Life and death of King Richard the second

The Life and Death
Spealceto his gentle hearing kind commends.
We doc debafe our felfe ( Cofin ) doe we not.
To looke fo poorely, and to Ipeake To faire ?
Shall we calibacke Northumberland and fend
Defiance to the Traytor and To die ?
^«w.Nojgood mv Lord,let’s fight with gentle wordsj,
Till time lend friends, and friends their hopefull Swords*
Lich* Oh Godjoh God,that ere this tongue of mine,
That layd the fentence of dread Baniflimenc
On yond proud man, fliould take it of againe
With words of fpoth : O that I were as great
.A s is my Griefe, or leffer than my Name,
Or that I could forget what I have beene.
Or not remember w hat I muft be now :
Swcll’ft thou proud heart P He giue theefcopeto bcate,
Since foes have fcope to beate both thee and me* , 1
Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbroobe^
it/c^.VVhat muft the King doe now mu.° he fubmit?r
The Kingfhall dock : Muft he be depos’d?
TheKingfliallbecontented t Mufthelofe
The Name of King ? o’Gods Name let it goe*
lie give my levvels for a fet ofbeades.
My gorgeous Pallace, for a Hermitage^
My gay Apparrell, for an Almes-mans Gowne,
'My figur d Goblets, for a Difh of Wood,
My Scepter for a Palmers walking Staffe,
My Subj e<fts, for a payre of carved Saints,
And my large Kingdome , for a little Grave,
A little little Grave, an obicure Grave •
Or He be buried in the Kings high-way.
Some way of common Trade, where Sub/e&s feetc
May howrely trample on their Soveraignes Head:
Bor on my heart they tread now , ,whileft Hive ;
And buried once,why not upon my Head ?
-Aumcrle, thou weep’ft ( my tender-hearted Cofin )
Wee’lc make foule Weather with de^pifed Teares:
©ur fighs, and they, fliall lodge the Summer Cornc,
And make a Dearth in this Revolting Land,
Of
0/Richard the fecond.
Or (hall we play the wantons, with our woes]
And make feme pretty match with fhedding teares ?
As thus: to drop them ftill upon one place.
Till they have fretted us a paireof Graves,
Within the Earth: and therein Jayd,there lies
Two Kinfmen digg’d their Graves with weeping Eyes ?
Would not thisill, doe well ? well,well, I fee
I talke but idly,and you moeke at me.
Moft mighty Prince, my Lord Northumberland,
What fayes King BulUngbrooke ? will his Ma/efty
Give Richard leave to live, till Richard die ?
You make a leggeand Bullingbrooke fayes I,
Nor. My Lord,in the bafe Court he doth attend
To ipeake with you,may it pleafeyou to come downed
Rich.Downe,downe I come,like giiftVing Phaeton,
Wanting the manage ofunruly lades.
In the bafe Courtbafe Court where Kings grow bale
Tocome at Traytorscalls,and doe them grace. (King,
In the bafe Court come downc: downe Court, downe
For Night-OwIes fhrike, where mounting Larks fliould
BuU W hat fayes his Ma/efty? (fing.
A^r.Sorrow and griefe of heart
Makes him fpeakefondly,like a framicke man?
Yet heis come*
Bui. Stand all apart.
And Ihew faire duty to hisMaiefty.
My gracious Lord*
"Kick. Faire Cofin,
You debafe your Princely knee.
To make the bafe earth proud with killing it.
Me rather had, my heart might feele your love
I han my unpleas d Eye fee your courtefie.
Vp Cohn, up, your Heartis up,I know,
1at leaftj ^kbough your knee be low/
S^/.My gracious Lord, I come bur forming ©Wne'
?«I.ZT °re f >’°,urs>and 1 ^ yours.and alN
As my truelervice fliall deferue your love. ^
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Rich*