Richard II (1623 First Folio Edition)

Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Richard II (1623 First Folio Edition)
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Act V

2259: Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
2260: [ Enter Queene, and Ladies.]

2261:
Qu.
This way the King will come: this is the way
2262: To Iulius Caesars ill-erected Tower:
2263: To whose flint Bosome, my condemned Lord
2264: Is doom'd a Prisoner, by prowd Bullingbrooke.
2265: Here let vs rest, if this rebellious Earth
2266: Haue any resting for her true Kings Queene.
2267: [ Enter Richard, and Guard.]

2268: But soft, but see, or rather doe not see,
2269: My faire Rose wither: yet looke vp; behold,
2270: That you in pittie may dissolue to dew,
2271: And wash him fresh againe with true-loue Teares.
2272: Ah thou, the Modell where old Troy did stand,
2273: Thou Mappe of Honor, thou King Richards Tombe,
2274: And not King Richard: thou most beauteous Inne,
2275: Why should hard-fauor'd Griefe be lodg'd in thee,
2276: When Triumph is become an Ale-house Guest.
2277:
Rich.
Ioyne not with griefe, faire Woman, do not so,
2278: To make my end too sudden: learne good Soule,
2279: To thinke our former State a happie Dreame,
2280: From which awak'd, the truth of what we are,
2281: Shewes vs but this. I am sworne Brother (Sweet)
2282: To grim Necessitie; and hee and I
2283: Will keepe a League till Death. High thee to France,
2284: And Cloyster thee in some Religious House:
2285: Our holy liues must winne a new Worlds Crowne,
2286: Which our prophane houres here haue stricken downe.
2287:
Qu.
What, is my Richard both in shape and minde
2288: Transform'd, and weaken'd? Hath Bullingbrooke
2289: Depos'd thine Intellect? hath he beene in thy Heart?
2290: The Lyon dying, thrusteth forth his Paw,
2291: And wounds the Earth, if nothing else, with rage
2292: To be o're-powr'd: and wilt thou, Pupill-like,
2293: Take thy Correction mildly, kisse the Rodde,
2294: And fawne on Rage with base Humilitie,
2295: Which art a Lyon, and a King of Beasts?
2296:
Rich.
A King of Beasts indeed: if aught but Beasts,
2297: I had beene still a happy King of Men.
2298: Good (sometime Queene) prepare thee hence for France:
2299: Thinke I am dead, and that euen here thou tak'st,
2300: As from my Death-bed, my last liuing leaue.
2301: In Winters tedious Nights sit by the fire
2302: With good old folkes, and let them tell thee Tales
2303: Of wofull Ages, long agoe betide:
2304: And ere thou bid good-night, to quit their griefe,
2305: Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
2306: And send the hearers weeping to their Beds:
2307: For why? the sencelesse Brands will sympathize
2308: The heauie accent of thy mouing Tongue,
2309: And in compassion, weepe the fire out:
2310: And some will mourne in ashes, some coale-black,
2311: For the deposing of a rightfull King.
2312: [ Enter Northumberland.]

