1 Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, 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, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, Fitz. Aum, Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this. Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true, In this appeal, as thou art all unjust: And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, Lord. I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle; And spur thee on with full as many lies Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll 'throw at all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, The very time Aumerle and you did talk. And you can witness with me, this is true. Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true. Fitz. Surrey, thou liest. Surrey. Dishonourable boy! That lie shall ly so heavy on my sword, In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse ? If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lyes, As I intend to thrive in this new world, Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, men To execute the noble duke at Calais. Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage, That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, Boling. These differences shall all rest under gage, Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be, Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. seen. Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants, Enter YORK, attended. York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with wil.* ling soul Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields Ascend his throne, descending now from him,And long live Henry, of that name the fourth! Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne. Car. Marry, God forbid! Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Of noble Richard; then true noblesse would Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear, Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny, Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd It will the woefullest division prove, Lest child, child's children, cry against you North. Well have you argu'd, sir; and for your pains, Of capital treason we arrest you here: May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit? Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender; so we shall proceed Without suspicion. York. I will be his conduct. [Exit.] Boling. Lords, you that are here under our arrest, Procure your sureties for your days of answer: Little are we beholding to your love, [to Carlisle.] And little look'd for at your helping hands. Re-enter YORK, with king RICHARD, and officers bearing the Regalia. K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee: Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me To this submission. Yet I well remember The favours of these men. Were they not mine? Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me? So Judas did to Christ: but he in twelve, Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thou sand, none. God'save the king! Will no man say, amen? |