RichardsSeat to sit,
Richardin an Earthie Pit.
Henry, vn‑King'd
Richardsayes,
Northumberland,
Pilate, wash your hands,
Pilates
Bullingbrooke,
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<head type="supplied">[Act 4, Scene 1]</head>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter as to the Parliament, Bullingbrooke, Aumerle, Nor‑
<lb/>thumberland, Percie, Fitz‑Water, Surrey, Carlile, Abbot
<lb/>of Westminster. Herauld, Officers and Bagot.</stage>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bullingbrooke.</speaker>
<l n="1846">Call forth<hi rend="italic">Bagot</hi>.</l>
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<l n="1847">Now<hi rend="italic">Bagot</hi>, freely speake thy minde,</l>
<l n="1848">What thou do'st know of Noble Glousters death:</l>
<l n="1849">Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd</l>
<l n="1850">The bloody Office of his Timelesse end.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bag">
<speaker rend="italic">Bag.</speaker>
<l n="1851">Then set before my face, the Lord<hi rend="italic">Aumerle</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
<l n="1852">Cosin, stand forth, and looke vpon that man.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bag">
<speaker rend="italic">Bag.</speaker>
<l n="1853">My Lord<hi rend="italic">Aumerle</hi>, I know your daring tongue</l>
<l n="1854">Scornes to vnsay, what it hath once deliuer'd.</l>
<l n="1855">In that dead time, when Glousters death was plotted,</l>
<l n="1856">I heard you say, Is not my arme of length,</l>
<l n="1857">That reacheth from the restfull English Court</l>
<l n="1858">As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head.</l>
<l n="1859">Amongst much other talke, that very time,</l>
<l n="1860">I heard you say, that you had rather refuse</l>
<l n="1861">The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes,</l>
<l n="1862">Then<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrookes</hi>returne to England; adding withall,</l>
<l n="1863">How blest this Land would be, in this your Cosins death.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-aum">
<speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
<l n="1864">Princes, and Noble Lords:</l>
<l n="1865">What answer shall I make to this base man?</l>
<l n="1866">Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres,</l>
<l n="1867">On equall termes to giue him chasticement?</l>
<l n="1868">Either I must, or haue mine honor soyl'd</l>
<l n="1869">With th'Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes.</l>
<l n="1870">There is my Gage, the manuall Seale of death</l>
<l n="1871">That markes thee out for Hell. Thou lyest,</l>
<l n="1872">And will maintaine what thou hast said, is false,</l>
<l n="1873">In thy heart blood, though being all too base</l>
<l n="1874">To staine the temper of my Knightly sword.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
<l n="1875">
<hi rend="italic">Bagot</hi>forbeare, thou shalt not take it vp.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-aum">
<speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
<l n="1876">Excepting one, I would he were the best</l>
<l n="1877">In all this presence, that hath mou'd me so.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-fit">
<speaker rend="italic">Fitz.</speaker>
<l n="1878">If that thy valour stand on sympathize:</l>
<l n="1879">There is my Gage,<hi rend="italic">Aumerle</hi>, in Gage to thine:</l>
<l n="1880">By that faire Sunne, that shewes me where thou stand'st,</l>
<l n="1881">I heard thee say (and vauntingly thou spak'st it)</l>
<l n="1882">That thou wer't cause of Noble Glousters death.</l>
<l n="1883">If thou deniest it, twenty times thou lyest,</l>
<l n="1884">And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart,</l>
<l n="1885">Where it was forged with my Rapiers point.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-aum">
<speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
<l n="1886">Thou dar'st not (Coward) liue to see the day.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-fit">
<speaker rend="italic">Fitz.</speaker>
<l n="1887">Now by my Soule, I would it were this houre.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-aum">
<speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
<l n="1888">
