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Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks,
Which, like unruly children, make their fire
Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight;
Give some supportance to the bending twigs.-
Go thou, and, like an executioner,
Cut off the heads of too fast-growing sprays,
That look too lofty in our commonwealth:
All must be even in our government.-
You thus employ'd, I will go root away
The noisome weeds, that without profit fuck
The soil's fertility from wholesome fowers.

Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale,
Keep law, and form, and due proportion,
Shewing, as in a model, our firm state?
When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,
Is full of weeds; her faireft flowers choak'd up,
Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin’d,
Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs
Swarming with caterpillars ?

Gard. Hold thy peace :
He that hath suffer'd this diforder'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 pulld up, root and all, by Bolingbroke;
I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.

Serv. What, are they dead?

Gard. They are ; and Bolingbroke
Hath seiz'd the wasteful king -What pity is it,
That he had not so trimm'd and drefs'd his land,
As we this garden! who at time of year
Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees;

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aprirocks, )--the old spelling. « Feed him with apricocks.'

MIDSUMMER NIGHT's Dream, Vol. il. p. 37. Queen, cas in a model, our firm flate?)-the firmness of our little fate.

Left,

Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood,
With too much riches it confound itself:
Had he done fo to great and growing men,
They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste
Their fruics of duty. Superfluous branches
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live :
Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,
Which waste and idle hours hath quite thrown down.

Sero. What, think you then, the king shall be depos'd?

Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, 'Tis doubted, lace will be : Letters came last night To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, That tell black tidings. Queen. Oh, 'I am press’d to death, through want of

speaking ! [Coming from ber concealment.
Thou old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden,
How dares thy harsh tongue found this unpleasing news ?
What Eve, what serpent hath 'suggested thee
To make a second fall of curfed man?
Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos’d ?
Dar'st 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 these 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,

a waste of idle bours.
e I um prefi'd so dealb,)-alluding to the old legal torture.

Through want of speaking! Tbou, old Adam's likeness,
Set to dress out this garden, Jag bere deres

Thy barjo rude tongue found ibis unpleasing news ? fuggifted)-tempted.

Berides

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-fo;
I speak no more than every one doth know.

Queen. Nimble mischance, that art fo light of foot,
Doth not thy emballage belong to me,
And am I last that knows it? oh, thou think'st
To serve me last, that I may longest keep
Thy forrow in my breast.—Come, ladies, go,
To meet at London London's king in woe.-
What, was I born to this! that my sad look
Should

grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke! Gardiner, for telling me these news of woe, I would, the plants, thou' graft'st, may never grow.

[Exeunt Queen, and ladies. Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, I would my skill were subject to thy curse.Here did she drop a tear ; here, in this place, I'll fet a bank of rue, & four herb of grace : Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping queen.

(Exeunt Gard, and ferv.

ACT

IV.

SCENE I.

London. The Parliament-bouse. Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Northumberland, Percy, Fitz

water, Surry, bishop of Carlisle, abbot of Westminster, berald, officers, and Bagot.

Boling. Call forth Bagot:
Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;

grour berb of grace:)-rue so called, from being used in exorcisms, or because the holy water was sprinkled with it. * for rulb.)for pity's sake. HAMLET, A& IV, $. 5. Opb.

What

What thou doft 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 upon that man.

Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know, your daring tongue
Scoras 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,-- You rather bad refuse
The offer of an bundred thousand crowns,
Than Bolingbroke return to England;
Adding witbal, how blest this land would be,
In this your cousin's deatb.

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 soilà
With the attainder of his Nand'rous lips.-
There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
That marks thee out for hell: Thou liest, and
I 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 In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.

Fitzw. If that thy valour 'stand on sympathies, i timeless]-untimely,

my fair fars,]-high defcent. ftand on/ympathies,]-equality of blood-if it can only be dir. played upon thy equals.

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There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine :
By that fair sun that shews me where thou stand'st,
I heard thee fay, and vauntingly thou spak'st it,
That thou wert cause of noble Glofter's death.
If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou 'lieft ;
And I will turn thy falshood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see the day. Fitzw. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. sum. 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'ft.

Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
And never brandish more revengeful steel
Over the glittering helmet of my foe!
Another Lord. " I talk thee to the like, forsworn Au-

merle ;
And spur thee on with full as many lies
As may be hollow'd in thy treacherous ear
From sun to fun : there is

my
honour's

pawn ; Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'it.

Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at 'all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you.

Surry. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk.

Fitz. 'Tis very true: you were in presence then ; And you can witness with me, this is true. Surry. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.

I tak sbee to the like, ]-I put thy ralour to the same teft-I sake Ibe carib-sby catbalk sby beart,

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