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Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apri

cocks,

Which, like unruly children, make their sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight; Give some supportance to the bending twigs.Go thou, and like an executioner,

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Cut of the heads of too fast-growing sprays,
That look too lofty in our commonwealth :
All must be even in our government.
You thus employ'd, I will go root away.
The noisome weeds, that without profit suck
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.

1 Serv, Why should we, in the compass of a pale,

Keep law, and form, and due proportion, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate? When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up, Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars?

Gard. Hold thy peace:

He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring,
Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf:
The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did
shelter,

That seem'd in cating him, to hold him up,
Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke;
I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
1 Serv. What, are they dead?

Gard. They are; aud Bolingbroke

Hath seiz'd the wasteful King.-Oh! What pity is it,

That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land,

As we this garden! We at time of year

Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees;
Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood,
With too much riches it confound itself:
Had he done so to great and growing men,
They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste
Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live:
Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,
Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
1 Serv, What, think you then, the King shall
be depos'd?

Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, 'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's, That tell black tidings.

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?

What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee
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,
Divine his downfal? Say, where, when, and how,
Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thon
wretch.

Gard. Pardon me, Madam: little joy have I, To breathe this news; yet what I say, is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd: In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, And some few vanities that make him light;

But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
Besides himself, are all the English peers,
And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
Post you to London, and you'll find it so ;
I speak no more than every one doth know.
Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light
of foot,

Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st
To serve me last, that I may longest keep
Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, Ladies, go,
To meet at London London's King in woe.
What, was I born to this! that my sad look
Should grace the triumph of gıcat Bolingbroke ?—
Gardener, for telling me this news of woe,
I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never
grow.

[Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Gard. Poor Queen! so that thy state might be

no worse,

I would my skill were subject to thy curse.Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping Queen.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE I,

London. Westminster Hall.

The Lords spiritual on the right side of the throne; the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below. Enter BOLINGBROKE. AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, another Lord, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, and Attendants, Officers behind, with BAGOT.

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Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd

The bloody office of his timeless end.

Bagot. Then set before my face the Lord

Aumerle.

Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look

that man.

upon

Bagot. My Lord Aumerle, I know, your daring tongue Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd In that dead time when Gloster's death was

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plotted.

I heard you say.-Is not my arm of length,
That reacheth from the restful English court
As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?
Amongst much other talk, that very time,
1 heard you say, that you had rather refuse
The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,

Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
In this your cousin's death.

Aum. Princes, and noble Lords,

What answer shall make to this base man?
Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,
On equal terms to give him chastisement?
Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd
With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.
There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest,
And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false,
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it

up.

Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.

Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine : By that fairsun that shows me where thou stand'st, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest; And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that day.

Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.

Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for

this.

Percy. Aumerle, thou licst; his honour is as

true

In this appeal, as thou art all unjust:

And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage,

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