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Is full of weeds ; her fairest flowers chok'd up,
Hold thy peace :-
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
That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land,
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.
The Lords Spiritual on the right side of the Throne;
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
Princes, and noble lords,
On equal terms to give him chastisement ?
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
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,
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
foe! Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn Au
merle ; And spur thee on with full as
lies be holla’d in thy treacherous ear From sun to sun: there is
honour's Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st. Aum. Who sets me else ? by heaven, I'll throw at all :
I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
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
Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage,
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