Th' Aspirer once attain'd unto the Top, "Cuts off those Means by which himself got up."
Thus he complain'd-When lo, from Lancaster,
And punish those that had abus'd the State,
And also see that Justice might be had On those the Duke of Glos'ter's Death procur'd, And such remov'd from Council as were bad; His Cousin Henry would, be there assur'd, On humble Knees before his Grace be glad To ask him Pardon, to be well secur'd, And have his Right and Grace restor❜d again; The which was all he labour'd to obtain.
And therefore doth an Enterparle exhort; Persuades him leave that unbeseeming Place, And with a Princely Hardiness resort Unto his People, that attend his Grace. They meant his Public Good, and not his Hurt; And would most joyful be to see his Face. He lays his Soul to pledge, and takes his Oath, The Host of Christ, an Hostage for his Troth.
This Proffer, with such Protestations, made
When no Way else could shew a Face so good:
Yet stands H' in doubt a-while what Way to take; Conferring with that small-remaining Troop Fortune had left; which never would forsake Their poor, distress'd Lord; nor ever stoop To any Hopes the stronger Part could make : Good Carlisle, Ferby, and Sir Stephen Scroope, With that most worthy Montague, were all That were content with Majesty to fall.
Grave Montague, whom long Experience taught In either Fortune, thus advis'd his King:
"Dear Sov'reign, know, The Matter that is sought, "Is only how Your Majesty to bring
(From out of this poor Safety you have got) "Into their Hands, that else hold ev'ry thing. "For now, but only You they want of all; "And wanting You, they nothing theirs can call.
"Here have you craggy Rocks to take your Part; "That never will betray their Faith to you; "These trusty Mountains here will never start, "But stand t'upbraid their Shame that are untrue. "Here may you fence your Safety with small Art, "Against the Pride of that confused Crew: "If Men will not, these very Cliffs will fight, "And be sufficient to defend your Right.
"Then keep you here; and here you shall behold, "Within short Space, the sliding Faith of those "That cannot long their Resolution hold, "Repent the Course their idle Rashness chose. "For that same Mercenary Faith they sold, "With least Occasions discontented grows, "And insolent those voluntary Bands; "Presuming how by them He chiefly stands.
"And hither to approach he will not dare; "Where Desarts, Rocks. and Hills, no Succours give; "Where Desolation, and no Comforts are; "Where few can do no Good, many not Live.
"Besides, We have the Ocean, to prepare
"Some other Place, if This should not relieve:
"So shall you Tire his Force, consume his Strength "And weary all his followers out at length.