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The Life and Death of Richard the Second. 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.
Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter as to the Parliament, Bullingbrooke, Aumerle, Nor‑ thumberland, Percie, Fitz‑Water, Surrey, Carlile, Abbot of Westminster. Herauld, Officers and Bagot. Bullingbrooke. Call forth Bagot.

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Now Bagot, freely speake thy minde, What thou do'st know of Noble Glousters death: Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd
[1850]
The bloody Office of his Timelesse end.
Bag. Then set before my face, the Lord Aumerle. Bul. Cosin, stand forth, and looke vpon that man. Bag. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scornes to vnsay, what it hath once deliuer'd.
[1855]
In that dead time, when Glousters death was plotted, I heard you say, Is not my arme of length, That reacheth from the restfull English Court As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head. Amongst much other talke, that very time,
[1860]
I heard you say, that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes, Then Bullingbrookes returne to England; adding withall, How blest this Land would be, in this your Cosins death.
Aum. Princes, and Noble Lords:
[1865]
What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres, On equall termes to giue him chasticement? Either I must, or haue mine honor soyl'd With th'Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes.
[1870]
There is my Gage, the manuall Seale of death That markes thee out for Hell. Thou lyest, And will maintaine what thou hast said, is false, In thy heart blood, though being all too base To staine the temper of my Knightly sword.
Bul.
[1875]
Bagot forbeare, thou shalt not take it vp.
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence, that hath mou'd me so. Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathize: There is my Gage, Aumerle, in Gage to thine:
[1880]
By that faire Sunne, that shewes me where thou stand'st, I heard thee say (and vauntingly thou spak'st it) That thou wer't cause of Noble Glousters death. If thou deniest it, twenty times thou lyest, And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart,
[1885]
Where it was forged with my Rapiers point.
Aum. Thou dar'st not (Coward) liue to see the day. Fitz. Now by my Soule, I would it were this houre. Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this. Per. Aumerle, thou lye'st: his Honor is as true
[1890]
In this Appeale, as thou art all vniust: And that thou art so, there I throw my Gage To proue it on thee, to th'extreamest point Of mortall breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'st.
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
[1895]
And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele, Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe.
Surrey. My Lord Fitz water: I do remember well, the very time Aumerle, and you did talke. Fitz.
[1900]
My Lord, 'Tis very true: You were in presence then, And you can witnesse with me, this is true.
Surrey. As false, by heauen, As Heauen it selfe is true. Fitz.
[1905]
Surrey, thou Lyest.
Surrey. Dishonourable Boy; That Lye, shall lie so heauy on my Sword, That it shall render Vengeance, and Reuenge, Till thou the Lye‑giuer, and that Lye, doe lye
[1910]
In earth as quiet, as thy Fathers Scull. In proofe whereof, there is mine Honors pawne, Engage it to the Triall, if thou dar'st. An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Fitz.

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Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter as to the Parliament, Bullingbrooke, Aumerle, Nor‑ thumberland, Percie, Fitz‑Water, Surrey, Carlile, Abbot of Westminster. Herauld, Officers and Bagot. Bullingbrooke. Call forth Bagot. Now Bagot, freely speake thy minde, What thou do'st know of Noble Glousters death: Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd
[1850]
The bloody Office of his Timelesse end.
Bag. Then set before my face, the Lord Aumerle. Bul. Cosin, stand forth, and looke vpon that man. Bag. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scornes to vnsay, what it hath once deliuer'd.
[1855]
In that dead time, when Glousters death was plotted, I heard you say, Is not my arme of length, That reacheth from the restfull English Court As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head. Amongst much other talke, that very time,
[1860]
I heard you say, that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes, Then Bullingbrookes returne to England; adding withall, How blest this Land would be, in this your Cosins death.
Aum. Princes, and Noble Lords:
[1865]
What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres, On equall termes to giue him chasticement? Either I must, or haue mine honor soyl'd With th'Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes.
[1870]
There is my Gage, the manuall Seale of death That markes thee out for Hell. Thou lyest, And will maintaine what thou hast said, is false, In thy heart blood, though being all too base To staine the temper of my Knightly sword.
Bul.
[1875]
Bagot forbeare, thou shalt not take it vp.
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence, that hath mou'd me so. Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathize: There is my Gage, Aumerle, in Gage to thine:
[1880]
By that faire Sunne, that shewes me where thou stand'st, I heard thee say (and vauntingly thou spak'st it) That thou wer't cause of Noble Glousters death. If thou deniest it, twenty times thou lyest, And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart,
[1885]
Where it was forged with my Rapiers point.
Aum. Thou dar'st not (Coward) liue to see the day. Fitz. Now by my Soule, I would it were this houre. Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this. Per. Aumerle, thou lye'st: his Honor is as true
[1890]
In this Appeale, as thou art all vniust: And that thou art so, there I throw my Gage To proue it on thee, to th'extreamest point Of mortall breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'st.
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
[1895]
And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele, Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe.
Surrey. My Lord Fitz water: I do remember well, the very time Aumerle, and you did talke. Fitz.
[1900]
My Lord, 'Tis very true: You were in presence then, And you can witnesse with me, this is true.
Surrey. As false, by heauen, As Heauen it selfe is true. Fitz.
[1905]
Surrey, thou Lyest.
Surrey. Dishonourable Boy; That Lye, shall lie so heauy on my Sword, That it shall render Vengeance, and Reuenge, Till thou the Lye‑giuer, and that Lye, doe lye
[1910]
In earth as quiet, as thy Fathers Scull. In proofe whereof, there is mine Honors pawne, Engage it to the Triall, if thou dar'st. An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Fitzw. How fondly do'st thou spurre a forward Horse? If I dare eate, or drinke, or breathe, or liue,
[1915]
I dare meete Surrey in a Wildernesse, And spit vpon him, whilest I say he Lyes, And Lyes, and Lyes: there is my Bond of Faith, To tye thee to my strong Correction. As I intend to thriue in this new World,
[1920]
Aumerle is guiltie of my true Appeale. Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolke say, That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men, To execute the Noble Duke at Callis.
Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage,
[1925]
That Norfolke lyes: here doe I throw downe this, If he may be repeal'd, to trie his Honor.
Bull. These differences shall all rest vnder Gage, Till Norfolke be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be; And (though mine Enemie) restor'd againe
[1930]
To all his Lands and Seignories: when hee's return'd, Against Aumerle we will enforce his Tryall.
Carl. That honorable day shall ne're be seene. Many a time hath banish'd Norfolke fought For Iesu Christ, in glorious Christian field
[1935]
Streaming the Ensigne of the Christian Crosse, Against black Pagans, Turkes, and Saracens: And toyl'd with workes of Warre, retyr'd himselfe To Italy, and there at Venice gaue His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth,
[1940]
And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ, Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long.
Bull. Why Bishop, is Norfolke dead? Carl. As sure as I liue, my Lord. Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule
[1945]
To the Bosome of good old Abraham. Lords Appealants, your differēcesdifferences shal all rest vnder gage, Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall.
Enter Yorke. Yorke. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee From plume‑pluckt Richard, who with willing Soule
[1950]
Adopts thee Heire, and his high Scepter yeelds To the possession of thy Royall Hand. Ascend his Throne, descending now from him, And long liue Henry, of that Name the Fourth.
Bull. In Gods Name, Ile ascend the Regall Throne. Carl.
[1955]
Mary, Heauen forbid. Worst in this Royall Presence may I speake, Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth. Would God, that any in this Noble Presence Were enough Noble, to be vpright Iudge
[1960]
Of Noble Richard: then true Noblenesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a Wrong. What Subiect can giue Sentence on his King? And who sits here, that is not Richards Subiect? Theeues are not iudg'd, but they are by to heare,
[1965]
Although apparant guilt be seene in them: And shall the figure of Gods Maiestie, His Captaine, Steward, Deputie elect, Anoynted, Crown'd, planted many yeeres, Be iudg'd by subiect, and inferior breathe,
[1970]
And he himselfe not present? Oh, forbid it, God, That in a Christian Climate, Soules refin'de Should shew so heynous, black, obscene a deed. I speake to Subiects, and a Subiect speakes, Stirr'd vp by Heauen, thus boldly for his King.
[1975]
My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call King, Is a foule Traytor to prowd Herefords King. And if you Crowne him, let me prophecie, The blood of English shall manure the ground, And future Ages groane for his foule Act.
[1980]
Peace shall goe sleepe with Turkes and Infidels, And in this Seat of Peace, tumultuous Warres Shall Kinne with Kinne, and Kinde with Kinde confound. Disorder, Horror, Feare, and Mutinie Shall here inhabite, and this Land be call'd
[1985]
The field of Golgotha, and dead mens Sculls. Oh, if you reare this House, against this House It will the wofullest Diuision proue, That euer fell vpon this cursed Earth. Preuent it, resist it, and let it not be so,
[1990]
Least Child, Childs Children cry against you, Woe.
North. Well haue you argu'd Sir: and for your paines, Of Capitall Treason we arrest you here. My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge, To keepe him safely, till his day of Tryall.
[1995]
May it please you, Lords, to grant the Commons Suit?
Bull. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender: so we shall proceede Without suspition. Yorke. I will be his Conduct. Exit. Bull.
[2000]
Lords, you that here are vnder our Arrest, Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Answer: Little are we beholding to your Loue, And little look'd for at your helping Hands.
Enter Richard and Yorke. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a King,
[2005]
Before I haue shooke off the Regall thoughts Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet haue learn'd To insinuate, flatter, bowe, and bend my Knee. Giue Sorrow leaue a while, to tuture me To this submission. Yet I well remember
[2010]
The fauors of these men: were they not mine? Did they not sometime cry, All hayle to me? So Iudas did to Christ: but he in twelue, Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelue thousand, none. God saue the King: will no man say, Amen?
[2015]
Am I both Priest, and Clarke? well then, Amen. God saue the King, although I be not hee: And yet Amen, if Heauen doe thinke him mee. To doe what seruice, am I sent for hither?
Yorke. To doe that office of thine owne good will,
[2020]
Which tyred Maiestie did make thee offer: The Resignation of thy State and Crowne To Henry Bullingbrooke.
Rich. Giue me the Crown. Here Cousin, seize yͤ Crown: Here Cousin, on this side my Hand, on that side thine.
[2025]
Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well, That owes two Buckets, filling one another, The emptier euer dancing in the ayre, The other downe, vnseene, and full of Water: That Bucket downe, and full of Teares am I,
[2030]
Drinking my Griefes, whil'st you mount vp on high.
Bull. I thought you had been willing to resigne. Rich. My Crowne I am, but still my Griefes are mine: You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those. Bull.
[2035]
Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne.
Rich. Your Cares set vp, do not pluck my Cares downe. My Care, is losse of Care, by old Care done, Your Care, is gaine of Care, by new Care wonne: The Cares I giue, I haue, though giuen away,
[2040]
They 'tend the Crowne, yet still with me they stay:
Bull. Are you contented to resigne the Crowne? Rich. I, no; no, I: for I must nothing bee: Therefore no, no, for I resigne to thee. Now, marke me how I will vndoe my selfe.
[2045]
I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head, And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand, The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart. With mine owne Teares I wash away my Balme, With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne,
[2050]
With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State, With mine owne Breath release all dutious Oathes; All Pompe and Maiestie I doe forsweare: My Manors, Rents, Reuenues, I forgoe; My Acts, Decrees, and Statutes I denie:
[2055]
God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee, God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee. Make me, that nothing haue, with nothing grieu'd, And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all atchieu'd. Long may'st thou liue in Richards Seat to sit,
[2060]
And soone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit. God saue King Henry, vn‑King'd Richard sayes, And send him many yeeres of Sunne‑shine dayes. What more remaines?
North. No more: but that you reade
[2065]
These Accusations, and these grieuous Crymes, Committed by your Person, and your followers, Against the State, and Profit of this Land: That by confessing them, the Soules of men May deeme, that you are worthily depos'd.
Rich.
[2070]
Must I doe so ? and must I rauell out My weau'd‑vp follyes? Gentle Northumberland, If thy Offences were vpon Record, Would it not shame thee, in so faire a troupe, To reade a Lecture of them? If thou would'st,
[2075]
There should'st thou finde one heynous Article, Contayning the deposing of a King, And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath, Mark'd with a Blot, damn'd in the Booke of Heauen. Nay, all of you, that stand and looke vpon me,
[2080]
Whil'st that my wretchednesse doth bait my selfe, Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Shewing an outward pittie: yet you Pilates Haue here deliuer'd me to my sowre Crosse, And Water cannot wash away your sinne.
