How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. K. Rich. Say that again. The shadow of my sorrow? Hà! let's see:- Boling. Name it, fair cousin. K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why, I am greater than a king: For, when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but subjects; being now a subject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg. Boling. Yet ask. K. Rich. And shall I have ? Boling. You shall. K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. Boling. Whither? K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your sights. Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the Tower. K. Rich. O, good! Convey?-Conveyers are you all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. [Exeunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, and a Guard. Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. [Exeunt all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle, and AUMERLE. Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. I see your brows are full of discontent, ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I. London. A Street leading to the Tower, Queen. This Enter Queen, and Ladies. way the king will come; this is the way To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower,7 To whose flint bosom my condemned lord 5 Jugglers, also robbers. 6 Conceal. 7 Tower of London. Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth Have any resting for her true king's queen. Enter King RICHARD, and Guards. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, That you K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, Picture of greatness. And fawn on rage with base humility, Which art a lion, and a king of beasts ? K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France: With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales And, ere thou bid good night, to quit' their grief, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. And, in compassion, weep the fire out: For the deposing of a rightful king. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd; You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal Passed. 1 Be even with them. It is too little, helping him to all; And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the way To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end. 2 Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of day. Queen. And must we be divided? must we part? K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me. North. That were some love, but little policy. Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go? K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one woe. Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here ; Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near'.3 Go, count thy way with sighs; I, mine with groans. Queen. So longest way shall have the longest moans. All-hallows, i. e. All-saints, Nov. 1. 3 Never the nigher. |