To mine Inheritance of free Descent. North. The noble Duke hath been too much abus'd. Rofs. It ftands your Grace upon, to do him Right. Willo. Bafe men by his endowments are made great. York. My lords of England, let me tell you this, I have had Feeling of my Coufin's wrongs, And labour'd all I could to do him Right: But, in this kind, to come in braving arms, Be his own carver, and cut out his way, To find out Right with wrongs, it may not be ; And you that do abet him in this kind, Cherish Rebellion, and are Rebels all. North. The noble Duke hath fworn, his Coming is Boling. An offer, Uncle, that we will accept; [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE In WALE S. X I. Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. Cap. MAnd hardly kept our Countrymen together, Y lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And yet we hear no tidings from the King: Salif. Stay yet another day, thou trufty Welshman: The King repofeth all his truft in thee. [stay. Cap. 'Tis thought, the King is dead: we will not "The Bay-trees in our Country all are wither'd, "And meteors fright the fixed stars of heav'n; "The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth "And lean-look'd Prophets whisper fearful Change. "Rich men look fad, and ruffians dance and leap;' The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy; Th' other, in hope t'enjoy by rage and war. Thefe figns forererun the death of KingsFarewel; our countrymen are gone and fled, As well affur'd, Richard their King is dead. Salif. Ah, Richard, ah! with eyes of heavy mind, I fee thy Glory, like a fhooting Star, [Exit. [Exit. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol. Enter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Rofs, Percy, Willoughby, with Bushy and Green Prifoners. BOLINGBROKE. RING forth these men. B And ftain'd the Beauty of a fair Queen's cheeks This, and much more, much more than twice all this, Con Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd Bufby. More welcome is the stroak of death to me, Than Bolingbroke to England.Lords, farewel. Green. My comfort is, that heav'n will take our fouls, And plague injuftice with the pains of hell. Boling. My lord Northumberland, fee them dispatch'd. Uncle, you fay the Queen is at your houfe; For heav'n's fake, fairly let her be intreated; Tell her, I send to her my kind Commends; Take special care, my Greetings be deliver❜d. York. A gentleman of mine I have difpatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. [away, Boling. Thanks, gentle Uncle: come, my lords, To fight with Glendower and his Complices; A while to Work; and, after, Holy-day. SCENE II. Changes to the Coast of Wales. [Exeunt. Enter King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of Carlisle, and Soldiers. Arkloughly-caftle call you this at hand? K. Rich. Aum. Yea, my good lord; how brooks your Grace the air, After your toffing on the breaking Seas? K. Rich. Needs muft I like it well: I weep for joy Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting; Nor Nor with thy fweets comfort his rav'nous sense: And, when they from thy bofom pluck a flower, [you King, Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Pow'r, that made Hath pow'r to keep you King, in fpight of all. "The means, that heaven yields, must be embrac'd, And not neglected: elfe if heaven would, And we would not heav'n's offer, we refuse The profer'd means of fuccour and redress. Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remifs; Whilft Bolingbroke, through our fecurity, Grows ftrong and great, in fubftance and in power. K. Rich. Discomfortable Coufin, know'st thou not, "That when the fearching eye of heav'n is hid "Behind the globe, (a) and lights the lower world; "Then thieves and robbers range abroad unfeen, "In murders, and in outrage bloody here. "But when from under this terrestrial ball "He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, "And darts his light through ev'ry guilty hole; "Then murders, treafons, and detefted fins, "The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, 8 The means, that heaven, &c.] The four lines that follow from the first Edition. [(a) and Oxford Editor. Vulg. that.] Mr. Pope. "Stand |