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Are idly bent' on him that enters next,

I will appeach the villain. Thinking his prattle to be tedious :

Dutch. What's the matter? Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes York. Peace, foolish woman.

[for! Did fcowl on Richard; noman cry'd, God save him ; Durch. I will not peace :

What is the matter,
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : dum. Good mother, be content; it is no more
But duft was thrown upon his sacred head; Than my poor life must antwer.
Which with such gentle lorrow he thook of, Dutch. Thy life answer !
His face ftill combating with tears and smiles,

Enter Servant, with bonts.
The badges of liis grief and patience,

York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the king. That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd Durb. Strike hiin, Aumerle.---Poor boy, thou The heats of men, they must perforce have melted,

art anaz'd :And barbartm ittelf have pitied him.

Hence, villain ; never more come in my sight.--
But heaven hath a hand in these events ;

[Speaking to the servant.
To whose high will we bound our calm contents. Yo-k. Give me my booty, 1 tay.
To Boling broke are se sworn fubjects now, Duich. Why, York, what wilt thou do?
Whofe Itate and honour I for aye allow. Wilt thou nor hide the trespass of thine own?
Enter dumarle.

Have we more lons? or are we like to have ?
Durch. Here comes my son Aumerle.

Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?
Tork. Aumerie that was 2 ;

And wilt thou pluck my fair ion from mine ago
But that is lost, for being Richard's friend, And rob me of a happy mother's name?
And, madam, you mut call him Rutland now : Is he not like thee? is he not thine own!
I am in parliament pledge for his truth,

Bork. Thou fond mad woman,
And lafting fealty to the new-made king. (now, Wilt thou conceal this dark contpiracy?

Durch. Welcome, my lon: Who are the violets A dozen of them here have ta'en the facrament,
That itrew the green lap of the new-come spring? | And interchangeably let down their hands,

Aum. Madam, Iknow not, nor I greatly care not; | To kill the king at Oxford. God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. [time, Ditch. He ihall be none;

York. Well, bear you well 3 in this new spring of We'll keep him here: Then what is that to him? Left you

be cropt before you come to prinie. York. Away, fond wonian! were be twenty What news from Oxford? Hold those justs and tri- My son, I would appeach him.

[times umphs ?

Durch. Hadft thou groan'd for him,
Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do. As I have done, thou oft be more pitiful.
York. You will be there, I know.

But now I know' thy mind; thou dost suspect,
Aum. If God prevent me not; I purpose fo. That I have been disloyal to thy bed,
York. What seal is that, that hangs without thy And that he is a battard, not thy fon :
botom ?

Sweet York, sweet hutband, be not of that minde
Yea, look it thou pale? let me see the writing. He is as like thee as a man may be,
Hum. My lord, 'tis nothing.

Not like to me, or any of my kin,
York. No matter then who fees it :

And yet I love him. I will be satisfy'd, let me see the writing.

wuk. Make way, unruly woman. [Exit. (hurte ; Aum. I do befeech your grace to pardon me ; Durib. After, Aumerle : mount thee upon his It is a matter of small consequence,

Spur, poft; and get before him to the king, Which for some reasons I would not have feen. And beg thy pardon ere hie du acuute thee.

York. Which for some reatons, far, I mean to fee. I'll not be long bolund; though I be old, I fear, I fear,

I doubt not but to side as fast as York: Durch. What should you fear

And never will I rit up from the ground, 'Tis nothing but foine bons, that he is enier d into "Till Bolingbroke bave pardun'u thee : Away. For gay apparel, against the triumph.. hond

[Exeurs. work. Bound to himself? what doth he with a

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That he is bound tv? Wife, thou art a fool.
Boy, let me see the writing.

(thew it.

The Comt at lindfor Cofile.
Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not Enter Bultagiroke, lety, and ober Lords.
Bork. I will be satisfied ; let me see it, I jay. Boliny. Can no man teil of my unthrifty fon?

(Snatches it unit reads. 'Tis full three months, since I did see him lit:Treason ! foul treafon villain! traitor! llave ! If

anny plague hang over us, 'tis he. Dutch. What is the matter, my lord ?

i would to leaven, niy lords, he might be found;
York. Ho! who is within there ? laddle my horse. Enquire at London ’mongst the taveris there,
Heaven, for his mercy! what treachery is here! For there, they say, he daily Joih frequent,
Dutch. Why, what is it, niy lord ?

With unrestrained loote companions;
York. Give me my boots, 1 say; faudle my horse:- Eren such, they fay, as stand in narrow lanes,
Now by mine honour, by my life, niy truth, Aud beat our watch, and rob our pallengers;

I i. e. carelesly turned. 2 From Holinfhed we larn, that the dukes of numerie, Surry, and Exeter, were by an act of Henry's tirti parliament deprived of their dukcdoins, but allowed io rc:ain their caridom: vt Rurland, Kent, and lluntingdon. j i. c. conduct yourtilt with prudence.



While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy, Thy overflow of good converts to bad 2 ;
Takes on the point of honour, to support

And thy abundant goodness Mall excuse
So diffolute a crew.

[prince; This deadly blot in thy digreffing 3 son. Perry. My lord, some two days fince I saw the York. So fhall my virtue be his vice's bawd , And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford. And he shall spend mine bionour with his shame, Biling. And what said the gillant ?

As thriftlefs fons their scraping fathers' gold. Perry. His answer was,-he would unto theftews; Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, And from the common'st creature pluck a glove, Or my shum'd life in his dishonour lies : And wear it as a favour ; and with that

Thou kill it me in his life; giving him breath, He would unhorfe the luftiett challeger. [both The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. Boling. As diffolute, as desperate : yet, through

[Dulibils within. I fee tome sparkles of a better lope,

Dutch. What ho, my liegel for heaven's fake, Which elder days may happily bring forth.

let me in.

[cager cry? But who comes here?

Baling. What thrill-voic'd suppliant makes this Enter dumerke, amazed.

Durcb. A woman, and thine auf, great king; Aun. Where is the king ?

'tis I. Boling. What means

Speak with me, pity me, open the door ; Our coulin, that he itares and looks so wildly? A beggur begs, that never begg'd before. Aur. God save your grace! I do beseech your Beling. Our scene is alter'd, from a serious thing, majesty,

And now chang’d to the Beggar ard the King To have some conference with your grace alune. My dangerous coufin, let your mother in ; Buling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here I know, she's come to pray for your foul sin. alone.

York. If thou do pardon, whosoever prily, What is the matter with our cousiu now? More fins, for this forgiveness, prosper may. Ain. For ever may iny knees grow to the earth, This fetter'd joint cit ott, the rest reits found;

[ Kneels. This, let alone, will all the rest confound. My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,

Enter Dutcbels. Calefs a pardon, ere I rile, or peak !

Durch. Oking, believe not this hard-hearted man; Boling. Intended, or connitted, was this fault : Love, loving not itself, none other can. If but the firít, how heinous ere it be,

York. Thou frantic woman, what doft thou do To win thy after-love, I pardon thee. [key, Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear ?

Aun. Then give me leave that I may turn the Durch. Sweet York, be patient; Hear me, That no man enter 'till my tale be done.

gentle liege.

[Knielso Bcling. Have thy desire. [York within. Boling. Rise up, good aunt.

York. My liege, beware ; look to thyself; Durch. Not yet, I thee beseech :
Thou hart a traitor in thy presence there. For ever will I kneel upon my knees,

Boling. Villain, I'll make thee safe. [Drawing. And never lee day that the happy fees,
Aum. Stay thy revengeful hand;

'Till thou give joy ; until thou bid me joy, Thop haft no cause to fear.

By pardoning Rutland, my tranfgretling boy. Yo-k. Open the door, fecere, fool-hardy king : dum. Unto my mother's prayers, I bend my Shall I, for lo e, speak trenson to thy face?


[Kneels. Open the door, or I will break it open.

York. Against them both, my true joints bended Tbi hing opens the door, enter York.


[ Kimcelso Boling. What is the matter, uncle : speak; Ill may'st thou thrive, if thou grant any grace ! Recover breath; tell us how near is danger,

Durch. Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face; That we may arm us to encounter it. (know His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jeft;

York. Peruse this writing here, and thou thalt His words come from his moutlı, ours from our The treason that my haite forbids me show. [p.ist:

breast: Aum. Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise He prays but faintly, and would be deny'd ; I do repent mc; read not my name there, We pray with heart, and icul, and all beside ; My heart is not confederate with my hand. His weary joints would gladly rile, I know ;

To k.'Twas, villain,erethy hand did set it down.-- Our knees thall kneel 'till to the ground they grow : I core it from the traitor's bolom, king;

His prayers are full of false hy u crisy; Fear, and not love, he gets his penitence :

Ours, of true zeal and deep integrity. Furget to pity him, left thy pity prove

Our prayers do out-pray his; ther. let them have A ferpent that will iting thee to the heart. That mercy, which true prayers ought to have.

Boling. O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy! Boling. Good aunt, stand up. O loyal father of a treacherous fon !

Dutch. Nay, do not say-stand up; Tou sneer ', immaculate, and silver fountain, But, pardon, fnft; and afterwards, stand up. From where this stream through muddy paisages An if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, Hath held his current, and defil'd himself ! Pardon--hould be the first word of thy speech. I Sheer is pellucid, clear.