2313:
North.
My Lord, the mind of Bullingbrooke is chang'd.
2314: You must to Pomfret, not vnto the Tower.
2315: And Madame, there is order ta'ne for you:
2316: With all swift speed, you must away to France.
2317:
Rich.
Northumberland, thou Ladder wherewithall
2318: The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my Throne,
2319: The time shall not be many houres of age,
2320: More then it is, ere foule sinne, gathering head,
2321: Shall breake into corruption: thou shalt thinke,
2322: Though he diuide the Realme, and giue thee halfe,
2323: It is too little, helping him to all:
2324: He shall thinke, that thou which know'st the way
2325: To plant vnrightfull Kings, wilt know againe,
2326: Being ne're so little vrg'd another way,
2327: To pluck him headlong from the vsurped Throne.
2328: The Loue of wicked friends conuerts to Feare;
2329: That Feare, to Hate; and Hate turnes one, or both,
2330: To worthie Danger, and deserued Death.
2331:
North.
My guilt be on my Head, and there an end:
2332: Take leaue, and part, for you must part forthwith.
2333:
Rich.
Doubly diuorc'd? (bad men) ye violate
2334: A two-fold Marriage; 'twixt my Crowne, and me.
2335: And then betwixt me, and my marryed Wife.
2336: Let me vn-kisse the Oath 'twixt thee, and me;
2337: And yet not so, for with a Kisse 'twas made.
2338: Part vs, Northumberland: I, towards the North,
2339: Where shiuering Cold and Sicknesse pines the Clyme:
2340: My Queene to France: from whence, set forth in pompe,
2341: She came adorned hither like sweet May;
2342: Sent back like Hollowmas, or short'st of day.
2343:
Qu.
And must we be diuided? must we part?
2344:
Rich.
I, hand from hand (my Loue) and heart fro[m] heart.
2345:
Qu.
Banish vs both, and send the King with me.
2346:
North.
That were some Loue, but little Pollicy.
2347:
Qu.
Then whither he goes, thither let me goe.
2348:
Rich.
So two together weeping, make one Woe.
2349: Weepe thou for me in France; I, for thee heere:
2350: Better farre off, then neere, be ne're the neere.
2351: Goe, count thy Way with Sighes; I, mine with Groanes.
2352:
Qu.
So longest Way shall haue the longest Moanes.
2353:
Rich.
Twice for one step Ile groane, y Way being short,
2354: And peece the Way out with a heauie heart.
2355: Come, come, in wooing Sorrow let's be briefe,
2356: Since wedding it, there is such length in Griefe:
2357: One Kisse shall stop our mouthes, and dumbely part;
2358: Thus giue I mine, and thus take I thy heart.
2359:
Qu.
Giue me mine owne againe: 'twere no good part,
2360: To take on me to keepe, and kill thy heart.
2361: So, now I haue mine owne againe, be gone,
2362: That I may striue to kill it with a groane.
2363:
Rich.
We make Woe wanton with this fond delay:
2364: Once more adieu; the rest, let Sorrow say. [ Exeunt.]

2365: Scoena Secunda.
2366: [ Enter Yorke, and his Duchesse.]

2367:
Duch.
My Lord, you told me you would tell the rest,
2368: When weeping made you breake the story off,
2369: Of our two Cousins comming into London.
2370:
Yorke.
Where did I leaue?
2371:
Duch.
At that sad stoppe, my Lord,
2372: Where rude mis-gouern'd hands, from Windowes tops,
2373: Threw dust and rubbish on King Richards head.
2374:
Yorke.
Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bullingbrooke,
2375: Mounted vpon a hot and fierie Steed,
2376: Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know,
2377: With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course:
2378: While all tongues cride, God saue thee Bullingbrooke.
2379: You would haue thought the very windowes spake,
2380: So many greedy lookes of yong and old,
2381: Through Casements darted their desiring eyes
2382: Vpon his visage: and that all the walles,
2383: With painted Imagery had said at once,
2384: Iesu preserue thee, welcom Bullingbrooke.
2385: Whil'st he, from one side to the other turning,
2386: Bare-headed, lower then his proud Steeds necke,
2387: Bespake them thus: I thanke you Countrimen:
2388: And thus still doing, thus he past along.
2389:
Dutch.
Alas poore Richard, where rides he the whilst?
2390:
Yorke.
As in a Theater, the eyes of men
2391: After a well grac'd Actor leaues the Stage,
2392: Are idlely bent on him that enters next,
2393: Thinking his prattle to be tedious:
2394: Euen so, or with much more contempt, mens eyes
2395: Did scowle on Richard: no man cride, God saue him:
2396: No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home,
2397: But dust was throwne vpon his Sacred head,
2398: Which with such gentle sorrow he shooke off,
2399: His face still combating with teares and smiles
2400: (The badges of his greefe and patience)
2401: That had not God (for some strong purpose) steel'd
2402: The hearts of men, they must perforce haue melted,
2403: And Barbarisme it selfe haue pittied him.
2404: But heauen hath a hand in these euents,
2405: To whose high will we bound our calme contents.
2406: To Bullingbrooke, are we sworne Subiects now,
2407: Whose State, and Honor, I for aye allow.
2408: [ Enter Aumerle.]

