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Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees;
down. 1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be
depos’d? Gard. Depress’d he is already; and deposid, '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 !—Thou, old Adam's
likeness, [Coming from her concealment. 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 cursed man? Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos’d? Darst thou, thou little better thing than earth, Divine his downfal? 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 this news; yet, what I say, is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold 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, And with that odds he weighs king Richard down.
Post you to London, and you'll find it so;
[Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be no
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.
Boling. Call forth Bagot:Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; What thou dost know of noble Gloster's 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
that man. Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring
tongue Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted, I heard you say,--Is not my arm of length, That reacheth from the restful English court As far as Calais, to my uncle's head? Amongst much other talk, that very time, I heard you say, that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crowns, Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
Surrey,] Thomas Holland, earl of Kent. He was brother to John Holland duke of Exeter, and was created duke of Surrey in the 21st year of King Richard the Second, 1397.
Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
Princes, and noble lords,
up. Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.
Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: By that fair sun that shows me where thou stand'st; I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest; And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that
day. 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, To prove it on thee to the extremest point Of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar’st. Aum. And if I do not, may my hands ret off,
And never brandish more revengeful steel
at all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk. Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence
then; And you can witness with me, this is true. Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is
Fiz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
in this new world,] In this world where I have just begun to be an actor. Surrey, a few lines above, called him boy: