And their true sovereign, whom they must obey? And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath. KING EDWARD is discovered sitting on his throne. QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant PRINCE, Clarence, Gloster, Hastings and others, near him. K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Repurchas'd with the blood of enemies. What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn, For hardy and undoubted champions : And two Northumberlands; two braver men Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound : That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy :- KING RICHARD II. ACT III. SCENE IV. Queen. HAT sport shall we devise here in this garden, Queen. The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune Runs 'gainst the bias. Lady. Madam, we will dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief; Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. Queen. Lady. Of either, madam. Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy? Of neither, girl : For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy : For what I have, I need not to repeat: And what I want, it boots not to complain. Lady. Madam, I'll sing. Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause; But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou weep. Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you good. Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me good, And never borrow any tear of thee. But stay, here come the gardeners: Let's step into the shadow of these trees.— They'll talk of state; for every one doth so [Queen and Ladies retire. Gardener. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, Queen. O, I am press'd to death, Through want of speaking!-Thou, old Adam's likeness, [Coming from her concealment. Set to dress this garden, how dares Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say, King Richard is depos'd? Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth, Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd: And with that odds he weighs King Richard down. I speak no more than every one doth know. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot, And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Gardener. Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.- [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Queen. This way the king will come; this is the way To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Is doom'd a prisoner, by proud Bolingbroke : Enter KING RICHARD and GUARDS. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.- K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, Which our profane hours here have stricken down. Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage |