ACT V. SCENE I.-London. A Street leading to the Tower. Enter QUEEN and Ladies. Queen. [HIS way the king will come; this is the way To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke : Enter KING RICHARD and Guards. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee, When triumph is become an alehouse guest. K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, Hie thee to To grim Necessity; and he and I France, And cloister thee in some religious house: Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind Transform'd and weaken'd? Hath Bolingbroke Deposed thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart? The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for Think I am dead; and that even here thou tak'st, With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed; You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, Shall break into corruption: thou shalt think, Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, It is too little, helping him to all: And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end. Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith. K. Rich. Doubly divorced!-Bad men, ye violate A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me; My wife to France; from whence, set forth in pomp, She came adorned hither like sweet May, K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me. North. That were some love, but little policy. Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one woe. Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; groans. Queen. So longest way shall have the longest moans. K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll. groan, the way being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. [They kiss. Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part, To take on me to keep and kill thy heart. [Kiss again. So, now I have mine own again, be gone, K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond delay; Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke of York's Palace. Enter YORK and his DUCHESS. Duch. My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows' tops, Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know, You would have thought the very windows spake, |