Fitzw. Surry, thou lieft.

Surry. Difhonourable boy!

That lie fhall lye fo heavy on my fword,
That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
'Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lye
In earth as quiet as thy father's fcull.

In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.

Fitzw. How fondly doft thou fpur a forward horse?

If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,

"I dare meet Surry in a wilderness,

And spit upon him, whilft I fay, 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 fay,
That thou, Aumerle, didft fend two of thy men
To execute the noble duke at Calais.

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Aum. Some honest Christian truft me with a gage, That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this,

If he may be repeal'd to try his honour.

Boling. These differences shall all rest under gage,
'Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be,
And, though mine enemy, reftor'd again

To all his land and fignories; when he's return'd,
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

Carl. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.-
Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought

For Jefu Chrift; in glorious Chriftian field

"I dare meet, &c.]" And dare me to the defert with thy fword.". MACBETH, A& III. S. 4. Macb.

• new world,]-upon the ftage of which I have juft entered.

P with a gage,]-another, a fecond hood, his own being pledged already.

VOL. III.

Ff

Streaming

Streaming the enfign of the Chriftian cross,
Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens :
And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself
To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure foul unto his captain Christ,
Under whofe colours he had fought fo long.
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Carl. As fure as I live, my lord.

Boling. Sweet peace conduct his fweet foul to the bofor
Of good old Abraham !-Lords appellants,
Your differences fhall all reft under gage,

'Till we affign you to your days of trial.

Enter York, attended.

York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing foul
Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields
To the poffeffion of thy royal hand:

Afcend his throne, defcending now from him,-
And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!
Boling. In God's name, I'll afcend the regal throne.
Carl. Marry, God forbid !-

Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
Yet beft befeeming me to speak the truth.
Would God, that any in this noble prefence
Were enough noble to be upright judge
Of noble Richard; then true nobleness would
Learn him forbearance from fo foul a wrong.
What fubject can give fentence on his king?
And who fits here, that is not Richard's fubject?
Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be seen in them:
And fhall the figure of God's majesty,

His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
Be judg'd by fubject and inferior breath,

And he himself not prefent? O, forbid it, God,
That, in a Chriftian climate, fouls refin'd
Should fhew fo heinous, black, obscene a deed!
I speak to subjects, and a fubject speaks,
Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king.
My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
And if you crown him, let me prophefy,-
The blood of English fhall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act;
Peace fhall go fleep with Turks and infidels,
And, in this feat of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound;
Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,

Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
The field of Golgotha and dead mens' fculls.
O, if

you rear this house against this house,

It will the wofulleft divifion prove,

That ever fell upon this curfed earth:

Prevent, refift it, let it not be fo,

Left childrens' children cry against you-woe!

North. Well have you argu'd, fir; and, for your pains,

Of capital treafon we arreft you here:

My lord of Westminster, be it your charge

To keep him fafely till his day of trial.—

May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' fuit? Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may furrender; fo we fhall proceed

Without fufpicion.

York. I will be his conduct.

[Exit.

Procure

Boling. Lords, you that here are under our arreft,

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Procure your fureties for your days of answer :-
Little are we beholden to your love,

And little look'd for at your helping hands.

Re-enter York, with King Richard.

[To Carlife.

K. Rich. Alack, why am I fent for to a king,
Before I have fhook off the regal thoughts
Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd
To infinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee :
Give forrow leave a while to tutor me

To this fubmiffion. Yet I well remember
The 'favours of these men: Were they not mine?
Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me?
So Judas did to Chrift: but, he in twelve,

Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand, none.
God fave the king!-Will no man say, amen?
Am I both prieft and clerk? well then, amen.
God fave the king! although I be not he;
And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.-
To do what service, am I sent for hither?

York. To do that office, of thine own good will,
Which tired majefty did make thee offer,-

The refignation of thy ftate and crown

To Henry Bolingbroke.

K. Rich. Give me the crown :-Here, coufin, feize the

crown;

Here, coufin, on this fide, my hand; on that fide, thine.
Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
That owes two buckets filling one another;
The emptier ever dancing in the air,

The other down, unfeen, and full of water:
That bucket down, and full of tears, am I,

Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

A favours]-features.

owes]-is furnished with. Boling.

Boling. I thought, you had been willing to refign. K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs are mine: You may my glories and my state depose,

But not my griefs; ftill am I king of those.

Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your crown. K. Rich. Your cares fet up, do not pluck my cares down.

'My care is

lofs of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: The cares I give, I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.

Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown?

K. Rich. Ay, no ;-no, ay ;-for I muft nothing be; Therefore no no, for I refign to thee.

Now mark me how I will undo myself :-
I give this heavy weight from off
my head,
And this unwieldy fcepter from my hand,
The pride of kingly fway from out my heart;
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my facred state,
With mine own breath release all duteous oaths;
All

pomp and majesty I do forfwear;

My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;

My acts, decrees, and ftatutes I deny :

God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee!
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd;
And thou with all pleas'd, that haft all atchiev'd!
Long may'st thou live in Richard's feat to fit,
And foon lie Richard in an earthy pit!

God fave king Henry, unking'd Richard fays,

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My care is]-My grief is that my regal cares, to which I have been accustomed, are at an end.