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K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell'st a tale so ill. K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well :- Proud BolingWhere is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot?

broke, I come What is become of Bushy? where is Green? To change blows with thee for our day of doom. That they have let the dangerous enemy

This ague-fit of fear is overblown; Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? An easy task it is to win our own. If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it.

Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? I warrant, they have made peace with Bolingbroke. Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour. Scroop. Peace have they made with him, indeed, Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky

The state and inclination of the day: K. Rich. O villains, vipers, lost without redemption! So may you by my dull and heavy eye, Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!

My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. Snakes, in my heart-blood warm’d, that sting my I play the torturer, by small and small, heart!

To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken : Scroop. Sweet love, I see changing his property, Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke; Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate : And all your northern castles yielded up, Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made And all your southern gentlemen in arms With heads, and not with hands: those whom you Upon his party.

K. Rich. Thou hast said enough. Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, Beshrew thee, cousin, which did lead me forth. And lie full low, grav'd in the hollow ground.

(To AUMERLE. Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wiltshire of that sweet way I was in to despair ! dead?

What say you now? what comfort have we now? Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, Aum. Where is the duke my father with his power? That bids me be of comfort any more. K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man Go, to Flint castle ; there I'll pine away; speak :

A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; That power I have, discharge ; and let them go Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes

To ear 8 the land that hath some hope to grow, Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

For I have none : - Let no man speak again Let's choose executors, and talk of wills :

To alter this, for counsel is but vain. And yet not so, – for wliat can we bequeath,

Aum. My liege, one word. Save our deposed bodies to the ground?

K. Rich

He does me double wrong Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. And nothing can we call our own, but death; Discharge my followers, let them hence; - Away, And that small model of the barren earth,

From Richard's night, to Bolingbroke's fair day. Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

[Ereunt. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground,

SCENE III. – Wales. And tell sad stories of the death of kings :

Before Flint Castle. How some have been depos’d, some slain in war;

Enter, with Drum and Colours, BOLINGBROKE and Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ;

Forces; York, NORTHUMBERLAND, and others. Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd; Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, All murder'd : For within the hollow crown, The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury That rounds the mortal temples of a king,

Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, Keeps death his court; and there the antick sits, With some few private friends upon this coast. Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp ;

North. The news is very fair and good, my lord : Allowing bi.n a breath, a little scene

Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland, Infusing him with self and vain conceit,

To say — king Richard: - Alack the heavy day, As if this flesh, which walls about our life,

When such a sacred king should hide his head ! Were brass impregnable ; and humour'd thus, North. Your grace mistakes me ; only to be brief, Comes at the last, and with a little pin

Left I his title out. Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! York.

The time hath been, Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood Would you have been so brief with him he would With solemn reverence; throw away respect, Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,

For taking so the head, your whole head's length. For you have but mistook me all this while:

Boling. Mistake not, uncle, farther than you I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,

should. Need friends : — Subjected thus,

York. Take not, good cousin, further than you How can you say to me - I am a king ?

should, Car. lord, wise men ne'er wail their present Lest you mistake: The heavens are o'er your head. woes,

Boling. I know it, uncle ; and oppose not But presently prevent the ways to wail.

Myself against their will. — But who comes here? To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe,

Enter Percy. And so your follies fight against yourself.

Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield ?
Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight : Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,
And fight and die, is death destroying death; Against thy entrance.
Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath. Boling.

Aum. My father hath a power, enquire of him ; Why, it contains no king ?
And learn to make a body of a limb.

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Yes, my good lord, Yet know, — my master, God omnipotent, It doth contain a king : king Richard lies

Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behalf, Within the limits of yon lime and stone;

Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, Your children yet unborn, and unbegot, Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman

That lift your vassal hands against my head, Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.

And threat the glory of my precious crown. North. Belike it is the bishop of Carlisle. Tell Bosingbroke, (for yond', methinks, he is,) Boling. Noble lord,

[To North. That every stride he makes upon my land, Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle ;

Is dangerous treason : He is come to ope Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle The purple testament of bleeding war ; Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.

But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, Harry Bolingbroke

Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons On both his knees doth kiss king Richard's hand; Shall ill become the flower of England's face; And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace To his most royal person: hither come

To scarlet indignation, and bedew Even at his feet to lay my arms and power; Her pasture's grass with faithful English blood. Provided that, my banishment repeald,

North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the king And lands restor'd again, be freely granted : Should so with civil and uncivil arms If not, I'll use the advantage of my power,

Be rush'd upon; Thy thrice-noble cousin, And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: | And by the honourable tomb he swears, The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones;, such crimson tempest should bedrench And by the royalties of both your bloods, The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, Currents that spring from one most gracious head; My stooping duty tenderly shall show.

And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; Go, signify as much ; while here we march And by the worth and honour of himself, Upon the grassy carpet of this plain. —

Comprising all that may be sworn or said, [NORTHUMBERLAND advances to the His coming hither bath no further seope,

Castle with a Trumpet. Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg Let's march without the noise of threat’ning drum, Enfranchisement immediate on his knees : That from the castle's totter'd battlements

Which on thy royal party granted once,
Our fair appointments may be well perus’d. His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
With no less terror than the elements

To faithful service of your majesty.
Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock This swears he, as he is a prince, is just;
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.
Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water :

K. Rich. Northumberland, say, - thus the king
The rage be his, while on the earth I rain
My waters; on the earth, and not on him.

His noble cousin is right welcome hither; March on, and mark king Richard how he looks. And all the number of his fair demands

Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction : A Parle sounded, and answered by another Trumpet With all the gracious utterance thou hast,

within. Flourish. Enter on the Walls King Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. Richard, the Bishop of CARLISLE, AUMERLE, We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, SCROOP, and SALISBURY.

[ To AUMERLE. York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear, To look so poorly, and to speak so fair ? As doth the blushing discontented sun

Shall we call back Northumberland, and send From out the fiery portal of the east ;

Defiance to the traitor, and so die? When he perceives the envious clouds are bent Aum. No, my good lord; let's

's fight with gentle To dim his glory, and to stain the track

words, Of his bright passage to the occident.

Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,

swords. As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth,

K. Rich. Merciful heaven, that e'er this tongue of Controlling majesty; Alack, alack, for woe,

mine, That any harm should stain so fair a show!

That laid the sentence of dread banishment K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have we On yon proud man, should take it off again stood

With words of sooth ! 9 O, that I were as great To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,

As is my grief, or lesser than my name ! [To NORTHUMBERLAND.

Or that I could forget what I have been ! Because we thought ourself thy lawful king :

Or not remember what I must be now! And if we be, how dare thy joints forget

Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to To pay their awful duty to our presence ?

beat, If we be not, show us the hand of God

Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; Aum. Northumberland comes back from BolingFor well we know, no hand of blood and bone

broke. Can gripe the sacred handle of our scepter,

K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must ho Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.

And though you think, that all, as you have done, The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd ?
Have torn their souls, by turning them from us, The king shall be contented: must he lose
And we are barren, and bereft of friends;


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The name of king? o'God's name, let it go : Though you are old enough to be my heir.
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads


What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage;

For do we must, what force will have us do. My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;

Set on towards London : Cousin, is it so? My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood;

Boling. Yea, my good lord. My scepter, for a palmer's walking-staff;

K. Rich.

Then I must not say, no. My subjects, for a pair of carved saints;

[Flourish. Ereunt. And my large kingdom, for a little grave,

SCENE IV. - Langley. The Duke of York's A little, little grave, an obscure grave:

Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,
Some way of common trade where subjects' feet

Enter the Queen, and two Ladies.
May hourly trample on their sovereign's head :

Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live ;

garden, And, buried once, why not upon my head ?

To drive away the heavy thought of care ?
Aumerle, thou weep'st; My tender-hearted cousin ! -
We'll make foul weather with despised tears;

1 Laudy. Madam, well play at bowls.

'Twill make me think, Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn,

The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune And make a dearth in this revolting land.

Runs 'gainst the bias. Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,

I Lady.

Madam, we will dance. And make some pretty match with shedding tears;

Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, As thus : To drop them still upon one place,

When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Till they have fretted us a pair of graves

Therefore, no dancing, girl ; some other sport.
Within the earth; and therein laid, — There lies
Two kinsmen, digg'd their graves with weeping eyes ?

