That, by confessing them, the souls of men K. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel out Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop, And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,- North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these articles. K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see: And yet salt water blinds them not so much, But they can see a sort of traitors here. Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself, 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. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haughtt, insult- Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,- To melt myself away in water-drops!— glass. Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking[Exit an attendant. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth come. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come to hell. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland. North. The commons will not then be satisfied. K. Rich. 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 that glass, and therein will I read.- And made no deeper wounds?-O, flattering glass, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face, As brittle as the glory is the face; [Dushes 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. Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow of your face. K. Rich. Say that again. The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see :- Boling. Name it, fair cousin. K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why, I am greater than a king: For, when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but subjects; being now a subject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg. Boling. Yet ask. K. Rich. And shall I have? Boling. You shall. K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. Boling. Whither? K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your sights. Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the Tower. K. Rich. O, good! Convey? Conveyers are you all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. [Exeunt K. Rich. some lords, and a guard. Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. [Exeunt all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle, and Aumerle. Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. * Jugglers, also robbers.. Car. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. London. A street leading to the Tower. Enter Queen, and Ladies. Queen. This way the king will come; this is the way To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected towert, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth Enter King Richard, and guards. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.- * Conceal... + Tower of London. Thou map of honour; thou King Richard's tomb, And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee, When triumph is become an ale-house guest? K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not So, To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, Which our profane hours here have stricken down. Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind Transform'd and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but I had been still a happy king of men. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France: Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak'st, As from my death-bed, my last living leave. In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long ago betid+: And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, Tell thou the lamentable fall of me, *Picture of greatness. + Passed. |