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Is full of weeds ; her fairest flowers chok'd up,
Her fruit-trees all unprun’d, her hedges ruin'd,
Her knots 3 disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs
Swarming with caterpillars?
Gard.

Hold thy peace :-
He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring,
Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf :
The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did

shelter, That seem'd in eating him to hold

him up, Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke; I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.

1 Serv. What are they dead ? Gard.

They are; and Bolingbroke Hath seiz'd the wasteful king. Oh! What pity

is it,

That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land,
As we this garden! We at time of year
Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees ;
Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood,
With too much riches it confound itself:
Had he done so to great and growing men,
They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste
Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live:
Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,
Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be

depos'd?
Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd,
'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night
To a dear friend of the good duke of York's,
That tell black tidings.
Queen.

O, I am press'd to death, Through want of speaking!-Thou, old Adam's likeness, [ Coming

from her concealment, Set to dress this garden, how dares

3 Figures planted in box.

Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news ? Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd ? Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth, Divine his downfal? Say, where, when, and how, Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.

Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I, To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd : In

your lord's scale is nothing but himself, And some few vanities that make him light; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Besides himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. Post you to London, and you'll find it so; I speak no more than every one doth know. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of

foot, Doth not thy embassage belong to me, And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st To serve me last, that I may longest keep Thy sorrow in my breast. - Come, ladies, go, To meet at London London's king in woe. What, was I born to this! that my sad look Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke? Gardener, for telling me this news of woe, I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow.

[Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be

no worse, I would, my

skill were subject to thy curse. Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace : Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping queen. [Exeunt.

ACT THE FOURTH.

SCENE I.

London. Westminster-Hall.

man.

The Lords Spiritual on the right side of the Throne;
the Lords Temporal on the left; the Commons below.
Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY,
NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, un-
other Lord, Bishop of CARLISLE, Abbot of West-
MINSTER, and Attendants. Officers behind, with
BAGOT.
Boling. Call forth Bagot:
Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

Vhat thou dost know of noble er's death; Who wrought it with the king, and who perform’d The bloody office of his timeless end ?

Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring

tongue
Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.
In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted,
I heard you say,—Is not my arm of length,
That reacheth from the restful English court
As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?
Amongst much other talk, that

very time,
I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,
Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
In this your cousin's death.
Aum.

Princes, and noble lords,
What answer shall I make to this base man?
Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,

On equal terms to give him chastisement ?
Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd
With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.
There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest,
And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false,
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up.

Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.

Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine : By that fair sun that shows me where thou stand'st, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest ; And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

Aum. Thou dar’st not, coward, live to see that

day.

Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Aum. Fitzwater, thou art doom'd to hell for this.

Percy. Aumerle, thou liest ; his honour is as true,
In this appeal, as thou art all unjust:
And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
To prove it on thee to the extremest point
Of mortal breathing ; seize it, if thou dar’st.

Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
And never brandish more revengeful steel
Over the glittering helmet of ту.

foe! Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn Au

merle ; And spur thee on with full as

many

lies be holla’d in thy treacherous ear From sun to sun: there is

my

honour's Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st. Aum. Who sets me else ? by heaven, I'll throw at all :

As may

pawn;

then;

I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.

Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well The

very time Aumerle and you did talk. Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence And you can witness with me, this is true. Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is

true. Fitz. Surrey, thou liest. Surrey.

Dishonourable boy ! That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, That it shall render

vengeance

and

revenge,
Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie
In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.
In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.

Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
And spit upon him, whilst I

say,

he lies,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,
To tie thee to my strong correction.
As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal :
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say,
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage,
That Norfolk lies : here do I throw down this,
If he may be repeal'd to try his honour.

Beling. These differences shall all rest under gage, Till Norfolk be repeald : repeal'd he shall be, And, though mine enemy, restor'd again To all his land and signories ; when he's return'd, Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field

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