2409:
Dut.
Heere comes my sonne Aumerle.
2410:
Yor.
Aumerle that was,
2411: But that is lost, for being Richards Friend.
2412: And Madam, you must call him Rutland now:
2413: I am in Parliament pledge for his truth,
2414: And lasting fealtie to the new-made King.
2415:
Dut.
Welcome my sonne: who are the Violets now,
2416: That strew the greene lap of the new-come Spring?
2417:
Aum.
Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not,
2418: God knowes, I had as liefe be none, as one.
2419:
Yorke.
Well, beare you well in this new-spring of time
2420: Least you be cropt before you come to prime.
2421: What newes from Oxford? Hold those Iusts & Triumphs?
2422:
Aum.
For ought I know my Lord, they do.
2423:
Yorke.
You will be there I know.
2424:
Aum.
If God preuent not, I purpose so.
2425:
Yor.
What Seale is that that hangs without thy bosom?
2426: Yea, look'st thou pale? Let me see the Writing.
2427:
Aum.
My Lord, 'tis nothing.
2428:
Yorke.
No matter then who sees it,
2429: I will be satisfied, let me see the Writing.
2430:
Aum.
I do beseech your Grace to pardon me,
2431: It is a matter of small consequence,
2432: Which for some reasons I would not haue seene.
2433:
Yorke.
Which for some reasons sir, I meane to see:
2434: I feare, I feare.
2435:
Dut.
What should you feare?
2436: 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into
2437: For gay apparrell, against the Triumph.
2438:
Yorke.
Bound to himselfe? What doth he with a Bond
2439: That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a foole.
2440: Boy, let me see the Writing.
2441:
Aum.
I do beseech you pardon me, I may not shew it.
2442:
Yor
I will be satisfied: let me see it I say. [ Snatches it]

2443: Treason, foule Treason, Villaine, Traitor, Slaue.
2444:
Dut.
What's the matter, my Lord?
2445:
Yorke.
Hoa, who's within there? Saddle my horse.
2446: Heauen for his mercy: what treachery is heere?
2447:
Dut.
Why, what is't my Lord?
2448:
Yorke.
Giue me my boots, I say: Saddle my horse:
2449: Now by my Honor, my life, my troth,
2450: I will appeach the Villaine.
2451:
Dut.
What is the matter?
2452:
Yorke.
Peace foolish Woman.
2453:
Dut.
I will not peace. What is the matter Sonne?
2454:
Aum.
Good Mother be content, it is no more
2455: Then my poore life must answer.
2456:
Dut.
Thy life answer?
2457: [ Enter Seruant with Boots.]

2458:
Yor.
Bring me my Boots, I will vnto the King.
2459:
Dut.
Strike him Aumerle. Poore boy, y art amaz'd,
2460: Hence Villaine, neuer more come in my sight.
2461:
Yor.
Giue me my Boots, I say.
2462:
Dut.
Why Yorke, what wilt thou do?
2463: Wilt thou not hide the Trespasse of thine owne?
2464: Haue we more Sonnes? Or are we like to haue?
2465: Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time?
2466: And wilt thou plucke my faire Sonne from mine Age,
2467: And rob me of a happy Mothers name?
2468: Is he not like thee? Is he not thine owne?
2469:
Yor.
Thou fond mad woman:
2470: Wilt thou conceale this darke Conspiracy?
2471: A dozen of them heere haue tane the Sacrament,
2472: And interchangeably set downe their hands
2473: To kill the King at Oxford.
2474:
Dut.
He shall be none:
2475: Wee'l keepe him heere: then what is that to him?
2476:
Yor.
Away fond woman: were hee twenty times my
2477: Son, I would appeach him.
2478:
Dut.
Hadst thou groan'd for him as I haue done,
2479: Thou wouldest be more pittifull:
2480: But now I know thy minde; thou do'st suspect
2481: That I haue bene disloyall to thy bed,
2482: And that he is a Bastard, not thy Sonne:
2483: Sweet Yorke, sweet husband, be not of that minde:
2484: He is as like thee, as a man may bee,
2485: Not like to me, nor any of my Kin,
2486: And yet I loue him.
2487:
Yorke
Make way, vnruly Woman. [ Exit]