<hi rend="italic">Fitzwater</hi>thou art damn'd to hell for this.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-per">
<speaker rend="italic">Per.</speaker>
<l n="1889">
<hi rend="italic">Aumerle</hi>, thou lye'st: his Honor is as true</l>
<l n="1890">In this Appeale, as thou art all vniust:</l>
<l n="1891">And that thou art so, there I throw my Gage</l>
<l n="1892">To proue it on thee, to th'extreamest point</l>
<l n="1893">Of mortall breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'st.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-aum">
<speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
<l n="1894">And if I do not, may my hands rot off,</l>
<l n="1895">And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele,</l>
<l n="1896">Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-sur">
<speaker rend="italic">Surrey.</speaker>
<l n="1897">My Lord<hi rend="italic">Fitz water</hi>:</l>
<l n="1898">I do remember well, the very time</l>
<l n="1899">
<hi rend="italic">Aumerle</hi>, and you did talke.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-fit">
<speaker rend="italic">Fitz.</speaker>
<l n="1900">My Lord,</l>
<l n="1901">'Tis very true: You were in presence then,</l>
<l n="1902">And you can witnesse with me, this is true.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-sur">
<speaker rend="italic">Surrey.</speaker>
<l n="1903">As false, by heauen,</l>
<l n="1904">As Heauen it selfe is true.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-fit">
<speaker rend="italic">Fitz.</speaker>
<l n="1905">Surrey, thou Lyest.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-sur">
<speaker rend="italic">Surrey.</speaker>
<l n="1906">Dishonourable Boy;</l>
<l n="1907">That Lye, shall lie so heauy on my Sword,</l>
<l n="1908">That it shall render Vengeance, and Reuenge,</l>
<l n="1909">Till thou the Lye‑giuer, and that Lye, doe lye</l>
<l n="1910">In earth as quiet, as thy Fathers Scull.</l>
<l n="1911">In proofe whereof, there is mine Honors pawne,</l>
<l n="1912">Engage it to the Triall, if thou dar'st.</l>
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<sp who="#F-r2-fit">
<speaker rend="italic">Fitzw.</speaker>
<l n="1913">How fondly do'st thou spurre a forward Horse?</l>
<l n="1914">If I dare eate, or drinke, or breathe, or liue,</l>
<l n="1915">I dare meete<hi rend="italic">Surrey</hi>in a Wildernesse,</l>
<l n="1916">And spit vpon him, whilest I say he Lyes,</l>
<l n="1917">And Lyes, and Lyes: there is my Bond of Faith,</l>
<l n="1918">To tye thee to my strong Correction.</l>
<l n="1919">As I intend to thriue in this new World,</l>
<l n="1920">
<hi rend="italic">Aumerle</hi>is guiltie of my true Appeale.</l>
<l n="1921">Besides, I heard the banish'd<hi rend="italic">Norfolke</hi>say,</l>
<l n="1922">That thou<hi rend="italic">Aumerle</hi>didst send two of thy men,</l>
<l n="1923">To execute the Noble Duke at Callis.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-aum">
<speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
<l n="1924">Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage,</l>
<l n="1925">That<hi rend="italic">Norfolke</hi>lyes: here doe I throw downe this,</l>
<l n="1926">If he may be repeal'd, to trie his Honor.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1927">These differences shall all rest vnder Gage,</l>
<l n="1928">Till<hi rend="italic">Norfolke</hi>be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be;</l>
<l n="1929">And (though mine Enemie) restor'd againe</l>
<l n="1930">To all his Lands and Seignories: when hee's return'd,</l>
<l n="1931">Against<hi rend="italic">Aumerle</hi>we will enforce his Tryall.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-car">
<speaker rend="italic">Carl.</speaker>
<l n="1932">That honorable day shall ne're be seene.</l>
<l n="1933">Many a time hath banish'd<hi rend="italic">Norfolke</hi>fought</l>
<l n="1934">For Iesu Christ, in glorious Christian field</l>
<l n="1935">Streaming the Ensigne of the Christian Crosse,</l>
<l n="1936">Against black Pagans, Turkes, and Saracens:</l>
<l n="1937">And toyl'd with workes of Warre, retyr'd himselfe</l>
<l n="1938">To Italy, and there at Venice gaue</l>
<l n="1939">His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth,</l>
<l n="1940">And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ,</l>