2 That is, “ The overflow of good in thee is turned to bad in thy for. 3 To digress is to deviate from what is right or regular, 4 Alluding to an interlude wcd knorisin u auibor's time.

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I never long'd to hear a word 'till now;

And here is not a creature but myself,
Say--pardon, king ; let pity teach thee how: I cannot do it ;--- Yet l'll hammer it out.
The word is short, but not 10 short as sweet ; My brain I'll prove the female to my foul ;
No word like, pardon, for kings' mouths so meet. My foul, the fither: and these two beget
York. Speak it in French, king; say, pardonnex A generation of ftill-breeding thoughts,


And these same thoughts people this little world ;
Dutch. Duit thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? In humours, like the people of this world,
Ah, my four husband, my hurd-hearted lord, For no thought is contented. The better fort,
That fet'it the word itself against the word! - As thougies of things divine-ire intermix'a
Speak, pardon, as 'tis current in our land;

With tcruples, and do set the word itself The chopping French we do not understand. Against the word 3 ; Thine eye begins to speak, set thy tongue there : As thus,--Comi, little ones; and then again, Or, in thy sitcous heart plant thou thine ear ; 1: is as bard 19 cenil, as

for a comel That, hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce, To thread the postern of a nedle's eye. Pity may move thee pardon to rehearse.

Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot Boling. Good aunt, stand up.

Unlikely wonders; how thele vain weak nails Dutıb. I do not fue to Itand,

May tear a palago through the finty ribs Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.

Oi this hard world, my ragged prison walls; Boling. I pardon him, as hea en shall pardon me. And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.

Dutib. O happy vantage of a kneeling knce ! Thoughts teuing to content, Hatter themselves, Yet am I fick for fear : speak it again ;

That they are not the first of fortune's Nares, Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain, Nor shall not be the lait: Like sily beggars, But makes one pardon strong.

Who, fitting in the stocks, refuge their shame, Boling. With all my heart

That many bave, and others must fit there : I pardon him.

And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Durch. A god on earth thou art. [the abbot , Bearing their ou n misfortune on the back

Boling. But for our trusty hrother-in-law,—and for such as have before endu'd the like. With all the rest of that conforted crew,

Thus p'ay I, in one person, many people, Destruction straight Thall dog them at the heels.- And none contented: Sometimes am I king; Good uncle, help to order several powers

Then treaion makes me with myself a beggar, To Oxford, or where-e'er these traitors are : And fo I am : Then (ruihing penury They shall not live within this world, I fu’ear, Periuades me, I was better when a king; But I will have them, if I once know where. Then am I kingad again : and, by-and-by, Uncle, farewel;-and, cousin, too, adieu : Think, that I am unking { by Bolingbroke, Your mother weil hath pray'd, and prove you true. And itraight am notning :--But, what-e'er I am, Daich. Come, my old son ; I pray heaven make Nor I, nörony man, that but man is, thce new.

(Exeunt. With nothing ihall be pleas', 'till he be eas'u S CE N E IV.

With being nothing.--Viufic do I hear? [w.lic.

Ha, ha! keep in e: -How four sweet music's, Ex:161 Extcr, and a Serzant.

When time is broke, and no proportion kept? Exton. Didit thou not mark the king, what words So is it in the music of men's lives. he fpake?

And here have I the daintineis of ear,
Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear? To hear time bicke in disorder'd Hring;
Was it not lo:

But, for the con ont of my life and tune,
Serv. Those were his very words. [twice, Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.

Exion. Have I no friend? quoth he: he fpke it I wasted time, and now duch time witte me. And urg'd it twice together; did he nut?

For now hath time male melus fun.bring click: Sinu. Hc did.

My though, are minutts; a' x, nith sijtis, they ur 4 Exion. And, speaking it, he wiltly look'd on me; Tier watches to nude eyes, three coutward watchs, As who should lay;-) would, thou wert the man Where to my finger, like a point, That would divorie this terror from my heart ;

Is pointing til', inchanístem froin tears. Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, letigo; Nou, 1:1, the found, that ielis " hat hour it is, I am the king's friend, and will rid his fue. [Z xeunt. Are camorous roans, that it: ike upon my heart, s с Е N E

Which is the bell : So fighs, and teas, and grcans, V.

Slien minutes, times, and hours :--but my time The Prison at Pomfree-Ciifile. Runs potting on in Bulingbrow's proud jor, Enter King Ricburile

Whie I itind fooling field, bijack o'i, e cluik K. Rich. I have been studying low' to compare This music mads me, let it funnet no more ; This prison, where I live, unto the world; For, though it have hope madirici tviter 1:5, And, for because the world is populous,

In me, it seems, it will make lië men med. I That is, erinfo me. 2. The abbos of livier was an ecclchaitic; but the brother-in-law meant, was Jolin dike of Ixcur and curl of Huntingdon (an brother io l... Ristad Il...!!! who had married with the lady llizabeth. line of Lenry of Bolingł roke.

