Found truth in all, 'but one; I, in twelve thousand,

none.

God save the king!-Will no man say, Amen?
Am I both priest and clerk? well then, Amen.
God save the king! although I be not he
And yet, Amen, if Heaven do think him me.
To do what service am I sent for hither?

York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Which tired majesty did make thee offer;

The resignation of thy state and crown

To Henry Bolingbroke.

K. Ri. Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seise

the crown;

On this side, my hand; and on that side, thine.
Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
That owes1 two buckets filling one another;
The emptier ever dancing in the air,

The other down, unseen, and full of water.
That bucket down, and full of tears, am I,
Drinking my griefs; whilst you mount up on high.
Bol. I thought, you had been willing to resign.
K. Ri. My crown, I am; but still my griefs are

mine.

You may my glories and my state depose,

But not my griefs: still am I king of those.

Bol. Part of your cares you give me with your

crown.

K, Ri. Your cares set up, do not pluck my

down.

pares

My care is loss of care, by old care done;
Your care is-gain of care, by new care won.
The cares I give, I have, though given away :
They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
Bol. Are you contented to resign the crown?

K. Ri. Ay, no ;-no, ay ;-for I must nothing

be;

Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.
Now mark me, how I will undo myself:
I give this heavy weight from off my head,
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart:
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,1
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duty's rites:
All
pomp and majesty I do forswear;

My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;

My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny.

God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!
God keep all vows unbroke, that swear to thee!
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved;
And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved!
Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit!

God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says,
And send him many years of sunshine days!—
What more remains?

1 Oil of consecration.

North.

No more, but that you read

[offering a paper.

These accusations, and these grievous crimes,
Committed by your person, and your followers,
Against the state and profit of this land;
That, by confessing them, the souls of men
May deem that you are worthily deposed.

K. Ri. Must I do so? and must I ravel out My weaved-up follies? Gentle Northumberland, If thy offences were upon record,

Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop,
To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,
There shouldst thou find one heinous article,—
Containing the deposing of a king,

And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,
Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of Heaven:
Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon,

Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,—
Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates

Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,

And water cannot wash away your sin.

North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these articles.

K. Ri. Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot see: And yet salt water blinds them not so much,

1

But they can see a sort 1 of traitors here.
Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

1 Pack.

I find myself a traitor with the rest :
For I have given here my soul's consent,
To undeck the pompous body of a king;
Make glory base, and sovereignty a slave,
Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.
North. My lord,

K. Ri. No lord of thine, thou haught,1 insulting

man,

Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,

No, not that name was given me at the font ;-
But 'tis usurp'd. Alack the heavy day,

That I have worn so many winters out,

And know not now what name to call myself!
O, that I were a mockery king of snow,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
To melt myself away in water drops!

-

Good king,-great king,-(and yet not greatly good)

An if my word be sterling yet in England,
Let it command a mirror hither straight;
That it may show me what a face I have,
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

Bol. Go, some of you, and fetch a looking-glass.
[Exit an Attendant.
North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth

come.

K. Ri. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come to

Bol. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland. North. The commons will not then be satisfied. K. Ri. They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough, When I do see the very book indeed

Where all my sins are writ, and that's—myself.

Re-enter Attendant, with a glass.

Give me the glass, and therein will I read.No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck many blows upon this face of mine,

So

And made no deeper wounds?—O, flattering glass,
Like to my followers in prosperity,

Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face,
That every day under his household roof

Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face,
That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?
Was this the face, that faced so many follies,
And was at last outfaced by Bolingbroke?

A brittle glory shineth in this face :

As brittle as the glory is the face;

[dashes the glass against the ground.

For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.
Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport ;-
How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.
Bol. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd
The shadow of your face.

K. Ri.

Say that again.

The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see :"Tis very true, my grief lies all within ;

And these external manners of lament