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Why should I then be false ; since it is true Mes. Whoerer spoke it, it is true, my lord. That I must die here, and live hence by truth? Lewis. Well; keep good quarter and good cate I say again, if Lewis do win the day,

to-night: He is forsworn, if ever those eyes of yours The day shall not be up so soon as I, Behold another day break in the east:

5|To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. (Eseum. But eventhis vight,--whose black contagious breath Alreadysmokes about the burning crest

S CE N E VI.
Of the old, feeble,and day-wearied sun,
Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire;

An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey. Paying the fine ot rated treachery,

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Enter Fculcenbridge, and Hubert, severally.
Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly,
If Lewis by your assistance win the day.

or I shoot,
Commend me to one Hubert with your king; Faulc. A friend : What art thou?
The love of him,--and this respect besides, Hub. Of the part of England.
For that my grandsire was an Englishman, 115 Faule. Whither dost thou go?
Awakes my conscience to confess all this.

Hub. What's that to thee? Why may I not de In lieu whereof, I pray you, hear me hence

mand
From forth the noise and runour of the field; Of thine affairs as well as thou of mine?
Where I may think the remnant of iny thoughts Faulo. Hubert, I think.
In peace, and part this body and my soul 20 Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought:
With contemplation and devout desires. [soul I will, upon all hazards, well believe

Sal. We do believe thee,-and beshrew my Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so But I do love the favour and the forin

Who art thou?

well: Of this most fair occasion, by the which

Faulc. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, We will untread the steps of damned flight; 25 Thou may'st befriend ine so much, as to think And like a bated and retired flood,

(come one way of the Plantagenets. Leaving our rankness and irregular course, Hub. Unkind remembrance ! thou, and eyeless Stoop low within those bounds we have o'er-look'd,

night, And calınly run on in obedience,

Have doneme shame :--Brave soldier, pardon me, Even to our ocean, to our great king John. 30 Thut any accent, breaking from thy tungue, My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; Should scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. For I do see the cruel panys of death [flight; Faulc. Come, come, sans compliment, what Right' in thine eye.--Away, my friends! New

news abroad?

(night, And happy newness, that intends old right. Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of

[Exeunt, leading off Melun 35 To find you out. SCENE V.

Foulc: Brief, then, and what's the news?

Hub. O my sweet sir, news hitted to the night, A different part of the French Camp. Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. [news; Enter Lewis and his train.

Faulc. Shew me the very wound of this ill

40 I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. Lewis. The sun of heaven, methought, was loth

Hub. The king, I fear, is poison’d by a monk : to set;

I left him almost speechless, and broke out
But staid, and made the western welkin blush,
When the English measur'd backward their own

To acquaint you with this evil, that you might

The better arın you to the sudden time,

45 Than if you had at leisure knowu of this. In faint retire: Oh, bravely came we off, When with a volley of our needless shot,

Faulc. How did he take it? who did taste to him! After such bloody toil, we bid good night ;

Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, And wound our iaiter'd colours clearly up,

Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king

Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. Last in the field, aud alınost lords of it!

50 Faulc. Who didst thou leave to lend his majesty! Enter a Messenger.

Hub. Why, know you not the lords are all Ales. Where is my prince, the Dauphin?

come back, Luis. Here :- What news?

[lords, And brought prince Henry in their company; Nies. The count Melun is slain; the English It whose request the king hath pardoned then, By his persuasion, are again fallen off: 55 And they are all about his majesty. And your supplies, which you have wislı'd so long, Faulc. Withhold thine indignation, mighty beaAre cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin-sands. And temptus not to bear above our power!-(ven, Lereis. Ah foul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy I'll tell thee, Hubert, balf my power this night, Yery heart!

Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, I did not think to be so sad to-night,

60 These Lincoln washes bave devonred them; As this hath made me. Who was he, that said, Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. King J itu did fiy, an hour or two before, Away, before! conduct me to the king: The stumbling night did part our weary powers? I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. (Ercunt, ! Right signifies immediate; this sense, however, is now obsolete.

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S CE N E VII.

| My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, The Orchard in Swinstead-Abbey.

Which holds but 'till thy news be uttered;

And then all this thou seest, is but a clod, Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot.

And module of confounded royalty. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood

5 Faule. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward : Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain [house) Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him; (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling. For, in a night, the best part of my power, Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, As I upon advantage did remove, Foretell the ending of mortality.

Were in the washes, all unwarily,
Enter Pembroke.

