Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling "apricocks, Which, like unruly children, make their fire Stoop with oppreffion of their prodigal weight; Cut off the heads of too faft-growing sprays, с Shewing, as in a model, our firm ftate? When our fea-walled garden, the whole land, Gard. Hold thy peace : He that hath fuffer'd this diforder'd fpring, Gard. They are; and Bolingbroke Hath feiz'd the wasteful king.-What pity is it, C b apricocks,]-the old fpelling. "Feed him with apricecks." MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, Vol. II. p. 37. Queen. as in a model, our firm flute ?]-the firmness of our little fate. Left, Left, being over-proud with fap and blood, d Which waste and idle hours hath quite thrown down. Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be depos'd? Gard. Deprefs'd he is already; and depos❜d, 'Tis doubted, he will be: Letters came last night To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, That tell black tidings. Queen. Oh, I am prefs'd to death, through want of fpeaking! [Coming from her concealment. Thou old Adam's likeness, fet to drefs this garden, How dares thy harfh tongue found this unpleafing news? What Eve, what ferpent hath 'fuggefted thee To make a fecond fall of curfed man? Why dost thou fay, king Richard is depos'd? Dar'ft thou, thou little better thing than earth, Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd: a waste of idle bours. I am prefs'd to death,]-alluding to the old legal torture. Thy harsh rude tongue found this unpleafing news? fuggefted]-tempted. Befides Befides himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs king Richard down.-Poft you to London, and you'll find it fo; I speak no more than every one doth know. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art fo light of foot, Doth not thy embaffage belong to me, And am I last that knows it? oh, thou think'st !— I would, the plants, thou graft'ft, may never grow. I would my skill were fubject to thy curfe.- Rue, even for ruth, here fhortly shall be seen, ACT IV. [Exeunt Gard. and ferv. SCENE I. London. The Parliament-boufe. Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, Surry, bishop of Carlisle, abbot of Westminster, berald, officers, and Bagot. Boling. Call forth Bagot : Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; four berb of grace:]-rue fo called, from being used in exorcifms, or because the holy water was fprinkled with it. h for ruth,]-for pity's fake. HAMLET, A& IV. S. 5. Opb. What What thou doft know of noble Glofter's death; Bagot. Then fet before my face the lord Aumerle. Boling. Coufin, ftand forth, and look upon that man. Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know, your daring tongue Scorns to unfay what once it hath deliver❜d. In that dead time when Glofter's death was plotted, Aum. Princes, and noble lords, Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. i timeless]-untimely. k my fair fars,]-high defcent. Iftand on fympathies,]-equality of blood-if it can only be dif played upon thy equals. There There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: Aum. Thou dar'ft not, coward, live to fee the day. And, that thou art fo, there I throw my gage, Over the glittering helmet of my foe! Another Lord. I tafk thee to the like, forfworn Aumerle ; And fpur thee on with full as many lies As may be hollow'd in thy treacherous ear From fun to fun: there is my honour's pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'ft. Aum. Who fets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you. Surry. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk. And you can witness with me, this is true. Surry. As falfe, by heaven, as heaven itself is true. I tafk thee to the like,]-I put thy valour to the fame test-I take the earth-thy oath-task by beart. |