2488:
Dut.
After Aumerle. Mount thee vpon his horse,
2489: Spurre post, and get before him to the King,
2490: And begge thy pardon, ere he do accuse thee,
2491: Ile not be long behind: though I be old,
2492: I doubt not but to ride as fast as Yorke:
2493: And neuer will I rise vp from the ground,
2494: Till Bullingbrooke haue pardon'd thee: Away be gone. [ Exit]

2495: Scoena Tertia.
2496: [ Enter Bullingbrooke, Percie, and other Lords.]

2497:
Bul.
Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne?
2498: 'Tis full three monthes since I did see him last.
2499: If any plague hang ouer vs, 'tis he,
2500: I would to heauen (my Lords) he might be found:
2501: Enquire at London, 'mongst the Tauernes there:
2502: For there (they say) he dayly doth frequent,
2503: With vnrestrained loose Companions,
2504: Euen such (they say) as stand in narrow Lanes,
2505: And rob our Watch, and beate our passengers,
2506: Which he, yong wanton, and effeminate Boy
2507: Takes on the point of Honor, to support
2508: So dissolute a crew.
2509:
Per.
My Lord, some two dayes since I saw the Prince,
2510: And told him of these Triumphes held at Oxford.
2511:
Bul.
And what said the Gallant?
2512:
Per.
His answer was: he would vnto the Stewes,
2513: And from the common'st creature plucke a Gloue
2514: And weare it as a fauour, and with that
2515: He would vnhorse the lustiest Challenger.
2516:
Bul.
As dissolute as desp'rate, yet through both,
2517: I see some sparkes of better hope: which elder dayes
2518: May happily bring forth. But who comes heere?
2519: [ Enter Aumerle.]

2520:
Aum.
Where is the King?
2521:
Bul.
What meanes our Cosin, that hee stares
2522: And lookes so wildely?
2523:
Aum.
God saue your Grace. I do beseech your Maiesty
2524: To haue some conference with your Grace alone.
2525:
Bul.
Withdraw your selues, and leaue vs here alone:
2526: What is the matter with our Cosin now?
2527:
Aum.
For euer may my knees grow to the earth,
2528: My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth,
2529: Vnlesse a Pardon, ere I rise, or speake.
2530:
Bul.
Intended, or committed was this fault?
2531: If on the first, how heynous ere it bee,
2532: To win thy after loue, I pardon thee.
2533:
Aum.
Then giue me leaue, that I may turne the key,
2534: That no man enter, till my tale be done.
2535:
Bul
Haue thy desire. [ Yorke within.]

2536:
Yor.
My Liege beware, looke to thy selfe,
2537: Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there.
2538:
Bul.
Villaine, Ile make thee safe.
2539:
Aum.
Stay thy reuengefull hand, thou hast no cause
2540: to feare.
2541:
Yorke.
Open the doore, secure foole-hardy King:
2542: Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face?
2543: Open the doore, or I will breake it open.
2544: [ Enter Yorke.]

