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In Richard II, anger at a king’s arbitrary rule leads to his downfall—and sets in motion a decades-long struggle for the crown that continues in several more history plays.
Richard II begins as Richard’s cousin, Henry Bolingbroke, charges Thomas Mowbray with serious crimes, including the murder of the Duke of Gloucester. Bolingbroke’s father, John of Gaunt, privately blames the king for Gloucester’s death. At Richard’s command, Bolingbroke and Mowbray prepare for a trial by combat. The king halts the fight at the last minute, banishing both men from England.
When John of Gaunt dies, Richard seizes his possessions to help finance a war in Ireland, thus dispossessing Bolingbroke. Bolingbroke returns to England, quickly gathering support. By the time Richard returns from Ireland, many of his former allies have joined Bolingbroke. Richard abdicates, yielding the crown to Bolingbroke.
Richard is held at Pomfret Castle and Bolingbroke becomes King Henry IV. A murder plot against him is uncovered and stopped. Richard is murdered by a follower of Henry.
and later King Henry IV
later known as “Hotspur”
Bolingbroke
and Attendants.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0001 Old John of Gaunt, time-honored Lancaster,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0002 Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0003 Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0004 Here to make good the boist’rous late appeal,
FTLNLINEFTLN 00055 Which then our leisure would not let us hear,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0006 Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
GAUNT FTLNLINEFTLN 0007I have, my liege.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0008 Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him
FTLNLINEFTLN 0009 If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice
FTLNLINEFTLN 001010 Or worthily, as a good subject should,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0011 On some known ground of treachery in him?
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0012 As near as I could sift him on that argument,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0013 On some apparent danger seen in him
FTLNLINEFTLN 0014 Aimed at your Highness, no inveterate malice.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 001515 Then call them to our presence.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0016 Face to face
FTLNLINEFTLN 0017 And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
FTLNLINEFTLN 0019 High stomached are they both and full of ire,
FTLNLINEFTLN 002020 In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
SDEnter Bolingbroke and Mowbray.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0021 Many years of happy days befall
FTLNLINEFTLN 0022 My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege.
MOWBRAY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0023 Each day still better other’s happiness
FTLNLINEFTLN 0024 Until the heavens, envying earth’s good hap,
FTLNLINEFTLN 002525 Add an immortal title to your crown.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0026 We thank you both. Yet one but flatters us,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0027 As well appeareth by the cause you come:
FTLNLINEFTLN 0028 Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0029 Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
FTLNLINEFTLN 003030 Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0031 First—heaven be the record to my speech!—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0032 In the devotion of a subject’s love,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0033 Tend’ring the precious safety of my prince
FTLNLINEFTLN 0034 And free from other misbegotten hate,
FTLNLINEFTLN 003535 Come I appellant to this princely presence.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0036 Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0037 And mark my greeting well, for what I speak
FTLNLINEFTLN 0038 My body shall make good upon this earth
FTLNLINEFTLN 0039 Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.
FTLNLINEFTLN 004040 Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0041 Too good to be so and too bad to live,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0042 Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0043 The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0044 Once more, the more to aggravate the note,
FTLNLINEFTLN 004545 With a foul traitor’s name stuff I thy throat,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0046 And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0048 prove.
MOWBRAY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0049 Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal.
FTLNLINEFTLN 005050 ’Tis not the trial of a woman’s war,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0051 The bitter clamor of two eager tongues,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0052 Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0053 The blood is hot that must be cooled for this.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0054 Yet can I not of such tame patience boast
FTLNLINEFTLN 005555 As to be hushed and naught at all to say.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0056 First, the fair reverence of your Highness curbs me
FTLNLINEFTLN 0057 From giving reins and spurs to my free speech,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0058 Which else would post until it had returned
FTLNLINEFTLN 0059 These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
FTLNLINEFTLN 006060 Setting aside his high blood’s royalty,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0061 And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0062 I do defy him, and I spit at him,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0063 Call him a slanderous coward and a villain,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0064 Which to maintain I would allow him odds
FTLNLINEFTLN 006565 And meet him, were I tied to run afoot
FTLNLINEFTLN 0066 Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps
FTLNLINEFTLN 0067 Or any other ground inhabitable
FTLNLINEFTLN 0068 Wherever Englishman durst set his foot.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0069 Meantime let this defend my loyalty:
FTLNLINEFTLN 007070 By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
BOLINGBROKESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0071 Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0072 Disclaiming here the kindred of the King,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0073 And lay aside my high blood’s royalty,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0074 Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.
FTLNLINEFTLN 007575 If guilty dread have left thee so much strength
FTLNLINEFTLN 0076 As to take up mine honor’s pawn, then stoop.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0077 By that and all the rites of knighthood else
FTLNLINEFTLN 0078 Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0079 What I have spoke or thou canst worse devise.
FTLNLINEFTLN 008080 I take it up, and by that sword I swear
FTLNLINEFTLN 0081 Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0082 I’ll answer thee in any fair degree
FTLNLINEFTLN 0083 Or chivalrous design of knightly trial;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0084 And when I mount, alive may I not light
FTLNLINEFTLN 008585 If I be traitor or unjustly fight.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0086 What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray’s charge?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0087 It must be great that can inherit us
FTLNLINEFTLN 0088 So much as of a thought of ill in him.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0089 Look what I speak, my life shall prove it true:
FTLNLINEFTLN 009090 That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles
FTLNLINEFTLN 0091 In name of lendings for your Highness’ soldiers,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0092 The which he hath detained for lewd employments,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0093 Like a false traitor and injurious villain.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0094 Besides I say, and will in battle prove,
FTLNLINEFTLN 009595 Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge
FTLNLINEFTLN 0096 That ever was surveyed by English eye,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0097 That all the treasons for these eighteen years
FTLNLINEFTLN 0098 Complotted and contrivèd in this land
FTLNLINEFTLN 0099 Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and
FTLNLINEFTLN 0100100 spring.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0101 Further I say, and further will maintain
FTLNLINEFTLN 0102 Upon his bad life to make all this good,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0103 That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester’s death,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0104 Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0105105 And consequently, like a traitor coward,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0106 Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of
FTLNLINEFTLN 0107 blood,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0108 Which blood, like sacrificing Abel’s, cries
FTLNLINEFTLN 0109 Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth
FTLNLINEFTLN 0110110 To me for justice and rough chastisement.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0111 And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0112 This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0113 How high a pitch his resolution soars!—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0114 Thomas of Norfolk, what sayst thou to this?
MOWBRAY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0115115 O, let my sovereign turn away his face
FTLNLINEFTLN 0116 And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0117 Till I have told this slander of his blood
FTLNLINEFTLN 0118 How God and good men hate so foul a liar.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0119 Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0120120 Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom’s heir,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0121 As he is but my father’s brother’s son,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0122 Now by
FTLNLINEFTLN 0123 Such neighbor nearness to our sacred blood
FTLNLINEFTLN 0124 Should nothing privilege him nor partialize
FTLNLINEFTLN 0125125 The unstooping firmness of my upright soul.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0126 He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0127 Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.
MOWBRAY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0128 Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0129 Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0130130 Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais
FTLNLINEFTLN 0131 Disbursed I duly to his Highness’ soldiers;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0132 The other part reserved I by consent,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0133 For that my sovereign liege was in my debt
FTLNLINEFTLN 0134 Upon remainder of a dear account
FTLNLINEFTLN 0135135 Since last I went to France to fetch his queen.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0136 Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester’s death,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0137 I slew him not, but to my own disgrace
FTLNLINEFTLN 0138 Neglected my sworn duty in that case.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0139 For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0140140 The honorable father to my foe,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0141 Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0142 A trespass that doth vex my grievèd soul.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0143 But ere I last received the sacrament,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0144 I did confess it and exactly begged
FTLNLINEFTLN 0146 This is my fault. As for the rest appealed,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0147 It issues from the rancor of a villain,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0148 A recreant and most degenerate traitor,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0149 Which in myself I boldly will defend,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0150150 And interchangeably hurl down my gage
FTLNLINEFTLN 0151 Upon this overweening traitor’s foot,
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0152 To prove myself a loyal gentleman,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0153 Even in the best blood chambered in his bosom;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0154 In haste whereof most heartily I pray
FTLNLINEFTLN 0155155 Your Highness to assign our trial day.
SD
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0156 Wrath-kindled
FTLNLINEFTLN 0157 Let’s purge this choler without letting blood.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0158 This we prescribe, though no physician.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0159 Deep malice makes too deep incision.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0160160 Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0161 Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0162 Good uncle, let this end where it begun;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0163 We’ll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0164 To be a make-peace shall become my age.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0165165 Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk’s gage.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0166 And, Norfolk, throw down his.
GAUNT FTLNLINEFTLN 0167 When, Harry, when?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0168 Obedience bids I should not bid again.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0169 Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot.
MOWBRAY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0170170 Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0171 My life thou shalt command, but not my shame.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0172 The one my duty owes, but my fair name,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0174 To dark dishonor’s use thou shalt not have.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0175175 I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0176 Pierced to the soul with slander’s venomed spear,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0177 The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
FTLNLINEFTLN 0178 Which breathed this poison.
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 0179 Rage must be withstood.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0180180 Give me his gage. Lions make leopards tame.
MOWBRAYSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0181 Yea, but not change his spots. Take but my shame
FTLNLINEFTLN 0182 And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0183 The purest treasure mortal times afford
FTLNLINEFTLN 0184 Is spotless reputation; that away,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0185185 Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0186 A jewel in a ten-times-barred-up chest
FTLNLINEFTLN 0187 Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0188 Mine honor is my life; both grow in one.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0189 Take honor from me and my life is done.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0190190 Then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0191 In that I live, and for that will I die.
KING RICHARDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0192 Cousin, throw up your gage. Do you begin.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0193 O, God defend my soul from such deep sin!
FTLNLINEFTLN 0194 Shall I seem crestfallen in my father’s sight?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0195195 Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height
FTLNLINEFTLN 0196 Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue
FTLNLINEFTLN 0197 Shall wound my honor with such feeble wrong
FTLNLINEFTLN 0198 Or sound so base a
FTLNLINEFTLN 0199 The slavish motive of recanting fear
FTLNLINEFTLN 0200200 And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0201 Where shame doth harbor, even in Mowbray’s face.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0202 We were not born to sue, but to command,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0203 Which, since we cannot do, to make you friends,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0204 Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0206 There shall your swords and lances arbitrate
FTLNLINEFTLN 0207 The swelling difference of your settled hate.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0208 Since we cannot atone you, we shall see
FTLNLINEFTLN 0209 Justice design the victor’s chivalry.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0210210 Lord Marshal, command our officers-at-arms
FTLNLINEFTLN 0211 Be ready to direct these home alarms.
SD
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0212 Alas, the part I had in Woodstock’s blood
FTLNLINEFTLN 0213 Doth more solicit me than your exclaims
FTLNLINEFTLN 0214 To stir against the butchers of his life.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0215 But since correction lieth in those hands
FTLNLINEFTLN 02165 Which made the fault that we cannot correct,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0217 Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0218 Who, when they see the hours ripe on Earth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0219 Will rain hot vengeance on offenders’ heads.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0220 Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?
FTLNLINEFTLN 022110 Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0222 Edward’s seven sons, whereof thyself art one,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0223 Were as seven vials of his sacred blood
FTLNLINEFTLN 0224 Or seven fair branches springing from one root.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0225 Some of those seven are dried by nature’s course,
FTLNLINEFTLN 022615 Some of those branches by the Destinies cut.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0227 But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0228 One vial full of Edward’s sacred blood,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0229 One flourishing branch of his most royal root,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0230 Is cracked and all the precious liquor spilt,
FTLNLINEFTLN 023120 Is hacked down, and his summer leaves all faded,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0232 By envy’s hand and murder’s bloody ax.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0234 womb,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0235 That metal, that self mold that fashioned thee
FTLNLINEFTLN 023625 Made him a man; and though thou livest and
FTLNLINEFTLN 0237 breathest,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0238 Yet art thou slain in him. Thou dost consent
FTLNLINEFTLN 0239 In some large measure to thy father’s death
FTLNLINEFTLN 0240 In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
FTLNLINEFTLN 024130 Who was the model of thy father’s life.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0242 Call it not patience, Gaunt. It is despair.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0243 In suff’ring thus thy brother to be slaughtered,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0244 Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0245 Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee.
FTLNLINEFTLN 024635 That which in mean men we entitle patience
FTLNLINEFTLN 0247 Is pale, cold cowardice in noble breasts.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0248 What shall I say? To safeguard thine own life,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0249 The best way is to venge my Gloucester’s death.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0250 God’s is the quarrel; for God’s substitute,
FTLNLINEFTLN 025140 His deputy anointed in His sight,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0252 Hath caused his death, the which if wrongfully
FTLNLINEFTLN 0253 Let heaven revenge, for I may never lift
FTLNLINEFTLN 0254 An angry arm against His minister.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0255 Where, then, alas, may I complain myself?
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 025645 To God, the widow’s champion and defense.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0257 Why then I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0258 Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold
FTLNLINEFTLN 0259 Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0260 O,
FTLNLINEFTLN 026150 That it may enter butcher Mowbray’s breast!
FTLNLINEFTLN 0262 Or if misfortune miss the first career,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0263 Be Mowbray’s sins so heavy in his bosom
FTLNLINEFTLN 0265 And throw the rider headlong in the lists,
FTLNLINEFTLN 026655 A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford!