1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.

Of sorrow, or of joy ?
Would not this ill do well?- Well, well, I see
I talk but idly, and you mock at me.

1 Lady. Of either, madam.

Of neither, girl : Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland,

For if of joy, being altogether wanting, What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty

It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?

Or if of grief, being altogether had,
You make a leg ', and Bolingbroke says —ay.
North. My lord, in the base ? court he doth attend, for what I have, I need not to repeat;

It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
To speak with you ; may't please you to come down? And what I want, it boots not to complain.
K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering

1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

'Tis well that thou hast cause ; Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou (North, retires to Boling.

weep. In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base;

1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace.

good. In the base court? Come down? Down, court!

Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me down, king! For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should and never borrow any tear of thee.

good, sing.

[Ereunt, from above. But stay, here come the gardeners : Boling. What says his majesty ?

Let's step into the shadow of these trees. — North.

Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantick man :

Enter a Gardener, and two Servants.
Yet he is come.

My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
Enter King RICHARD, and his Attendants, below. They'll talk of state ; for every one doth so
Boling. Stand all apart,

Against a change: Woe is forerun with woe.
And show fair duty to his majesty.

[Queen and Ladies retire. My gracious lord,


Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks, K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely Which, like unruly children, make their sire knee,

Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: To make the base earth proud with kissing it:

Give some supportance to the bending twigs.

Go thou, and like an executioner, Me rather had, my heart might feel your love,

Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays, Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy.

That look too lofty in our commonwealth : Up, cousin, up: your heart is up,

I know, Thus high at least

, (Touching his own head.] al-All must be even in our government, though your knee be low.

You thus employ'd, I will go root away

The noisome weeds, that without profit suck
Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, Keep law, and form, and due proportion,

1 Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, As my true service shall deserve your love. K. Rich. Well you deserve : – They well deserve Showing, as in a model, our firm estate ? to have,

When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, That know the strong'st and surest way to get.

Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up, Uncle, give me your hand : nay, dry your eyes;

Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, Tears show their love, but want their remedies.

Her knots 3 disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs Cousin, I am too young to be your father,

Swarming with caterpillars ?
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2 Lower.

3 Figures planted in a box.



Hold thy peace :

Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd ? He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, Dar’st thou, thou little better thing than earth, Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf : Divine his downfal ? Say, where, when and how, The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did Cam’st thou by these ill tidings ? speak, thou wretch. shelter,

Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I, That seem'd in eating him to hold him up, To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true. Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke ; King Richard, he is in the mighty hold I mean the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh’l: 1 Serv. What, are they dead ?

In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, Gard.

They are ; and Bolingbroke And some few vanities that make him light; Hath seiz'd the wasteful king. — Oh! What pity But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, is it,

Besides himself, are all the English peers, That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. As we this garden! We at time of year

Post you to London, and you'll find it so; Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; I speak no more than every man doth know. Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood,

Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot, With too much riches it confound itself :

Doth not thy embassage belong to me, Had he done so to great and growing men, And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste To serve me last, that I may longest keep Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go, We lop away, that bearing boughs may live : To meet at London London's king in woe. — Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, What, was I born to this ! that my sad look Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down. Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke ? I Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be Gardener, for telling me this news of woe, depos'd ?

I would the plants thou graft'st may never grow. Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd,

[Exeunt Queen and Ladies. 'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be no To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, That tell black tidings.

I would, my skill were subject to thy curse. — Queen.

0, I am press'd to death, Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, Through want of speaking ! Thou, old Adam's I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace :

likeness, (Coming from her concealment. Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, Set to dress this garden, how dares

In the remembrance of a weeping queen. Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?




SCENE I. - London. Westminster-Hall. Aum.

Princes, and noble iords

What answer shall I make to this base man? The Lords Spiritual on the right side of the Throne ; Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,

the Lords Temporal on the left; the Commons be- On equal terms to give him chastisement ? low. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd NORTHUMBERLAND, Percy, FitZWATER, another

With the attainder of his sland'rous lips. Lord, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbor of West. There is my gage, the manual seal of death, MINSTER, and Attendants. Officers behind, with That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, ВАСот.

And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false, Boling. Call forth Bagot:

In thy heart-blood, though being all too base Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

To stain the temper of my knightly sword. What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up Who wrought it with the king, and who performd Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best The bloody office of his timeless end ?

In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so. Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. Fits. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine :

By that fair sun that shows me where thou stand'st, Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak’st it, tongue

That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest; In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted, And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, I heard you say,

Is not my arm of length, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. That reacheth from the restful English court

Aum. Thou dar’st not, coward, live to see that day. As far as Calais, to my uncle's head ?

Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Amongst much other talk, that very time,

Aum. Fitzwater, thou art doom'd to hell for this. I heard you say, that you had rather refuse

Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true, The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,

In this appeal, as thou art all unjust: Than Bolingbroke's return to England;

And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, Adding withal, how blest this land would be, To prove it on thee to the extremest point In this your cousin's death,

Of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar’st.


dum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne. And never brandish more revengeful steel

Car. Marry, God forbid ! Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn Au- Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. merle;

Would God, that any in this noble presence And spur thee on with full as many lies

Were enough noble to be upright judge As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear

Of noble Richard ; then true nobless would From sup to sun: there is my honour's pawn;

Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong, Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st.

What subject can give sentence on his king? Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject ? at all :

Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear, I have a thousand spirits in one breast,

Although apparent guilt be seen in them; To answer twenty thousand such as you.

And shall the figure of God's majesty, Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well His captain, steward, deputy elect, The very time Aumerle and you did talk.

Anointed, crowned, planted many years, Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence then; Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath, And you can witness with me, this is true.

And he himself not present ? O, forbid it, God, Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true. That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd F'itz. Surrey, thou liest.

Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed! Surrey.

Dishonourable boy! I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,

Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. That it shall render vengeance and revenge, My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie

Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king : In earth as quiet as thy father's skull.

And if you crown him, let me prophesy, In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; The blood of English shall manure the ground, Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st.

And future ages groan for this foul act ; Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! Peace shall go sleep with Turks and Infidels, If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,

And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,

Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound; And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,

Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, Shall here inhabit, and this land be callid
To tie thee to my strong correction.

The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sk ulls. As I intend to thrive in this new world,

O, if thou rear this house against this house, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal :

It will the woefullest division prove,
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say,

That ever fell upon this cursed earth :
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,
To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Lest child, child's children, cry, against you
Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage, North. Well have you argu'd, sir; and, for your
That Norfolk lies : here do I throw down this,

pains, If he may be repeal'd to try his honour.

Of capital treason we arrest you here: Boling. These differences shall all rest under gage, My lord of Westminster, be it your charge Till Norfolk be repeald: repeal'd he shall be, To keep him safely till his day of trial. And, though mine enemy, restor'd again

May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit. To all his land and signories ; when he's return'd, Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

He may surrender ; so we shall proceed
Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. Without suspicion.
Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought


I will be his conduct. (Ent. For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field

Boling. Lords, you that are here under our arrest, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, Procure your sureties for your days of answer :Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens : Little are we beholden to your love, [To Carlisle. And, toild with works of war, retir'd himself And little look'd for at your helping hands. To Italy; and there at Venice, gave His body to that pleasant country's earth,

Re-enter York, with King RicHARD, and Officers And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,

bearing the Crown, frc. Under whose colours he had fought so long.

K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead ?

Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Car. As sure as I live, my lord.

Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee: the bosom

Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me Of good old Abraham! - Lords appellants,

To this submission. Yet I well remember Your differences shall all rest under gage,

The favours of these men : Were they not mine? Till we assign you to your days of trial.

Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me?

To do what service am I sent for hither ?
Enler York, attended.

York. To do that office, of thine own good will, York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee

Which tired majesty did make thee offer, From plume-pluck'd Richard ; who with willing soul The resignation of thy state and crown Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields

To Henry Bolingbroke. To the possession of thy royal hand :

K. Rich. Give me the crown:- Here, cousin, Ascend his throne, descending now from him,

seize the crown; And long live Henry, of that name the fourth !

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