2545:
Bul.
What is the matter (Vnkle) speak, recouer breath,
2546: Tell vs how neere is danger,
2547: That we may arme vs to encounter it.
2548:
Yor.
Peruse this writing heere, and thou shalt know
2549: The reason that my haste forbids me show.
2550:
Aum.
Remember as thou read'st, thy promise past:
2551: I do repent me, reade not my name there,
2552: My heart is not confederate with my hand.
2553:
Yor.
It was (villaine) ere thy hand did set it downe.
2554: I tore it from the Traitors bosome, King.
2555: Feare, and not Loue, begets his penitence;
2556: Forget to pitty him, least thy pitty proue
2557: A Serpent, that will sting thee to the heart.
2558:
Bul.
Oh heinous, strong, and bold Conspiracie,
2559: O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne:
2560: Thou sheere, immaculate, and siluer fountaine,
2561: From whence this streame, through muddy passages
2562: Hath had his current, and defil'd himselfe.
2563: Thy ouerflow of good, conuerts to bad,
2564: And thy abundant goodnesse shall excuse
2565: This deadly blot, in thy digressing sonne.
2566:
Yorke.
So shall my Vertue be his Vices bawd,
2567: And he shall spend mine Honour, with his Shame;
2568: As thriftlesse Sonnes, their scraping Fathers Gold.
2569: Mine honor liues, when his dishonor dies,
2570: Or my sham'd life, in his dishonor lies:
2571: Thou kill'st me in his life, giuing him breath,
2572: The Traitor liues, the true man's put to death.
2573: [ Dutchesse within.]

2574:
Dut.
What hoa (my Liege) for heauens sake let me in.
2575:
Bul.
What shrill-voic'd Suppliant, makes this eager cry?
2576:
Dut.
A woman, and thine Aunt (great King) 'tis I.
2577: Speake with me, pitty me, open the dore,
2578: A Begger begs, that neuer begg'd before.
2579:
Bul.
Our Scene is alter'd from a serious thing,
2580: And now chang'd to the Begger, and the King.
2581: My dangerous Cosin, let your Mother in,
2582: I know she's come, to pray for your foule sin.
2583:
Yorke.
If thou do pardon, whosoeuer pray,
2584: More sinnes for this forgiuenesse, prosper may.
2585: This fester'd ioynt cut off, the rest rests sound,
2586: This let alone, will all the rest confound.
2587: [ Enter Dutchesse.]

2588:
Dut.
O King, beleeue not this hard-hearted man,
2589: Loue, louing not it selfe, none other can.
2590:
Yor.
Thou franticke woman, what dost y make here,
2591: Shall thy old dugges, once more a Traitor reare?
2592:
Dut.
Sweet Yorke be patient, heare me gentle Liege.
2593:
Bul.
Rise vp good Aunt.
2594:
Dut.
Not yet, I thee beseech.
2595: For euer will I kneele vpon my knees,
2596: And neuer see day, that the happy sees,
2597: Till thou giue ioy: vntill thou bid me ioy,
2598: By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing Boy.
2599:
Aum.
Vnto my mothers prayres, I bend my knee.
2600:
Yorke.
Against them both, my true ioynts bended be.
2601:
Dut.
Pleades he in earnest? Looke vpon his Face,
2602: His eyes do drop no teares: his prayres are in iest:
2603: His words come from his mouth, ours from our brest.
2604: He prayes but faintly, and would be denide,
2605: We pray with heart, and soule, and all beside:
2606: His weary ioynts would gladly rise, I know,
2607: Our knees shall kneele, till to the ground they grow:
2608: His prayers are full of false hypocrisie,
2609: Ours of true zeale, and deepe integritie:
2610: Our prayers do out-pray his, then let them haue
2611: That mercy, which true prayers ought to haue.
2612:
Bul.
Good Aunt stand vp.
2613:
Dut.
Nay, do not say stand vp.
2614: But Pardon first, and afterwards stand vp.
2615: And if I were thy Nurse, thy tongue to teach,
2616: Pardon should be the first word of thy speach.
2617: I neuer long'd to heare a word till now:
2618: Say Pardon (King,) let pitty teach thee how.
2619: The word is short: but not so short as sweet,
2620: No word like Pardon, for Kings mouth's so meet.
2621:
Yorke.
Speake it in French (King) say Pardon'ne moy.
2622:
Dut.
Dost thou teach pardon, Pardon to destroy?
2623: Ah my sowre husband, my hard-hearted Lord,
2624: That set's the word it selfe, against the word.
2625: Speake Pardon, as 'tis currant in our Land,
2626: The chopping French we do not vnderstand.
2627: Thine eye begins to speake, set thy tongue there,
2628: Or in thy pitteous heart, plant thou thine eare,
2629: That hearing how our plaints and prayres do pearce,
2630: Pitty may moue thee, Pardon to rehearse.
2631:
Bul.
Good Aunt, stand vp.
2632:
Dut.
I do not sue to stand,
2633: Pardon is all the suite I haue in hand.
2634:
Bul.
I pardon him, as heauen shall pardon mee.
2635:
Dut.
O happy vantage of a kneeling knee?
2636: Yet am I sicke for feare: Speake it againe,
2637: Twice saying Pardon, doth not pardon twaine,
2638: But makes one pardon strong.
2639:
Bul.
I pardon him with all my hart.
2640:
Dut.
A God on earth thou art.
2641:
Bul.
But for our trusty brother-in-Law, the Abbot,
2642: With all the rest of that consorted crew,
2643: Destruction straight shall dogge them at the heeles:
2644: Good Vnckle helpe to order seuerall powres
2645: To Oxford, or where ere these Traitors are:
2646: They shall not liue within this world I sweare,
2647: But I will haue them, if I once know where.
2648: Vnckle farewell, and Cosin adieu:
2649: Your mother well hath praid, and proue you true.
2650:
Dut.
Come my old son, I pray heauen make thee new.
2651: [ Exeunt.]

