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Richard II

Act III, Scene 4

LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's garden.
 
[Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies]
 
QUEEN
             ,            ,       ,      ,    2        ,
      What sport | shall we | devise | here in this | garden,
           ,       ,         ,        ,           ,
      To drive | away | the hea|vy thought | of care?
 
LADY
       ,              ,         ,
      Madam,| we'll play | at bowls.  (pickup)
 
QUEEN
               ,         ,           ,          ,         ,
      'Twill make | me think | the world | is full | of rubs,
            ,        ,         ,        ,          ,    ->
      And that | my for|tune rubs | against | the bi||as.
 
LADY
       ,     2        ,
      Ma|dam, we'll dance.  (picked up)
 
QUEEN
           ,          ,        ,        ,       ,
      My legs | can keep | no mea|sure in | delight,
                  ,    ,         ,         ,          ,
      When my / poor heart | no mea|sure keeps | in grief:
        ,             ,          ,         ,        ,
      Therefore | no dan|cing (girl)| some o|ther sport.
 
LADY
       ,              ,      ,
      Madam,| we'll tell | tales.
 
QUEEN
                                       ,        ,        ,  ->
                                 Of | sorrow | or of || joy?
 
LADY
            ,        ,
      Of | either,| madam.
 
QUEEN
                               ,          ,
                           Of nei|ther, girl.
           ,       ,      2    ,    ,       ,       ->
      For if | of joy,| being al|toge|ther wan||ting,
       ,       2   ,       ,         ,        ,       ->
      It | doth remem|ber me | the more | of sor||row;
       ,     2     ,       2    ,    ,       ,
      Or | if of grief,| being al|toge|ther had,
           ,      ,   ,                ,        ,
      It adds | more sor/row to | my want | of joy:
            ,        ,        ,     ,           ,
      For what | I have,| I need | not to | repeat;
            ,        ,         ,      ,            ,
      And what | I want,| it boots | not to | complain.
 
LADY
       ,             ,
      Madam,| I'll sing.
 
QUEEN
                               ,           ,           ,
                        'Tis well | that thou | hast cause:
            ,                ,         ,          ,             ,
      But thou | shouldst please | me bet|ter, wouldst | thou weep.
 
LADY
          ,       ,    ,                  ,         ,
      I could | weep, ma/dam, would | it do | you good.
 
QUEEN
          ,           ,           ,        ,        ,
      And I | could sing,| would wee|ping do | me good,
           ,      ,      ,      ,         ,
      And ne|ver bor|row a|ny tear | of thee.
            ,           ,          ,      ,    oo
      But stay,| here comes | the gar|deners:|
              ,       ,        ,             ,     ,
      Let's^step | into | the sha|dow of / these trees.
           ,        ,       ,      ,         ,
      My wret|chedness | unto | a row | of pins,
                ,         ,         ,       ,          ,
      They'll talk | of state:| for e|very one | doth so,
          ,          ,      ,            ,          ,
      Against | a change;| woe is | forerun | with woe.
 
[QUEEN and Ladies retire]
 
GARDENER
           ,          ,         ,        ,     ,
      Go bind | thou up | yon dang|ling ap|ricocks,
              ,       ,      ,          ,            ,
      Which^like | unru|ly chil|dren, make | their sire
        ,              ,        ,          ,    2      ,
      Stoop with | oppres|sion of | their pro|digal weight:
        ,             ,         ,        ,         ,
      Give some*| suppor|tance to | the ben|ding twigs.
           ,          ,        ,   ,     ,
      Go thou,| and like | an ex|ecu|tioner
       ,     2        ,         T    T    T         ,
      Cut off the | heads of | too fast grow|ing sprays,
             ,          ,      ,        ,        ,
      That look | too* lof|ty in | our com|monwealth:
       ,           ,           ,   ,       ,
      All must^|be e|ven in / our go|vernment.
       ,             ,     ,             ,      ,
      You thus^|employed,| I will | go root | away
           ,         ,       ,             ,        ,
      The noi|some weeds,| which with|out^pro|fit suck
             ,         ,    ,         ,           x
      The soil's | ferti|lity  from whole|some flowers.
 
SERVANT
             ,      ,            ,        ,       ,
      Why should | we, in | the com|pass of | a pale,
        T   T   T      ,         ,       ,
      Keep law and | form and | due pro|portion,
        ,        ,   2     ,             ,        ,
      Showing | as in a | model | our* firm | estate?
                  ,     ,      ,             ,       ,
      When our / sea-walled | garden,| the whole | land,
      <-        ,         ,            ,          Tx      T    T
        Is || full of | weeds, her | fairest | flowers choked up,
            ,       ,            ,          ,         x
      Her fruit-|trees all^|upturned,| her hed|ges ruined,
            ,         ,        ,          ,          ,
      Her knots | disor|dered and | her whole|some herbs
        ,              ,     ,
      Swarming | with cat|erpil|lars.
 
GARDENER
                                       ,          ,
                                     Hold | thy peace.
       ,              ,          ,        ,          ,
      He that | hath suf|fered this | disor|dered spring,
            ,         ,     ,               ,         ,
      Hath now | himself | met with | the fall | of leaf.
            ,          2      ,      ,            ,           ,
      The weeds | which his broad-|spreading | leaves did | shelter,
              ,         ,       ,         ,         ,
      That seemed | in ea|ting him | to hold | him up,
             ,           ,         ,        ,       ,
      Are pulled | up, root | and all,| by Bo|lingbroke:
          ,          ,         ,           ,       ,
      I mean | the Earl | of Wilt|shire, Bush|y, Green.
 
SERVANT
        ,               ,
      What are | they dead?  ????
 
GARDENER
            ,
      They are;
           ,       ,             ,           ,         ,
      And Bo|lingbroke | hath seized | the waste|ful king.
       ,          ,      ,        ,            ,          ,
      Oh, what | pity | is it,| that he | had not | so trimmed
             ,            ,        ,         ,           ,          ,
      And dressed | his land,| as we | this gar|den, at time | of year, (hex with prev)
            ,           ,          ,                ,    ,
      And wound | the bark,| the skin | of our / fruit-trees,
        ,         ,       ,         ,          ,
      Lest be|ing o|ver-proud | in sap | and blood,
            ,      ,   ,                ,         ,
      With too | much ri/ches it | confound | itself?
       ,         ,            ,           ,       ,
      Had he | done so | to great | and grow|ing men,
             ,            ,          ,         ,        ,
      They might | have lived | to bear | and he | to taste
               ,         ,      ,  ,    2       ,
      Their fruits | of du|ty. Su|perfluous | branches
          ,      ,          ,          ,           ,
      We lop | away,| that bea|ring boughs | may live:
       ,         ,            ,          ,           ,
      Had he | done so,| himself | had borne | the crown,
              ,         x       ,             T      T     T
      Which waste | of idle | hours, hath | quite thrown down.
 
SERVANT
             ,           ,          ,           ,       ,
      What think | you then | the king | shall be | deposed?
 
GARDENER
            ,         ,      ,       ,        ,
      Depressed | he is | alrea|dy, and | deposed
             ,          ,         ,         ,           ,
      'Tis doubt | he will | be. Let|ters came | last night
        2    ,       ,              ,      ,          ,
      To a dear | friend of | the good | Duke of | York's,
      <-          T    T    T
        That || tell black ti|dings.  \\
 
QUEEN
       ,  2        ,           ,               ,         ,
      Oh I am | pressed to | death through | want of | speaking:
        ,        ,          ,         ,         ,           ,
      Thou old | Adam's | likeness,| set to | dress this | garden,
            ,           ,       T     T     T         2    ,         ,
      How dares | thy harsh | rude tongue sound | this unplea|sing news?  (hex with prev)
            ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      What Eve?| What ser|pent hath | sugges|ted thee,
           ,       ,        ,        ,       ,
      To make | a se|cond fall | of cur|sed man?
            ,          ,          ,        ,       ,
      Why dost | thou say | King Ri|chard is | deposed?
        ,                ,       ,        ,            ,
      Darst thou,| thou lit|tle bet|ter thing | than earth,
          ,          ,          ,      T      T    .   T
      Divine | his down|fall*? Say,| where, when, and how,
        ,                     ,   ,          ,             ,
      Camst thou | by this / ill ti|dings? Speak,| thou wretch.
 
GARDENER
       ,           ,       ,       ,         ,
      Pardon | me ma|dam: lit|tle joy | have I
            ,              ,          ,       ,         ,
      To breathe | these news;| yet what | I say,| is true;
            ,         ,       ,         ,       ,
      King Ri|chard, he | is in | the migh|ty hold
          ,       ,            ,          ,           ,
      Of Bo|lingbroke,| their for|tunes both | are weighed:
                  ,      ,         ,        ,         ,
      In your / lord's scale | is no|thing but | himself,
                  ,   ,     ,           ,          ,
      And some / few va|nities,| that make | him light:
           ,        ,              ,    ,       ,
      But in | the ba|lance of / great Bo|lingbroke,
          ,          ,         ,         ,         ,
      Besides | himself,| are all | the En|glish peers,
            ,           ,          ,           ,         ,
      And with | that^odds | he weighs | King Ri|chard down.
        ,     2      ,            ,           ,        ,
      Post you to | London,| and you | will find | it so,
          ,          ,         ,       ,           ,
      I speak | no more | than e|very one | doth know.
 
QUEEN
       ,             ,           ,         ,          ,
      Nimble | mischance,| that art | so light | of foot,
            ,         ,      ,        ,        ,
      Doth not | thy em|bassage | belong | to me?
           ,       ,           ,          ,           ,
      And am | I last | that knows | it? Oh | thou thinkst
           ,          ,         ,         ,        ,
      To serve | me last,| that I | may long|est keep
           ,       ,         ,           ,       ,
      Thy sor|row in | my breast.| Come^la|dies go,
           ,        ,        ,          ,        ,
      To meet | at Lon|don, Lon|don's king | in woe.
        ,            ,         ,               ,    ,
      What was | I born | to this:| that my / sad look
               ,          ,              ,    ,       ,
      Should grace | the tri|umph of / great Bo|lingbroke?
       ,              ,        ,          ,        ,
      Gardener,| for tel|ling me | this news | of woe,
          ,            ,             ,           ,       ,
      I would | the plants | thou graftst,| may ne|ver grow.
 
[Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies]
 
GARDENER
              ,          ,          ,            ,       ,
      Poor* queen,| so that | thy state | might be  no worse,
          ,          ,           ,        ,         ,
      I would | my skill | were sub|ject to | thy curse:
        ,              ,        ,          ,          ,
      Here did | she drop | a tear,| here^in | this place
            ,        ,        ,           ,         ,
      I'll set | a bank | of rue,| sour^herb | of grace:
       ,    2           ,            ,        ,          ,
      Rue, even | for ruth,| here* short|ly shall | be seen,
       ,          ,          ,      ,         ,
      In the | remem|brance of | a wee|ping queen.
 
[Exeunt]

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