Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life and Death of Richard the Second.
1865Ser. What are they dead?
¶Gard. They are,
¶Oh, what pitty is it, that he had not so trim'd
¶Aad drest his Land, as we this Garden, at time of yeare,
1870And wound the Barke, the skin of our Fruit-trees,
¶Least being ouer-proud with Sap and Blood,
¶With too much riches it confound it selfe?
¶Had he done so, to great and growing men,
¶They might haue liu'd to beare, and he to taste
1875Their fruites of dutie. Superfluous branches
¶We lop away, that bearing boughes may liue:
¶Which waste and idle houres, hath quite thrown downe.
¶'Tis doubted he will be. Letters came last night
¶To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes,
¶That tell blacke tydings.
1890Dar'st thou, thou little better thing then earth,
¶Diuine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how
¶Cam'st thou by this ill-tydings? Speake thou wretch.
¶Gard. Pardon me Madam. Little ioy haue I
1895King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
¶Of Bullingbrooke, their Fortunes both are weigh'd:
¶In your Lords Scale, is nothing but himselfe,
¶And some few Vanities, that make him light:
¶But in the Ballance of great Bullingbrooke,
¶And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe.
¶I speake no more, then euery one doth know.
¶To meet at London, Londons King in woe.
1910What was I borne to this: that my sad looke,
¶Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke.
¶Gard'ner, for telling me this newes of woe,
¶I would the Plants thou graft'st, may neuer grow.
Exit.
¶Heere did she drop a teare, heere in this place
¶In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene.
Exit.
1920
Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima.
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Enter as to the Parliament, Bullingbrooke, Aumerle, Nor-
¶_thumberland, Percie, Fitz-Water, Surrey, Carlile, Abbot
¶Bullingbrooke. Call forth Bagot.
1925Now Bagot, freely speake thy minde,
¶Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd
¶Bag. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
¶Scornes to vnsay, what it hath once deliuer'd.
¶In that dead time, when Glousters death was plotted,
¶I heard you say, Is not my arme of length,
¶As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head.
¶Amongst much other talke, that very time,
¶The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes,
1940Then Bullingbrookes returne to England; adding withall,
¶Aum. Princes, and Noble Lords:
1945On equall termes to giue him chasticement?
¶There is my Gage, the manuall Seale of death
¶That markes thee out for Hell. Thou lyest,
¶In thy heart blood, though being all too base
¶There is my Gage, Aumerle, in Gage to thine:
¶And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart,
¶Where it was forged with my Rapiers point.
1965Fitz. Now by my Soule, I would it were this houre.
¶Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this.
¶In this Appeale, as thou art all vniust:
¶And that thou art so, there I throw my Gage
1970To proue it on thee, to th'extreamest point
¶Of mortall breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'st.
¶Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
¶And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele,
¶Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe.
1975Surrey. My Lord Fitz-water:
¶I do remember well, the very time
¶Aumerle, and you did talke.
¶Fitz. My Lord,
¶'Tis very true: You were in presence then,
¶As Heauen it selfe is true.
¶That it shall render Vengeance, and Reuenge,
¶Till thou the Lye-giuer, and that Lye, doe lye
¶In earth as quiet, as thy Fathers Scull.
¶In proofe whereof, there is mine Honors pawne,
Fitz-