North.
[2085]
My Lord dispatch, reade o're these Articles.
Rich. Mine Eyes are full of Teares, I cannot see: And yet salt‑Water blindes them not so much, But they can see a sort of Traytors here. Nay, if I turne mine Eyes vpon my selfe,
[2090]
I finde my selfe a Traytor with the rest: For I haue giuen here my Soules consent, T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King; Made Glory base; a Soueraigntie, a Slaue; Prowd Maiestie, a Subiect; State, a Pesant.
North.
[2095]
My Lord.
Rich. No Lord of thine, thou haught‑insulting man; No, nor no mans Lord: I haue no Name, no Title; No, not that Name was giuen me at the Font, But 'tis vsurpt: alack the heauie day,
[2100]
That I haue worne so many Winters out, And know not now, what Name to call my selfe. Oh, that I were a Mockerie, King of Snow, Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke, To melt my selfe away in Water‑drops.
[2105]
Good King, great King, and yet not greatly good, And if my word be Sterling yet in England, Let it command a Mirror hither straight, That it may shew me what a Face I haue, Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie.
Bull.
[2110]
Goe some of you, and fetch a Looking‑Glasse.
North. Read o're this Paper, while yͤ Glasse doth come. Rich. Fiend, thou torments me, ere I come to Hell. Bull. Vrge it no more, my Lord Northumberland. North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd. Rich.
[2115]
They shall be satisfy'd: Ile reade enough, When I doe see the very Booke indeede, Where all my sinnes are writ, and that's my selfe. Enter one with a Glasse. Giue me that Glasse, and therein will I reade. No deeper wrinckles yet? hath Sorrow strucke
[2120]
So may Blowes vpon this Face of mine, And made no deeper Wounds ? Oh flatt'ring Glasse, Like to my followers in prosperitie, Thou do'st beguile me. Was this Face, the Face That euery day, vnder his House‑hold Roofe,
[2125]
Did keepe ten thousand men? Was this the Face, That like the Sunne, did make beholders winke? Is this the Face, which fac'd so many follyes, That was at last out‑fac'd by Bullingbrooke? A brittle Glory shineth in this Face,
[2130]
As brittle as the Glory, is the Face, For there it is, crackt in an hundred shiuers. Marke silent King, the Morall of this sport, How soone my Sorrow hath destroy'd my Face.
Bull. The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy'd
[2135]
The shadow of your Face.
Rich. Say that againe. The shadow of my Sorrow: ha, let's see, 'Tis very true, my Griefe lyes all within, And these externall manner of Laments,
[2140]
Are meerely shadowes, to the vnseen Griefe, That swells with silence in the tortur'd Soule. There lyes the substance: and I thanke thee King For thy great bountie, that not onely giu'st Me cause to wayle, but teachest me the way
[2145]
How to lament the cause. Ile begge one Boone, And then be gone, and trouble you no more. Shall I obtaine it?
Bull. Name it, faire Cousin. Rich. Faire Cousin? I am greater then a King:
[2150]
For when I was a King, my flatterers Were then but subiects; being now a subiect, I haue a King here to my flatterer: Being so great, I haue no neede to begge.
Bull. Yet aske. Rich.
[2155]
And shall I haue?
Bull. You shall. Rich. Then giue me leaue to goe. Bull. Whither? Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your sights. Bull.
[2160]
Goe some of you, conuey him to the Tower.
Rich. Oh good: conuey: Conueyers are you all, That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall. Bull. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set downe Our Coronation: Lords, prepare your selues. Exeunt. Abbot.
[2165]
A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld.
Carl. The Woes to come, the Children yet vnborne, Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne. Aum. You holy Clergie‑men, is there no Plot To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot. Abbot.
[2170]
Before I freely speake my minde herein, You shall not onely take the Sacrament, To bury mine intents, but also to effect What euer I shall happen to deuise. I see your Browes are full of Discontent,
[2175]
Your Heart of Sorrow, and your Eyes of Teares. Come home with me to Supper, Ile lay a Plot Shall shew vs all a merry day.
Exeunt.
 

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   <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>
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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>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <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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   <cb n="1"/>
   <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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      <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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