2652: [ Enter Exton and Seruants.]

2653:
Ext.
Didst thou not marke the King what words hee
2654: spake?
2655: Haue I no friend will rid me of this liuing feare:
2656: Was it not so?
2657:
Ser.
Those were his very words.
2658: [ Ex.]
Haue I no Friend? (quoth he:) he spake it twice,
2659: And vrg'd it twice together, did he not?
2660:
Ser.
He did.
2661: [ Ex.]
And speaking it, he wistly look'd on me,
2662: As who should say, I would thou wer't the man
2663: That would diuorce this terror from my heart,
2664: Meaning the King at Pomfret: Come, let's goe;
2665: I am the Kings Friend, and will rid his Foe. [ Exit.]

2666: Scaena Quarta.
2667: [ Enter Richard.]

2668:
Rich.
I haue bin studying, how to compare
2669: This Prison where I liue, vnto the World:
2670: And for because the world is populous,
2671: And heere is not a Creature, but my selfe,
2672: I cannot do it: yet Ile hammer't out.
2673: My Braine, Ile proue the Female to my Soule,
2674: My Soule, the Father: and these two beget
2675: A generation of still breeding Thoughts;
2676: And these same Thoughts, people this Little World
2677: In humors, like the people of this world,
2678: For no thought is contented. The better sort,
2679: As thoughts of things Diuine, are intermixt
2680: With scruples, and do set the Faith it selfe
2681: Against the Faith: as thus: Come litle ones: & then again,
2682: It is as hard to come, as for a Camell
2683: To thred the posterne of a Needles eye.
2684: Thoughts tending to Ambition, they do plot
2685: Vnlikely wonders; how these vaine weake nailes
2686: May teare a passage through the Flinty ribbes
2687: Of this hard world, my ragged prison walles:
2688: And for they cannot, dye in their owne pride.
2689: Thoughts tending to Content, flatter themselues,
2690: That they are not the first of Fortunes slaues,
2691: Nor shall not be the last. Like silly Beggars,
2692: Who sitting in the Stockes, refuge their shame
2693: That many haue, and others must sit there;
2694: And in this Thought, they finde a kind of ease,
2695: Bearing their owne misfortune on the backe
2696: Of such as haue before indur'd the like.
2697: Thus play I in one Prison, many people,
2698: And none contented. Sometimes am I King;
2699: Then Treason makes me wish my selfe a Beggar,
2700: And so I am. Then crushing penurie,
2701: Perswades me, I was better when a King:
2702: Then am I king'd againe: and by and by,
2703: Thinke that I am vn-king'd by Bullingbrooke,
2704: And straight am nothing. But what ere I am, [ Musick]

