History of Richard II

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Act III, Scene 4

LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK’s garden.

       
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[Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies]

  • Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this garden,
    To drive away the heavy thought of care?
  • Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.
  • Queen. 'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs,
    And that my fortune rubs against the bias. 1865
  • Lady. Madam, we'll 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.
  • Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. 1870
  • Queen. Of sorrow or of joy?
  • Lady. Of either, madam.
  • Queen. Of neither, girl:
    For of joy, being altogether wanting,
    It doth remember me the more of sorrow; 1875
    Or if of grief, being altogether had,
    It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
    For what I have I need not to repeat;
    And what I want it boots not to complain.
  • Lady. Madam, I'll sing. 1880
  • Queen. 'Tis well that thou hast cause
    But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.
  • Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you good.
  • Queen. And I could sing, would weeping do me good,
    And never borrow any tear of thee. 1885
    [Enter a Gardener, and two Servants]
    But stay, here come the gardeners:
    Let's step into the shadow of these trees.
    My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
    They'll talk of state; for every one doth so 1890
    Against a change; woe is forerun with woe.

[QUEEN and Ladies retire]

  • Gardener. Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks,
    Which, like unruly children, make their sire
    Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: 1895
    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. 1900
    You thus employ'd, I will go root away
    The noisome weeds, which without profit suck
    The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
  • Servant. Why should we in the compass of a pale
    Keep law and form and due proportion, 1905
    Showing, as in a model, our firm estate,
    When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,
    Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up,
    Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruin'd,
    Her knots disorder'd and her wholesome herbs 1910
    Swarming with caterpillars?
  • Gardener. Hold thy peace:
    He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring
    Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf:
    The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, 1915
    That seem'd in eating him to hold him up,
    Are pluck'd up root and all by Bolingbroke,
    I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
  • Gardener. They are; and Bolingbroke 1920
    Hath seized the wasteful king. O, what pity is it
    That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land
    As we this garden! We at time of year
    Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees,
    Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood, 1925
    With too much riches it confound itself:
    Had he done so to great and growing men,
    They might have lived to bear and he to taste
    Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches
    We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: 1930
    Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,
    Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
  • Servant. What, think you then the king shall be deposed?
  • Gardener. Depress'd he is already, and deposed
    'Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night 1935
    To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's,
    That tell black tidings.
  • Queen. O, I am press'd to death through want of speaking!
    [Coming forward]
    Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden, 1940
    How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?
    What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee
    To make a second fall of cursed man?
    Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed?
    Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth, 1945
    Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how,
    Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.
  • Gardener. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I
    To breathe this news; yet what I say is true.
    King Richard, he is in the mighty hold 1950
    Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd:
    In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,
    And some few vanities that make him light;
    But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
    Besides himself, are all the English peers, 1955
    And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
    Post you to London, and you will find it so;
    I speak no more than every one doth know.
  • Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,
    Doth not thy embassage belong to me, 1960
    And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st
    To serve me last, that I may longest keep
    Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go,
    To meet at London London's king in woe.
    What, was I born to this, that my sad look 1965
    Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?
    Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,
    Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.

[Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies]

  • Gardener. Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, 1970
    I would my skill were subject to thy curse.
    Here did she fall a tear; here in this place
    I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace:
    Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,
    In the remembrance of a weeping queen. 1975

[Exeunt]

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