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Enter a Gardiner, and two Servants. They'll talk of State ; for every one doth fo, * Against a Change ; woe is fore-run with mocks.

[Queen and Ladies retire. Gard. Go, bind thou up yond dangling Apricocks, Which, like unruly children, make their Sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Give some supportance to the bending twigs. Go thou, and, like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays, That look too lofty in our Common-wealth: All must be even in our Governinent. You thus imploy'd, I will go root away! The noisom weeds, that without profit fuck The soil's fertility from wholsom flowers.

Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale,
Keep law, and form, and due proportion,
Shewing, as in a model, s a firm state ?
When our Sea-walled garden, (the whole Land,)
Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choak'd up,
Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd,
Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs
Swarming with Caterpillars ?

Gard. Hold thy peace.
He, that hath suffer'd this disorder'd Spring,

4 Against a Change; woe is fore-run with woe.) But what was there, in the Gardiners' talking of State, for matter of so much woe? Besides, this is intended for a Sentence, but proves a very fimple one. I suppose Shakespear wrote,

woe is fore-run with MOCKS, which has fome meaning in it; and fignifies, that, when great Men are on the decline, their inferiors take advantage of their condition, and treat them without ceremony. And this we find to be the case in the following scene. But the Editors were seeking for a rhime. Tho' had they not been so impatient they would have found it gingled to what followed, tho' it did not to what went before.

5-OU-R firm. ftate ?] How could he say ours when he immediately subjoins, that it was infrm? We should rcad A firm fase.


Hath now himself met with the Fall of leaf :
The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter,
(That-feem'd, in eating him, to hold him up »
Are pullid up, root and all, by Bolingbroke ;
I mean, the Earl of Wiltshire, Buffy, Green.

Sery. What, are they dead ?

Gard. They are, And Bolingbroke hath seiz'd the wasteful King. What pity is't, that he had not so trimm'd And dreft his Land, as we this Garden dress, And wound the bark, the skin, of our fruit-trees; Left, being over proud with sap and blood, With too much riches it confound it felf; Had he done fo to great and growing men, They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: Had he done so, himself had born the Crown, Which waste and idle hours have quite thrown down. Seray. What, think you then, the King Thall be

depos’d? Gard. Deprest he is already, and depos’d, 'Tis doubted, he will be. Letters last night Came to a dear friend of the Duke of York, That tell black tidings.

[speaking : Queen. Oh, I am prest to death, through want of Thou Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden, How dares thy tongue found this unpleasing news? What Eve, what Serpent hath suggested thee, To make a second Fall of curfed man? Why dost thou say, King Richard is depos’d? Dar’st thou, (thou little better Thing than earth,) Divine his downfal ? say, where, when, and how Cam'st thou by these ill tidings ? speak, thou wretch,

Gard. Pardon me, Madam. Little joy have I To breathe these news; yet, what I say, is true ; King Richard, he is in the mighty hold


Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh’d:
In your Lord's Scale is nothing but himself,
And some few Vanities that make him light:
But in the Balance of great Bolingbroke,
Besides himself, are all the English Peers,
And with that odds he weighs King Richard down,
Post you to London, and you'll find it so;
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 know it? oh, thou think'st
To serve me laft, that I may longest keep
Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go;
To meet, at London, London's King in woe.
What, was I born to this! that my fad Look
Should grace the triumph of great Boling broke!
Gard'ner, for telling me these news of woe,
I would, the plants, thou graft'ft, may never grow,

[Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Gard. Poor Queen, so that thy state might be no worse, I would my skill were subject to thy Curse. Here did the drop a tear ; here, in this place, I'll set a bank of Rue, fow'r berb of grace ; Rue, ev'n for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping Queen.

[Ex. Gard. and Serv,




In L O N D O N.

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Enter, as to the Parliament, Bolingbroke, Aumerle,

Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, Surrey, Bishop
of Carline, Abbot of Westminster, Herald, Officers,
and Bagot.

ALL Bagot forth: now freely speak thy mind,

What thou dost know of noble Glo'ster's death; Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd The bloody office of his timeless end.

Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle.
Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.

Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
Scoms to unsay, what it hath once deliver'd.
In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted,
I heard you fay, Is not my arm of length,
That reacheth from the restful English Court
As far as Calais to my uncle's head?
Amongst much other talk that very time,
I heard you say, You rather had refuse,
The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,
Than Boling broke return to England; adding,
How bleft this Land would be in this yourCousin's death.

Aum. Princes, and noble lords,
What answer shall I make to this base man?
Shall I so much dishonour - my fair stars,
On equal terms to give him chastisement ?
Either I must, or have mine honour foild
With the attainder of his Nand'rous lips.

-his timeless end.) timeless for untimely.

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There is my Gage, the manual seal of death,
That marks thee out for hell. Thou liest,
And I'll maintain what thou hast said, is false,
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Boling. Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it

up. Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence that hath mov'd me so.

Fitzw. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, There is my Gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: By that fair Sun, that shews me where thou stand'ft, I heard thee fay, and vauntingly thou spak'it it, That thou wert cause of noble Glo'ster's death. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest And I will turn thy fallhood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

Aum. Thou dar'ft not, coward, live to see the day.
Fitzw. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.
Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.

Percy. Aumerle, thou lieft; his honour is as true,
In this appeal, as thou art all unjust;
And that thou art so, there I throw my Gage
To prove it on thee, to th' extreamest point
Of mortal breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'ít.

Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
And never brandish more revengeful steel
Over the glittering helmet of my foe!
· Who fets me elle? by heav'n, l’ll throw at all.
I have a thousand spirits in my breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.

Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I remember well
The very time Aumerle and you did talk.

Fitzw. My lord, 'cis true: you were in presence then; And you can witness with me, this is true.

3 Who fets me else?-) These three verses are taken from the first Edition.

Mr. Pope.


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