2705: Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
2706: With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd
2707: With being nothing. Musicke do I heare?
2708: Ha, ha? keepe time: How sowre sweet Musicke is,
2709: When Time is broke, and no Proportion kept?
2710: So is it in the Musicke of mens liues:
2711: And heere haue I the daintinesse of eare,
2712: To heare time broke in a disorder'd string:
2713: But for the Concord of my State and Time,
2714: Had not an eare to heare my true Time broke.
2715: I wasted Time, and now doth Time waste me:
2716: For now hath Time made me his numbring clocke;
2717: My Thoughts, are minutes; and with Sighes they iarre,
2718: Their watches on vnto mine eyes, the outward Watch,
2719: Whereto my finger, like a Dialls point,
2720: Is pointing still, in cleansing them from teares.
2721: Now sir, the sound that tels what houre it is,
2722: Are clamorous groanes, that strike vpon my heart,
2723: Which is the bell: so Sighes, and Teares, and Grones,
2724: Shew Minutes, Houres, and Times: but my Time
2725: Runs poasting on, in Bullingbrookes proud ioy,
2726: While I stand fooling heere, his iacke o'th' Clocke.
2727: This Musicke mads me, let it sound no more,
2728: For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits,
2729: In me it seemes, it will make wise-men mad:
2730: Yet blessing on his heart that giues it me;
2731: For 'tis a signe of loue, and loue to Richard,
2732: Is a strange Brooch, in this all-hating world.
2733: [ Enter Groome.]

2734:
Groo.
Haile Royall Prince.
2735:
Rich.
Thankes Noble Peere,
2736: The cheapest of vs, is ten groates too deere.
2737: What art thou? And how com'st thou hither?
2738: Where no man euer comes, but that sad dogge
2739: That brings me food, to make misfortune liue?
2740:
Groo.
I was a poore Groome of thy Stable (King)
2741: When thou wer't King: who trauelling towards Yorke,
2742: With much adoo, at length haue gotten leaue
2743: To looke vpon my (sometimes Royall) masters face.
2744: O how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld
2745: In London streets, that Coronation day,
2746: When Bullingbrooke rode on Roane Barbary,
2747: That horse, that thou so often hast bestrid,
2748: That horse, that I so carefully haue drest.
2749:
Rich.
Rode he on Barbary? Tell me gentle Friend,
2750: How went he vnder him?
2751:
Groo.
So proudly, as if he had disdain'd the ground.
2752:
Rich.
So proud, that Bullingbrooke was on his backe;
2753: That Iade hath eate bread from my Royall hand.
2754: This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
2755: Would he not stumble? Would he not fall downe
2756: (Since Pride must haue a fall) and breake the necke
2757: Of that proud man, that did vsurpe his backe?
2758: Forgiuenesse horse: Why do I raile on thee,
2759: Since thou created to be aw'd by man
2760: Was't borne to beare? I was not made a horse,
2761: And yet I beare a burthen like an Asse,
2762: Spur-gall'd, and tyrd by iauncing Bullingbrooke.
2763: [ Enter Keeper with a Dish.]

2764:
Keep.
Fellow, giue place, heere is no longer stay.
2765:
Rich.
If thou loue me, 'tis time thou wer't away.
2766:
Groo.
What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall
2767: say. [ Exit.]

2768:
Keep.
My Lord, wilt please you to fall too?
2769:
Rich.
Taste of it first, as thou wer't wont to doo.
2770:
Keep.
My Lord I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton,
2771: Who lately came from th' King, commands the contrary.
2772:
Rich.
The diuell take Henrie of Lancaster, and thee;
2773: Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
2774:
Keep.
Helpe, helpe, helpe.
2775: [ Enter Exton and Seruants.]

