22652091Heere let vs rest, if this rebellious earth,

22662092Haue any resting for her true Kings Queene. ( Enter Ric.

22682093But soft, but see, or rather doe not see,

22692094My faire Rose wither, yet looke vp, behold,

22702095That you in pittie may dissolue to deaw,

22712096And wash him fresh againe with true loue teares.

22722097Ah thou the modle where olde Troy did stand!

22732098Thou mappe of honour, thou King Richards tombe,

22742099And not King Richard: thou most beauteous Inne,

22752100Why should hard fauourd greife be lodged in thee,

22762101When triumph is become an alehouse guest?

22772102Rich. ioyne not with greife faire woman, doe not so,

22782103To make my end too sudden, learne good soule,

22792104To thinke our former state a happie dreame,

22802105From which awakt the trueth of what we are

22812106Shewes vs but this: I am sworne brother (sweet)

22822107To grim necessitie, and he and I,

22832108Will keepe a league till death. Hie thee to Fraunce,

22842109And cloister thee in some religious house,

22852110Our holy liues must win a new worlds crowne,

22862111Which our prophane houres heere haue throwne downe.

22872112Quee. what is my Richard both in shape and minde

22882113Transformd and weakned? hath Bullingbrooke,

22892114Deposde thine intellect? hath he been in thy hart?

22902115The Lyon dying thrusteth foorth his pawe,

22912116And woundes the earth if nothing else with rage,

22922117To be ore-powr'd, and wilt thou pupill-like

22932118Take the correction, mildly kisse the rod,

22942119And fawne on Rage with base humilitie,

22952120Which art a Lion and the king of beasts.

22962121King. a King of beasts indeed, if aught but beasts,

22972122I had been still a happie King of men.

22982123Good (sometimes Queene) prepare thee hence for France,

22992124Thinke I am dead, and that euen here thou takest

23002125As from my death bed thy last liuing leaue;

23012126In winters tedious nights sit by the fire,

23022127with good old folkes, and let them tell the tales,

23032128Of woefull ages long agoe betidde: