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 Against a change: woe is forerun with woe. [QUEEN and Ladies retire. Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apri cocks, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays, I Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale, Keep law, and form, and due proportion, up, Her fruit-trees all unpruned, her hedges ruin'd, Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars? Hold thy peace :— Gard. He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, 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. I Serv. What, are they dead? Gard. They are; And Bolingbroke hath seized the wasteful king.— Oh! what pity is it, That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; I Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be deposed? Gard. Depress'd he is already; and deposed, 'Tis doubt, he will be; letters came last night 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, How dares thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursèd man? Why dost thou say king Richard is deposed? Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth, Divine his downfall? Say where, when, and how Cam'st thou by these ill-tidings? speak, thou wretch. Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I To breathe these news: yet what I say is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd: Doth not thy embassage belong to me, no worse, I would my skill were subject to thy curse.- [Exeunt. wwwww ACT IV. SCENE I.-London. Westminster Hall. The Lords spiritual on the right side of the throne ; the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below. Enter BOLINGbroke,_AumerLE, SURREY, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, FITZWATER, another Lord, BISHOP OF CARLISLE, ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER, and Attendants. Officers behind with BAGOT. Bolingbroke. ALL forth Bagot. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; death; Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd The bloody office of his timeless end. Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. I heard you say,-Is not my arm of length, Adding withal, how bless'd this land would be In this your cousin's death. Aum. Princes, and noble lords, What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, On equal terms to give him chastisement? Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd With the attainder of his slanderous lips.There is my gage, the manual seal of death, That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, And will maintain what thou hast said is false, In thy heart-blood, though being all too base To stain the temper of my knightly sword. Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Aum. 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, |