FTLNLINEFTLN 0267 Farewell, old Gaunt. Thy sometime brother’s wife
FTLNLINEFTLN 0268 With her companion, grief, must end her life.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0269 Sister, farewell. I must to Coventry.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0270 As much good stay with thee as go with me.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 027160 Yet one word more. Grief boundeth where
FTLNLINEFTLN 0272 Not with the empty hollowness, but weight.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0273 I take my leave before I have begun,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0274 For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0275 Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.
FTLNLINEFTLN 027665 Lo, this is all. Nay, yet depart not so!
FTLNLINEFTLN 0277 Though this be all, do not so quickly go;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0278 I shall remember more. Bid him—ah, what?—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0279 With all good speed at Plashy visit me.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0280 Alack, and what shall good old York there see
FTLNLINEFTLN 028170 But empty lodgings and unfurnished walls,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0282 Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0283 And what hear there for welcome but my groans?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0284 Therefore commend me; let him not come there
FTLNLINEFTLN 0285 To seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere.
FTLNLINEFTLN 028675 Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0287 The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.
SDThey exit.
MARSHAL
FTLNLINEFTLN 0288 My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford armed?
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0289 Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0290 The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0291 Stays but the summons of the appellant’s trumpet.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 02925 Why then, the champions are prepared and stay
FTLNLINEFTLN 0293 For nothing but his Majesty’s approach.
SDThe trumpets sound and the King enters with his Nobles
Duke of Norfolk in arms, defendant,
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0294 Marshal, demand of yonder champion
FTLNLINEFTLN 0295 The cause of his arrival here in arms,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0296 Ask him his name, and orderly proceed
FTLNLINEFTLN 029710 To swear him in the justice of his cause.
MARSHALSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0298 In God’s name and the King’s, say who thou art
FTLNLINEFTLN 0299 And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0300 Against what man thou com’st, and what thy quarrel.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0301 Speak truly on thy knighthood and thy oath,
FTLNLINEFTLN 030215 As so defend thee heaven and thy valor.
MOWBRAY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0303 My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0304 Who hither come engagèd by my oath—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0305 Which God defend a knight should violate!—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0306 Both to defend my loyalty and truth
FTLNLINEFTLN 030720 To God, my king, and my succeeding issue,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0308 Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0309 And by the grace of God and this mine arm
FTLNLINEFTLN 0310 To prove him, in defending of myself,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0311 A traitor to my God, my king, and me;
FTLNLINEFTLN 031225 And as I truly fight, defend me heaven.
SDThe trumpets sound. Enter
Hereford, appellant, in armor,
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 0313Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms
FTLNLINEFTLN 0315 Thus plated in habiliments of war,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0316 And formally, according to our law,
FTLNLINEFTLN 031730 Depose him in the justice of his cause.
MARSHALSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0318 What is thy name? And wherefore com’st thou hither,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0319 Before King Richard in his royal lists?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0320 Against whom comest thou? And what’s thy quarrel?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0321 Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 032235 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby
FTLNLINEFTLN 0323 Am I, who ready here do stand in arms
FTLNLINEFTLN 0324 To prove, by God’s grace and my body’s valor,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0325 In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0326 That he is a traitor foul and dangerous
FTLNLINEFTLN 032740 To God of heaven, King Richard, and to me.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0328 And as I truly fight, defend me heaven.
MARSHAL
FTLNLINEFTLN 0329 On pain of death, no person be so bold
FTLNLINEFTLN 0330 Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0331 Except the Marshal and such officers
FTLNLINEFTLN 033245 Appointed to direct these fair designs.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0333 Lord Marshal, let me kiss my sovereign’s hand
FTLNLINEFTLN 0334 And bow my knee before his Majesty;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0335 For Mowbray and myself are like two men
FTLNLINEFTLN 0336 That vow a long and weary pilgrimage.
FTLNLINEFTLN 033750 Then let us take a ceremonious leave
FTLNLINEFTLN 0338 And loving farewell of our several friends.
MARSHALSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0339 The appellant in all duty greets your Highness
FTLNLINEFTLN 0340 And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.
KING RICHARDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0341 We will descend and fold him in our arms.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 034255 Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0344 Farewell, my blood—which, if today thou shed,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0345 Lament we may but not revenge thee dead.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0346 O, let no noble eye profane a tear
FTLNLINEFTLN 034760 For me if I be gored with Mowbray’s spear.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0348 As confident as is the falcon’s flight
FTLNLINEFTLN 0349 Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0350 My loving lord, I take my leave of you.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0351 Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;
FTLNLINEFTLN 035265 Not sick, although I have to do with death,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0353 But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0354 Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
FTLNLINEFTLN 0355 The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0356 O, thou the earthly author of my blood,
FTLNLINEFTLN 035770 Whose youthful spirit in me regenerate
FTLNLINEFTLN 0358 Doth with a twofold vigor lift me up
FTLNLINEFTLN 0359 To reach at victory above my head,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0360 Add proof unto mine armor with thy prayers,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0361 And with thy blessings steel my lance’s point
FTLNLINEFTLN 036275 That it may enter Mowbray’s waxen coat
FTLNLINEFTLN 0363 And furbish new the name of John o’ Gaunt,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0364 Even in the lusty havior of his son.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0365 God in thy good cause make thee prosperous.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0366 Be swift like lightning in the execution,
FTLNLINEFTLN 036780 And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0368 Fall like amazing thunder on the casque
FTLNLINEFTLN 0369 Of thy adverse pernicious enemy.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0370 Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0371 Mine innocence and Saint George to thrive!
MOWBRAY
FTLNLINEFTLN 037285 However God or fortune cast my lot,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0373 There lives or dies, true to King Richard’s throne,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0374 A loyal, just, and upright gentleman.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0376 Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace
FTLNLINEFTLN 037790 His golden uncontrolled enfranchisement
FTLNLINEFTLN 0378 More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
FTLNLINEFTLN 0379 This feast of battle with mine adversary.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0380 Most mighty liege and my companion peers,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0381 Take from my mouth the wish of happy years.
FTLNLINEFTLN 038295 As gentle and as jocund as to jest
FTLNLINEFTLN 0383 Go I to fight. Truth hath a quiet breast.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0384 Farewell, my lord. Securely I espy
FTLNLINEFTLN 0385 Virtue with valor couchèd in thine eye.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0386 Order the trial, marshal, and begin.
MARSHAL
FTLNLINEFTLN 0387100 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0388 Receive thy lance; and God defend the right.
SD
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0389 Strong as a tower in hope, I cry “Amen!”
MARSHALSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0390 Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0391 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby
FTLNLINEFTLN 0392105 Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0393 On pain to be found false and recreant,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0394 To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0395 A traitor to his God, his king, and him,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0396 And dares him to set forward to the fight.
SECOND HERALD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0397110 Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0398 On pain to be found false and recreant,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0399 Both to defend himself and to approve
FTLNLINEFTLN 0400 Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby
FTLNLINEFTLN 0401 To God, his sovereign, and to him disloyal,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0403 Attending but the signal to begin.
MARSHAL
FTLNLINEFTLN 0404 Sound, trumpets, and set forward, combatants.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0405 Stay! The King hath thrown his warder down.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0406 Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0407120 And both return back to their chairs again.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0408 SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0409 trumpets sound
FTLNLINEFTLN 0410 While we return these dukes what we decree.
SD
and other Nobles.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0411 SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0412125 And list what with our council we have done.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0413 For that our kingdom’s earth should not be soiled
FTLNLINEFTLN 0414 With that dear blood which it hath fosterèd;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0415 And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
FTLNLINEFTLN 0416 Of civil wounds plowed up with neighbor’s sword;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0417130 And for we think the eagle-wingèd pride
FTLNLINEFTLN 0418 Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0419 With rival-hating envy, set on you
FTLNLINEFTLN 0420 To wake our peace, which in our country’s cradle
FTLNLINEFTLN 0421 Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0422135 Which, so roused up with boist’rous untuned
FTLNLINEFTLN 0423 drums,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0424 With harsh resounding trumpets’ dreadful bray,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0425 And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0426 Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace
FTLNLINEFTLN 0427140 And make us wade even in our kindred’s blood:
FTLNLINEFTLN 0428 Therefore we banish you our territories.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0429 You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0430 Till twice five summers have enriched our fields
FTLNLINEFTLN 0431 Shall not regreet our fair dominions,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0432145 But tread the stranger paths of banishment.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0433 Your will be done. This must my comfort be:
FTLNLINEFTLN 0434 That sun that warms you here shall shine on me,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0435 And those his golden beams to you here lent
FTLNLINEFTLN 0436 Shall point on me and gild my banishment.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0437150 Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0438 Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:
FTLNLINEFTLN 0439 The sly, slow hours shall not determinate
FTLNLINEFTLN 0440 The dateless limit of thy dear exile.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0441 The hopeless word of “never to return”
FTLNLINEFTLN 0442155 Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
MOWBRAY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0443 A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0444 And all unlooked-for from your Highness’ mouth.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0445 A dearer merit, not so deep a maim
FTLNLINEFTLN 0446 As to be cast forth in the common air,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0447160 Have I deservèd at your Highness’ hands.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0448 The language I have learnt these forty years,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0449 My native English, now I must forgo;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0450 And now my tongue’s use is to me no more
FTLNLINEFTLN 0451 Than an unstringèd viol or a harp,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0452165 Or like a cunning instrument cased up,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0453 Or, being open, put into his hands
FTLNLINEFTLN 0454 That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0455 Within my mouth you have enjailed my tongue,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0456 Doubly portcullised with my teeth and lips,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0457170 And dull unfeeling barren ignorance
FTLNLINEFTLN 0458 Is made my jailor to attend on me.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0459 I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0460 Too far in years to be a pupil now.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0461 What is thy sentence
FTLNLINEFTLN 0462175 Which robs my tongue from breathing native
FTLNLINEFTLN 0463 breath?
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0464 It boots thee not to be compassionate.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0465 After our sentence plaining comes too late.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0466 Then thus I turn me from my country’s light,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0467180 To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.
SD
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0468 Return again, and take an oath with thee.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0469 SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0470 sword your banished hands.
SD
Richard’s sword.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0471 Swear by the duty that you owe to God—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0472185 Our part therein we banish with yourselves—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0473 To keep the oath that we administer:
FTLNLINEFTLN 0474 You never shall, so help you truth and God,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0475 Embrace each other’s love in banishment,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0476 Nor never look upon each other’s face,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0477190 Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile
FTLNLINEFTLN 0478 This louring tempest of your homebred hate,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0479 Nor never by advisèd purpose meet
FTLNLINEFTLN 0480 To plot, contrive, or complot any ill
FTLNLINEFTLN 0481 ’Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.
BOLINGBROKE FTLNLINEFTLN 0482195I swear.
MOWBRAY FTLNLINEFTLN 0483And I, to keep all this.
SD
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0484 Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:
FTLNLINEFTLN 0485 By this time, had the King permitted us,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0486 One of our souls had wandered in the air,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0487200 Banished this frail sepulcher of our flesh,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0488 As now our flesh is banished from this land.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0489 Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0490 Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
FTLNLINEFTLN 0491 The clogging burden of a guilty soul.
MOWBRAY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0492205 No, Bolingbroke; if ever I were traitor,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0493 My name be blotted from the book of life,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0495 But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0496 And all too soon, I fear, the King shall rue.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0497210 Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0498 Save back to England, all the world’s my way.
SDHe exits.
KING RICHARDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0499 Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes
FTLNLINEFTLN 0500 I see thy grievèd heart. Thy sad aspect
FTLNLINEFTLN 0501 Hath from the number of his banished years
FTLNLINEFTLN 0502215 Plucked four away.SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0503 winters spent,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0504 Return with welcome home from banishment.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0505 How long a time lies in one little word!
FTLNLINEFTLN 0506 Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
FTLNLINEFTLN 0507220 End in a word; such is the breath of kings.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0508 I thank my liege that in regard of me
FTLNLINEFTLN 0509 He shortens four years of my son’s exile.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0510 But little vantage shall I reap thereby;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0511 For, ere the six years that he hath to spend
FTLNLINEFTLN 0512225 Can change their moons and bring their times
FTLNLINEFTLN 0513 about,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0514 My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light
FTLNLINEFTLN 0515 Shall be extinct with age and endless
FTLNLINEFTLN 0516 My inch of taper will be burnt and done,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0517230 And blindfold death not let me see my son.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0518 Why, uncle, thou hast many years to live.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0519 But not a minute, king, that thou canst give.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0520 Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0521 And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0522235 Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0523 But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0525 But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0526 Thy son is banished upon good advice,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0527240 Whereto thy tongue a party verdict gave.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0528 Why at our justice seem’st thou then to lour?
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0529 Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0530 You urged me as a judge, but I had rather
FTLNLINEFTLN 0531 You would have bid me argue like a father.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0532245 O, had it been a stranger, not my child,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0533 To smooth his fault I should have been more mild.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0534 A partial slander sought I to avoid,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0535 And in the sentence my own life destroyed.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0536 Alas, I looked when some of you should say
FTLNLINEFTLN 0537250 I was too strict, to make mine own away.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0538 But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue
FTLNLINEFTLN 0539 Against my will to do myself this wrong.
KING RICHARDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0540 Cousin, farewell.—And, uncle, bid him so.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0541 Six years we banish him, and he shall go.
SD
AUMERLESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0542255 Cousin, farewell. What presence must not know,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0543 From where you do remain let paper show.
MARSHALSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0544 My lord, no leave take I, for I will ride,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0545 As far as land will let me, by your side.
GAUNTSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0546 O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0547260 That thou returnest no greeting to thy friends?
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0548 I have too few to take my leave of you,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0549 When the tongue’s office should be prodigal
FTLNLINEFTLN 0550 To breathe the abundant dolor of the heart.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0551 Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0552265 Joy absent, grief is present for that time.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0553 What is six winters? They are quickly gone.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0554 To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0555 Call it a travel that thou tak’st for pleasure.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0556 My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0557270 Which finds it an enforcèd pilgrimage.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0558 The sullen passage of thy weary steps
FTLNLINEFTLN 0559 Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set
FTLNLINEFTLN 0560 The precious jewel of thy home return.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0561 Nay, rather every tedious stride I make
FTLNLINEFTLN 0562275 Will but remember me what a deal of world
FTLNLINEFTLN 0563 I wander from the jewels that I love.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0564 Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
FTLNLINEFTLN 0565 To foreign passages, and in the end,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0566 Having my freedom, boast of nothing else
FTLNLINEFTLN 0567280 But that I was a journeyman to grief?
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0568 All places that the eye of heaven visits
FTLNLINEFTLN 0569 Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0570 Teach thy necessity to reason thus:
FTLNLINEFTLN 0571 There is no virtue like necessity.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0572285 Think not the King did banish thee,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0573 But thou the King. Woe doth the heavier sit
FTLNLINEFTLN 0574 Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0575 Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honor,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0576 And not the King exiled thee; or suppose
FTLNLINEFTLN 0577290 Devouring pestilence hangs in our air
FTLNLINEFTLN 0578 And thou art flying to a fresher clime.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0580 To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com’st.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0581 Suppose the singing birds musicians,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0582295 The grass whereon thou tread’st the presence
FTLNLINEFTLN 0583 strewed,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0584 The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more
FTLNLINEFTLN 0585 Than a delightful measure or a dance;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0586 For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
FTLNLINEFTLN 0587300 The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0588 O, who can hold a fire in his hand
FTLNLINEFTLN 0589 By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0590 Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
FTLNLINEFTLN 0591 By bare imagination of a feast?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0592305 Or wallow naked in December snow
FTLNLINEFTLN 0593 By thinking on fantastic summer’s heat?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0594 O no, the apprehension of the good
FTLNLINEFTLN 0595 Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0596 Fell sorrow’s tooth doth never rankle more
FTLNLINEFTLN 0597310 Than when he bites but lanceth not the sore.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0598 Come, come, my son, I’ll bring thee on thy way.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0599 Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0600 Then, England’s ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0601 My mother and my nurse that bears me yet.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0602315 Where’er I wander, boast of this I can,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0603 Though banished, yet a trueborn Englishman.
SDThey exit.
and the Lord Aumerle at another.
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 0604We did observe.—Cousin Aumerle,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0605 How far brought you high Hereford on his way?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0606 I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0607 But to the next highway, and there I left him.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 06085 And say, what store of parting tears were shed?
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 0609 Faith, none for me, except the northeast wind,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0610 Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0611 Awaked the sleeping rheum and so by chance
FTLNLINEFTLN 0612 Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 061310 What said our cousin when you parted with him?
AUMERLE FTLNLINEFTLN 0614“Farewell.”
FTLNLINEFTLN 0615 And, for my heart disdainèd that my tongue
FTLNLINEFTLN 0616 Should so profane the word, that taught me craft
FTLNLINEFTLN 0617 To counterfeit oppression of such grief
FTLNLINEFTLN 061815 That words seemed buried in my sorrow’s grave.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0619 Marry, would the word “farewell” have lengthened
FTLNLINEFTLN 0620 hours
FTLNLINEFTLN 0621 And added years to his short banishment,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0622 He should have had a volume of farewells.
FTLNLINEFTLN 062320 But since it would not, he had none of me.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0624 He is our
FTLNLINEFTLN 0625 When time shall call him home from banishment,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0626 Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0627 Ourself and Bushy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 062825 Observed his courtship to the common people,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0629 How he did seem to dive into their hearts
FTLNLINEFTLN 0630 With humble and familiar courtesy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0631 What reverence he did throw away on slaves,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0632 Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles
FTLNLINEFTLN 063330 And patient underbearing of his fortune,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0634 As ’twere to banish their affects with him.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0635 Off goes his bonnet to an oysterwench;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0636 A brace of draymen bid God speed him well
FTLNLINEFTLN 063835 With “Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends,”
FTLNLINEFTLN 0639 As were our England in reversion his
FTLNLINEFTLN 0640 And he our subjects’ next degree in hope.
GREEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 0641 Well, he is gone, and with him go these thoughts.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0642 Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,
FTLNLINEFTLN 064340 Expedient manage must be made, my liege,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0644 Ere further leisure yield them further means
FTLNLINEFTLN 0645 For their advantage and your Highness’ loss.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0646 We will ourself in person to this war.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0647 And, for our coffers, with too great a court
FTLNLINEFTLN 064845 And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0649 We are enforced to farm our royal realm,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0650 The revenue whereof shall furnish us
FTLNLINEFTLN 0651 For our affairs in hand. If that come short,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0652 Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters,
FTLNLINEFTLN 065350 Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0654 They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold
FTLNLINEFTLN 0655 And send them after to supply our wants,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0656 For we will make for Ireland presently.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0657 Bushy, what news?
BUSHY
FTLNLINEFTLN 065855 Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0659 Suddenly taken, and hath sent posthaste
FTLNLINEFTLN 0660 To entreat your Majesty to visit him.
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 0661Where lies he?
BUSHY FTLNLINEFTLN 0662At Ely House.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 066360 Now put it, God, in the physician’s mind
FTLNLINEFTLN 0664 To help him to his grave immediately!
FTLNLINEFTLN 0665 The lining of his coffers shall make coats
FTLNLINEFTLN 0667 Come, gentlemen, let’s all go visit him.
FTLNLINEFTLN 066865 Pray God we may make haste and come too late.
SDThey exit.
Attendants.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0670 Will the King come, that I may breathe my last
FTLNLINEFTLN 0671 In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 0672 Vex not yourself nor strive not with your breath,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0673 For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 06745 O, but they say the tongues of dying men
FTLNLINEFTLN 0675 Enforce attention like deep harmony.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0676 Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in
FTLNLINEFTLN 0677 vain,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0678 For they breathe truth that breathe their words in
FTLNLINEFTLN 067910 pain.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0680 He that no more must say is listened more
FTLNLINEFTLN 0681 Than they whom youth and ease have taught to
FTLNLINEFTLN 0682 gloze.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0683 More are men’s ends marked than their lives before.
FTLNLINEFTLN 068415 The setting sun and music at the close,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0685 As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0686 Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0687 Though Richard my life’s counsel would not hear,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0688 My death’s sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.
FTLNLINEFTLN 068920 No, it is stopped with other flattering sounds,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0690 As praises, of whose taste the wise are
FTLNLINEFTLN 0691 Lascivious meters, to whose venom sound
FTLNLINEFTLN 0692 The open ear of youth doth always listen;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0693 Report of fashions in proud Italy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 069425 Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation
FTLNLINEFTLN 0695 Limps after in base imitation.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0696 Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0697 So it be new, there’s no respect how vile—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0698 That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?
FTLNLINEFTLN 069930 Then all too late comes counsel to be heard
FTLNLINEFTLN 0700 Where will doth mutiny with wit’s regard.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0701 Direct not him whose way himself will choose.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0702 ’Tis breath thou lack’st, and that breath wilt thou
FTLNLINEFTLN 0703 lose.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 070435 Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
FTLNLINEFTLN 0705 And thus expiring do foretell of him:
FTLNLINEFTLN 0706 His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0707 For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0708 Small showers last long, but sudden storms are
FTLNLINEFTLN 070940 short;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0710 He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0711 With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0712 Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0713 Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
FTLNLINEFTLN 071445 This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0715 This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0716 This other Eden, demi-paradise,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0717 This fortress built by Nature for herself
FTLNLINEFTLN 0718 Against infection and the hand of war,
FTLNLINEFTLN 071950 This happy breed of men, this little world,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0720 This precious stone set in the silver sea,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0721 Which serves it in the office of a wall
FTLNLINEFTLN 0722 Or as
FTLNLINEFTLN 072455 This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this
FTLNLINEFTLN 0725 England,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0726 This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0727 Feared by their breed and famous by their birth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0728 Renownèd for their deeds as far from home
FTLNLINEFTLN 072960 For Christian service and true chivalry
FTLNLINEFTLN 0730 As is the sepulcher in stubborn Jewry
FTLNLINEFTLN 0731 Of the world’s ransom, blessèd Mary’s son,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0732 This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0733 Dear for her reputation through the world,
FTLNLINEFTLN 073465 Is now leased out—I die pronouncing it—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0735 Like to a tenement or pelting farm.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0736 England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0737 Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
FTLNLINEFTLN 0738 Of wat’ry Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
FTLNLINEFTLN 073970 With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0740 That England that was wont to conquer others
FTLNLINEFTLN 0741 Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0742 Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0743 How happy then were my ensuing death!
SDEnter King and Queen,
Ross, Willoughby,
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 074475 The King is come. Deal mildly with his youth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0745 For young hot colts being
QUEENSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0746 How fares our noble uncle Lancaster?
KING RICHARDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0747 What comfort, man? How is ’t with agèd Gaunt?
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0748 O, how that name befits my composition!
FTLNLINEFTLN 074980 Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0750 Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0751 And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0753 Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt.
FTLNLINEFTLN 075485 The pleasure that some fathers feed upon
FTLNLINEFTLN 0755 Is my strict fast—I mean my children’s looks—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0756 And, therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0757 Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0758 Whose hollow womb inherits naught but bones.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 075990 Can sick men play so nicely with their names?
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0760 No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0761 Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0762 I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0763 Should dying men flatter with those that live?
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 076495 No, no, men living flatter those that die.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0765 Thou, now a-dying, sayest thou flatterest me.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0766 O, no, thou diest, though I the sicker be.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0767 I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0768 Now He that made me knows I see thee ill,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0769100 Ill in myself to see, and in thee, seeing ill.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0770 Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0771 Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0772 And thou, too careless-patient as thou art,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0773 Commit’st thy anointed body to the cure
FTLNLINEFTLN 0774105 Of those physicians that first wounded thee.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0775 A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0776 Whose compass is no bigger than thy head,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0777 And yet
FTLNLINEFTLN 0778 The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0780 Seen how his son’s son should destroy his sons,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0781 From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0782 Deposing thee before thou wert possessed,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0783 Which art possessed now to depose thyself.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0784115 Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0785 It were a shame to let this land by lease;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0786 But, for thy world enjoying but this land,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0787 Is it not more than shame to shame it so?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0788 Landlord of England art thou now, not king.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0789120 Thy state of law is bondslave to the law,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0790 And thou—
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 0791 A lunatic lean-witted fool,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0792 Presuming on an ague’s privilege,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0793 Darest with thy frozen admonition
FTLNLINEFTLN 0794125 Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood
FTLNLINEFTLN 0795 With fury from his native residence.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0796 Now, by my seat’s right royal majesty,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0797 Wert thou not brother to great Edward’s son,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0798 This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head
FTLNLINEFTLN 0799130 Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.
GAUNT
FTLNLINEFTLN 0800 O, spare me not, my
FTLNLINEFTLN 0801 For that I was his father Edward’s son!
FTLNLINEFTLN 0802 That blood already, like the pelican,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0803 Hast thou tapped out and drunkenly caroused.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0804135 My brother Gloucester—plain, well-meaning soul,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0805 Whom fair befall in heaven ’mongst happy souls—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0806 May be a precedent and witness good
FTLNLINEFTLN 0807 That thou respect’st not spilling Edward’s blood.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0808 Join with the present sickness that I have,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0809140 And thy unkindness be like crooked age
FTLNLINEFTLN 0810 To crop at once a too-long withered flower.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0811 Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
FTLNLINEFTLN 0812 These words hereafter thy tormentors be!—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0814145 Love they to live that love and honor have.
SDHe exits,
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0815 And let them die that age and sullens have,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0816 For both hast thou, and both become the grave.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 0817 I do beseech your Majesty, impute his words
FTLNLINEFTLN 0818 To wayward sickliness and age in him.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0819150 He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear
FTLNLINEFTLN 0820 As Harry, Duke of Hereford, were he here.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0821 Right, you say true: as Hereford’s love, so his;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0822 As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.
SD
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 0823 My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your Majesty.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0824155 What says he?
NORTHUMBERLAND FTLNLINEFTLN 0825 Nay, nothing; all is said.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0826 His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0827 Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 0828 Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!
