Good Uncle, help to order feveral Powers Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true. new. [Exeunt. SCE N E IX. Enter Exton and a Servant. Exton. Didit thou not mark the King, what words he fpake? "Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear? Was it not fo? Serv. Those were his very words. [it twice, Exton. "Have I no friend? quoth he; he spake And urg'd it twice together; did he not? Serv. He did. Exton. And fpeaking it, he wiftly look'd on me, As who fhall fay, I would, thou wert the man, That would divorce this terror from my heart; Meaning the King at Pomfret. Come, let's go: I am the King's friend, and will rid his foe. [Exeunt. Changes to the Prison at Pomfret-Caftle. Have been studying, how to compare . My My foul, the father; and these two beget For no thought is contented. The better fort, • Of fuch as have before endur'd the like. Thus play I, in one prifon, many people, And none contented. Sometimes am I King, • Then treason makes me with my self a beggar, • And fo I am. Then crushing penury • Perfuades me, I was better when a King; • Then am I king'd again; and by and by, • Think, that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And ftraight am nothing but what-e'er I am, Nor I, nor any man, that but man is, -- • With nothing fhall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd • With being nothing-Mufick do I hear? [Mufick. Ha, ha, keep time; how fow'r fweet musick is, When time is broke, and no proportion kept? So is it in the mufick of mens' lives. And And here have I the daintinefs of ear, Is pointing ftill, in cleansing them from tears. SCENE Enter Groom. Groom. Hail, royal Prince! K. Rich. Thanks, noble Peer. XI, XI.x The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. Where no man ever comes, but that fad Drudge, That brings me food, to make misfortune live? Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, King, When thou wert King; who travelling tow❜rds York, 2 in this ALL-HATING world. ] We should read FALLHATING, ie. Love to Richard is a very rare jewel, in a world that fhuns and avoids those who are fallen, or in misfortunes. 3 but that fad Dog.] Read Drudge. With much ado, at length have gotten leave K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him? Groom. So proudly, as he had difdain'd the ground. K. Rich. So proud, that Bolingbroke was on his back! That jade had eat bread from my royal hand. This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Would he not ftumble? would he not fall down, (Since pride must have a fall) and break the neck Of that proud man, that did ufurp his back? Forgiveness, horfe; why do I rail on thee, Since thou, created to be aw'd by man, Waft born to bear? I was not made a horse; And yet I bear a burthen like an ass; Spur-gall'd, and tir'd, by jaunting Bolingbroke. S CE NE Enter Keeper, with a difh. XII. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. [To ike Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart fhall fay. [Exit. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? K. Rich. Tafte of it firft, as thou wert wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; for Sir Pierce of Exton, Who late came from the King, commands the contrary. 4-fometime Master's face.] fometime for formerly. Mr. Pope. K. Rich. K. Rich. The Dev'l take Henry of Lancaster, and thee! Patience is ftale, and I am weary of it. Keep. Help, help, help! [Beats the Keeper. Enter Exton, and Servants. K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude affault? Wretch, thine own hand yields thy death's inftrument; [Snatching a Sword. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [Kills another. [Exton ftrikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my perfon: thy fierce hand [Land. Hath with the King's blood ftain'd the King's own Mount, mount, my foul! thy feat is up on high; Whilft my grofs flesh finks downward, here to die. [Dies. Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood; Both have I fpilt: Oh, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me, I did well, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead King to the living King I'll bear; Take hence the reft, and give them burial here. SCENE XIII. Changes to the Court at Windfor. [Exeunt. Flourish: Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other Lords and attendants. Buling. K Ind Uncle York, the latest news we hear, Our town of Cicefter in Gloucestershire; But whether they be ta'en or flain, we hear not, Enter |