2122Rich. I, no; no, I: for I must nothing bee:

2123Therefore no, no, for I resigne to thee.

2124Now, marke me how I will vndoe my selfe.

2125I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head,

2126And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand,

2127The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart.

2128With mine owne Teares I wash away my Balme,

2129With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne,

2130With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State,

2131With mine owne Breath release all dutious Oathes;

2132All Pompe and Maiestie I doe forsweare:

2133My Manors, Rents, Reuenues, I forgoe;

2134My Acts, Decrees, and Statutes I denie:

2135God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee,

2136God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee.

2137Make me, that nothing haue, with nothing grieu'd,

2138And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all atchieu'd.

2139Long may'st thou liue in Richards Seat to sit,

2140And soone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit.

2141God saue King Henry, vn-King'd Richard sayes,

2142And send him many yeeres of Sunne-shine dayes.

2143What more remaines?

2144North. No more: but that you reade

2145These Accusations, and these grieuous Crymes,

2146Committed by your Person, and your followers,

2147Against the State, and Profit of this Land:

2148That by confessing them, the Soules of men

2149May deeme, that you are worthily depos'd.

2150Rich. Must I doe so? and must I rauell out

2151My weau'd-vp follyes? Gentle Northumberland,

2152If thy Offences were vpon Record,

2153Would it not shame thee, in so faire a troupe,

2154To reade a Lecture of them? If thou would'st,

2155There should'st thou finde one heynous Article,

2156Contayning the deposing of a King,

2157And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath,

2158Mark'd with a Blot, damn'd in the Booke of Heauen.

2159Nay, all of you, that stand and looke vpon me,

2160Whil'st that my wretchednesse doth bait my selfe,

2161Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,

2162Shewing an outward pittie: yet you Pilates

2163Haue here deliuer'd me to my sowre Crosse,

2164And Water cannot wash away your sinne.

2165North. My Lord dispatch, reade o're these Articles.

2166Rich. Mine Eyes are full of Teares, I cannot see:

2167And yet salt-Water blindes them not so much,

2168But they can see a sort of Traytors here.

2169Nay, if I turne mine Eyes vpon my selfe,

2170I finde my selfe a Traytor with the rest:

2171For I haue giuen here my Soules consent,

2172T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King;

2173Made Glory base; a Soueraigntie, a Slaue;

2174Prowd Maiestie, a Subiect; State, a Pesant.

2175North. My Lord.

2176Rich. No Lord of thine, thou haught-insulting man;

2177No, nor no mans Lord: I haue no Name, no Title;

2178No, not that Name was giuen me at the Font,

2179But 'tis vsurpt: alack the heauie day,

2180That I haue worne so many Winters out,

2181And know not now, what Name to call my selfe.

2182Oh, that I were a Mockerie, King of Snow,

2183Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke,

2184To melt my selfe away in Water-drops.

2185Good King, great King, and yet not greatly good,

2186And if my word be Sterling yet in England,

2187Let it command a Mirror hither straight,

2188That it may shew me what a Face I haue,

2189Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie.

2190Bull. Goe some of you, and fetch a Looking-Glasse.

2191North. Read o're this Paper, while y^e Glasse doth come.

2192Rich. Fiend, thou torments me, ere I come to Hell.

2193Bull. Vrge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.

2194North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd.

2195Rich. They shall be satisfy'd: Ile reade enough,

2196When I doe see the very Booke indeede,

2197Where all my sinnes are writ, and that's my selfe.

2199Giue me that Glasse, and therein will I reade.

2200No deeper wrinckles yet? hath Sorrow strucke

2201So many Blowes vpon this Face of mine,

2202And made no deeper Wounds? Oh flatt'ring Glasse,

2203Like to my followers in prosperitie,

2204Thou do'st beguile me. Was this Face, the Face

2205That euery day, vnder his House-hold Roofe,

2206Did keepe ten thousand men? Was this the Face,

2207That like the Sunne, did make beholders winke?

2208Is this the Face, which fac'd so many follyes,

2209That was at last out-fac'd by Bullingbrooke?

2210A brittle Glory shineth in this Face,

2211As brittle as the Glory, is the Face,

2212For there it is, crackt in an hundred shiuers.

2213Marke silent King, the Morall of this sport,

2214How soone my Sorrow hath destroy'd my Face.

2215Bull. The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy'd

2216The shadow of your Face.

2217Rich. Say that againe.

2218The shadow of my Sorrow: ha, let's see,

2219'Tis very true, my Griefe lyes all within,

2220And these externall manner of Laments,

2221Are meerely shadowes, to the vnseene Griefe,

2222That swells with silence in the tortur'd Soule.

2223There lyes the substance: and I thanke thee King

2224For thy great bountie, that not onely giu'st

2225Me cause to wayle, but teachest me the way

2226How to lament the cause. Ile begge one Boone,

2227And then be gone, and trouble you no more.

2228Shall I obtaine it?

2229Bull. Name it, faire Cousin.

2230Rich. Faire Cousin? I am greater then a King:

2231For when I was a King, my flatterers

2232Were then but subiects; being now a subiect,

2233I haue a King here to my flatterer:

2234Being so great, I haue no neede to begge.

2235Bull. Yet aske.

2236Rich. And shall I haue?

2237Bull. You shall.

2238Rich. Then giue me leaue to goe.

2239Bull. Whither?

2240Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your sights.

2241Bull. Goe some of you, conuey him to the Tower.

2242Rich. Oh good: conuey: Conueyers are you all,

2243That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall.

2244Bull. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set downe

2245Our Coronation: Lords, prepare your selues. Exeunt.

2246Abbot. A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld.

2247Carl. The Woes to come, the Children yet vnborne,

2248Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne.

2249Aum. You holy Clergie-men, is there no Plot

2250To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot.

2251Abbot. Before I freely speake my minde herein,

2252You shall not onely take the Sacrament,

2253To bury mine intents, but also to effect

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