FTLNLINEFTLN 0829160 Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0830 The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0831 His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0832 So much for that. Now for our Irish wars:
FTLNLINEFTLN 0833 We must supplant those rough rugheaded kern,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0834165 Which live like venom where no venom else
FTLNLINEFTLN 0835 But only they have privilege to live.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0836 And, for these great affairs do ask some charge,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0837 Towards our assistance we do seize to us
FTLNLINEFTLN 0839170 Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possessed.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 0840 How long shall I be patient? Ah, how long
FTLNLINEFTLN 0841 Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0842 Not Gloucester’s death, nor Hereford’s banishment,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0843 Nor Gaunt’s rebukes, nor England’s private wrongs,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0844175 Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke
FTLNLINEFTLN 0845 About his marriage, nor my own disgrace,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0846 Have ever made me sour my patient cheek
FTLNLINEFTLN 0847 Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign’s face.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0848 I am the last of noble Edward’s sons,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0849180 Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0850 In war was never lion raged more fierce,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0851 In peace was never gentle lamb more mild,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0852 Than was that young and princely gentleman.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0853 His face thou hast, for even so looked he,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0854185 Accomplished with
FTLNLINEFTLN 0855 But when he frowned, it was against the French
FTLNLINEFTLN 0856 And not against his friends. His noble hand
FTLNLINEFTLN 0857 Did win what he did spend, and spent not that
FTLNLINEFTLN 0858 Which his triumphant father’s hand had won.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0859190 His hands were guilty of no kindred blood,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0860 But bloody with the enemies of his kin.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0861 O, Richard! York is too far gone with grief,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0862 Or else he never would compare between.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0863 Why, uncle, what’s the matter?
YORK FTLNLINEFTLN 0864195 O, my liege,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0865 Pardon me if you please. If not, I, pleased
FTLNLINEFTLN 0866 Not to be pardoned, am content withal.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0867 Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands
FTLNLINEFTLN 0868 The royalties and rights of banished Hereford?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0869200 Is not Gaunt dead? And doth not Hereford live?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0870 Was not Gaunt just? And is not Harry true?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0871 Did not the one deserve to have an heir?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0873 Take Hereford’s rights away, and take from time
FTLNLINEFTLN 0874205 His charters and his customary rights;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0875 Let not tomorrow then ensue today;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0876 Be not thyself; for how art thou a king
FTLNLINEFTLN 0877 But by fair sequence and succession?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0878 Now afore God—God forbid I say true!—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0879210 If you do wrongfully seize Hereford’s rights,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0880 Call in the letters patents that he hath
FTLNLINEFTLN 0881 By his attorneys general to sue
FTLNLINEFTLN 0882 His livery, and deny his offered homage,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0883 You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0884215 You lose a thousand well-disposèd hearts,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0885 And prick my tender patience to those thoughts
FTLNLINEFTLN 0886 Which honor and allegiance cannot think.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0887 Think what you will, we seize into our hands
FTLNLINEFTLN 0888 His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 0889220 I’ll not be by the while. My liege, farewell.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0890 What will ensue hereof there’s none can tell;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0891 But by bad courses may be understood
FTLNLINEFTLN 0892 That their events can never fall out good.SDHe exits.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 0893 Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0894225 Bid him repair to us to Ely House
FTLNLINEFTLN 0895 To see this business. Tomorrow next
FTLNLINEFTLN 0896 We will for Ireland, and ’tis time, I trow.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0897 And we create, in absence of ourself,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0898 Our uncle York Lord Governor of England,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0899230 For he is just and always loved us well.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0900 Come on, our queen. Tomorrow must we part.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0901 Be merry, for our time of stay is short.
SDKing and Queen exit
Northumberland,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0902 Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.
ROSS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0903 And living too, for now his son is duke.
WILLOUGHBY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0904235 Barely in title, not in revenues.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 0905 Richly in both, if justice had her right.
ROSS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0906 My heart is great, but it must break with silence
FTLNLINEFTLN 0907 Ere ’t be disburdened with a liberal tongue.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 0908 Nay, speak thy mind, and let him ne’er speak more
FTLNLINEFTLN 0909240 That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!
WILLOUGHBYSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0910 Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of
FTLNLINEFTLN 0911 Hereford?
FTLNLINEFTLN 0912 If it be so, out with it boldly, man.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0913 Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.
ROSS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0914245 No good at all that I can do for him,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0915 Unless you call it good to pity him,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0916 Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 0917 Now, afore God, ’tis shame such wrongs are borne
FTLNLINEFTLN 0918 In him, a royal prince, and many more
FTLNLINEFTLN 0919250 Of noble blood in this declining land.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0920 The King is not himself, but basely led
FTLNLINEFTLN 0921 By flatterers; and what they will inform
FTLNLINEFTLN 0922 Merely in hate ’gainst any of us all,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0923 That will the King severely prosecute
FTLNLINEFTLN 0924255 ’Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.
ROSS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0925 The commons hath he pilled with grievous taxes,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0926 And quite lost their hearts. The nobles hath he fined
FTLNLINEFTLN 0927 For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0928 And daily new exactions are devised,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0929260 As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0930 But what i’ God’s name doth become of this?
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 0931 Wars hath not wasted it, for warred he hath not,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0932 But basely yielded upon compromise
FTLNLINEFTLN 0933 That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0934265 More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.
ROSS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0935 The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.
WILLOUGHBY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0936 The King grown bankrupt like a broken man.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 0937 Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.
ROSS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0938 He hath not money for these Irish wars,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0939270 His burdenous taxations notwithstanding,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0940 But by the robbing of the banished duke.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 0941 His noble kinsman. Most degenerate king!
FTLNLINEFTLN 0942 But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0943 Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0944275 We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0945 And yet we strike not, but securely perish.
ROSS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0946 We see the very wrack that we must suffer,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0947 And unavoided is the danger now
FTLNLINEFTLN 0948 For suffering so the causes of our wrack.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 0949280 Not so. Even through the hollow eyes of death
FTLNLINEFTLN 0950 I spy life peering; but I dare not say
FTLNLINEFTLN 0951 How near the tidings of our comfort is.
WILLOUGHBY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0952 Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0953 Be confident to speak, Northumberland.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0954285 We three are but thyself, and speaking so
FTLNLINEFTLN 0955 Thy words are but as thoughts. Therefore be bold.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 0956 Then thus: I have from Le Port
FTLNLINEFTLN 0957 A bay in Brittany, received intelligence
FTLNLINEFTLN 0958 That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord
FTLNLINEFTLN 0959290 Cobham,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0960 That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0961 His brother, archbishop late of Canterbury,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0962 Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0963 Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton, and Francis
FTLNLINEFTLN 0964295 Coint—
FTLNLINEFTLN 0965 All these well furnished by the Duke of Brittany
FTLNLINEFTLN 0966 With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0967 Are making hither with all due expedience
FTLNLINEFTLN 0968 And shortly mean to touch our northern shore.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0969300 Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay
FTLNLINEFTLN 0970 The first departing of the King for Ireland.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0971 If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0972 Imp out our drooping country’s broken wing,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0973 Redeem from broking pawn the blemished crown,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0974305 Wipe off the dust that hides our scepter’s gilt,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0975 And make high majesty look like itself,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0976 Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0977 But if you faint, as fearing to do so,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0978 Stay and be secret, and myself will go.
ROSS
FTLNLINEFTLN 0979310 To horse, to horse! Urge doubts to them that fear.
WILLOUGHBY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0980 Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.
SDThey exit.
BUSHY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0981 Madam, your Majesty is too much sad.
FTLNLINEFTLN 0982 You promised, when you parted with the King,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0983 To lay aside life-harming heaviness
FTLNLINEFTLN 0984 And entertain a cheerful disposition.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 09855 To please the King I did; to please myself
FTLNLINEFTLN 0986 I cannot do it. Yet I know no cause
FTLNLINEFTLN 0987 Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0988 Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest
FTLNLINEFTLN 0989 As my sweet Richard. Yet again methinks
FTLNLINEFTLN 099010 Some unborn sorrow ripe in Fortune’s womb
FTLNLINEFTLN 0991 Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
FTLNLINEFTLN 0992 With nothing trembles. At some thing it grieves
FTLNLINEFTLN 0993 More than with parting from my lord the King.
BUSHY
FTLNLINEFTLN 0994 Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
FTLNLINEFTLN 099515 Which shows like grief itself but is not so;
FTLNLINEFTLN 0996 For sorrow’s eyes, glazed with blinding tears,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0997 Divides one thing entire to many objects,
FTLNLINEFTLN 0998 Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon
FTLNLINEFTLN 0999 Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry
FTLNLINEFTLN 100020 Distinguish form. So your sweet Majesty,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1001 Looking awry upon your lord’s departure,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1002 Find shapes of grief more than himself to wail,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1003 Which, looked on as it is, is naught but shadows
FTLNLINEFTLN 1004 Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,
FTLNLINEFTLN 100525 More than your lord’s departure weep not. More is
FTLNLINEFTLN 1006 not seen,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1007 Or if it be, ’tis with false sorrow’s eye,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1008 Which for things true weeps things imaginary.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1009 It may be so, but yet my inward soul
FTLNLINEFTLN 101030 Persuades me it is otherwise. Howe’er it be,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1012 As thought, on thinking on no thought I think,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1013 Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.
BUSHY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1014 ’Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 101535 ’Tis nothing less. Conceit is still derived
FTLNLINEFTLN 1016 From some forefather grief. Mine is not so,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1017 For nothing hath begot my something grief—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1018 Or something hath the nothing that I grieve.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1019 ’Tis in reversion that I do possess,
FTLNLINEFTLN 102040 But what it is that is not yet known what,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1021 I cannot name. ’Tis nameless woe, I wot.
SD
GREEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1022 God save your Majesty!—And well met, gentlemen.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1023 I hope the King is not yet shipped for Ireland.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1024 Why hopest thou so? ’Tis better hope he is,
FTLNLINEFTLN 102545 For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1026 Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipped?
GREEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1027 That he, our hope, might have retired his power
FTLNLINEFTLN 1028 And driven into despair an enemy’s hope,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1029 Who strongly hath set footing in this land.
FTLNLINEFTLN 103050 The banished Bolingbroke repeals himself
FTLNLINEFTLN 1031 And with uplifted arms is safe arrived
FTLNLINEFTLN 1032 At Ravenspurgh.
QUEEN FTLNLINEFTLN 1033 Now God in heaven forbid!
GREEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1034 Ah, madam, ’tis too true. And that is worse,
FTLNLINEFTLN 103555 The Lord Northumberland, his son young Harry
FTLNLINEFTLN 1036 Percy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1037 The Lords of Ross, Beaumont, and Willoughby,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1038 With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1039 Why have you not proclaimed Northumberland
FTLNLINEFTLN 104060 And all the rest revolted faction traitors?
GREEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1041 We have; whereupon the Earl of Worcester
FTLNLINEFTLN 1042 Hath broken his staff, resigned his stewardship,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1043 And all the Household servants fled with him
FTLNLINEFTLN 1044 To Bolingbroke.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 104565 So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1046 And Bolingbroke my sorrow’s dismal heir.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1047 Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1048 And I, a gasping new-delivered mother,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1049 Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joined.
BUSHY
FTLNLINEFTLN 105070 Despair not, madam.
QUEEN FTLNLINEFTLN 1051 Who shall hinder me?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1052 I will despair and be at enmity
FTLNLINEFTLN 1053 With cozening hope. He is a flatterer,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1054 A parasite, a keeper-back of death,
FTLNLINEFTLN 105575 Who gently would dissolve the bands of life
FTLNLINEFTLN 1056 Which false hope lingers in extremity.
SD
GREEN FTLNLINEFTLN 1057Here comes the Duke of York.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1058 With signs of war about his agèd neck.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1059 O, full of careful business are his looks!—
FTLNLINEFTLN 106080 Uncle, for God’s sake speak comfortable words.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1061 Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1062 Comfort’s in heaven, and we are on the Earth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1063 Where nothing lives but crosses, cares, and grief.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1064 Your husband, he is gone to save far off
FTLNLINEFTLN 106585 Whilst others come to make him lose at home.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1066 Here am I left to underprop his land,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1068 Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1069 Now shall he try his friends that flattered him.
SD
SERVINGMAN
FTLNLINEFTLN 107090 My lord, your son was gone before I came.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1071 He was? Why, so go all which way it will.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1072 The nobles they are fled; the commons they are
FTLNLINEFTLN 1073 cold
FTLNLINEFTLN 1074 And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford’s side.
FTLNLINEFTLN 107595 Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1076 Bid her send me presently a thousand pound.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1077 Hold, take my ring.
SERVINGMAN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1078 My lord, I had forgot to tell your Lordship:
FTLNLINEFTLN 1079 Today as I came by I callèd there—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1080100 But I shall grieve you to report the rest.
YORK FTLNLINEFTLN 1081What is ’t, knave?
SERVINGMAN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1082 An hour before I came, the Duchess died.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1083 God for His mercy, what a tide of woes
FTLNLINEFTLN 1084 Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1085105 I know not what to do. I would to God,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1086 So my untruth had not provoked him to it,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1087 The King had cut off my head with my brother’s!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1088 What, are there no posts dispatched for Ireland?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1089 How shall we do for money for these wars?—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1090110 Come, sister—cousin I would say, pray pardon
FTLNLINEFTLN 1091 me.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1092 Go, fellow, get thee home. Provide some carts
FTLNLINEFTLN 1093 And bring away the armor that is there.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1094 Gentlemen, will you go muster men?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1096 Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1097 Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1098 T’ one is my sovereign, whom both my oath
FTLNLINEFTLN 1099 And duty bids defend; t’ other again
FTLNLINEFTLN 1100120 Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wronged,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1101 Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1102 Well, somewhat we must do.SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1103 cousin,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1104 I’ll dispose of you.—Gentlemen, go muster up your
FTLNLINEFTLN 1105125 men
FTLNLINEFTLN 1106 And meet me presently at Berkeley.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1107 I should to Plashy too,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1108 But time will not permit. All is uneven,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1109 And everything is left at six and seven.