10 Devoured by the unexpected flood. [The kingdies, Pemb. His highness yet doth speak; and holds Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead belief,

an ear.That, being brought into the open air,

My liege! my lord! But now a king,—now thus, . It would allay the burning quality,

Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop, Of that fell poison which assaileth him. 15 What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,

Hen. Let himbe broughtinto theorchard here. When this was now a king, and now is clay!
Doth he still rage ?

Faulc. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, Pemb. He is more patient

To do the office for thee of revenge ; Than when you left hiin: even now he sung. And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,

Hen. O vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes, 20 As it on earth hath been thy servant still.In their continuance, will not feel themselves. Now, now, you stars, that move in your right Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts,

spheres,

[faiths; Leaves thein : invisible his siege is now,

Where be your powers? Shew now your mended Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds And instantly return with me again, With many legions of strange fantasies; 25To push destruction, and perpetual shame, Which in their throng and press to that last hold, Out of the weak door of our fainting land: Confound themselves. Tis strange, that death Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; should sing:

The Dauphin rages at our very heels, I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,

Sal. It seems, you know not then so muchas we Who chaunts a doleful hymn to his own death; 30 The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin; His soul and body to their lasting rest.

And brings from bim such offers of our peace Sal. Beofgoorl comfort, prince; for you are born As we with honour and respect may take, To set a form upon that indigest

With purpose presently to leave this war. Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. 35 Faulc. He will the rather do it, when he sees King John brought in.

Ourscives well sinewed to our defence. K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; room;

For many carriages he hath dispatch'd It would not out at windows, nor at doors. To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel There is so hot a summer in my bosom, 40 To the disposing of the cardinal: That all my bowels crumble up to dust:

With whoin yourself, myself, and other lords, I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen

If you think meet, this afternoon will post l'pon a parchment; and against this tire

To consummate this business happily. Do I shrink up

Faulo. Letit beso:—And you, my noble princs, Hen. How fares your majesty ? [cast off: 45 With other princes that may best bespar'd,

K. John. Poisoned,-ill fare;-dead, forsook. Shall wait upon your father's funeral. And none of you will bid the winter come,

Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; To thrust his icy fingers in my maw; .

For so he will'd it.
Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course Faulc. Thither shall it then.
Through my burn'd bosom; nor intreat the north 50 and happily may your sweet self put on
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, The lineal state and glory of the land!
And comfort ine with cold:--I donotask you much, l'o whom, with all submission, on my knee,
I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait, I do bequeath my faithful services
And so ingrateful, you deny me that.

And true subjection everlastingly,
Hen. Oh, that there were some virtue inmytears, 55| Sul. And the like tender of our love we make,
That might relieve you!

To rest without a spot for evermore. [thanks, K. John. The salt of them is hot.

Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you Within me is a hell ; and there the poison

And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize

Fuulc. Oh, let uz pay the time but needful woe, On unreprieveable condemned blood. 160 Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.Enter Faulconbridge.

This England never did, nor never shall, Faulc. Oh, I am scalded with my violent motion, Lye at the proud foot of a conqueror, And spleen of speed to see your majesty.

But when it first did help to wound itself. K.John.Oh,cousin, thou artcometoset mine eye: Now these her princes are come home again, The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burnt; 165 Come the three corners of the world in arms, [rue, And all the shrowds, wherewith my life should sail, And we shall shock them: nought shall make us Are turned to one thread, one little hair; lif Englaụd to itself dorest but true.[Exeunt Omres.

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THE LIFE AND DEATH

OF

KING RICHARD II.

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Larry King.

PERSONS REPRESENTE D. King RICHARD the Second,

Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND. EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of

Percy, son to Northumberland. York.

Uncles to the Lord Ross John of GAUNT, Duke of Lan .

Lord WILLOUGHBY. caster.

Lord FitzWATER. HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Bishop of Carlisle. Hereford, afterwards King Henry the Fourth, Sir STEPHEN SCROOP. son to John of Guunt.

Lord Marshal; and another Lord. Duke of AUMERLE’, son to the Duke of York. Abbot of WESTMINSTER. Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.

Sir Pierce of Exton.
Duke of SURREY.

Captain of a Band of Welchmen.
Earl of SALISBURY.
Earl BERKLEY.

Queen to King Richard.

Dutchess of Gloster. Bagot, Creatures to King Richard.

Dutchess of YORK.
GREEN,

Ladies, attending on the Queen.
Heralds, Two Gardeners, Keeper, Afessenger, Groom, and other Attendants.

SCENE, dispersedly, in England and Wales.

RUSAY,

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SCENE I.

Or worthily, as a good subject should,
The Court.

On some known ground of treachery in him?

Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that arEnter King Richard, John of Gaunt, zith other

gument, Noblemen and Attendants.

5 On some apparent danger seen in him, 1. Rich.OLD John of Gaunt, time-honour'di Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice. Lancaster,

K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face Hast thou, according to thy oath and band",

to face, Brought hither Henry llereford thy bold son ; And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will bear Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, 10 The accuser, and the accused, freely speak :Which then our leisure would not let us hear, High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Gaunt. I have, my liege.

[him, Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded Boling. Many years of happy days befal If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; 115 My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!

* This history, however, comprises little more than the two last years of this prince. The action of the drama begins with Boling broke's appealing the duke of Norfolk, on an accusation of bigh treason, which fell out in the year 1398; and it closes with the murder of king Richard at Pomfret-castle towards the end of the year 1400, or the beginning of the ensuing year. · Aumerle is the French for what we now call Albemarle, which is a town in Normandy. Mr. Steevens says, it ought to be Lord Berkley, as there was no Earl Berkley 'till some ages aiter. Now spelt Roos, one of the duke of Rutland's titles. ! i.e. bond 11

Δοτυο. .

Hatters us,

Moxb. Each day still better other's happiness; Or chivalrous design of knightly trial: Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, And, when I mount, alive may I not light, Add an immortal title to your crown!

If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! (charge? K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's

5. It must be great, than can inherit us' As well appeareth by the cause you coine ; So much as of a thought of ill in him. [true;Namely, to appeal each other of high treason. Boling. Look, what I said, my life shall prove it Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousandnobles, Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray: In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers;

Boling. First (heavenbethe recordtomyspeech!) 10 The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, In the devotion of a subject's love,

Like a false traitor, and injurious villain. Tendering the precious safety of my prince, Besides I say, and will in battle prove, — And free from other misbegoiten hate,

Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge Come l appellant to this princely presence.

That ever was survey'd by English eye, Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, 115 That all the treasons, for these eighteen years And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, Complotted and contrived in this land, (spring, My body shall make good upon this earth, Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.

Further I say, -and further will maintain Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant ;

Upon his bad life, to make all this good, Too good to be so, and too bad to live; 20 That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, Suggest his soon-believing adversaries; The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

And, consequently, like a traitor coward, [blood; Once more, the more to aggravate the nole, Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, And wish (so please my sovereign) ere I move, 25 Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, What my tongue spcaks, my right-drawn' sword To me, for justice, and rough chastisement; may prove.

[zea!: And, by the glorious worth of my descent, Moub. Let not my cold words here accuse iny This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. STis not the trial of a woman's war,

K. Rich. How high a pitch hisresolutiou soars! The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, 30Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain ;

Mozb. O, let my sovereign turn away kis face, The blood is bot, that must be cool'd for this. And bid bis ears a little while be deaf, Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, 'Till I have told this slander of his blood, As to be busli’d, and nought at all to say: llow God, and good men, hate so foula liar. (ears: First, the fair reverence of your bighness curbs me, 35 K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, Which else would post, until it had return'd (As he is but my father's brother's son) These terms of treason doubled down his throat. Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow, Setting aside his high blood's royalty,

Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood And let hiin be no Kinsman to my liege, 40 Should nothing privilege him, por partialize. I do defy him, and I spit at bim;

The unstooping tirinness of my upright soul: Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain: He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou; Which to maintain, I would allow hiin odds ; Free speech, and fearless, i to thee allow. And meet him, were I ty'd to run a-foot

Mozeb. Then, Bolingbroke, as low astothy heart, Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,

45 Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest! Or any other ground inbabitable

Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, Where ever Englishman durst set his foot. Disburs'd I to his highness' soldiers : Mean time, let this deiend my loyalty, -- The other part reserv dl by consent; By all my hopes, most falselv dotlı he lie.

For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw 30 Upon remainder of a dear account, my gage,

Since last I went to France, to fetch his queen: Disclaiming here the kindred of a king;

Now swallow down ibat lie.For Gloster's And lay aside my high b!ood's royalty,

death, -Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except: I slew him not; but, to mine own disgrace, liguilty dread hath left thee so much strength, 55 Seglected my sworn duty in that case.As to take up inine honour's pawn, then stoop; For you, my noble lord of Lancaster, By that, and all the rights of knighthood else, The honourable father to my foe,Will I make good against thee, arm to arın, Once did I lay an ambush for your life, What I have spoke, or thou canst worst devise. A trespass that doth rex my grieved soul :

Mowb. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, 60 But, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament, Which gently lay'd myknighthood on my shoulder, I did confess it ; and exactly begg'd I'll answer thee in any fair degree,

(our grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it. Meaning his sword drawn in a right or just cause. ? i. e. not habitable. Si. e, possess us.

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