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The Life and Death of Richard the Second. My Subiects, for a payre of carued Saints, And my large Kingdome, for a little Graue, A little little Graue, an obscure Graue.
[1675]
Or Ile be buryed in the Kings high‑way, Some way of common Trade, where Subiects feet May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head: For on my heart they tread now, whilest I liue; And buryed once, why not vpon my Head ?
[1680]
Aumerle, thou weep'st (my tender‑hearted Cousin) Wee'le make foule Weather with despised Teares: Our sighes, and they, shall lodge the Summer Corne, And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land. Or shall we play the Wantons with our Woes,
[1685]
And make some prettie Match, with shedding Teares? As thus: to drop them still vpon one place, Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues, Within the Earth: and therein lay'd, there lyes Two Kinsmen, digg'd their Graues with weeping Eyes?
[1690]
Would not this ill, doe well? Well, well, I see I talke but idly, and you mock at mee. Most mightie Prince, my Lord Northumberland, What sayes King Bullingbrooke? Will his Maiestie Giue Richard leaue to liue, till Richard die?
[1695]
You make a Legge, and Bullingbrooke sayes I.
North. My Lord, in the base Court he doth attend To speake with you, may it please you to come downe. Rich. Downe, downe I come, like glist'ring Phaeton, Wanting the manage of vnruly Iades.
[1700]
In the base Court? base Court, where Kings grow base, To come at Traytors Calls, and doe them Grace. In the base Court come down: down Court, down King, For night‑Owls shrike, where moūting mounting Larks should sing.
Bull. What says his Maiestie? North.
[1705]
Sorrow, and griefe of heart Makes him speake fondly, like a frantick man: Yet he is come.
Bull. Stand all apart, And shew faire dutie to his Maiestie.
[1710]
My gracious Lord.
Rich. Faire Cousin, You debase your Princely Knee, To make the base Earth prowd with kissing it. Me rather had, my Heart might feele your Loue,
[1715]
Then my vnpleas'd Eye see your Courtesie. Vp Cousin, vp, your Heart is vp, I know, Thus high at least, although your Knee be low.
Bull. My gracious Lord, I come but for mine owne. Rich. Your owne is yours, and I am yours, and all. Bull.
[1720]
So farre be mine, my most redoubted Lord, As my true seruice shall deserue your loue.
Rich. Well you deseru'd: They well deserue to haue, That know the strong'st, and surest way to get.
[1725]
Vnckle giue me your Hand: nay, drie your Eyes, Teares shew their Loue, but want their Remedies. Cousin, I am too young to be your Father, Though you are old enough to be my Heire. What you will haue, Ile giue, and willing to,
[1730]
For doe we must, what force will haue vs doe. Set on towards London: Cousin, is it so?
Bull. Yea, my good Lord. Rich. Then I must not say, no. Flourish. Exeunt.
Scene Quarta. [Act 3, Scene 4] Enter the Queene, and two Ladies.

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Qu.
[1735]
What sport shall we deuise here in this Garden, To driue away the heauie thought of Care?
La. Madame, wee'le play at Bowles. Qu. 'Twill make me thinke the World is full of Rubs, And that my fortune runnes against the Byas. La.
[1740]
Madame, wee'le Dance.
Qu. My Legges can keepe no measure in Delight, When my poore Heart no measure keepes in Griefe. Therefore no Dancing (Girle) some other sport. La. Madame, wee'le tell Tales. Qu.
[1745]
Of Sorrow, or of Griefe?
La. Of eyther, Madame. Qu. Of neyther, Girle. For if of Ioy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of Sorrow;
[1750]
Or if of Griefe, being altogether had, It addes more Sorrow to my want of Ioy: For what I haue, I need not to repeat; And what I want, it bootes not to complaine.
La. Madame, Ile sing. Qu.
[1755]
'Tis well that thou hast cause: But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou weepe.
La. I could weepe, Madame, would it doe you good. Qu. And I could sing, would weeping doe me good, And neuer borrow any Teare of thee. Enter a Gardiner, and two Seruants.
[1760]
But stay, here comes the Gardiners, Let's step into the shadow of these Trees. My wretchednesse, vnto a Rowe of Pinnes, They'le talke of State: for euery one doth so, Against a Change; Woe is fore‑runne with Woe.
Gard.
[1765]
Goe binde thou vp yond dangling Apricocks, Which like vnruly Children, make their Syre Stoupe with oppression of their prodigall weight: Giue some supportance to the bending twigges. Goe thou, and like an Executioner
[1770]
Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprayes, That looke too loftie in our Common‑wealth: All must be euen, in our Gouernment. You thus imploy'd, I will goe root away The noysome Weedes, that without profit sucke
[1775]
The Soyles fertilitie from wholesome flowers.
Ser. Why should we, in the compasse of a Pale, Keepe Law and Forme, and due Proportion, Shewing as in a Modell our firme Estate? When our Sea‑walled Garden, the whole Land,
[1780]
Is full of Weedes, her fairest Flowers choakt vp, Her Fruit‑trees all vnpruin'd, her Hedges ruin'd, Her Knots disorder'd, and her wholesome Hearbes Swarming with Caterpillers.
Gard. Hold thy peace.
[1785]
He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd Spring, Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe. The Weeds that his broad‑spreading Leaues did shelter, That seem'd, in eating him, to hold him vp, Are pull'd vp, Root and all, by Bullingbrooke:
[1790]
I meane, the Earle of Wiltshire, Bushie, Greene.
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Scene Quarta. [Act 3, Scene 4] Enter the Queene, and two Ladies. Qu.
[1735]
What sport shall we deuise here in this Garden, To driue away the heauie thought of Care?
La. Madame, wee'le play at Bowles. Qu. 'Twill make me thinke the World is full of Rubs, And that my fortune runnes against the Byas. La.
[1740]
Madame, wee'le Dance.
Qu. My Legges can keepe no measure in Delight, When my poore Heart no measure keepes in Griefe. Therefore no Dancing (Girle) some other sport. La. Madame, wee'le tell Tales. Qu.
[1745]
Of Sorrow, or of Griefe?
La. Of eyther, Madame. Qu. Of neyther, Girle. For if of Ioy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of Sorrow;
[1750]
Or if of Griefe, being altogether had, It addes more Sorrow to my want of Ioy: For what I haue, I need not to repeat; And what I want, it bootes not to complaine.
La. Madame, Ile sing. Qu.
[1755]
'Tis well that thou hast cause: But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou weepe.
La. I could weepe, Madame, would it doe you good. Qu. And I could sing, would weeping doe me good, And neuer borrow any Teare of thee. Enter a Gardiner, and two Seruants.
[1760]
But stay, here comes the Gardiners, Let's step into the shadow of these Trees. My wretchednesse, vnto a Rowe of Pinnes, They'le talke of State: for euery one doth so, Against a Change; Woe is fore‑runne with Woe.
Gard.
[1765]
Goe binde thou vp yond dangling Apricocks, Which like vnruly Children, make their Syre Stoupe with oppression of their prodigall weight: Giue some supportance to the bending twigges. Goe thou, and like an Executioner
[1770]
Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprayes, That looke too loftie in our Common‑wealth: All must be euen, in our Gouernment. You thus imploy'd, I will goe root away The noysome Weedes, that without profit sucke
[1775]
The Soyles fertilitie from wholesome flowers.
Ser. Why should we, in the compasse of a Pale, Keepe Law and Forme, and due Proportion, Shewing as in a Modell our firme Estate? When our Sea‑walled Garden, the whole Land,
[1780]
Is full of Weedes, her fairest Flowers choakt vp, Her Fruit‑trees all vnpruin'd, her Hedges ruin'd, Her Knots disorder'd, and her wholesome Hearbes Swarming with Caterpillers.
Gard. Hold thy peace.
[1785]
He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd Spring, Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe. The Weeds that his broad‑spreading Leaues did shelter, That seem'd, in eating him, to hold him vp, Are pull'd vp, Root and all, by Bullingbrooke:
[1790]
I meane, the Earle of Wiltshire, Bushie, Greene.
Ser. What are they dead? Gard. They are, And Bullingbrooke hath seiz'd the wastefull King. Oh, what pitty is it, that he had not so trim'd
[1795]
And drest his Land, as we this Garden, at time of yeare, And wound the Barke, the skin of our Fruit‑trees, Least being ouer‑proud with Sap and Blood, With too much riches it confound it selfe? Had he done so, to great and growing men,
[1800]
They might haue liu'd to beare, and he to taste Their fruites of dutie. Superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughes may liue: Had he done so, himselfe had borne the Crowne, Which waste and idle houres, hath quite thrown downe.
Ser.
[1805]
What thinke you the King shall be depos'd?
Gar. Deprest he is already, and depos'd 'Tis doubted he will be. Letters came last night To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes, That tell blacke tydings. Qu.
[1810]
Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking: Thou old Adams likenesse, set to dresse this Garden: How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this vnpleasing (newes What Eue? what Serpent hath suggested thee, To make a second fall of cursed man?
[1815]
Why do'st thou say, King Richard is depos'd, Dar'st thou, thou little better thing then earth, Diuine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how Cam'st thou by this ill‑tydings? Speake thou wretch.
Gard. Pardon me Madam. Little ioy haue I
[1820]
To breath these newes; yet what I say, is true; King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bullingbrooke, their Fortunes both are weigh'd: In your Lords Scale, is nothing but himselfe, And some few Vanities, that make him light:
[1825]
But in the Ballance of great Bullingbrooke, Besides himselfe, are all the English Peeres, And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe. Poste you to London, and you'l finde it so, I speake no more, then euery one doth know.
Qu.
[1830]
Nimble mischance, that art so light of foote, Doth not thy Embassage belong to me? And am I last that knowes it? Oh thou think'st To serue me last, that I may longest keepe Thy sorrow in my breast. Come Ladies goe,
[1835]
To meet at London, Londons King in woe. What was I borne to this: that my sad looke, Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke. Gard'ner, for telling me this newes of woe, I would the Plants thou graft'st, may neuer grow.
Exit. G
[1840]
Poore Queen, so that thy State might be no worse, I would my skill were subiect to thy curse: Heere did she drop a teare, heere in this place Ile set a Banke of Rew, sowre Herbe of Grace: Rue, eu'n for ruth, heere shortly shall be seene,
[1845]
In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene.
Exit.
 

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      <l n="1762">My wretchednesse, vnto a Rowe of Pinnes,</l>
      <l n="1763">They'le talke of State: for euery one doth so,</l>
      <l n="1764">Against a Change; Woe is fore‑runne with Woe.</l>
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      <l n="1765">Goe binde thou vp yond dangling Apricocks,</l>
      <l n="1766">Which like vnruly Children, make their Syre</l>
      <l n="1767">Stoupe with oppression of their prodigall weight:</l>
      <l n="1768">Giue some supportance to the bending twigges.</l>
      <l n="1769">Goe thou, and like an Executioner</l>
      <l n="1770">Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprayes,</l>
      <l n="1771">That looke too loftie in our Common‑wealth:</l>
      <l n="1772">All must be euen, in our Gouernment.</l>
      <l n="1773">You thus imploy'd, I will goe root away</l>
      <l n="1774">The noysome Weedes, that without profit sucke</l>
      <l n="1775">The Soyles fertilitie from wholesome flowers.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="1776">Why should we, in the compasse of a Pale,</l>
      <l n="1777">Keepe Law and Forme, and due Proportion,</l>
      <l n="1778">Shewing as in a Modell our firme Estate?</l>
      <l n="1779">When our Sea‑walled Garden, the whole Land,</l>
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      <l n="1782">Her Knots disorder'd, and her wholesome Hearbes</l>
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      <l n="1784">Hold thy peace.</l>
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      <l n="1786">Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe.</l>
      <l n="1787">The Weeds that his broad‑spreading Leaues did shelter,</l>
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      <l n="1791">What are they dead?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Gard.</speaker>
      <l n="1792">They are,</l>
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      <l n="1796">And wound the Barke, the skin of our Fruit‑trees,</l>
      <l n="1797">Least being ouer‑proud with Sap and Blood,</l>
      <l n="1798">With too much riches it confound it selfe?</l>
      <l n="1799">Had he done so, to great and growing men,</l>
      <l n="1800">They might haue liu'd to beare, and he to taste</l>
      <l n="1801">Their fruites of dutie. Superfluous branches</l>
      <l n="1802">We lop away, that bearing boughes may liue:</l>
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      <l n="1804">Which waste and idle houres, hath quite thrown downe.</l>
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      <l n="1805">What thinke you the King shall be depos'd?</l>
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      <l n="1807">'Tis doubted he will be. Letters came last night</l>
      <l n="1808">To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes,</l>
      <l n="1809">That tell blacke tydings.</l>
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      <l n="1810">Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking:</l>
      <l n="1811">Thou old<hi rend="italic">Adams</hi>likenesse, set to dresse this Garden:</l>
      <l n="1812">How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this vnpleasing
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      <l n="1813">What Eue? what Serpent hath suggested thee,</l>
      <l n="1814">To make a second fall of cursed man?</l>
      <l n="1815">Why do'st thou say, King<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>is depos'd,</l>
      <l n="1816">Dar'st thou, thou little better thing then earth,</l>
      <l n="1817">Diuine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how</l>
      <l n="1818">Cam'st thou by this ill‑tydings? Speake thou wretch.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Gard.</speaker>
      <l n="1819">Pardon me Madam. Little ioy haue I</l>
      <l n="1820">To breath these newes; yet what I say, is true;</l>
      <l n="1821">King<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>, he is in the mighty hold</l>
      <l n="1822">Of<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>, their Fortunes both are weigh'd:</l>
      <l n="1823">In your Lords Scale, is nothing but himselfe,</l>
      <l n="1824">And some few Vanities, that make him light:</l>
      <l n="1825">But in the Ballance of great<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1826">Besides himselfe, are all the English Peeres,</l>
      <l n="1827">And with that oddes he weighes King<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>downe.</l>
      <l n="1828">Poste you to London, and you'l finde it so,</l>
      <l n="1829">I speake no more, then euery one doth know.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r2-que">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="1830">Nimble mischance, that art so light of foote,</l>
      <l n="1831">Doth not thy Embassage belong to me?</l>
      <l n="1832">And am I last that knowes it? Oh thou think'st</l>
      <l n="1833">To serue me last, that I may longest keepe</l>
      <l n="1834">Thy sorrow in my breast. Come Ladies goe,</l>
      <l n="1835">To meet at London, Londons King in woe.</l>
      <l n="1836">What was I borne to this: that my sad looke,</l>
      <l n="1837">Should grace the Triumph of great<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1838">Gard'ner, for telling me this newes of woe,</l>
      <l n="1839">I would the Plants thou graft'st, may neuer grow.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r2-gar">
      <speaker rend="italic">G</speaker>
      <l n="1840">Poore Queen, so that thy State might be no worse,</l>
      <l n="1841">I would my skill were subiect to thy curse:</l>
      <l n="1842">Heere did she drop a teare, heere in this place</l>
      <l n="1843">Ile set a Banke of Rew, sowre Herbe of Grace:</l>
      <l n="1844">Rue, eu'n for ruth, heere shortly shall be seene,</l>
      <l n="1845">In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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