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Sits the wind in that corner?

      — Much Ado about Nothing, Act II Scene 3


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Scene 1. Bristol. Before the castle.

Scene 2. The coast of Wales. A castle in view.

Scene 3. Wales. Before Flint castle.

Scene 4. LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK’s garden.


Act III, Scene 1

Bristol. Before the castle.

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  • Henry IV. Bring forth these men. 1360
    Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls—
    Since presently your souls must part your bodies—
    With too much urging your pernicious lives,
    For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood
    From off my hands, here in the view of men 1365
    I will unfold some causes of your deaths.
    You have misled a prince, a royal king,
    A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
    By you unhappied and disfigured clean:
    You have in manner with your sinful hours 1370
    Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,
    Broke the possession of a royal bed
    And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
    With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.
    Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth, 1375
    Near to the king in blood, and near in love
    Till you did make him misinterpret me,
    Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,
    And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,
    Eating the bitter bread of banishment; 1380
    Whilst you have fed upon my signories,
    Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods,
    From my own windows torn my household coat,
    Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign,
    Save men's opinions and my living blood, 1385
    To show the world I am a gentleman.
    This and much more, much more than twice all this,
    Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd over
    To execution and the hand of death.
  • Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me 1390
    Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.
  • Green. My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
    And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
  • Henry IV. My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd.
    [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with the] 1395
    Uncle, you say the queen is at your house;
    For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated:
    Tell her I send to her my kind commends;
    Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. 1400
  • Edmund of Langley. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd
    With letters of your love to her at large.
  • Henry IV. Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away.
    To fight with Glendower and his complices:
    Awhile to work, and after holiday. 1405


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Act III, Scene 2

The coast of Wales. A castle in view.

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[Drums; flourish and colours. Enter KING RICHARD] [p]II, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, DUKE OF AUMERLE, and Soldiers]

  • Duke of Aumerle. Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air, 1410
    After your late tossing on the breaking seas?
  • King Richard II. Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy
    To stand upon my kingdom once again.
    Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,
    Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: 1415
    As a long-parted mother with her child
    Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting,
    So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,
    And do thee favours with my royal hands.
    Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, 1420
    Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense;
    But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
    And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way,
    Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet
    Which with usurping steps do trample thee: 1425
    Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies;
    And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
    Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder
    Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
    Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies. 1430
    Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords:
    This earth shall have a feeling and these stones
    Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king
    Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.
  • Bishop of Carlisle. Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king 1435
    Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.
    The means that heaven yields must be embraced,
    And not neglected; else, if heaven would,
    And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse,
    The proffer'd means of succor and redress. 1440
  • Duke of Aumerle. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss;
    Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,
    Grows strong and great in substance and in power.
  • King Richard II. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not
    That when the searching eye of heaven is hid, 1445
    Behind the globe, that lights the lower world,
    Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen
    In murders and in outrage, boldly here;
    But when from under this terrestrial ball
    He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines 1450
    And darts his light through every guilty hole,
    Then murders, treasons and detested sins,
    The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs,
    Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves?
    So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, 1455
    Who all this while hath revell'd in the night
    Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,
    Shall see us rising in our throne, the east,
    His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
    Not able to endure the sight of day, 1460
    But self-affrighted tremble at his sin.
    Not all the water in the rough rude sea
    Can wash the balm off from an anointed king;
    The breath of worldly men cannot depose
    The deputy elected by the Lord: 1465
    For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd
    To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,
    God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay
    A glorious angel: then, if angels fight,
    Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right. 1470
    Welcome, my lord. how far off lies your power?
  • Earl of Salisbury. Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord,
    Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue
    And bids me speak of nothing but despair. 1475
    One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,
    Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth:
    O, call back yesterday, bid time return,
    And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!
    To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, 1480
    O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state:
    For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead.
    Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.
  • King Richard II. But now the blood of twenty thousand men 1485
    Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;
    And, till so much blood thither come again,
    Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
    All souls that will be safe fly from my side,
    For time hath set a blot upon my pride. 1490
  • King Richard II. I had forgot myself; am I not king?
    Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest.
    Is not the king's name twenty thousand names?
    Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes 1495
    At thy great glory. Look not to the ground,
    Ye favourites of a king: are we not high?
    High be our thoughts: I know my uncle York
    Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who comes here?


