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Surrey. As false, by heav'n, as heav'n it self is true,
Fitzw. Surrey, thou lieft.
Surrey. Dishonourable boy,
That Lie shall lye so heavy on my sword,
That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
Till thou the lie-giver, and that Lie, rest
In earth as quiet, as thy father's scull.
In proof whereof, there is mine honour's pawn ;
Engage it to the tryal, if thou dar'ft.
Fitzw. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse?
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
And spit upon him, whilft I say, he lies,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,
To tie thee to my strong correction.
As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal.
Besides I heard the banish'd Norfolk say,
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
To execute the noble Duke at Calais.
Aum. Some honest christian trust me with a gage, That Norfolk lies : here do I throw down this, If he may be repeald, to try his honour.
Boling. These Diff'rences shall all rest under gage,
Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeald he shall be;
And, though mine enemy, restor'd again
To all his Signiories; when he's return'd,
Against Aumerle we will enforce his tryal.
Carl. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.
Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
For Jesu Christ, in glorious christian field
Streaming the Ensign of the christian Cross,
Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens :
Then, toild with works of war, retir'd himself
To Italy, and there at Venice gave
His body to that pleasant Country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
Under whose Colours he had fought so long.
Boling. Why, Bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Carl. Sure as I live, my lord.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his soul
To th' bosom of good Abraham!--Lords appealants,
Your diff'rences shall all rest under gage,
Till we assign you to your days of tryal.
S C EN E II.
Enter York. York. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard, who with willing soul Adopts thee Heir, and his high Scepter yields To the possession of thy royal hand. Ascend his Throne, descending now from him, And long live Henry, of that name the Fourch!
Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.
Carl. Marry, heav'n forbid !
'Worft in this royal presence may I speak,
Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth,
Would God, that any in this noble presence
Were enough noble to be upright judge
Of noble Richard; then true Nobleness would
Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
What Subject can give Sentence on his King ?
And who sits here, that is not Richard's Subject ?
Thieves are not judg’d, but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be seen in them,
And shall the figure of God's Majesty,
His Captain, Steward, Deputy elect,
Anointed, crown'd, and planted many years,
Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath,
And he himself not present? oh, forbid it !
That, in a christian climate, fouls refin'd
Should shew so heinous, black, obscene a deed.
I speak to Subjects, and a Subject speaks,
Stirr'd up by heav'n, thus boldly for his King.
My lord of Hereford here, whom you call King,
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's King.
And if you crown him, let me prophefie,
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act.
Peace shall go deep with Turks and Infidels,
And in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind, confound.
Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny
Shall here inhabit, and this Land be callid
The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls.
Oh, if you rear this house against this house,
It will the wofullest division prove,
That ever fell upon this curfed earth.
Prevent, resist it, let it not be fo,
Lest children's children cry against you, woe.
North. Well have you argu'd, Sir; and for your pains,
Of capital treason we arrest you here.
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge,
To keep him fafely till his day of tryal.
* May't please you, lords, to grant the Commons' fuit?
Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender : so we fhall proceed Withour suspicion. York. I will be his conduct.
[Exit. Boling. Lords, you that here are under our Arreft, Procure your fureties for your days of answer : Little are we beholden to your love, And little look'd for at your helping hands.
4 May't please you, lords, &c.] This Scene, where Richard is introduced, from these words, may't please you, &c. to the fourth Scene of this Act, is entirely added since the first Edition.
S с E NE III.
Enter King Richard, and York. K. Ricb. Alack, why am I sent for to a King, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd T' insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee. Give forrow leave a-while, to tutor me To this submission. Yet I well remember The favours of these men: were they not mine? Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me? So Judas did to Cbrift: but he, in twelve, (none. Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand, God save the King! - will no man fay, Amen ? Am I both priest and clark? well then, Amen. God save the King, although I be not he: And yet, Amen, if heav'n do think him me. To do what service, am I fent for hither?
York. To do that office of thine own good will,
Which tired Majesty did make thee offer:
The Resignation of thy State and Crown.
K. Rich. Give me the Crown. Here, cousin,
feize the Crown,
Here, on this side, my hand; on that fide, thine.
Now is this golden Crown like a deep well,
That owes two buckets, filling one another ;
The emptier ever dancing in the air,
The other down, unseen and full of water ;
That bucket down, and full of tears, am I;
Drinking my griefs, whilft you mount up on high.
Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign.
K. Rick. My Crown, I am ; but still my griefs are
You may my Glories, and my State depose,
But not my griefs; still am I King of those. [Crown.
Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your
K. Ricb. Your cares set up, do not pluck my cares
My care, is loss of care, by old care done
Your care, is gain of care, by new care won.
The cares I give, I have, though given away;
They tend the Crown, yet still with me they stay.
Boling. Are you contented to resign the Crown?
K. Ricb. Ay, no ;-no, ay ;-for I must Nothing be:
Therefore no No: for I resign to thee.
Now, mark me how I will undo my self;
I give this heavy weight from off my head;
And this unweildy Scepter from my hand ;
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart ;
With mine own tears I wash away my Balm ;
With mine own hands I give away my Crown;
With mine own tongue deny my sacred State ;
With mine own breath release all dutious oaths.
All pomp and Majesty I do forfwear :
My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;
My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny :
God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!
God keep all yows unbroke, are made to thee!
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd,
And thou with all pleas'd, that haft all acchiev'd!
Long may'st thou live in Richard's Seat to fit,
And soon lye Richard in an earthy pit!
God save King Henry, unking'd Richard says,
And send him many years of fun-fhine days!:
What more remains ?
North. No more; but that you read
These accusations, and these grievous crimes
Committed by your person, and your followers,
Against the State and Profit of this Land :
That, by confessing them, the souls of men
May deem that you are worthily depos'd.
K. Ricb. Muit I do so ? and must I ravel out
My weav'd-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland,