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Or not remember what I must be now!
Swell'st them, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to
beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.
K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he
The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd?
And, buried once, why not upon my head?
Aumerle, thouweep'st; My tender-hearted cousin!—
And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with yon; may't please you to come down.
K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering
[North, retires to Baling.
In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base,
For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should sing. [Exeunt, from above.
Baling. What says his majesty?
North. Sorrow and grief of heart
Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic maii:
Enter King Richard, and his Attendants, bdou\
Baling, Stand all apart, And show fair duty to his majesty.— My gracious lord,— [Kneeling.
K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely
To make the base earth proud with kissing it:
Baling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
Baling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love.
K. Rich. Well you deserve:—They well deserve
That know the strong'st and surest way to get.—
Baling. Yea, my good lord.
K. Rich. Then I must not say, no.
Langley. The Duke of York's Garden.
Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this
garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care?
1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.
Queen. 'Twill make me think,
The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune
1 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.
1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.
Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy?
1 Lady. Of either, madam.
Queen. Of neither, girl:
For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.
Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause; But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou
weep. 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you
good. Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me
And never borrow any tear of thee.
Enter a Gardener, and two Servants.
My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
[Queen and Ladies retire.
Card. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks, 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, Cut off 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
1 Serf. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, Keep law, and form, and due proportion, Showing, as in a model, our linn estate