<l n="1941">Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1942">Why Bishop, is<hi rend="italic">Norfolke</hi>dead?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-car">
<speaker rend="italic">Carl.</speaker>
<l n="1943">As sure as I liue, my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1944">Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule</l>
<l n="1945">To the Bosome of good old<hi rend="italic">Abraham</hi>.</l>
<l n="1946">Lords Appealants, your<choice>
<abbr>differēces</abbr>
<expan>differences</expan>
</choice>shal all rest vnder gage,</l>
<l n="1947">Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Yorke.</stage>
<sp who="#F-r2-yor">
<speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
<l n="1948">Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee</l>
<l n="1949">From plume‑pluckt<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>, who with willing Soule</l>
<l n="1950">Adopts thee Heire, and his high Scepter yeelds</l>
<l n="1951">To the possession of thy Royall Hand.</l>
<l n="1952">Ascend his Throne, descending now from him,</l>
<l n="1953">And long liue<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, of that Name the Fourth.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1954">In Gods Name, Ile ascend the Regall Throne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-car">
<speaker rend="italic">Carl.</speaker>
<l n="1955">Mary, Heauen forbid.</l>
<l n="1956">Worst in this Royall Presence may I speake,</l>
<l n="1957">Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth.</l>
<l n="1958">Would God, that any in this Noble Presence</l>
<l n="1959">Were enough Noble, to be vpright Iudge</l>
<l n="1960">Of Noble<hi rend="italic">Richard:</hi>then true Noblenesse would</l>
<l n="1961">Learne him forbearance from so foule a Wrong.</l>
<l n="1962">What Subiect can giue Sentence on his King?</l>
<l n="1963">And who sits here, that is not<hi rend="italic">Richards</hi>Subiect?</l>
<l n="1964">Theeues are not iudg'd, but they are by to heare,</l>
<l n="1965">Although apparant guilt be seene in them:</l>
<l n="1966">And shall the figure of Gods Maiestie,</l>
<l n="1967">His Captaine, Steward, Deputie elect,</l>
<l n="1968">Anoynted, Crown'd, planted many yeeres,</l>
<l n="1969">Be iudg'd by subiect, and inferior breathe,</l>
<l n="1970">And he himselfe not present? Oh, forbid it, God,</l>
<l n="1971">That in a Christian Climate, Soules refin'de</l>
<l n="1972">Should shew so heynous, black, obscene a deed.</l>
<l n="1973">I speake to Subiects, and a Subiect speakes,</l>
<l n="1974">Stirr'd vp by Heauen, thus boldly for his King.</l>
<l n="1975">My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call King,</l>
<l n="1976">Is a foule Traytor to prowd<hi rend="italic">Herefords</hi>King.</l>
<l n="1977">And if you Crowne him, let me prophecie,</l>
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<l n="1978">The blood of English shall manure the ground,</l>
<l n="1979">And future Ages groane for his foule Act.</l>
<l n="1980">Peace shall goe sleepe with Turkes and Infidels,</l>
<l n="1981">And in this Seat of Peace, tumultuous Warres</l>
<l n="1982">Shall Kinne with Kinne, and Kinde with Kinde confound.</l>
<l n="1983">Disorder, Horror, Feare, and Mutinie</l>
<l n="1984">Shall here inhabite, and this Land be call'd</l>
<l n="1985">The field of Golgotha, and dead mens Sculls.</l>
<l n="1986">Oh, if you reare this House, against this House</l>
<l n="1987">It will the wofullest Diuision proue,</l>
<l n="1988">That euer fell vpon this cursed Earth.</l>
<l n="1989">Preuent it, resist it, and let it not be so,</l>
<l n="1990">Least Child, Childs Children cry against you, Woe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="1991">Well haue you argu'd Sir: and for your paines,</l>
<l n="1992">Of Capitall Treason we arrest you here.</l>
<l n="1993">My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge,</l>
<l n="1994">To keepe him safely, till his day of Tryall.</l>
<l n="1995">May it please you, Lords, to grant the Commons Suit?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="1996">Fetch hither<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>, that in common view</l>
<l n="1997">He may surrender: so we shall proceede</l>
<l n="1998">Without suspition.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-yor">
<speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
<l n="1999">I will be his Conduct.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2000">Lords, you that here are vnder our Arrest,</l>
<l n="2001">Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Answer:</l>
<l n="2002">Little are we beholding to your Loue,</l>
<l n="2003">And little look'd for at your helping Hands.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Richard and Yorke.</stage>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2004">Alack, why am I sent for to a King,</l>
<l n="2005">Before I haue shooke off the Regall thoughts</l>
<l n="2006">Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet haue learn'd</l>
<l n="2007">To insinuate, flatter, bowe, and bend my Knee.</l>
<l n="2008">Giue Sorrow leaue a while, to tuture me</l>
<l n="2009">To this submission. Yet I well remember</l>
<l n="2010">The fauors of these men: were they not mine?</l>
<l n="2011">Did they not sometime cry, All hayle to me?</l>
<l n="2012">So<hi rend="italic">Iudas</hi>did to Christ: but he in twelue,</l>
<l n="2013">Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelue thousand, none.</l>
<l n="2014">God saue the King: will no man say, Amen?</l>
<l n="2015">Am I both Priest, and Clarke? well then, Amen.</l>
<l n="2016">God saue the King, although I be not hee:</l>
<l n="2017">And yet Amen, if Heauen doe thinke him mee.</l>
<l n="2018">To doe what seruice, am I sent for hither?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-yor">
<speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
<l n="2019">To doe that office of thine owne good will,</l>
<l n="2020">Which tyred Maiestie did make thee offer:</l>
<l n="2021">The Resignation of thy State and Crowne</l>
<l n="2022">To<hi rend="italic">Henry Bullingbrooke</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2023">Giue me the Crown. Here Cousin, seize yͤ Crown:</l>
<l n="2024">Here Cousin, on this side my Hand, on that side thine.</l>
<l n="2025">Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well,</l>
<l n="2026">That owes two Buckets, filling one another,</l>
<l n="2027">The emptier euer dancing in the ayre,</l>
<l n="2028">The other downe, vnseene, and full of Water:</l>
<l n="2029">That Bucket downe, and full of Teares am I,</l>
<l n="2030">Drinking my Griefes, whil'st you mount vp on high.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2031">I thought you had been willing to resigne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2032">My Crowne I am, but still my Griefes are mine:</l>
<l n="2033">You may my Glories and my State depose,</l>
<l n="2034">But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2035">Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2036">Your Cares set vp, do not pluck my Cares downe.</l>
<l n="2037">My Care, is losse of Care, by old Care done,</l>
<l n="2038">Your Care, is gaine of Care, by new Care wonne:</l>
<l n="2039">The Cares I giue, I haue, though giuen away,</l>
<l n="2040">They 'tend the Crowne, yet still with me they stay:</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2041">Are you contented to resigne the Crowne?</l>
</sp>
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<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2042">I, no; no, I: for I must nothing bee:</l>
<l n="2043">Therefore no, no, for I resigne to thee.</l>
<l n="2044">Now, marke me how I will vndoe my selfe.</l>
<l n="2045">I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head,</l>
<l n="2046">And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand,</l>
<l n="2047">The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart.</l>
<l n="2048">With mine owne Teares I wash away my Balme,</l>
<l n="2049">With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne,</l>
<l n="2050">With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State,</l>
<l n="2051">With mine owne Breath release all dutious Oathes;</l>
<l n="2052">All Pompe and Maiestie I doe forsweare:</l>
<l n="2053">My Manors, Rents, Reuenues, I forgoe;</l>
<l n="2054">My Acts, Decrees, and Statutes I denie:</l>
<l n="2055">God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee,</l>
<l n="2056">God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee.</l>
<l n="2057">Make me, that nothing haue, with nothing grieu'd,</l>
<l n="2058">And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all atchieu'd.</l>
<l n="2059">Long may'st thou liue in<hi rend="italic">Richards</hi>Seat to sit,</l>
<l n="2060">And soone lye<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>in an Earthie Pit.</l>
<l n="2061">God saue King<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, vn‑King'd<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>sayes,</l>
<l n="2062">And send him many yeeres of Sunne‑shine dayes.</l>
<l n="2063">What more remaines?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="2064">No more: but that you reade</l>
<l n="2065">These Accusations, and these grieuous Crymes,</l>
<l n="2066">Committed by your Person, and your followers,</l>
<l n="2067">Against the State, and Profit of this Land:</l>
<l n="2068">That by confessing them, the Soules of men</l>
<l n="2069">May deeme, that you are worthily depos'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2070">Must I doe so<c rend="italic">?</c>and must I rauell out</l>
<l n="2071">My weau'd‑vp follyes? Gentle<hi rend="italic">Northumberland</hi>,</l>
<l n="2072">If thy Offences were vpon Record,</l>
<l n="2073">Would it not shame thee, in so faire a troupe,</l>
<l n="2074">To reade a Lecture of them? If thou would'st,</l>
<l n="2075">There should'st thou finde one heynous Article,</l>
<l n="2076">Contayning the deposing of a King,</l>
<l n="2077">And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath,</l>
<l n="2078">Mark'd with a Blot, damn'd in the Booke of Heauen.</l>
<l n="2079">Nay, all of you, that stand and looke vpon me,</l>
<l n="2080">Whil'st that my wretchednesse doth bait my selfe,</l>
<l n="2081">Though some of you, with<hi rend="italic">Pilate</hi>, wash your hands,</l>
<l n="2082">Shewing an outward pittie: yet you<hi rend="italic">Pilates</hi>
</l>
<l n="2083">Haue here deliuer'd me to my sowre Crosse,</l>
<l n="2084">And Water cannot wash away your sinne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="2085">My Lord dispatch, reade o're these Articles.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2086">Mine Eyes are full of Teares, I cannot see:</l>
<l n="2087">And yet salt‑Water blindes them not so much,</l>
<l n="2088">But they can see a sort of Traytors here.</l>
<l n="2089">Nay, if I turne mine Eyes vpon my selfe,</l>
<l n="2090">I finde my selfe a Traytor with the rest:</l>
<l n="2091">For I haue giuen here my Soules consent,</l>
<l n="2092">T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King;</l>
<l n="2093">Made Glory base; a Soueraigntie, a Slaue;</l>
<l n="2094">Prowd Maiestie, a Subiect; State, a Pesant.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="2095">My Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2096">No Lord of thine, thou haught‑insulting man;</l>
<l n="2097">No, nor no mans Lord: I haue no Name, no Title;</l>
<l n="2098">No, not that Name was giuen me at the Font,</l>
<l n="2099">But 'tis vsurpt: alack the heauie day,</l>
<l n="2100">That I haue worne so many Winters out,</l>
<l n="2101">And know not now, what Name to call my selfe.</l>
<l n="2102">Oh, that I were a Mockerie, King of Snow,</l>
<l n="2103">Standing before the Sunne of<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>,</l>
<l n="2104">To melt my selfe away in Water‑drops.</l>
<l n="2105">Good King, great King, and yet not greatly good,</l>
<l n="2106">And if my word be Sterling yet in England,</l>
<l n="2107">Let it command a Mirror hither straight,</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="2108">That it may shew me what a Face I haue,</l>
<l n="2109">Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2110">Goe some of you, and fetch a Looking‑Glasse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="2111">Read o're this Paper, while yͤ Glasse doth come.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2112">Fiend, thou torments me, ere I come to Hell.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2113">Vrge it no more, my Lord<hi rend="italic">Northumberland</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-nor">
<speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
<l n="2114">The Commons will not then be satisfy'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2115">They shall be satisfy'd: Ile reade enough,</l>
<l n="2116">When I doe see the very Booke indeede,</l>
<l n="2117">Where all my sinnes are writ, and that's my selfe.</l>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter one with a Glasse.</stage>
<l n="2118">Giue me that Glasse, and therein will I reade.</l>
<l n="2119">No deeper wrinckles yet? hath Sorrow strucke</l>
<l n="2120">So may Blowes vpon this Face of mine,</l>
<l n="2121">And made no deeper Wounds<c rend="italic">?</c>Oh flatt'ring Glasse,</l>
<l n="2122">Like to my followers in prosperitie,</l>
<l n="2123">Thou do'st beguile me. Was this Face, the Face</l>
<l n="2124">That euery day, vnder his House‑hold Roofe,</l>
<l n="2125">Did keepe ten thousand men? Was this the Face,</l>
<l n="2126">That like the Sunne, did make beholders winke?</l>
<l n="2127">Is this the Face, which fac'd so many follyes,</l>
<l n="2128">That was at last out‑fac'd by<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>?</l>
<l n="2129">A brittle Glory shineth in this Face,</l>
<l n="2130">As brittle as the Glory, is the Face,</l>
<l n="2131">For there it is, crackt in an hundred shiuers.</l>
<l n="2132">Marke silent King, the Morall of this sport,</l>
<l n="2133">How soone my Sorrow hath destroy'd my Face.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2134">The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy'd</l>
<l n="2135">The shadow of your Face.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2136">Say that againe.</l>
<l n="2137">The shadow of my Sorrow: ha, let's see,</l>
<l n="2138">'Tis very true, my Griefe lyes all within,</l>
<l n="2139">And these externall manner of Laments,</l>
<l n="2140">Are meerely shadowes, to the vnseen Griefe,</l>
<l n="2141">That swells with silence in the tortur'd Soule.</l>
<l n="2142">There lyes the substance: and I thanke thee King</l>
<l n="2143">For thy great bountie, that not onely giu'st</l>
<l n="2144">Me cause to wayle, but teachest me the way</l>
<l n="2145">How to lament the cause. Ile begge one Boone,</l>
<l n="2146">And then be gone, and trouble you no more.</l>
<l n="2147">Shall I obtaine it?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2148">Name it, faire Cousin.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2149">Faire Cousin? I am greater then a King:</l>
<l n="2150">For when I was a King, my flatterers</l>
<l n="2151">Were then but subiects; being now a subiect,</l>
<l n="2152">I haue a King here to my flatterer:</l>
<l n="2153">Being so great, I haue no neede to begge.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2154">Yet aske.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2155">And shall I haue?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2156">You shall.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2157">Then giue me leaue to goe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2158">Whither?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2159">Whither you will, so I were from your sights.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2160">Goe some of you, conuey him to the Tower.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2161">Oh good: conuey: Conueyers are you all,</l>
<l n="2162">That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bull.</speaker>
<l n="2163">On Wednesday next, we solemnly set downe</l>
<l n="2164">Our Coronation: Lords, prepare your selues.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<sp who="#F-r2-abb">
<speaker rend="italic">Abbot.</speaker>
<l n="2165">A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-car">
<speaker rend="italic">Carl.</speaker>
<l n="2166">The Woes to come, the Children yet vnborne,</l>
<l n="2167">Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-aum">
<speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
<l n="2168">You holy Clergie‑men, is there no Plot</l>
<l n="2169">To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-abb">
<speaker rend="italic">Abbot.</speaker>
<l n="2170">Before I freely speake my minde herein,</l>
<l n="2171">You shall not onely take the Sacrament,</l>
<l n="2172">To bury mine intents, but also to effect</l>
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<cb n="1"/>
<l n="2173">What euer I shall happen to deuise.</l>
<l n="2174">I see your Browes are full of Discontent,</l>
<l n="2175">Your Heart of Sorrow, and your Eyes of Teares.</l>
<l n="2176">Come home with me to Supper, Ile lay a Plot</l>
<l n="2177">Shall shew vs all a merry day.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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