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  • Title: Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Catherine Lisak
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-436-3

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Catherine Lisak
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    Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)

    The life and death of Richard the Second. 37
    1740My Subiects, for a payre of carued Saints,
    And my large Kingdome, for a little Graue,
    A little little Graue, an obscure Graue.
    Or Ile be buryed in the Kings high-way,
    Some way of common Trade, where Subiects feet
    1745May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head:
    For on my heart they tread now, whilest I liue;
    And buryed once, why not vpon my Head?
    Aumerle, thou weep'st (my tender-hearted Cousin)
    Wee'le make foule Weather with despised Teares:
    1750Our sighes, and they, shall lodge the Summer Corne,
    And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land.
    Or shall we play the Wantons with our Woes,
    And make some prettie Match, with shedding Teares?
    As thus: to drop them still vpon one place,
    1755Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues,
    Within the Earth: and therein lay'd, there lyes
    Two Kinsmen, digg'd their Graues with weeping Eyes?
    Would not this ill, doe well? Well, well, I see
    I talke but idly, and you mock at mee.
    1760Most mightie Prince, my Lord Northumberland,
    What sayes King Bullingbrooke? Will his Maiestie
    Giue Richard leaue to liue, till Richard die?
    You make a Legge, and Bullingbrooke sayes I.
    North. My Lord, in the base Court he doth attend
    1765To speake with you, may it please you to come downe.
    Rich. Downe, downe I come, like glist'ring Phaeton,
    Wanting the manage of vnruly Iades.
    In the base Court? base Court, where Kings grow base,
    To come at Traytors Calls, and doe them Grace.
    1770In the base Court come down: down Court, down King,
    For night-Owls shrike, where moũting Larks should sing.
    Bull. What sayes his Maiestie?
    North. Sorrow, and griefe of heart
    Makes him speake fondly, like a frantick man:
    1775Yet he is come.
    Bull. Stand all apart,
    And shew faire dutie to his Maiestie.
    My gracious Lord.
    Rich. Faire Cousin,
    1780You debase your Princely Knee,
    To make the base Earth prowd with kissing it.
    Me rather had, my Heart might feele your Loue,
    Then my vnpleas'd Eye see your Courtesie.
    Vp Cousin, vp, your Heart is vp, I know,
    1785Thus high at least, although your Knee be low.
    Bull. My gracious Lord, I come but for mine
    Rich. Your owne is yours, and I am yours, and
    1790Bull. So farre be mine, my most redoubted Lord,
    As my true seruice shall deserue your loue.
    Rich. Well you deseru'd:
    They well deserue to haue,
    That know the strong'st, and surest way to get.
    1795Vnckle giue me your Hand: nay, drie your Eyes,
    Teares shew their Loue, but want their Remedies.
    Cousin, I am too young to be your Father,
    Though you are old enough to be my Heire.
    What you will haue, Ile giue, and willing to,
    1800For doe we must, what force will haue vs doe.
    Set on towards London:
    Cousin, is it so?
    Bull. Yea, my good Lord.
    Rich. Then I must not say, no.
    1805 Flourish. Exeunt.

    Scena Quarta.

    Enter the Queene, and two Ladies.

    Qu. What sport shall we deuise here in this Garden,
    To driue away the heauie thought of Care?
    1810La. Madame, wee'le play at Bowles.
    Qu. 'Twill make me thinke the World is full of Rubs,
    And that my fortune runnes against the Byas.
    La. Madame, wee'le Dance.
    Qu. My Legges can keepe no measure in Delight,
    1815When my poore Heart no measure keepes in Griefe.
    Therefore no Dancing (Girle) some other sport.
    La. Madame, wee'le tell Tales.
    Qu. Of Sorrow, or of Griefe?
    La. Of eyther, Madame.
    1820Qu. Of neyther, Girle.
    For if of Ioy, being altogether wanting,
    It doth remember me the more of Sorrow:
    Or if of Griefe, being altogether had,
    It addes more Sorrow to my want of Ioy:
    1825For what I haue, I need not to repeat;
    And what I want, it bootes not to complaine.
    La. Madame, Ile sing.
    Qu. 'Tis well that thou hast cause:
    But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou weepe.
    1830La. I could weepe, Madame, would it doe you good.
    Qu. And I could sing, would weeping doe me good,
    And neuer borrow any Teare of thee.
    Enter a Gardiner, and two Seruants.
    But stay, here comes the Gardiners,
    1835Let's step into the shadow of these Trees.
    My wretchednesse, vnto a Rowe of Pinnes,
    They'le talke of State: for euery one doth so,
    Against a Change; Woe is fore-runne with Woe.
    Gard. Goe binde thou vp yond dangling Apricocks,
    1840Which like vnruly Children, make their Syre
    Stoupe with oppression of their prodigall weight:
    Giue some supportance to the bending twigges.
    Goe thou, and like an Executioner
    Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprayes,
    1845That looke too loftie in our Common-wealth:
    All must be euen, in our Gouernment.
    You thus imploy'd, I will goe root away
    The noysome Weedes, that without profit sucke
    The Soyles fertilitie from wholesome flowers.
    1850Ser. Why should we, in the compasse of a Pale,
    Keepe Law and Forme, and due Proportion,
    Shewing as in a Modell our firme Estate?
    When our Sea-walled Garden, the whole Land,
    Is full of Weedes, her fairest Flowers choakt vp,
    1855Her Fruit-trees all vnpruin'd, her Hedges ruin'd,
    Her Knots disorder'd, and her wholesome Hearbes
    Swarming with Caterpillers.
    Gard. Hold thy peace.
    He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd Spring,
    1860Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe.
    The Weeds that his broad-spreading Leaues did shelter,
    That seem'd, in eating him, to hold him vp,
    Are pull'd vp, Root and all, by Bullingbrooke:
    I meane, the Earle of Wiltshire, Bushie, Greene.
    d Ser. What,