  • Sir Stephen Scroop. More health and happiness betide my liege
    Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him!
  • King Richard II. Mine ear is open and my heart prepared;
    The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.
    Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care 1505
    And what loss is it to be rid of care?
    Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?
    Greater he shall not be; if he serve God,
    We'll serve Him too and be his fellow so:
    Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend; 1510
    They break their faith to God as well as us:
    Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay:
    The worst is death, and death will have his day.
  • Sir Stephen Scroop. Glad am I that your highness is so arm'd
    To bear the tidings of calamity. 1515
    Like an unseasonable stormy day,
    Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores,
    As if the world were all dissolved to tears,
    So high above his limits swells the rage
    Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land 1520
    With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel.
    White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps
    Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices,
    Strive to speak big and clap their female joints
    In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: 1525
    The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows
    Of double-fatal yew against thy state;
    Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills
    Against thy seat: both young and old rebel,
    And all goes worse than I have power to tell. 1530
  • King Richard II. Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill.
    Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot?
    What is become of Bushy? where is Green?
    That they have let the dangerous enemy
    Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? 1535
    If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it:
    I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.
  • King Richard II. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption!
    Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! 1540
    Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart!
    Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas!
    Would they make peace? terrible hell make war
    Upon their spotted souls for this offence!
  • Sir Stephen Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, 1545
    Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate:
    Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made
    With heads, and not with hands; those whom you curse
    Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound
    And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground. 1550
  • King Richard II. No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
    Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; 1555
    Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
    Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
    Let's choose executors and talk of wills:
    And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
    Save our deposed bodies to the ground? 1560
    Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's,
    And nothing can we call our own but death
    And that small model of the barren earth
    Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
    For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground 1565
    And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
    How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
    Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
    Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
    All murder'd: for within the hollow crown 1570
    That rounds the mortal temples of a king
    Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
    Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
    Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
    To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, 1575
    Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
    As if this flesh which walls about our life,
    Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
    Comes at the last and with a little pin
    Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! 1580
    Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
    With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
    Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
    For you have but mistook me all this while:
    I live with bread like you, feel want, 1585
    Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,
    How can you say to me, I am a king?
  • Bishop of Carlisle. My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes,
    But presently prevent the ways to wail.
    To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, 1590
    Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe,
    And so your follies fight against yourself.
    Fear and be slain; no worse can come to fight:
    And fight and die is death destroying death;
    Where fearing dying pays death servile breath. 1595
  • Duke of Aumerle. My father hath a power; inquire of him
    And learn to make a body of a limb.
  • King Richard II. Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come
    To change blows with thee for our day of doom.
    This ague fit of fear is over-blown; 1600
    An easy task it is to win our own.
    Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power?
    Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.
  • Sir Stephen Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky
    The state and inclination of the day: 1605
    So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
    My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
    I play the torturer, by small and small
    To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:
    Your uncle York is join'd with Bolingbroke, 1610
    And all your northern castles yielded up,
    And all your southern gentlemen in arms
    Upon his party.
  • King Richard II. Thou hast said enough.
    Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth 1615
    Of that sweet way I was in to despair!
    What say you now? what comfort have we now?
    By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly
    That bids me be of comfort any more. 1620
    Go to Flint castle: there I'll pine away;
    A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.
    That power I have, discharge; and let them go
    To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,
    For I have none: let no man speak again 1625
    To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
  • King Richard II. He does me double wrong
    That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
    Discharge my followers: let them hence away, 1630
    From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day.


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Act III, Scene 3

Wales. Before Flint castle.

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[Enter, with drum and colours, HENRY BOLINGBROKE,] [p]DUKE OF YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, Attendants, and forces]

