And happily may your sweet self put on And true subjection everlastingly. Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, To rest without a spot for evermore. P. Hen. I have a kind soul that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Bast. O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.This England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud feet of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. [Exeunt. The tragedy of King John, though not written with the utmost power of Shakspeare, is varied with a very pleasing interchange of incidents and characters. The lady's grief is very affecting; and the character of the Bastard contains that mixture of greatness and levity, which this author delighted to exhibit. JOHNSON. C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick. DRAMATIS PERSONE. King Richard II. Edmund of Langley, Duke of York, Uncles to the King. Henry, surnamed Bolingbroke, Duke of Hereford, Son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King Henry IV. Duke of Aumerle, Son to the Duke of York. Duke of Surrey. Earl of Salisbury. Earl Berkley. Bushy, Bagot, Green, Creatures to King Richard. Earl of Northumberland. Henry Percy, his Son. Lord Ross. Lord Willoughby. Lord Fitzwater. Sir Pierce of Exton. Sir Stephen Scroop. Queen to King Richard, Duchess of Gloster. Duchess of York. Lady attending on the Queen. Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gardeners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants. SCENE, dispersedly in England and Wales. SCENE I. LONDON. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING RICHARD, attended; JOHN of GAUNT, und other Nobles with him. [caster, K. Rich. OLD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd LanHast thou, according to thy oath and band, Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? Gaunt. I have, my liege. K. Rich. Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; Or worthily, as a good subject should, On some known ground of treachery in him? Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that argument, On some apparent danger seen in him, Aim'd at your highness; no inveterate malice. K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser, and the accused, freely speak: : [Exeunt some Attendants. High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Re-enter Attendants, with BOLINGBROKE and Boling. May many years of happy days befall K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but flatters us, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.- Tendering the precious safety of my prince, What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword may prove. Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal : "Tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain: The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this. First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me |