Act 3, Scene 4

Langley. The DUKE OF YORK's garden.

  1. [Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies.]
  2. Queen Isabel
  3. 1786 What sport shall we devise here in this garden
  4. 1787 To drive away the heavy thought of care?
  5. Lady
  6. 1788 Madam, we'll play at bowls.
  7. Queen Isabel
  8. 1789 'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs
  9. 1790 And that my fortune runs against the bias.
  10. Lady
  11. 1791 Madam, we'll dance.
  12. Queen Isabel
  13. 1792 My legs can keep no measure in delight,
  14. 1793 When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:
  15. 1794 Therefore no dancing, girl; some other sport.
  16. Lady
  17. 1795 Madam, we'll tell tales.
  18. Queen Isabel
  19. 1796 Of sorrow or of joy?
  20. Lady
  21. 1797 Of either, madam.
  22. Queen Isabel
  23. 1798 Of neither, girl:
  24. 1799 For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
  25. 1800 It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
  26. 1801 Or if of grief, being altogether had,
  27. 1802 It adds more sorrow to my want of joy;
  28. 1803 For what I have I need not to repeat,
  29. 1804 And what I want it boots not to complain.
  30. Lady
  31. 1805 Madam, I'll sing.
  32. Queen Isabel
  33. 1806 'Tis well' that thou hast cause;
  34. 1807 But thou shouldst please me better wouldst thou weep.
  35. Lady
  36. 1808 I could weep, madam, would it do you good.
  37. Queen Isabel
  38. 1809 And I could sing, would weeping do me good,
  39. 1810 And never borrow any tear of thee.
  40. 1811 But stay, here come the gardeners.
  41. 1812 Let's step into the shadow of these trees.
  42. 1813 My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
  43. 1814 They will talk of state, for every one doth so
  44. 1815 Against a change: woe is forerun with woe.
  45. [QUEEN and Ladies retire.]
  46. [Enter a Gardener and two Servants.]
  47. Gardener
  48. 1816 Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks,
  49. 1817 Which, like unruly children, make their sire
  50. 1818 Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight:
  51. 1819 Give some supportance to the bending twigs.
  52. 1820 Go thou, and like an executioner
  53. 1821 Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays
  54. 1822 That look too lofty in our commonwealth:
  55. 1823 All must be even in our government.
  56. 1824 You thus employ'd, I will go root away
  57. 1825 The noisome weeds which without profit suck
  58. 1826 The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
  59. Servant
  60. 1827 Why should we in the compass of a pale
  61. 1828 Keep law and form and due proportion,
  62. 1829 Showing, as in a model, our firm estate,
  63. 1830 When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,
  64. 1831 Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up,
  65. 1832 Her fruit trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd,
  66. 1833 Her knots disordered, and her wholesome herbs
  67. 1834 Swarming with caterpillars?
  68. Gardener
  69. 1835 Hold thy peace.
  70. 1836 He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring
  71. 1837 Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf;
  72. 1838 The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter,
  73. 1839 That seem'd in eating him to hold him up,
  74. 1840 Are pluck'd up root and all by Bolingbroke;
  75. 1841 I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
  76. Servant
  77. 1842 What! are they dead?
  78. Gardener
  79. 1843 They are; and Bolingbroke
  80. 1844 Hath seiz'd the wasteful King. O! what pity is it
  81. 1845 That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land
  82. 1846 As we this garden! We at time of year
  83. 1847 Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit trees,
  84. 1848 Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood,
  85. 1849 With too much riches it confound itself:
  86. 1850 Had he done so to great and growing men,
  87. 1851 They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste
  88. 1852 Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches
  89. 1853 We lop away, that bearing boughs may live:
  90. 1854 Had he done so, himself had home the crown,
  91. 1855 Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
  92. Servant
  93. 1856 What! think you the king shall be depos'd?
  94. Gardener
  95. 1857 Depress'd he is already, and depos'd
  96. 1858 'Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night
  97. 1859 To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's
  98. 1860 That tell black tidings.
  99. Queen Isabel
  100. 1861 O! I am press'd to death through want of speaking!
  101. [Coming forward.]
  102. Queen Isabel
  103. 1862 Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden,
  104. 1863 How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?
  105. 1864 What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee
  106. 1865 To make a second fall of cursed man?
  107. 1866 Why dost thou say King Richard is depos'd?
  108. 1867 Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth,
  109. 1868 Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how,
  110. 1869 Cam'st thou by this ill tidings? Speak, thou wretch.
  111. Gardener
  112. 1870 Pardon me, madam: little joy have I
  113. 1871 To breathe this news; yet what I say is true.
  114. 1872 King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
  115. 1873 Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd.
  116. 1874 In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,
  117. 1875 And some few vanities that make him light;
  118. 1876 But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
  119. 1877 Besides himself, are all the English peers,
  120. 1878 And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
  121. 1879 Post you to London, and you will find it so;
  122. 1880 I speak no more than every one doth know.
  123. Queen Isabel
  124. 1881 Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,
  125. 1882 Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
  126. 1883 And am I last that knows it? O! thou thinkest
  127. 1884 To serve me last, that I may longest keep
  128. 1885 Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go,
  129. 1886 To meet at London London's king in woe.
  130. 1887 What was I born to this, that my sad look
  131. 1888 Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?
  132. 1889 Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,
  133. 1890 Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow!
  134. [Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies.]
  135. Gardener
  136. 1891 Poor Queen, so that thy state might be no worse,
  137. 1892 I would my skill were subject to thy curse.
  138. 1893 Here did she fall a tear; here in this place
  139. 1894 I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace.
  140. 1895 Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,
  141. 1896 In the remembrance of a weeping queen.
  142. [Exeunt.]