  • Henry IV. So that by this intelligence we learn 1635
    The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury
    Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed
    With some few private friends upon this coast.
  • Earl of Northumberland. The news is very fair and good, my lord:
    Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. 1640
  • Edmund of Langley. It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
    To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day
    When such a sacred king should hide his head.
  • Edmund of Langley. The time hath been,
    Would you have been so brief with him, he would
    Have been so brief with you, to shorten you,
    For taking so the head, your whole head's length.
  • Henry IV. Mistake not, uncle, further than you should. 1650
  • Edmund of Langley. Take not, good cousin, further than you should.
    Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads.
  • Henry IV. I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself
    Against their will. But who comes here?
    [Enter HENRY PERCY] 1655
    Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield?
  • Henry IV. Royally!
    Why, it contains no king? 1660
  • Hotspur (Henry Percy). Yes, my good lord,
    It doth contain a king; King Richard lies
    Within the limits of yon lime and stone:
    And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
    Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman 1665
    Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.
  • Henry IV. Noble lords,
    Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle;
    Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley 1670
    Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver:
    Henry Bolingbroke
    On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand
    And sends allegiance and true faith of heart
    To his most royal person, hither come 1675
    Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,
    Provided that my banishment repeal'd
    And lands restored again be freely granted:
    If not, I'll use the advantage of my power
    And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood 1680
    Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen:
    The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
    It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench
    The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land,
    My stooping duty tenderly shall show. 1685
    Go, signify as much, while here we march
    Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.
    Let's march without the noise of threatening drum,
    That from this castle's tatter'd battlements
    Our fair appointments may be well perused. 1690
    Methinks King Richard and myself should meet
    With no less terror than the elements
    Of fire and water, when their thundering shock
    At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
    Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: 1695
    The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain
    My waters; on the earth, and not on him.
    March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.
    [Parle without, and answer within. Then a flourish.]
    Enter on the walls, KING RICHARD II, the BISHOP OF 1700
    See, see, King Richard doth himself appear,
    As doth the blushing discontented sun
    From out the fiery portal of the east,
    When he perceives the envious clouds are bent 1705
    To dim his glory and to stain the track
    Of his bright passage to the occident.
  • Edmund of Langley. Yet looks he like a king: behold, his eye,
    As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
    Controlling majesty: alack, alack, for woe, 1710
    That any harm should stain so fair a show!
  • King Richard II. We are amazed; and thus long have we stood
    To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
    Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: 1715
    And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
    To pay their awful duty to our presence?
    If we be not, show us the hand of God
    That hath dismissed us from our stewardship;
    For well we know, no hand of blood and bone 1720
    Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,
    Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
    And though you think that all, as you have done,
    Have torn their souls by turning them from us,
    And we are barren and bereft of friends; 1725
    Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
    Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
    Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
    Your children yet unborn and unbegot,
    That lift your vassal hands against my head 1730
    And threat the glory of my precious crown.
    Tell Bolingbroke—for yond methinks he stands—
    That every stride he makes upon my land
    Is dangerous treason: he is come to open
    The purple testament of bleeding war; 1735
    But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
    Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons
    Shall ill become the flower of England's face,
    Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
    To scarlet indignation and bedew 1740
    Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.
  • Earl of Northumberland. The king of heaven forbid our lord the king
    Should so with civil and uncivil arms
    Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin
    Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand; 1745
    And by the honourable tomb he swears,
    That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones,
    And by the royalties of both your bloods,
    Currents that spring from one most gracious head,
    And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt, 1750
    And by the worth and honour of himself,
    Comprising all that may be sworn or said,
    His coming hither hath no further scope
    Than for his lineal royalties and to beg
    Enfranchisement immediate on his knees: 1755
    Which on thy royal party granted once,
    His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
    His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
    To faithful service of your majesty.
    This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; 1760
    And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.
  • King Richard II. Northumberland, say thus the king returns:
    His noble cousin is right welcome hither;
    And all the number of his fair demands
    Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction: 1765
    With all the gracious utterance thou hast
    Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
    We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,
    To look so poorly and to speak so fair? 1770
    Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
    Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
  • Duke of Aumerle. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words
    Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords.
  • King Richard II. O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine, 1775
    That laid the sentence of dread banishment
    On yon proud man, should take it off again
    With words of sooth! O that I were as great
    As is my grief, or lesser than my name!
    Or that I could forget what I have been, 1780
    Or not remember what I must be now!
    Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat,
    Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
  • King Richard II. What must the king do now? must he submit? 1785
    The king shall do it: must he be deposed?
    The king shall be contented: must he lose
    The name of king? o' God's name, let it go:
    I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,
    My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, 1790
    My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,
    My figured goblets for a dish of wood,
    My sceptre for a palmer's walking staff,
    My subjects for a pair of carved saints
    And my large kingdom for a little grave, 1795
    A little little grave, an obscure grave;
    Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,
    Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet
    May hourly trample on their sovereign's head;
    For on my heart they tread now whilst I live; 1800
    And buried once, why not upon my head?
    Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin!
    We'll make foul weather with despised tears;
    Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,
    And make a dearth in this revolting land. 1805
    Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,
    And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
    As thus, to drop them still upon one place,
    Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
    Within the earth; and, therein laid,—there lies 1810
    Two kinsmen digg'd their graves with weeping eyes.
    Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
    I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.
    Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland,
    What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty 1815
    Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
    You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.
  • Earl of Northumberland. My lord, in the base court he doth attend
    To speak with you; may it please you to come down.
  • King Richard II. Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon, 1820
    Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
    In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base,
    To come at traitors' calls and do them grace.
    In the base court? Come down? Down, court!
    down, king! 1825
    For night-owls shriek where mounting larks
    should sing.

[Exeunt from above]

  • Earl of Northumberland. Sorrow and grief of heart 1830
    Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man
    Yet he is come.

[Enter KING RICHARD and his attendants below]

  • Henry IV. Stand all apart,
    And show fair duty to his majesty. 1835
    [He kneels down]
    My gracious lord,—
  • King Richard II. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee
    To make the base earth proud with kissing it:
    Me rather had my heart might feel your love 1840
    Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.
    Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,
    Thus high at least, although your knee be low.
  • Henry IV. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
  • Henry IV. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
    As my true service shall deserve your love.
  • King Richard II. Well you deserve: they well deserve to have,
    That know the strong'st and surest way to get.
    Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes; 1850
    Tears show their love, but want their remedies.
    Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
    Though you are old enough to be my heir.
    What you will have, I'll give, and willing too;
    For do we must what force will have us do. 1855
    Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?

[Flourish. Exeunt]

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Act III, Scene 4



[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