SDDuke
Bushy, Green,
BUSHY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1110130 The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1111 But none returns. For us to levy power
FTLNLINEFTLN 1112 Proportionable to the enemy
FTLNLINEFTLN 1113 Is all unpossible.
GREEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1114 Besides, our nearness to the King in love
FTLNLINEFTLN 1115135 Is near the hate of those love not the King.
BAGOT
FTLNLINEFTLN 1116 And that is the wavering commons, for their love
FTLNLINEFTLN 1117 Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them
FTLNLINEFTLN 1118 By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
BUSHY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1119 Wherein the King stands generally condemned.
BAGOT
FTLNLINEFTLN 1120140 If judgment lie in them, then so do we,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1121 Because we ever have been near the King.
GREEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1122 Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristow Castle.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1123 The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1124 Thither will I with you, for little office
FTLNLINEFTLN 1125145 Will the hateful commons perform for us,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1126 Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1127 Will you go along with us?
BAGOT
FTLNLINEFTLN 1128 No, I will to Ireland to his Majesty.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1129 Farewell. If heart’s presages be not vain,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1130150 We three here part that ne’er shall meet again.
BUSHY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1131 That’s as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.
GREEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1132 Alas, poor duke, the task he undertakes
FTLNLINEFTLN 1133 Is numb’ring sands and drinking oceans dry.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1134 Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1135155 Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.
BUSHY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1136 Well, we may meet again.
BAGOT FTLNLINEFTLN 1137 I fear me, never.
SD
Northumberland.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1138 How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
NORTHUMBERLAND FTLNLINEFTLN 1139Believe me, noble lord,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1140 I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1141 These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
FTLNLINEFTLN 11425 Draws out our miles and makes them wearisome.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1143 And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1144 Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1145 But I bethink me what a weary way
FTLNLINEFTLN 1146 From Ravenspurgh to Cotshall will be found
FTLNLINEFTLN 1148 Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
FTLNLINEFTLN 1149 The tediousness and process of my travel.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1150 But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
FTLNLINEFTLN 1151 The present benefit which I possess,
FTLNLINEFTLN 115215 And hope to joy is little less in joy
FTLNLINEFTLN 1153 Than hope enjoyed. By this the weary lords
FTLNLINEFTLN 1154 Shall make their way seem short as mine hath done
FTLNLINEFTLN 1155 By sight of what I have, your noble company.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1156 Of much less value is my company
FTLNLINEFTLN 115720 Than your good words. But who comes here?
SDEnter Harry Percy.
NORTHUMBERLAND FTLNLINEFTLN 1158It is my son, young Harry Percy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1159 Sent from my brother Worcester whencesoever.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1160 Harry, how fares your uncle?
PERCY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1161 I had thought, my lord, to have learned his health of
FTLNLINEFTLN 116225 you.
NORTHUMBERLAND FTLNLINEFTLN 1163Why, is he not with the Queen?
PERCY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1164 No, my good lord, he hath forsook the court,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1165 Broken his staff of office, and dispersed
FTLNLINEFTLN 1166 The Household of the King.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 116730 What was his reason? He was not so resolved
FTLNLINEFTLN 1168 When last we spake together.
PERCY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1169 Because your Lordship was proclaimèd traitor.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1170 But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh
FTLNLINEFTLN 1171 To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
FTLNLINEFTLN 117235 And sent me over by Berkeley to discover
FTLNLINEFTLN 1173 What power the Duke of York had levied there,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1174 Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1175 Have you forgot the Duke of
PERCY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1176 No, my good lord, for that is not forgot
FTLNLINEFTLN 117740 Which ne’er I did remember. To my knowledge
FTLNLINEFTLN 1178 I never in my life did look on him.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 1179 Then learn to know him now. This is the Duke.
PERCYSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1180 My gracious lord, I tender you my service,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1181 Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,
FTLNLINEFTLN 118245 Which elder days shall ripen and confirm
FTLNLINEFTLN 1183 To more approvèd service and desert.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1184 I thank thee, gentle Percy, and be sure
FTLNLINEFTLN 1185 I count myself in nothing else so happy
FTLNLINEFTLN 1186 As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends;
FTLNLINEFTLN 118750 And as my fortune ripens with thy love,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1188 It shall be still thy true love’s recompense.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1189 My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.
SD
NORTHUMBERLANDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1190 How far is it to Berkeley, and what stir
FTLNLINEFTLN 1191 Keeps good old York there with his men of war?
PERCY
FTLNLINEFTLN 119255 There stands the castle by yon tuft of trees,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1193 Manned with three hundred men, as I have heard,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1194 And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and
FTLNLINEFTLN 1195 Seymour,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1196 None else of name and noble estimate.
SD
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 119760 Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1198 Bloody with spurring, fiery red with haste.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1199 Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues
FTLNLINEFTLN 1200 A banished traitor. All my treasury
FTLNLINEFTLN 1201 Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enriched,
FTLNLINEFTLN 120265 Shall be your love and labor’s recompense.
ROSS
FTLNLINEFTLN 1203 Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.
WILLOUGHBY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1204 And far surmounts our labor to attain it.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1205 Evermore thank’s the exchequer of the poor,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1206 Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,
FTLNLINEFTLN 120770 Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
SD
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 1208 It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.
BERKELEYSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1209 My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1210 My lord, my answer is—to “Lancaster”;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1211 And I am come to seek that name in England.
FTLNLINEFTLN 121275 And I must find that title in your tongue
FTLNLINEFTLN 1213 Before I make reply to aught you say.
BERKELEY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1214 Mistake me not, my lord, ’tis not my meaning
FTLNLINEFTLN 1215 To rase one title of your honor out.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1216 To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will,
FTLNLINEFTLN 121780 From the most gracious regent of this land,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1218 The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
FTLNLINEFTLN 1219 To take advantage of the absent time,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1220 And fright our native peace with self-borne arms.
SD
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1221 I shall not need transport my words by you.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1223 My noble uncle.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1224 Show me thy humble heart and not thy knee,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1225 Whose duty is deceivable and false.
BOLINGBROKESD,
YORK FTLNLINEFTLN 122790Tut, tut!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1228 Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1229 I am no traitor’s uncle, and that word “grace”
FTLNLINEFTLN 1230 In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1231 Why have those banished and forbidden legs
FTLNLINEFTLN 123295 Dared once to touch a dust of England’s ground?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1233 But then, more why: why have they dared to march
FTLNLINEFTLN 1234 So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1235 Frighting her pale-faced villages with war
FTLNLINEFTLN 1236 And ostentation of despisèd arms?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1237100 Com’st thou because the anointed king is hence?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1238 Why, foolish boy, the King is left behind
FTLNLINEFTLN 1239 And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1240 Were I but now lord of such hot youth
FTLNLINEFTLN 1241 As when brave Gaunt thy father and myself
FTLNLINEFTLN 1242105 Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1243 From forth the ranks of many thousand French,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1244 O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1245 Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee
FTLNLINEFTLN 1246 And minister correction to thy fault!
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1247110 My gracious uncle, let me know my fault.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1248 On what condition stands it and wherein?
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1249 Even in condition of the worst degree,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1250 In gross rebellion and detested treason.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1251 Thou art a banished man and here art come,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1252115 Before the expiration of thy time,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1253 In braving arms against thy sovereign.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1254 As I was banished, I was banished Hereford,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1255 But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1256 And, noble uncle, I beseech your Grace
FTLNLINEFTLN 1257120 Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1258 You are my father, for methinks in you
FTLNLINEFTLN 1259 I see old Gaunt alive. O, then, my father,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1260 Will you permit that I shall stand condemned
FTLNLINEFTLN 1261 A wandering vagabond, my rights and royalties
FTLNLINEFTLN 1262125 Plucked from my arms perforce and given away
FTLNLINEFTLN 1263 To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1264 If that my cousin king be king in England,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1265 It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1266 You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1267130 Had you first died and he been thus trod down,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1268 He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father
FTLNLINEFTLN 1269 To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1270 I am denied to sue my livery here,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1271 And yet my letters patents give me leave.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1272135 My father’s goods are all distrained and sold,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1273 And these, and all, are all amiss employed.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1274 What would you have me do? I am a subject,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1275 And I challenge law. Attorneys are denied me,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1276 And therefore personally I lay my claim
FTLNLINEFTLN 1277140 To my inheritance of free descent.
NORTHUMBERLANDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1278 The noble duke hath been too much abused.
ROSSSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1279 It stands your Grace upon to do him right.
WILLOUGHBYSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1280 Base men by his endowments are made great.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1281 My lords of England, let me tell you this:
FTLNLINEFTLN 1282145 I have had feeling of my cousin’s wrongs
FTLNLINEFTLN 1283 And labored all I could to do him right.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1284 But in this kind to come, in braving arms,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1286 To find out right with wrong, it may not be.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1287150 And you that do abet him in this kind
FTLNLINEFTLN 1288 Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 1289 The noble duke hath sworn his coming is
FTLNLINEFTLN 1290 But for his own, and for the right of that
FTLNLINEFTLN 1291 We all have strongly sworn to give him aid.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1292155 And let him never see joy that breaks that oath.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1293 Well, well. I see the issue of these arms.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1294 I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1295 Because my power is weak and all ill-left.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1296 But if I could, by Him that gave me life,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1297160 I would attach you all and make you stoop
FTLNLINEFTLN 1298 Unto the sovereign mercy of the King.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1299 But since I cannot, be it known unto you
FTLNLINEFTLN 1300 I do remain as neuter. So fare you well—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1301 Unless you please to enter in the castle
FTLNLINEFTLN 1302165 And there repose you for this night.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1303 An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1304 But we must win your Grace to go with us
FTLNLINEFTLN 1305 To Bristow Castle, which they say is held
FTLNLINEFTLN 1306 By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1307170 The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1308 Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1309 It may be I will go with you; but yet I’ll pause,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1310 For I am loath to break our country’s laws.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1311 Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1312175 Things past redress are now with me past care.
SDThey exit.
WELSH CAPTAIN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1313 My Lord of Salisbury, we have stayed ten days
FTLNLINEFTLN 1314 And hardly kept our countrymen together,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1315 And yet we hear no tidings from the King.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1316 Therefore we will disperse ourselves. Farewell.
SALISBURY
FTLNLINEFTLN 13175 Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1318 The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.
WELSH CAPTAIN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1319 ’Tis thought the King is dead. We will not stay.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1320 The bay trees in our country are all withered,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1321 And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven;
FTLNLINEFTLN 132210 The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the Earth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1323 And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1324 Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1325 The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1326 The other to enjoy by rage and war.
FTLNLINEFTLN 132715 These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1328 Farewell. Our countrymen are gone and fled,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1329 As well assured Richard their king is dead.
SD
SALISBURY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1330 Ah, Richard! With the eyes of heavy mind
FTLNLINEFTLN 1331 I see thy glory like a shooting star
FTLNLINEFTLN 133220 Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1333 Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1334 Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1335 Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1336 And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.
SD
Northumberland,
Green prisoners.
BOLINGBROKE FTLNLINEFTLN 1337Bring forth these men.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1338 Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1339 Since presently your souls must part your bodies,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1340 With too much urging your pernicious lives,
FTLNLINEFTLN 13415 For ’twere no charity; yet to wash your blood
FTLNLINEFTLN 1342 From off my hands, here in the view of men
FTLNLINEFTLN 1343 I will unfold some causes of your deaths:
FTLNLINEFTLN 1344 You have misled a prince, a royal king,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1345 A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments
FTLNLINEFTLN 134610 By you unhappied and disfigured clean.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1347 You have in manner with your sinful hours
FTLNLINEFTLN 1348 Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1349 Broke the possession of a royal bed,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1350 And stained the beauty of a fair queen’s cheeks
FTLNLINEFTLN 135115 With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1352 Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1353 Near to the King in blood, and near in love
FTLNLINEFTLN 1354 Till you did make him misinterpret me,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1355 Have stooped my neck under your injuries
FTLNLINEFTLN 135620 And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1357 Eating the bitter bread of banishment,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1359 Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1360 From my own windows torn my household coat,
FTLNLINEFTLN 136125 Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1362 Save men’s opinions and my living blood,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1363 To show the world I am a gentleman.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1364 This and much more, much more than twice all
FTLNLINEFTLN 1365 this,
FTLNLINEFTLN 136630 Condemns you to the death.—See them delivered
FTLNLINEFTLN 1367 over
FTLNLINEFTLN 1368 To execution and the hand of death.
BUSHY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1369 More welcome is the stroke of death to me
FTLNLINEFTLN 1370 Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.
GREEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 137135 My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
FTLNLINEFTLN 1372 And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1373 My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatched.SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1374 SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1375 house.
FTLNLINEFTLN 137640 For God’s sake, fairly let her be entreated.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1377 Tell her I send to her my kind commends.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1378 Take special care my greetings be delivered.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1379 A gentleman of mine I have dispatched
FTLNLINEFTLN 1380 With letters of your love to her at large.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 138145 Thanks, gentle uncle.—Come, lords, away,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1382 To fight with Glendower and his complices.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1383 A while to work, and after holiday.
SDThey exit.
Carlisle,
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1384 Barkloughly Castle call they this at hand?
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1385 Yea, my lord. How brooks your Grace the air
FTLNLINEFTLN 1386 After your late tossing on the breaking seas?
