Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir. K. Rich. Then I must not say, no. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE IV. Langley. The Duke of York's Garden. Enter the Queen, and two Ladies. Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? 1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. 1 Lady. "Twill make me think, my Madam, we will dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell t les. Queen. 1 Lady. Of either, madam. Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy? Of neither, girl: For if of joy, being altogether wanting, 8 A weight fixed on one side of the bowl which turns from the straight line. It doth remember me the more of sorrow; It adds more sorrow to my want of joy : Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause; But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou weep. 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you good. Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me good, And never borrow any tear of thee. But stay, here come the gardeners : Let's step into the shadow of these trees.— Enter a Gardener, and Two Servants. My wretchedness unto a row of pins, [Queen and Ladies retire. Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks, Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays, 9 Profits. The noisome weeds, that without profit suck compass of a pale,' 1 Serv. Why should we, in the Gard. Hold thy peace : He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, : The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, Gard. They are; and Bolingbroke Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.-Oh! What pity is it, That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, As we this garden! We at time of year 1 Inclosure. 2 Figures planted in box." 1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be depos'd? Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, 'Tis doubt,' he will be: Letters came last night To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, That tell black tidings. Queen. O, I am press'd to death, Through want of speaking!-Thou, old Adam's likeness, [Coming from her concealment. Set to dress this garden, how dares Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd? 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; And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. I speak no more than every one doth know. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot, Doth not thy embassage belong to me, And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st 3 No doubt. To serve me last, that I may longest keep I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow. worse, I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.- ACT IV. [Exeunt. SCENE I. London. Westminster Hall. The Lords spiritual on the right side of the Throne; the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, another Lord, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, and Attendants. Officers behind, with Bagot. Boling. Call forth Bagot :- Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd 4 Pity. |