K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good fometime queen, prepare thee hence for France: With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, And fend the hearers weeping to their beds. Enter Northumberland, attended. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd; You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; It is too little, helping him to all; And he fhall think, that thou, which know'ft the way To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Being ne'er fo little urg'd, another way to quit their grief,]-to match their mournful ftories. Το To pluck him headlong from the ufurped throne. North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end. [To the Queen. And yet not fo, for with a kifs 'twas made.- h Sent back like Hollowmas, or shortest day. Queen. And muft we be divided? muft we part ? K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. Queen. Banifh us both, and fend the king with me. And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Hollowmas,]-All Saints, the first day of November. Since, wedding it, there is fuch length in grief. One kifs shall stop our mouths, and 'dumbly part ;- [Kifs again. K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let forrow fay. [Exeunt. Dutch. My lord, you told me, you would tell the reft, When weeping made you break the story off Of our two coufins coming into London. York. Where did I leave? Dutch. At that fad ftop, my lord, Where rude mifgovern'd hands, from window tops, Which his afpiring rider feem'd to know, With flow, but stately pace, kept on his course, i doubly. Whilft he, from one fide to the other turning, Dutch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the while? Even fo, or with much more contempt, men's eyes That had not God, for fome strong purpose, fteel'd But heaven hath a hand in thefe events; To whofe high will we bound our calm contents. Enter Aumerle. Dutch. Here comes my fon Aumerle. But that is loft, for being Richard's friend, k idly bent]-carelessly, inattentively turned. Dutch. Dutch. Welcome, my for: "Who are the violets now, That ftrew the green lap of the new-come spring? Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not; God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. York. Well, bear you well in this new fpring of time, Left you be cropt before you come to prime. What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs? Aum. If God prevent me not; I purpose fo. York. What feal is that, that hangs without thy bofom? Yea, look'st thou pale? let me fee the writing. Aum. My lord, 'tis nothing. York. No matter then who fees it: I will be fatisfy'd, let me fee the writing. Aum. I do befeech your grace to pardon me; It is a matter of fmall confequence, Which for fome reasons I would not have seen. York. Which for some reasons, fir, I mean to fee. I fear, I fear, Dutch. What fhould you fear? 'Tis nothing but fome bond, that he is enter'd into For gay apparel, against the triumph. York. Bound to himself? what doth he with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.-. Boy, let me fee the writing. Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not fhew it. York. I will be fatisfied; let me fee it, I say. [Snatches it and reads. Treafon foul treafon !-villain, traitor! flave! Dutch. What is the matter, my lord? Who are the violets now, &c.]-The prime favourites with the new king. Boy, look'ft thou pale? come let me fee the writing. York. |