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1387 Needs must I like it well. I weep for joy
FTLNLINEFTLN 13885 To stand upon my kingdom once again.SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1389 Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1390 Though rebels wound thee with their horses’ hoofs.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1391 As a long-parted mother with her child
FTLNLINEFTLN 1392 Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting,
FTLNLINEFTLN 139310 So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1394 And do thee favors with my royal hands.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1395 Feed not thy sovereign’s foe, my gentle earth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1396 Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1397 But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
FTLNLINEFTLN 139815 And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1399 Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet
FTLNLINEFTLN 1400 Which with usurping steps do trample thee.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1401 Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1402 And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
FTLNLINEFTLN 140320 Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1404 Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
FTLNLINEFTLN 1405 Throw death upon thy sovereign’s enemies.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1406 Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1407 This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones
FTLNLINEFTLN 140825 Prove armèd soldiers, ere her native king
FTLNLINEFTLN 1409 Shall falter under foul rebellion’s arms.
CARLISLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1410 Fear not, my lord. That power that made you king
FTLNLINEFTLN 1411 Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.
FTLNLINEFTLN 141330 And not neglected. Else heaven would,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1414 And we will not—heaven’s offer we refuse,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1415 The proffered means of succor and redress.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1416 He means, my lord, that we are too remiss,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1417 Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,
FTLNLINEFTLN 141835 Grows strong and great in substance and in power.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1419 Discomfortable cousin, know’st thou not
FTLNLINEFTLN 1420 That when the searching eye of heaven is hid
FTLNLINEFTLN 1421 Behind the globe that lights the lower world,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1422 Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen
FTLNLINEFTLN 142340 In murders and in outrage boldly here?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1424 But when from under this terrestrial ball
FTLNLINEFTLN 1425 He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines
FTLNLINEFTLN 1426 And darts his light through every guilty hole,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1427 Then murders, treasons, and detested sins,
FTLNLINEFTLN 142845 The cloak of night being plucked from off their
FTLNLINEFTLN 1429 backs,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1430 Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1431 So when this thief, this traitor Bolingbroke,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1432 Who all this while hath reveled in the night
FTLNLINEFTLN 143350 Whilst we were wand’ring with the Antipodes,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1434 Shall see us rising in our throne, the east,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1435 His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1436 Not able to endure the sight of day,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1437 But self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.
FTLNLINEFTLN 143855 Not all the water in the rough rude sea
FTLNLINEFTLN 1439 Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1440 The breath of worldly men cannot depose
FTLNLINEFTLN 1441 The deputy elected by the Lord.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1442 For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed
FTLNLINEFTLN 144360 To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1444 God for His Richard hath in heavenly pay
FTLNLINEFTLN 1446 Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right.
SDEnter Salisbury.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1447 Welcome, my lord. How far off lies your power?
SALISBURY
FTLNLINEFTLN 144865 Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1449 Than this weak arm. Discomfort guides my tongue
FTLNLINEFTLN 1450 And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1451 One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1452 Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth.
FTLNLINEFTLN 145370 O, call back yesterday, bid time return,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1454 And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1455 Today, today, unhappy day too late,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1456 Overthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1457 For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,
FTLNLINEFTLN 145875 Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed, and fled.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1459 Comfort, my liege. Why looks your Grace so pale?
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1460 But now the blood of twenty thousand men
FTLNLINEFTLN 1461 Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1462 And till so much blood thither come again
FTLNLINEFTLN 146380 Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1464 All souls that will be safe, fly from my side,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1465 For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1466 Comfort, my liege. Remember who you are.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1467 I had forgot myself. Am I not king?
FTLNLINEFTLN 146885 Awake, thou coward majesty, thou sleepest!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1469 Is not the King’s name twenty thousand names?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1470 Arm, arm, my name! A puny subject strikes
FTLNLINEFTLN 1471 At thy great glory. Look not to the ground,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1472 You favorites of a king. Are we not high?
FTLNLINEFTLN 147390 High be our thoughts. I know my Uncle York
FTLNLINEFTLN 1475 comes here?
SDEnter Scroop.
SCROOP
FTLNLINEFTLN 1476 More health and happiness betide my liege
FTLNLINEFTLN 1477 Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 147895 Mine ear is open and my heart prepared.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1479 The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1480 Say, is my kingdom lost? Why, ’twas my care,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1481 And what loss is it to be rid of care?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1482 Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1483100 Greater he shall not be. If he serve God,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1484 We’ll serve Him too and be his fellow so.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1485 Revolt our subjects? That we cannot mend.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1486 They break their faith to God as well as us.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1487 Cry woe, destruction, ruin, and decay.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1488105 The worst is death, and death will have his day.
SCROOP
FTLNLINEFTLN 1489 Glad am I that your Highness is so armed
FTLNLINEFTLN 1490 To bear the tidings of calamity.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1491 Like an unseasonable stormy day
FTLNLINEFTLN 1492 Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores
FTLNLINEFTLN 1493110 As if the world were all dissolved to tears,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1494 So high above his limits swells the rage
FTLNLINEFTLN 1495 Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land
FTLNLINEFTLN 1496 With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1497 Whitebeards have armed their thin and hairless
FTLNLINEFTLN 1498115 scalps
FTLNLINEFTLN 1499 Against thy Majesty; boys with women’s voices
FTLNLINEFTLN 1500 Strive to speak big and clap their female joints
FTLNLINEFTLN 1501 In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1502 Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows
FTLNLINEFTLN 1503120 Of double-fatal yew against thy state.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1504 Yea, distaff women manage rusty bills
FTLNLINEFTLN 1506 And all goes worse than I have power to tell.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1507 Too well, too well thou tell’st a tale so ill.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1508125 Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? Where is Bagot?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1509 What is become of Bushy? Where is Green,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1510 That they have let the dangerous enemy
FTLNLINEFTLN 1511 Measure our confines with such peaceful steps?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1512 If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1513130 I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.
SCROOP
FTLNLINEFTLN 1514 Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1515 O villains, vipers, damned without redemption!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1516 Dogs easily won to fawn on any man!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1517 Snakes in my heart blood warmed, that sting my
FTLNLINEFTLN 1518135 heart!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1519 Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1520 Would they make peace? Terrible hell
FTLNLINEFTLN 1521 Make war upon their spotted souls for this!
SCROOP
FTLNLINEFTLN 1522 Sweet love, I see, changing his property,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1523140 Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1524 Again uncurse their souls. Their peace is made
FTLNLINEFTLN 1525 With heads and not with hands. Those whom you
FTLNLINEFTLN 1526 curse
FTLNLINEFTLN 1527 Have felt the worst of death’s destroying wound
FTLNLINEFTLN 1528145 And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1529 Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?
SCROOP
FTLNLINEFTLN 1530 Ay, all of them at Bristow lost their heads.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1531 Where is the Duke my father with his power?
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1532 No matter where. Of comfort no man speak.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1534 Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
FTLNLINEFTLN 1535 Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1536 Let’s choose executors and talk of wills.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1537 And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
FTLNLINEFTLN 1538155 Save our deposèd bodies to the ground?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1539 Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke’s,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1540 And nothing can we call our own but death
FTLNLINEFTLN 1541 And that small model of the barren earth
FTLNLINEFTLN 1542 Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1543160 For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
FTLNLINEFTLN 1544 And tell sad stories of the death of kings—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1545 How some have been deposed, some slain in war,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1546 Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1547 Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1548165 All murdered. For within the hollow crown
FTLNLINEFTLN 1549 That rounds the mortal temples of a king
FTLNLINEFTLN 1550 Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1551 Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1552 Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1553170 To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1554 Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1555 As if this flesh which walls about our life
FTLNLINEFTLN 1556 Were brass impregnable; and humored thus,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1557 Comes at the last and with a little pin
FTLNLINEFTLN 1558175 Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1559 Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
FTLNLINEFTLN 1560 With solemn reverence. Throw away respect,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1561 Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1562 For you have but mistook me all this while.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1563180 I live with bread like you, feel want,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1564 Taste grief, need friends. Subjected thus,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1565 How can you say to me I am a king?
CARLISLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1566 My lord, wise men ne’er sit and wail their woes,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1567 But presently prevent the ways to wail.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1569 Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1570 And so your follies fight against yourself.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1571 Fear, and be slain—no worse can come to fight;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1572 And fight and die is death destroying death,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1573190 Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1574 My father hath a power. Inquire of him,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1575 And learn to make a body of a limb.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1576 Thou chid’st me well.—Proud Bolingbroke, I come
FTLNLINEFTLN 1577 To change blows with thee for our day of doom.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1578195 This ague fit of fear is overblown.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1579 An easy task it is to win our own.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1580 Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1581 Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.
SCROOP
FTLNLINEFTLN 1582 Men judge by the complexion of the sky
FTLNLINEFTLN 1583200 The state and inclination of the day;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1584 So may you by my dull and heavy eye.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1585 My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1586 I play the torturer by small and small
FTLNLINEFTLN 1587 To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1588205 Your uncle York is joined with Bolingbroke,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1589 And all your northern castles yielded up,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1590 And all your southern gentlemen in arms
FTLNLINEFTLN 1591 Upon his party.
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 1592 Thou hast said enough.
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FTLNLINEFTLN 1594 lead me forth
FTLNLINEFTLN 1595 Of that sweet way I was in to despair.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1596 What say you now? What comfort have we now?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1597 By heaven, I’ll hate him everlastingly
FTLNLINEFTLN 1598215 That bids me be of comfort anymore.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1599 Go to Flint Castle. There I’ll pine away;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1600 A king, woe’s slave, shall kingly woe obey.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1602 To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1603220 For I have none. Let no man speak again
FTLNLINEFTLN 1604 To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1605 My liege, one word.
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 1606 He does me double wrong
FTLNLINEFTLN 1607 That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1608225 Discharge my followers. Let them hence away,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1609 From Richard’s night to Bolingbroke’s fair day.
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Northumberland,
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1610 So that by this intelligence we learn
FTLNLINEFTLN 1611 The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury
FTLNLINEFTLN 1612 Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed
FTLNLINEFTLN 1613 With some few private friends upon this coast.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 16145 The news is very fair and good, my lord:
FTLNLINEFTLN 1615 Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1616 It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
FTLNLINEFTLN 1617 To say “King Richard.” Alack the heavy day
FTLNLINEFTLN 1618 When such a sacred king should hide his head!
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 161910 Your Grace mistakes; only to be brief
FTLNLINEFTLN 1620 Left I his title out.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1621 The time hath been, would you have been so brief
FTLNLINEFTLN 1622 with him,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1623 He would have been so brief to shorten you,
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1625 Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 1626 Take not, good cousin, further than you should,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1627 Lest you mistake. The heavens are over our heads.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1628 I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself
FTLNLINEFTLN 162920 Against their will. But who comes here?
SDEnter Percy.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1630 Welcome, Harry. What, will not this castle yield?
PERCY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1631 The castle royally is manned, my lord,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1632 Against thy entrance.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1633 Royally? Why, it contains no king.
PERCY FTLNLINEFTLN 163425Yes, my good lord,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1635 It doth contain a king. King Richard lies
FTLNLINEFTLN 1636 Within the limits of yon lime and stone,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1637 And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1638 Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman
FTLNLINEFTLN 163930 Of holy reverence—who, I cannot learn.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 1640 O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.
BOLINGBROKESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1642 Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1643 Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley
FTLNLINEFTLN 164435 Into his ruined ears, and thus deliver:
FTLNLINEFTLN 1645 Henry Bolingbroke
FTLNLINEFTLN 1646 On both his knees doth kiss King Richard’s hand
FTLNLINEFTLN 1647 And sends allegiance and true faith of heart
FTLNLINEFTLN 1648 To his most royal person, hither come
FTLNLINEFTLN 164940 Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1650 Provided that my banishment repealed
FTLNLINEFTLN 1651 And lands restored again be freely granted.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1653 And lay the summer’s dust with showers of blood
FTLNLINEFTLN 165445 Rained from the wounds of slaughtered
FTLNLINEFTLN 1655 Englishmen—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1656 The which how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
FTLNLINEFTLN 1657 It is such crimson tempest should bedrench
FTLNLINEFTLN 1658 The fresh green lap of fair King Richard’s land,
FTLNLINEFTLN 165950 My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1660 Go signify as much while here we march
FTLNLINEFTLN 1661 Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.
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approach the battlements.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1662 Let’s march without the noise of threat’ning drum,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1663 That from this castle’s tottered battlements
FTLNLINEFTLN 166455 Our fair appointments may be well perused.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1665 Methinks King Richard and myself should meet
FTLNLINEFTLN 1666 With no less terror than the elements
FTLNLINEFTLN 1667 Of fire and water when their thund’ring shock
FTLNLINEFTLN 1668 At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
FTLNLINEFTLN 166960 Be he the fire, I’ll be the yielding water;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1670 The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain
FTLNLINEFTLN 1671 My waters—on the earth and not on him.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1672 March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.
