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• Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
S C Ε Ν Ε II.
Enter Northumberland attended North. My Lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is change'd: You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, Madam, there is order ta’en for
you; With all swift speed you must away to France.
K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
North. My guilt be on my head, and there's an end ! Take leave and
forthwith. K. Rich. Doubly divorce'd ? bad men ye violate A twofold marriage; 'twixt
my crown and
me, And then betwixt me and my married wise. Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me.
[To the Queen.. And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. Part us, Northumberland : 1, towards the north, Where shiv'ring cold and sickness pines the clime; My Queen to France ; from whence, set forth in pomp, She came adorned hither like sweet May !
to their beds," for why? the senseless brands will sympa: hize The heavy accent of thy moving tongue, And in compassion weep the fire cut: And some will mourn in aihes, some coal-black, For the deposing of a rightful King, SCENE, &c.
Sent back like Hollowmas, or shortest day: 5.1:?:?
Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part ?
[They kiss. Queen. Give me mine own again ; 'twere no good
part, Totake on me to keep, and kill thy heart." [Kiss again. So, now I have mine own again, be gone, That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
K.Rich. We make woe wanton'with this fond delay.' Once more, adieu; the rest let forrow fay: [Exeunt. SCENE III.': The Duke of rork's palace.
£nter, York, and his Duchess. Duch. My Lord, you told me, you would tell the When weeping made you break the story off, [rest, Of our two cousins coming into London.
York. Where did I leave!
Duch. At that fad stop, my Lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands, from window-tops, Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.
York. “Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, * Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed.
Which his afpiring rider feem'd to know, · With flow, but itately pace, kept on his course ; While all tongues cry'd, God save thee, Bolingbroke!
but little policy.
K. Rich. So two together weeping, make one woe.
• You would have thought the very windows fpake,
Upon his visage ; and that all the walls • With paint'd imag'ry had said at once,
Jesu, preserve thee! welcome Bolingbroke! ... Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, • Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck,
Bespoke them thus : I thank you, countrymen ; • And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.'
Duch. Alas! poor Richard, where rides he the while?
Even so, or with much more contempt, mens' eyes • Did fcowl on Richard; no man cry’d, God save him! : No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: • But duft was thrown upon his facred head ; • Which with such gentle sorrow h fhook off, • His face still combating with tears and smiles,
The badges of his grief and patience; "That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd • The hearts of men, they must perforce have meltedo • And barbarism itself have pitied him.' But heav'n hath a hand in thele events, To whose high will we bound our calm contents. To Bolingbroke are we sworn ubjects now, Whose state and honour 1 tor ay allow..
SCENE IV. Enter Aumerle,
York. Aumerle that was,
Duch. Welcome, my lon; who are the violets now,
Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care.
before you come to prime. What news from Oxford hold those jofts and triumphs? Aum. For aught I know, they do. York. You will be there? Aum. If God prevent me not, I purpose fo.
York. What feal is that which hangs without thy boYea, look'st thou pale ? let me see the writing. [lom?
Aum. My Lord, 'tis nothing.
York. No matter then who sees it.
Aun. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me:
York. Which, for some reasons, Sir, I mean to see. I fear, I fear
Dutch. What should you fear, my Lord ? Tis nothing but some bond he's enter'd into, For gay apparel, against the triumph.
York. Bound to himself? what doth he with a bond, That he is bound to ? wife, thou art a fool. Boy, let me see the writing.
Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not fhewit. Tork. I will be satisfied, let me see it, I fay.
[Snatches it, and reads. Treason! foul treason ! villain, traitor, slave !
Dutch. What's the matter, my Lord ?
York. Hoa, who's within there : faddle my horse. Heav'n, for his mercy! what treachery is here !
Duch. Why, what is't, my Lord ?
horse. Now by my honour, by my life, my troth, I will appeach the villain.
Duch. What is the matter ? York. Peace, foolish-woman. Duch. I will not peace: what is the matter, fon? Aum. Good mother, be content; it is no more Than my poor
life must answer. Duch. Thy life answer !
SCENE V. Enter Servant with boots. York. Bring me my boots. I will unto the King. Duch. Strike him, Aumerle. (Poor boy, thou art amaz’d). I 2
Hence, villain, never more come in my light.
[Speaking to the Servant. York. Give me my boots.
Duch. Why, York, what wilt thou do?
York. Thou fond mad-woman,
Dutch. He shall be none.
York. Away, fond woman: were he twenty-times My son, I would appeach him.
Duch. Had'st thou gron'd for him, As I have done, thou’dt be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect, That I have been difoyal to thy bed, And that he is a bastard, not thy son. Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind : He is as like thee as a man may be, Nor like to me, nor any of my kin, And yet I love him. York. Make way, unruly woman.
[Exit. Duch. After, Aumerle ; mount thee upon his horse; Spur poft, and get before him to the King, And beg thy pardon, ere he do accuse thee. I'll not be long behind; though I be old, I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: And never will I rise
from the ground, Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI. Changes to the court at Windsor-castle.
Enter Bolingbroke, Percy, and other Lords. Boling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty fon? 'Tis full tliree months fince I did see him falt.