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I am deny'd to sue my livery here,
And yet my letters-patents give me leave :
My father's goods are all diftrain'd, and sold;
And these, and all, are all amiss employ'd.
What would you have me do? I am a subject,
And challenge law : Attornies are deny'd me;
And therefore personally I lay my claim
To my inheritance of free descent.

North. The noble duke hath been too much abus'd.
Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right.
Willo. Base men k by his endowments are made great.

York. My lords of England, let me tell you this, -I have had feeling of my


And labour'd all I could to do him right:
But in this kind to come, in braving arms,
Be his own carver, and cut out his way,
To find out right with wrong,-it may not be ;
And you, that do abet him in this kind,
Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.

North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is
But for his own : and, for the right of that,
We all have strongly sworn to give him aid ;
And let him ne'er fee joy, that breaks that oath.

York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arins ;
I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
Because my power is weak, and all ill left:
But, if I could, by Him that gave me life,
I would attach you all, and make you stoop
Unto the sovereign mercy of the king ;
But, since I cannot, be it known to you,
I do remain as neuter.

So, fare

you Unless you please to enter in the castle, And there repose you for this night. by bis endowments]-through his possessions bestowed on them.


well ;


Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
But we must win your grace, to go with us
To Bristol castle ; . which, they say, is held
By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices,
The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away.

York. It may be, I will go with you :- but yet I'll pause;
For I am loath to break our country's laws.
Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are :
Things paft redress, are now with me past care. [Exeunt.



Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol.
Enter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Ross, Percy,

Willoughby, with Bushy and Green, prisoners.
Boling. Bring forth ihese men.--
Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls
(Since presently your souls must part your bodies)
With too much urging your pernicious lives,
For 'were no charity : yet, to wash your blood
From off my hands, here, in the view of men,
I will unfold some causes of your death.
You have misled a prince, a royal king,
A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappy'd and disfigur'd' clean.
You have, in manner, with your " sinful hours,
Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him ;

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Broke the poffeffion of a royal bed,
And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.
Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth;
Near to the king in blood, and near in love,
'Till you did make him misinterpret me,
Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,
And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,
Eating the bitter bread of banishment:


have fed upon my "signories,
Dispark'd my parks, and felld my forest woods ;
From mine own windows torn my houshold coat,
Raz'd out my impress, leaving me no fign,-
Save men's opinions, and my living blood,
To shew the world I am a gentleman.
This, and much more, much more than twice all this,
Condemns you to the death :-See them deliver'd over
To execution and the hand of death.

Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me,
Than Bolingbroke to England.-Lords, farewell.

Green. My comfort is that heaven will take our fouls,
And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them dif-

patch'd. -
Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house ;
For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated :
Tell her, I send to her my kind commends ;
Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.

York. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd
With letters of your love to her at large,

Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle,–*Come, my lords, away; A while to work, and, after, holiday.

[Exeunt. n fignories, ]-lord ships.

impress, ]—motto.
Com?, my lords,,
(to tghe evilh Chiridower and his complices)
Saiji 10 work, olid, afier, bulivaj,


S CE N E : II.


In Wales.

Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. Cap. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the king ; Therefore we will disperfe ourselves : farewell.

Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.

Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay-trees in our country all are wither'd, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change ; Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap, The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other, to enjoy by rage and war : These signs forerun the death of kingsFarewell ; our countrymen are gone and fled, As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. [Exit.

Sal. Ah, Richard ! with eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory, like a shooting star, Fall to the base earth from the firmament! Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest : Thy friends are fed, to wait upon thy foes ; And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. [Exeunt.

pro enjoy by rage and war: 1-in hopes of enjoying by rapine and violence.




The Coast of Wales.

A Castle in View.

Flourish : drums and trumpets,

Enter' King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of Carlisle, and Sol

diers. K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand?

Aum. Yea, "my lord : How brooks your grace the air, After your late tossing on the breaking feas?

K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep for joy, To ftand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do falute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : As a long-parted mother 9 from her child Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in 'meeting i So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense : But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Doing annoyance to the treacherous feer, Which with usurping steps do trample thee. Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies : And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder; Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies. Mock not my sense!efs conjuration, lords ; This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones

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werping. s Guard it,]--Place an adder there by way of guard,

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