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Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is

Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.

Dishonourable boy!
That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,
That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie
In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.
In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.

Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies, And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, To tie thee to my strong correction.As I intend to thrive in this new world, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal: Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage, That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, If he may be repeal'd to try his honour. Boling. These differences shall all rest under

gage, Till Norfolk be repealed: repeal'd be shall be, And, though mine enemy, restor'd again To all his laud and signories; when he's return'd, Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, Against black Pagans, Turks, aud Saracens : And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ; Under whose colours he had fought so long.

Boling. Wby, bishop, is Norfolk dead ?

Car. As sure as I live, my lord.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to

the bosom
Of good old Abrahain !-Lords appellants,
Your differences shall all rest under gage,
Till we assign you to your days of trial.

Enter York, attended. York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee From plume.pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields To the possession of thy royal hand: Ascend his throne, descending now from him,And long live Heury, of that name the fourth! Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal

throne, Car. Marry, God forbid ! Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. Would God, that any in this noble presence Were enough noble to be upright judge Of noble Richard; then true nobless* would Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. What subject can give sentence on his kivg? And who sits here, that is uot Richard's subject? Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear, Although apparent guilt be seen in them : And shall the figure of God's majesty, His captain, steward, deputy elect, Anointed, crowned, planted many years, Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath, And he himself not present! O, forbid it, God, That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed! I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. My lord of Hereford liere, whom you call king,

# Nobleness,

Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
And if you crown him, let me prophesy,
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act;
Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound;
Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,
Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls.
0, if you rear this house against this house,
It will the woefullest division prove,
That ever fell upon this cursed earth:
Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,
Lest child, child's children, cry against you-woe !
North. Well have you argu’d, sir; and, for your

Of capital treason we arrest yon here:
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge
To keep him safely till his day of trial.-
May't please you, lords, to grant the common's suit.
Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common

He may surrender; so we shall proceed
Without suspicion.
I will be his conduct*.

(Exit. Boling. Lords, you that are here under our arrest, Procure your sureties for your days of answer :Little are we beholden to your love,

[To Carlisle. And little look'd for at your helping hands.

# Conductor.

Re-enter York, with King Richard, and officers

bearing the crown, &c.
K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king,
Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
Wherewith I reigu'd ? I hardly yet have learn'd
To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee:-
Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me
To this submission. Yet I well remember
The favours* of these men: Were they not mine?
Did they not sometime cry, all hail ! to me?
So Judas did to Christ: but be, in twelve
Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand,

God save the king!-Will do man say, amen?
Am I botlı 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. Rich. Give me the crown:-Here, cousin, seize

the crown; Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, thine. Now is this golden crown like a deep well, That owest 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.

Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign. K. Rich. 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.

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Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your

crown. K. Rich. Your cares set up, do vot pluck my cares

down. 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.

Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown? K. Rich. 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 scepter from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart ; With mine owo tears I wash away my balm t, With mine own hands I give away my crown, With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, With mine own breath release all duteous oaths : 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, are made to thee! Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd; And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd! Long may'st 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 ? 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;

• Attend,

+ Oil of consecration,

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