? Bitte und I tu pole is meant the Scripuses. * To jur prob.bisiere icons, to make that noils which is (diled titta s Watch seems to be ufid in a double fente, for a quantity of tune, and for the mitrument whiced mcafures cimic. ore. I like or him,


Yet, blessing on his heart that gives it me! | That staggers thus my person.--Exton, thy fierce For 'tis a sign of love ; and love to Richard


(land. Is a strange brooch' in this all-hating world. "Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own Enter Groon.

Mount, mount, my soul! thy feat is up on high; Groom. Hail, royal prince !

Whilft my grofs fleth finks downward, here to die. K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer ;


Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood : The cheapeit of us is ten groats too dear. What art thou ? and how comelt thou hither,

Both have I spilt ; Oh, would the deed were goud !

For now the devil, that told me-I did well, Where no man ever comes, but that fad dog 2

Savs, that this deed is chronicled in hell. That brings me food, to make misfortune live?

This dead king to the living king I'll bear ;--Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king ; who, travelling towards Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. York,

[Ereuni. With much ado, at length have gotten leve

SCENE VI. To look upon my sometime royal master's face.

The Court at Windsor. 0, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld, In London itreets, that coronation day,

Flourish: Erter Boling broke, York, with etler Lords When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary !

and attendants. Thac horfe, that thou fo often liath bestrid;

Buling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear, 'That horse, that I so carefully have drets’d!

Is--that the rebels have consum'd with fire K. Riib. Rode he on Carbaly? Tell ine, gentle Our town of Cicester in Gluitershire ; friend,

But whether they be ta’en, or llain, we hear not. How went he under him ?

Enter Northumberland.
Gicom. So proudly, as if he disdain 'd the ground.
Á. Rich. So prouu, that Bolingbroke was on his Welcome, my lord : What is the news ?
back !

Noith. Firit to thy facred itate with I all happiness.
That jade hatlı cat brend from my royal band; The next news is,--I have to London fent
This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. The heads of Salitbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent :
Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down, The manner ct their taking may appear
(Since pride must have a fill) and break the neck At large discounted in this paper here.
Os that proud min, that did ulurp his back?

[Prejinting a piper. Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,

Buling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,

And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Walt born to bear? I was not made a horse ;

Enter Firmwater.
And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
Spur-sallid, and tir'd, by jauncing 3 Bolingbroke.

Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to

Enter Kirper, with a dish.

The heads of Biocas, and Sir Bennet Seely ;
Keep. Fellow, give place ; here is no longer stay. Two of the dangerous contorted traitors,

[To ibe Groom. That fought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. K. Ricb. If thou love nie, 'tis time thou wert away. Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, thall not be forgot ; Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart Right noble is they merit, well I wut. Thall fay.

(Exil. Keep. My lord, will 't please you to fall to? Enter Percy, with the Bisliop of Carlisle. K. Ricb. Taste of it first, as thou wert wont to do. Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of WeftKeep. My lord, I dare not ; Sir Pierce of Exton,

minster, Who late came from the king, commands the con- With clog, of conscience, and four melancholy, trary.

[thee ! Hath yielded up his body to the grave: K. Rich. The devil cake Henry of Lancaster, and Bur here is Carlisle living, to abide Patience is ftale, and I am weary of it.

Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride.

[Bears the Keepers Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom :Kiep. Help, help, help!

Chute out some secret place, fume reverend room, Enter Exton, and Servants.

More than thou haft, and with it joy thy life; K. Rich. How now ? what means death in this So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strife : rude affault?

For tho' mine enemy thou hast ever been, Villain, thineown hand yields thy death's instrument. High iparks of honour in thee have I seen.

[Snaiibing a weapon, and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. (Killi another.

Enter Exton, with a coffin. [Exion ftrikes bim down. Exton, Great king, within this coffin I present That hand fhall burn in never-quenching fire, Thy bury'd fear: herein all breathlefs lies

I i. e. is as ftrange and uncommon as a brooch, which is now no longer worn. 2 Meaning, that grace, cloumy uilt in, who brings, &c. 3 Jaunce and jaunt were lynonimous words.



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The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,

With Cain go wander through the shade of night,
Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. And never shew thy head by day nor light.-
Boling. Exton, I thank thee not ; for thou hast Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,

That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow ;
A deed of Nander, with thy fatal hand,

Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, Upon my head, and all this famous land. [deed. And put on sullen black incontinent ;

Exten. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,

Boling. They love not that do poison need, To wath this blood off from my guilty band :-
Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, March sadly after ; grace my mournings here,
I hate the murderer, love him murdered. In weeping after this untimely bier.
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,

[Exeunt amages But neither my good word, nor princely favour :


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