2668Rich. I haue bin studying, how to compare

2669This Prison where I liue, vnto the World:

2670And for because the world is populous,

2671And heere is not a Creature, but my selfe,

2672I cannot do it: yet Ile hammer't out.

2673My Braine, Ile proue the Female to my Soule,

2674My Soule, the Father: and these two beget

2675A generation of still breeding Thoughts;

2676And these same Thoughts, people this Little World

2677In humors, like the people of this world,

2678For no thought is contented. The better sort,

2679As thoughts of things Diuine, are intermixt

2680With scruples, and do set the Faith it selfe

2681Against the Faith: as thus: Come litle ones: & then again,

2682It is as hard to come, as for a Camell

2683To thred the posterne of a Needles eye.

2684Thoughts tending to Ambition, they do plot

2685Vnlikely wonders; how these vaine weake nailes

2686May teare a passage through the Flinty ribbes

2687Of this hard world, my ragged prison walles:

2688And for they cannot, dye in their owne pride.

2689Thoughts tending to Content, flatter themselues,

2690That they are not the first of Fortunes slaues,

2691Nor shall not be the last. Like silly Beggars,

2692Who sitting in the Stockes, refuge their shame

2693That many haue, and others must sit there;

2694And in this Thought, they finde a kind of ease,

2695Bearing their owne misfortune on the backe

2696Of such as haue before indur'd the like.

2697Thus play I in one Prison, many people,

2698And none contented. Sometimes am I King;

2699Then Treason makes me wish my selfe a Beggar,

2700And so I am. Then crushing penurie,

2701Perswades me, I was better when a King:

2702Then am I king'd againe: and by and by,

2703Thinke that I am vn-king'd by Bullingbrooke,

2704And straight am nothing. But what ere I am, Musick

2705Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,

2706With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd

2707With being nothing. Musicke do I heare?

2708Ha, ha? keepe time: How sowre sweet Musicke is,

2709When Time is broke, and no Proportion kept?

2710So is it in the Musicke of mens liues:

2711And heere haue I the daintinesse of eare,

2712To heare time broke in a disorder'd string:

2713But for the Concord of my State and Time,

2714Had not an eare to heare my true Time broke.

2715I wasted Time, and now doth Time waste me:

2716For now hath Time made me his numbring clocke;

2717My Thoughts, are minutes; and with Sighes they iarre,

2718Their watches on vnto mine eyes, the outward Watch,

2719Whereto my finger, like a Dialls point,

2720Is pointing still, in cleansing them from teares.

2721Now sir, the sound that tels what houre it is,

2722Are clamorous groanes, that strike vpon my heart,

2723Which is the bell: so Sighes, and Teares, and Grones,

2724Shew Minutes, Houres, and Times: but my Time

2725Runs poasting on, in Bullingbrookes proud ioy,

2726While I stand fooling heere, his iacke o'th' Clocke.

2727This Musicke mads me, let it sound no more,

2728For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits,

2729In me it seemes, it will make wise-men mad:

2730Yet blessing on his heart that giues it me;

2731For 'tis a signe of loue, and loue to Richard,

2732Is a strange Brooch, in this all-hating world.

2734Groo. Haile Royall Prince.

2735Rich. Thankes Noble Peere,

2736The cheapest of vs, is ten groates too deere.

2737What art thou? And how com'st thou hither?

2738Where no man euer comes, but that sad dogge

2739That brings me food, to make misfortune liue?

2740Groo. I was a poore Groome of thy Stable (King)

2741When thou wer't King: who trauelling towards Yorke,

2742With much adoo, at length haue gotten leaue

2743To looke vpon my (sometimes Royall) masters face.

2744O how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld

2745In London streets, that Coronation day,

2746When Bullingbrooke rode on Roane Barbary,

2747That horse, that thou so often hast bestrid,

2748That horse, that I so carefully haue drest.

2749Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me gentle Friend,

2750How went he vnder him?

2751Groo. So proudly, as if he had disdain'd the ground.

2752Rich. So proud, that Bullingbrooke was on his backe;

2753That Iade hath eate bread from my Royall hand.

2754This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.

2755Would he not stumble? Would he not fall downe

2756(Since Pride must haue a fall) and breake the necke

2757Of that proud man, that did vsurpe his backe?

2758Forgiuenesse horse: Why do I raile on thee,

2759Since thou created to be aw'd by man

2760Was't borne to beare? I was not made a horse,

2761And yet I beare a burthen like an Asse,

2762Spur-gall'd, and tyrd by iauncing Bullingbrooke.

2764Keep. Fellow, giue place, heere is no longer stay.

2765Rich. If thou loue me, 'tis time thou wer't away.

2766Groo. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall

2767say. Exit.

2768Keep. My Lord, wilt please you to fall too?

2769Rich. Taste of it first, as thou wer't wont to doo.

2770Keep. My Lord I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton,

2771Who lately came from th' King, commands the contrary.

2772Rich. The diuell take Henrie of Lancaster, and thee;

2773Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.

2774Keep. Helpe, helpe, helpe.

2776Ri. How now? what meanes Death in this rude assalt?

2777Villaine, thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument,

2778Go thou and fill another roome in hell.

2780That hand shall burne in neuer-quenching fire,

2781That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand,

2782Hath with the Kings blood, stain'd the Kings own land.

2783Mount, mount my soule, thy seate is vp on high,

2784Whil'st my grosse flesh sinkes downward, heere to dye.

2785Exton. As full of Valor, as of Royall blood,

2786Both haue I spilt: Oh would the deed were good.

2787For now the diuell, that told me I did well,

2788Sayes, that this deede is chronicled in hell.

2789This dead King to the liuing King Ile beare,

2790Take hence the rest, and giue them buriall heere. Exit.