Of Noble Richard; then true nobleness would Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd Left childrens children cry against you, Woe. North. Well have you argu'd, Sir; and for your pains, Of capital treafon we arreft you here. My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge, To keep him fafely till his day of trial. May't pleafe you, Lords, to grant the Commons' fuit? Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may furrender: fo we shall proceed Without fufpicion. 1 York. I will be his conduct.. Boling. Lords, you that here are under our arreft, Procure your fureties for your days of anfwer:: Exit. Little are we beholden to your love, SCENE III. Enter King Richard and York. Found truth in all, but one; 1, in twelve thousand, none *. York. To do that office of thine own good will, Which tired Majefty did make thee offer; The refignation of thy ftate and crown. K. Rich. Give me the crown.. Here, coufin, feize Here, on this fide, my hand; on that fide, thine t. -in twelve thoufand, none. God fave the King!-will no man fay, Amen ? Am I both priest and clerk? well then, Amen. God fave the King, although I be not he: on that fide, thine. Now is this golden crown like a deep well, Drinking my griefs, whilft you mount up on high. Boling I thought you had been willing to refign. K. Rich. My crown, I am; but fill my griefs are mine: You may my glories, and my ftate depofe, But not my griefs: ftillam 1 King of those. Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your crown. K. Rich. Your cares fet up, do not pluck my cares down. My care, is lofs of care, by old care done; Now Your care, is gain of care, by new care won. They tend the rown, yet fill with me they stay. Boling. 1 Now mark me how I will undo myself: t All pomp and majefly I do forfwear: My manors, rents, revenues, I forego; North. No more; but that you read Thefe accufations, and thefe grievous crimes K. Rich. Muft I do fo? and must 1 ravel ont Would it not fhame thee, in fo fair a troop, And cracking the ftrong warrant of an oath, Boling. Are you contented to refign the crown? Now, mark me, &c. 1 that haft all atchiev'd! Long may'st thou live in Richard's feat to fit, And foon lie Richard in an earthly pit! God fave King Henry, unking'd Richard fay And fend him many years of fun-fhine days! Whilft Whilft that my wretchednefs doth bait myself, Though fome of you with Pilate wash your hands, Have here deliver'd me to my four crofs, And water cannot wash away your fin. North. My Lord, difpatch; read o'er thefe articles. K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears: I cannot fee: And yet falt-water blinds them not fo much, But they can see a fort* of traitors here. Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the reft: For I have given here my foul's confent, T'undeck the pompous body of a King, Made glory bafe, a fovereign a flave, Proud majesty a fubject, ftate a peasant. North. My Lord K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught-infulting man; Nor no man's lord: I have no name, no title? No, not that name was given me at the font, And if my word be fterling yet in England, [To Boling. Since it is bankrupt of his Majefty. Boling. Go fome of you, and fetch a looking-glafs. North. Read o'er this paper while the glafs doth come. K. Rich Fiend, thou torment'ft me ere I come to hell, Boling. Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland. North. The Commons will not then be fatisfy'd. K. Rich. They fhall be fatisfy'd: I'll read enough When I do fee the very book, indeed, Where all my fins are writ, and that's myself. Enter Good King,-great King,—(and yet not greatly good,)^. And if my word, &c. Enter one with a glass. Give me that glass, and therein will I read. So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds? Oh, flatt'ring glafs! Thou doft beguile me. Was this face the face That every day under his household-roof Did keep ten thousand men! was this the face, K. Rich. Say that again. The fhadow of my forrow! ha, let's fee; Boling. Name it, fair coufin. K. Rich. Fair coufin! I am greater than a King :: For when I was a King, my flatterers Were then but fubjects; being now a fubject, I have a King here to my flatterer. Being fo great, I have no need to beg. K. Rich. And fhall I have? beholders wink? Is this the face which fac'd fo many follies, Boling. [Dafhes the glass against the grounds As brittle as the glory is the face; |