2776:
Ri.
How now? what meanes Death in this rude assalt?
2777: Villaine, thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument,
2778: Go thou and fill another roome in hell.
2779: [ Exton strikes him downe.]

2780: That hand shall burne in neuer-quenching fire,
2781: That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand,
2782: Hath with the Kings blood, stain'd the Kings own land.
2783: Mount, mount my soule, thy seate is vp on high,
2784: Whil'st my grosse flesh sinkes downward, heere to dye.
2785:
Exton.
As full of Valor, as of Royall blood,
2786: Both haue I spilt: Oh would the deed were good.
2787: For now the diuell, that told me I did well,
2788: Sayes, that this deede is chronicled in hell.
2789: This dead King to the liuing King Ile beare,
2790: Take hence the rest, and giue them buriall heere. [ Exit.]

2791: Scoena Quinta.
2792: [ Flourish. Enter Bullingbrooke, Yorke, with
other Lords & attendants]

2794:
Bul.
Kinde Vnkle Yorke, the latest newes we heare,
2795: Is that the Rebels haue consum'd with fire
2796: Our Towne of Cicester in Gloucestershire,
2797: But whether they be tane or slaine, we heare not.
2798: [ Enter Northumberland.]

2799: Welcome my Lord: What is the newes?
2800:
Nor.
First to thy Sacred State, wish I all happinesse:
2801: The next newes is, I haue to London sent
2802: The heads of Salsbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent:
2803: The manner of their taking may appeare
2804: At large discoursed in this paper heere.
2805:
Bul.
We thank thee gentle Percy for thy paines,
2806: And to thy worth will adde right worthy gaines.
2807: [ Enter Fitz-waters.]

2808:
Fitz.
My Lord, I haue from Oxford sent to London,
2809: The heads of Broccas, and Sir Bennet Seely,
2810: Two of the dangerous consorted Traitors,
2811: That sought at Oxford, thy dire ouerthrow.
2812:
Bul.
Thy paines Fitzwaters shall not be forgot,
2813: Right Noble is thy merit, well I wot.
2814: [ Enter Percy and Carlile.]

2815:
Per.
The grand Conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
2816: With clog of Conscience, and sowre Melancholly,
2817: Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue:
2818: But heere is Carlile, liuing to abide
2819: Thy Kingly doome, and sentence of his pride.
2820:
Bul.
Carlile, this is your doome:
2821: Choose out some secret place, some reuerend roome
2822: More then thou hast, and with it ioy thy life:
2823: So as thou liu'st in peace, dye free from strife:
2824: For though mine enemy, thou hast euer beene,
2825: High sparkes of Honor in thee haue I seene.
2826: [ Enter Exton with a Coffin.]

2827:
Exton.
Great King, within this Coffin I present
2828: Thy buried feare. Heerein all breathlesse lies
2829: The mightiest of thy greatest enemies
2830: Richard of Burdeaux, by me hither brought.
2831:
Bul.
Exton, I thanke thee not, for thou hast wrought
2832: A deede of Slaughter, with thy fatall hand,
2833: Vpon my head, and all this famous Land.
2834: [ Ex.]
From your owne mouth my Lord, did I this deed.
2835:
Bul.
They loue not poyson, that do poyson neede,
2836: Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead,
2837: I hate the Murtherer, loue him murthered.
2838: The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
2839: But neither my good word, nor Princely fauour.
2840: With Caine go wander through the shade of night,
2841: And neuer shew thy head by day, nor light.
2842: Lords, I protest my soule is full of woe,
2843: That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow.
2844: Come mourne with me, for that I do lament,
2845: And put on sullen Blacke incontinent:
2846: Ile make a voyage to the Holy-land,
2847: To wash this blood off from my guilty hand.
2848: March sadly after, grace my mourning heere,
2849: In weeping after this vntimely Beere. [ Exeunt.]

2850: FINIS.
2851: The life and death of King Richard
2852: the Second