Depress’d he is already, and deposed ’Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night To a dear friend of the good Duke of York’s, That tell black tidings.
He’s already fallen, and it’s likely he will be removed. Letters came last night To a close friend of the good Duke of York, Bringing bad news.
The Gardener · Act 3, Scene 4
The Gardener speaks to his servant with the certainty of a man who reads omens in the natural world—Richard has already begun to fall, and formal deposition is merely the confirmation of what the heavens have already decided. The line persists because it shifts the responsibility for Richard's fall away from Bolingbroke and toward fate itself; the gardener is merely naming what is already written.
Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, I would my skill were subject to thy curse. Here did she fall a tear; here in this place I’ll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping queen.
Poor queen! If only your situation weren’t worse, I’d wish my skill could be used to curse you. Here, she shed a tear; right here in this spot I’ll plant rue, the bitter herb of grace: Rue, to remind us of pity, will soon be here, In memory of a weeping queen.
The Gardener · Act 3, Scene 4
The Gardener, having heard the Queen curse him for bringing news of Richard's fall, offers her a small monument—a bed of rue, the herb of grace, to mark the spot where she wept. This moment endures because it shows compassion from an unexpected source, and the gardener's gesture transforms the garden into a place of memory and mourning. He cannot undo the tragedy, but he can remember it.