SD
SDRichard appeareth on the walls
FTLNLINEFTLN 1673 See, see, King Richard doth himself appear
FTLNLINEFTLN 167465 As doth the blushing discontented sun
FTLNLINEFTLN 1675 From out the fiery portal of the east
FTLNLINEFTLN 1676 When he perceives the envious clouds are bent
FTLNLINEFTLN 1677 To dim his glory and to stain the track
FTLNLINEFTLN 1678 Of his bright passage to the occident.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 167970 Yet looks he like a king. Behold, his eye,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1680 As bright as is the eagle’s, lightens forth
FTLNLINEFTLN 1681 Controlling majesty. Alack, alack for woe
FTLNLINEFTLN 1682 That any harm should stain so fair a show!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1683 We are amazed, and thus long have we stood
FTLNLINEFTLN 168475 To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1685 Because we thought ourself thy lawful king.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1686 An if we be, how dare thy joints forget
FTLNLINEFTLN 1687 To pay their awful duty to our presence?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1688 If we be not, show us the hand of God
FTLNLINEFTLN 168980 That hath dismissed us from our stewardship,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1690 For well we know no hand of blood and bone
FTLNLINEFTLN 1691 Can gripe the sacred handle of our scepter,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1692 Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1693 And though you think that all, as you have done,
FTLNLINEFTLN 169485 Have torn their souls by turning them from us,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1695 And we are barren and bereft of friends,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1696 Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1697 Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
FTLNLINEFTLN 1698 Armies of pestilence, and they shall strike
FTLNLINEFTLN 169990 Your children yet unborn and unbegot,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1700 That lift your vassal hands against my head
FTLNLINEFTLN 1701 And threat the glory of my precious crown.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1702 Tell Bolingbroke—for yon methinks he stands—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1703 That every stride he makes upon my land
FTLNLINEFTLN 170495 Is dangerous treason. He is come to open
FTLNLINEFTLN 1705 The purple testament of bleeding war;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1706 But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1707 Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers’ sons
FTLNLINEFTLN 1708 Shall ill become the flower of England’s face,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1709100 Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
FTLNLINEFTLN 1710 To scarlet indignation, and bedew
FTLNLINEFTLN 1711 Her pastures’ grass with faithful English blood.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 1712 The King of heaven forbid our lord the King
FTLNLINEFTLN 1713 Should so with civil and uncivil arms
FTLNLINEFTLN 1714105 Be rushed upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1715 Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1716 And by the honorable tomb he swears
FTLNLINEFTLN 1718 And by the royalties of both your bloods,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1719110 Currents that spring from one most gracious head,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1720 And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1721 And by the worth and honor of himself,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1722 Comprising all that may be sworn or said,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1723 His coming hither hath no further scope
FTLNLINEFTLN 1724115 Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
FTLNLINEFTLN 1725 Enfranchisement immediate on his knees;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1726 Which on thy royal party granted once,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1727 His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1728 His barbèd steeds to stables, and his heart
FTLNLINEFTLN 1729120 To faithful service of your Majesty.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1730 This swears he, as he is
FTLNLINEFTLN 1731 And as I am a gentleman I credit him.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1732 Northumberland, say thus the King returns:
FTLNLINEFTLN 1733 His noble cousin is right welcome hither,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1734125 And all the number of his fair demands
FTLNLINEFTLN 1735 Shall be accomplished without contradiction.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1736 With all the gracious utterance thou hast,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1737 Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
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FTLNLINEFTLN 1738 SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1739130 we not,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1740 To look so poorly and to speak so fair?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1741 Shall we call back Northumberland and send
FTLNLINEFTLN 1742 Defiance to the traitor and so die?
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1743 No, good my lord, let’s fight with gentle words,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1744135 Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful
FTLNLINEFTLN 1745 swords.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1746 O God, O God, that e’er this tongue of mine
FTLNLINEFTLN 1747 That laid the sentence of dread banishment
FTLNLINEFTLN 1748 On yon proud man should take it off again
FTLNLINEFTLN 1750 As is my grief, or lesser than my name!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1751 Or that I could forget what I have been,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1752 Or not remember what I must be now.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1753 Swell’st thou, proud heart? I’ll give thee scope to
FTLNLINEFTLN 1754145 beat,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1755 Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1756 Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1757 What must the King do now? Must he submit?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1758 The King shall do it. Must he be deposed?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1759150 The King shall be contented. Must he lose
FTLNLINEFTLN 1760 The name of king? I’ God’s name, let it go.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1761 I’ll give my jewels for a set of beads,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1762 My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1763 My gay apparel for an almsman’s gown,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1764155 My figured goblets for a dish of wood,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1765 My scepter for a palmer’s walking-staff,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1766 My subjects for a pair of carvèd saints,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1767 And my large kingdom for a little grave,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1768 A little, little grave, an obscure grave;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1769160 Or I’ll be buried in the King’s highway,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1770 Some way of common trade, where subjects’ feet
FTLNLINEFTLN 1771 May hourly trample on their sovereign’s head;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1772 For on my heart they tread now whilst I live
FTLNLINEFTLN 1773 And, buried once, why not upon my head?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1774165 Aumerle, thou weep’st, my tender-hearted cousin.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1775 We’ll make foul weather with despisèd tears;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1776 Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn
FTLNLINEFTLN 1777 And make a dearth in this revolting land.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1778 Or shall we play the wantons with our woes
FTLNLINEFTLN 1779170 And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1780 As thus, to drop them still upon one place
FTLNLINEFTLN 1781 Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
FTLNLINEFTLN 1782 Within the earth; and therein laid—there lies
FTLNLINEFTLN 1784175 Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
FTLNLINEFTLN 1785 I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.
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FTLNLINEFTLN 1786 Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1787 What says King Bolingbroke? Will his Majesty
FTLNLINEFTLN 1788 Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1789180 You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 1790 My lord, in the base court he doth attend
FTLNLINEFTLN 1791 To speak with you, may it please you to come down.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1792 Down, down I come, like glist’ring Phaëton,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1793 Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1794185 In the base court—base court, where kings grow
FTLNLINEFTLN 1795 base,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1796 To come at traitors’ calls and do them grace.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1797 In the base court come down—down court, down
FTLNLINEFTLN 1798 king,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1799190 For nightowls shriek where mounting larks should
FTLNLINEFTLN 1800 sing.
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and Northumberland returns to Bolingbroke.
BOLINGBROKE FTLNLINEFTLN 1801What says his Majesty?
NORTHUMBERLAND FTLNLINEFTLN 1802Sorrow and grief of heart
FTLNLINEFTLN 1803 Makes him speak fondly like a frantic man,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1804195 Yet he is come.
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BOLINGBROKE FTLNLINEFTLN 1805Stand all apart,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1806 And show fair duty to his Majesty.SDHe kneels down.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1807 My gracious lord.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1808 Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee
FTLNLINEFTLN 1809200 To make the base earth proud with kissing it.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1810 Me rather had my heart might feel your love
FTLNLINEFTLN 1812 Up, cousin, up. Your heart is up, I know,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1813 Thus high at leastSD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1814205 your knee be low.
BOLINGBROKESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1815 My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1816 Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1817 So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1818 As my true service shall deserve your love.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1819210 Well you deserve. They well deserve to have
FTLNLINEFTLN 1820 That know the strong’st and surest way to get.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1821 Uncle, give me your hands. Nay, dry your eyes.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1822 Tears show their love but want their remedies.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1823 Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1824215 Though you are old enough to be my heir.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1825 What you will have I’ll give, and willing too,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1826 For do we must what force will have us do.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1827 Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1828 Yea, my good lord.
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 1829220 Then I must not say no.
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QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1830 What sport shall we devise here in this garden
FTLNLINEFTLN 1831 To drive away the heavy thought of care?
LADY FTLNLINEFTLN 1832Madam, we’ll play at bowls.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1833 ’Twill make me think the world is full of rubs
FTLNLINEFTLN 18345 And that my fortune runs against the bias.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1836 My legs can keep no measure in delight
FTLNLINEFTLN 1837 When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1838 Therefore no dancing, girl. Some other sport.
LADY FTLNLINEFTLN 183910Madam, we’ll tell tales.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1840 Of sorrow or of
LADY FTLNLINEFTLN 1841 Of either, madam.
QUEEN FTLNLINEFTLN 1842Of neither, girl,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1843 For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
FTLNLINEFTLN 184415 It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1845 Or if of grief, being altogether had,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1846 It adds more sorrow to my want of joy.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1847 For what I have I need not to repeat,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1848 And what I want it boots not to complain.
LADY
FTLNLINEFTLN 184920 Madam, I’ll sing.
QUEEN FTLNLINEFTLN 1850 ’Tis well that thou hast cause,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1851 But thou shouldst please me better wouldst thou
FTLNLINEFTLN 1852 weep.
LADY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1853 I could weep, madam, would it do you good.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 185425 And I could sing, would weeping do me good,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1855 And never borrow any tear of thee.
SDEnter
FTLNLINEFTLN 1856 But stay, here come the gardeners.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1857 Let’s step into the shadow of these trees.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1858 My wretchedness unto a row of
FTLNLINEFTLN 185930 They will talk of state, for everyone doth so
FTLNLINEFTLN 1860 Against a change. Woe is forerun with woe.
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GARDENERSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1861 Go, bind thou up young dangling apricokes
FTLNLINEFTLN 1863 Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight.
FTLNLINEFTLN 186435 Give some supportance to the bending twigs.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1865 Go thou, and like an executioner
FTLNLINEFTLN 1866 Cut off the heads of
FTLNLINEFTLN 1867 That look too lofty in our commonwealth.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1868 All must be even in our government.
FTLNLINEFTLN 186940 You thus employed, I will go root away
FTLNLINEFTLN 1870 The noisome weeds which without profit suck
FTLNLINEFTLN 1871 The soil’s fertility from wholesome flowers.
MAN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1872 Why should we, in the compass of a pale,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1873 Keep law and form and due proportion,
FTLNLINEFTLN 187445 Showing as in a model our firm estate,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1875 When our sea-wallèd garden, the whole land,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1876 Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1877 Her fruit trees all unpruned, her hedges ruined,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1878 Her knots disordered, and her wholesome herbs
FTLNLINEFTLN 187950 Swarming with caterpillars?
GARDENER FTLNLINEFTLN 1880 Hold thy peace.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1881 He that hath suffered this disordered spring
FTLNLINEFTLN 1882 Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1883 The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did
FTLNLINEFTLN 188455 shelter,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1885 That seemed in eating him to hold him up,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1886 Are plucked up, root and all, by Bolingbroke—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1887 I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
MAN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1888 What, are they dead?
GARDENER FTLNLINEFTLN 188960 They are. And Bolingbroke
FTLNLINEFTLN 1890 Hath seized the wasteful king. O, what pity is it
FTLNLINEFTLN 1891 That he had not so trimmed and dressed his land
FTLNLINEFTLN 1892 As we this garden!
FTLNLINEFTLN 1893 Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit trees,
FTLNLINEFTLN 189465 Lest, being overproud in sap and blood,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1895 With too much riches it confound itself.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1896 Had he done so to great and growing men,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1898 Their fruits of duty. Superfluous branches
FTLNLINEFTLN 189970 We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1900 Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1901 Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
MAN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1902 What, think you the King shall be deposed?
GARDENER
FTLNLINEFTLN 1903 Depressed he is already, and deposed
FTLNLINEFTLN 190475 ’Tis doubt he will be. Letters came last night
FTLNLINEFTLN 1905 To a dear friend of the good Duke of York’s
FTLNLINEFTLN 1906 That tell black tidings.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 1907 O, I am pressed to death through want of speaking!
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1908 Thou old Adam’s likeness, set to dress this garden,
FTLNLINEFTLN 190980 How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this
FTLNLINEFTLN 1910 unpleasing news?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1911 What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee
FTLNLINEFTLN 1912 To make a second fall of cursèd man?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1913 Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed?
FTLNLINEFTLN 191485 Dar’st thou, thou little better thing than earth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1915 Divine his downfall? Say where, when, and how
FTLNLINEFTLN 1916
GARDENER
FTLNLINEFTLN 1917 Pardon me, madam. Little joy have I
FTLNLINEFTLN 1918 To breathe this news, yet what I say is true.
FTLNLINEFTLN 191990 King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
FTLNLINEFTLN 1920 Of Bolingbroke. Their fortunes both are weighed.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1921 In your lord’s scale is nothing but himself
FTLNLINEFTLN 1922 And some few vanities that make him light,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1923 But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
FTLNLINEFTLN 192495 Besides himself, are all the English peers,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1925 And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1926 Post you to London and you will find it so.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1927 I speak no more than everyone doth know.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1928 Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1929100 Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1930 And am I last that knows it? O, thou thinkest
FTLNLINEFTLN 1931 To serve me last that I may longest keep
FTLNLINEFTLN 1932 Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go
FTLNLINEFTLN 1933 To meet at London London’s king in woe.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1934105 What, was I born to this, that my sad look
FTLNLINEFTLN 1935 Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?—
FTLNLINEFTLN 1936 Gard’ner, for telling me these news of woe,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1937 Pray God the plants thou graft’st may never grow.
SDShe exits
GARDENER
FTLNLINEFTLN 1938 Poor queen, so that thy state might be no worse,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1939110 I would my skill were subject to thy curse.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1940 Here did she fall a tear. Here in this place
FTLNLINEFTLN 1941 I’ll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1942 Rue even for ruth here shortly shall be seen
FTLNLINEFTLN 1943 In the remembrance of a weeping queen.
SDThey exit.
Northumberland, Harry Percy, Fitzwater, Surrey, the
Bishop of Carlisle, the Abbot of Westminster, and
another Lord, Herald, Officers
BOLINGBROKE FTLNLINEFTLN 1944Call forth Bagot.
SDEnter
FTLNLINEFTLN 1945 Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind
FTLNLINEFTLN 1946 What thou dost know of noble Gloucester’s death,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1947 Who wrought it with the King, and who performed
FTLNLINEFTLN 19485 The bloody office of his timeless end.
BAGOT
FTLNLINEFTLN 1949 Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1950 Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.
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BAGOT
FTLNLINEFTLN 1951 My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
FTLNLINEFTLN 1952 Scorns to unsay what once it hath delivered.
FTLNLINEFTLN 195310 In that dead time when Gloucester’s death was
FTLNLINEFTLN 1954 plotted,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1955 I heard you say “Is not my arm of length,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1956 That reacheth from the restful English court
FTLNLINEFTLN 1957 As far as Calais, to mine uncle’s head?”
FTLNLINEFTLN 195815 Amongst much other talk that very time
FTLNLINEFTLN 1960 The offer of an hundred thousand crowns
FTLNLINEFTLN 1961 Than Bolingbroke’s return to England,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1962 Adding withal how blest this land would be
FTLNLINEFTLN 196320 In this your cousin’s death.
AUMERLE FTLNLINEFTLN 1964Princes and noble lords,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1965 What answer shall I make to this base man?
FTLNLINEFTLN 1966 Shall I so much dishonor my fair stars
FTLNLINEFTLN 1967 On equal terms to give
FTLNLINEFTLN 196825 Either I must or have mine honor soiled
FTLNLINEFTLN 1969 With the attainder of his slanderous lips.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 1970 There is my gage, the manual seal of death
FTLNLINEFTLN 1971 That marks thee out for hell. I say thou liest,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1972 And will maintain what thou hast said is false
FTLNLINEFTLN 197330 In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
FTLNLINEFTLN 1974 To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1975 Bagot, forbear. Thou shalt not take it up.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 1976 Excepting one, I would he were the best
FTLNLINEFTLN 1977 In all this presence that hath moved me so.
FITZWATERSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 197835 If that thy valor stand on sympathy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1979 There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1980 By that fair sun which shows me where thou
FTLNLINEFTLN 1981 stand’st,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1982 I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak’st it,
FTLNLINEFTLN 198340 That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester’s death.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1984 If thou deniest it twenty times, thou liest,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1985 And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1986 Where it was forgèd, with my rapier’s point.
AUMERLESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1987 Thou dar’st not, coward, live to see that day.
FITZWATER
FTLNLINEFTLN 198845 Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.
FTLNLINEFTLN 1989 Fitzwater, thou art damned to hell for this.
PERCY
FTLNLINEFTLN 1990 Aumerle, thou liest! His honor is as true
FTLNLINEFTLN 1991 In this appeal as thou art all unjust;
FTLNLINEFTLN 1992 And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 199350 To prove it on thee to the extremest point
FTLNLINEFTLN 1994 Of mortal breathing. Seize it if thou dar’st.
AUMERLESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1995 An if I do not, may my hands rot off
FTLNLINEFTLN 1996 And never brandish more revengeful steel
FTLNLINEFTLN 1997 Over the glittering helmet of my foe!
ANOTHER LORDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 199855 I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle,
FTLNLINEFTLN 1999 And spur thee on with full as many lies
FTLNLINEFTLN 2000 As may be holloed in thy treacherous ear
FTLNLINEFTLN 2001 From
FTLNLINEFTLN 2002 Engage it to the trial if thou darest.
AUMERLESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 200360 Who sets me else? By heaven, I’ll throw at all!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2004 I have a thousand spirits in one breast
FTLNLINEFTLN 2005 To answer twenty thousand such as you.
SURREY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2006 My Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well
FTLNLINEFTLN 2007 The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
FITZWATER
FTLNLINEFTLN 200865 ’Tis very true. You were in presence then,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2009 And you can witness with me this is true.
SURREY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2010 As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.
FITZWATER
FTLNLINEFTLN 2011 Surrey, thou liest.
SURREY FTLNLINEFTLN 2012 Dishonorable boy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 201370 That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword
FTLNLINEFTLN 2014 That it shall render vengeance and revenge
FTLNLINEFTLN 2016 In earth as quiet as thy father’s skull.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2017 In proof whereof, there is my honor’s pawn.
FTLNLINEFTLN 201875 Engage it to the trial if thou dar’st.
FITZWATERSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2019 How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2020 If I dare eat or drink or breathe or live,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2021 I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness
FTLNLINEFTLN 2022 And spit upon him whilst I say he lies,
FTLNLINEFTLN 202380 And lies, and lies. There is
FTLNLINEFTLN 2024 To tie thee to my strong correction.SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2025 As I intend to thrive in this new world,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2026 Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2027 Besides, I heard the banished Norfolk say
FTLNLINEFTLN 202885 That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
FTLNLINEFTLN 2029 To execute the noble duke at Calais.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2030 Some honest Christian trust me with a gage.
SD
SDAumerle throws it down.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2031 That Norfolk lies, here do I throw down this,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2032 If he may be repealed to try his honor.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 203390 These differences shall all rest under gage
FTLNLINEFTLN 2034 Till Norfolk be repealed. Repealed he shall be,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2035 And though mine enemy, restored again
FTLNLINEFTLN 2036 To all his lands and seigniories. When he is
FTLNLINEFTLN 2037 returned,
FTLNLINEFTLN 203895 Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
CARLISLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2039 That honorable day shall never be seen.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2040 Many a time hath banished Norfolk fought
FTLNLINEFTLN 2041 For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2042 Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross
FTLNLINEFTLN 2044 And, toiled with works of war, retired himself
FTLNLINEFTLN 2045 To Italy, and there at Venice gave
FTLNLINEFTLN 2046 His body to that pleasant country’s earth
FTLNLINEFTLN 2047 And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2048105 Under whose colors he had fought so long.
BOLINGBROKE FTLNLINEFTLN 2049Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
CARLISLE FTLNLINEFTLN 2050As surely as I live, my lord.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2051 Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom
FTLNLINEFTLN 2052 Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2053110 Your differences shall all rest under gage
FTLNLINEFTLN 2054 Till we assign you to your days of trial.
SDEnter York.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2055 Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
FTLNLINEFTLN 2056 From plume-plucked Richard, who with willing
FTLNLINEFTLN 2057 soul
FTLNLINEFTLN 2058115 Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields
FTLNLINEFTLN 2059 To the possession of thy royal hand.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2060 Ascend his throne, descending now from him,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2061 And long live Henry, fourth of that name!
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2062 In God’s name, I’ll ascend the regal throne.
CARLISLE FTLNLINEFTLN 2063120Marry, God forbid!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2064 Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2065 Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2066 Would God that any in this noble presence
FTLNLINEFTLN 2067 Were enough noble to be upright judge
FTLNLINEFTLN 2068125 Of noble Richard! Then true noblesse would
FTLNLINEFTLN 2069 Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2070 What subject can give sentence on his king?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2071 And who sits here that is not Richard’s subject?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2072 Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2073130 Although apparent guilt be seen in them;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2074 And shall the figure of God’s majesty,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2076 Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2077 Be judged by subject and inferior breath,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2078135 And he himself not present? O, forfend it God
FTLNLINEFTLN 2079 That in a Christian climate souls refined
FTLNLINEFTLN 2080 Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2081 I speak to subjects and a subject speaks,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2082 Stirred up by God thus boldly for his king.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2083140 My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2084 Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford’s king,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2085 And if you crown him, let me prophesy
FTLNLINEFTLN 2086 The blood of English shall manure the ground
FTLNLINEFTLN 2087 And future ages groan for this foul act,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2088145 Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2089 And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars
FTLNLINEFTLN 2090 Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2091 Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny
FTLNLINEFTLN 2092 Shall here inhabit, and this land be called
FTLNLINEFTLN 2093150 The field of Golgotha and dead men’s skulls.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2094 O, if you raise this house against this house,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2095 It will the woefullest division prove
FTLNLINEFTLN 2096 That ever fell upon this cursèd earth!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2097 Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2098155 Lest child, child’s children, cry against you woe!
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 2099 Well have you argued, sir, and, for your pains,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2100 Of capital treason we arrest you here.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2101 My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge
FTLNLINEFTLN 2102 To keep him safely till his day of trial.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2103160
FTLNLINEFTLN 2104 suit?
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2105 Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
FTLNLINEFTLN 2106 He may surrender. So we shall proceed
FTLNLINEFTLN 2107 Without suspicion.
YORK FTLNLINEFTLN 2108165 I will be his conduct.SDHe exits.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2109 Lords, you that here are under our arrest,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2110 Procure your sureties for your days of answer.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2111 Little are we beholding to your love
FTLNLINEFTLN 2112 And little looked for at your helping hands.
SDEnter Richard and York.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2113170 Alack, why am I sent for to a king
FTLNLINEFTLN 2114 Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
FTLNLINEFTLN 2115 Wherewith I reigned? I hardly yet have learned
FTLNLINEFTLN 2116 To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2117 Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me
FTLNLINEFTLN 2118175 To this submission. Yet I well remember
FTLNLINEFTLN 2119 The favors of these men. Were they not mine?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2120 Did they not sometime cry “All hail” to me?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2121 So Judas did to Christ, but He in twelve
FTLNLINEFTLN 2122 Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2123180 none.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2124 God save the King! Will no man say “amen”?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2125 Am I both priest and clerk? Well, then, amen.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2126 God save the King, although I be not he,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2127 And yet amen, if heaven do think him me.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2128185 To do what service am I sent for hither?
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2129 To do that office of thine own goodwill
FTLNLINEFTLN 2130 Which tired majesty did make thee offer:
FTLNLINEFTLN 2131 The resignation of thy state and crown
FTLNLINEFTLN 2132 To Henry Bolingbroke.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2133190 Give me the crown.—Here, cousin, seize the crown.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2134 Here, cousin.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2135 On this side my hand, on that side thine.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2136 Now is this golden crown like a deep well
FTLNLINEFTLN 2137 That owes two buckets, filling one another,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2138195 The emptier ever dancing in the air,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2140 That bucket down and full of tears am I,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2141 Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2142 I thought you had been willing to resign.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2143200 My crown I am, but still my griefs are mine.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2144 You may my glories and my state depose
FTLNLINEFTLN 2145 But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2146 Part of your cares you give me with your crown.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2147 Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2148205 My care is loss of care, by old care done;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2149 Your care is gain of care, by new care won.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2150 The cares I give I have, though given away.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2151 They ’tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2152 Are you contented to resign the crown?
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2153210 Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2154 Therefore no “no,” for I resign to thee.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2155 Now, mark me how I will undo myself.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2156 I give this heavy weight from off my head
FTLNLINEFTLN 2157 And this unwieldy scepter from my hand,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2158215 The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2159 With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2160 With mine own hands I give away my crown,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2161 With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2162 With mine own breath release all duteous oaths.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2163220 All pomp and majesty I do forswear.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2164 My manors, rents, revenues I forgo;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2165 My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2166 God pardon all oaths that are broke to me.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2167 God keep all vows unbroke are made to thee.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2168225 Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2170 Long mayst thou live in Richard’s seat to sit,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2171 And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2172 God save King Henry, unkinged Richard says,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2173230 And send him many years of sunshine days.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2174 What more remains?
NORTHUMBERLANDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2175 No more, but that you read
FTLNLINEFTLN 2176 These accusations and these grievous crimes
FTLNLINEFTLN 2177 Committed by your person and your followers
FTLNLINEFTLN 2178235 Against the state and profit of this land;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2179 That, by confessing them, the souls of men
FTLNLINEFTLN 2180 May deem that you are worthily deposed.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2181 Must I do so? And must I ravel out
FTLNLINEFTLN 2182 My weaved-up follies? Gentle Northumberland,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2183240 If thy offenses were upon record,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2184 Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop
FTLNLINEFTLN 2185 To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2186 There shouldst thou find one heinous article
FTLNLINEFTLN 2187 Containing the deposing of a king
FTLNLINEFTLN 2188245 And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2189 Marked with a blot, damned in the book of
FTLNLINEFTLN 2190 heaven.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2191 Nay, all of you that stand and look upon me
FTLNLINEFTLN 2192 Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2193250 Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2194 Showing an outward pity, yet you Pilates
FTLNLINEFTLN 2195 Have here delivered me to my sour cross,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2196 And water cannot wash away your sin.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 2197 My lord, dispatch. Read o’er these articles.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2198255 Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot see.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2199 And yet salt water blinds them not so much
FTLNLINEFTLN 2200 But they can see a sort of traitors here.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2202 I find myself a traitor with the rest,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2203260 For I have given here my soul’s consent
FTLNLINEFTLN 2204 T’ undeck the pompous body of a king,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2205 Made glory base
FTLNLINEFTLN 2206 Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.
NORTHUMBERLAND FTLNLINEFTLN 2207My lord—
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2208265 No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2209 Nor no man’s lord. I have no name, no title,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2210 No, not that name was given me at the font,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2211 But ’tis usurped. Alack the heavy day,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2212 That I have worn so many winters out
FTLNLINEFTLN 2213270 And know not now what name to call myself.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2214 O, that I were a mockery king of snow
FTLNLINEFTLN 2215 Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2216 To melt myself away in water drops.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2217 Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2218275 An if my word be sterling yet in England,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2219 Let it command a mirror hither straight,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2220 That it may show me what a face I have
FTLNLINEFTLN 2221 Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2222 Go, some of you, and fetch a looking-glass.
SD
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 2223280 Read o’er this paper while the glass doth come.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2224 Fiend, thou torments me ere I come to hell!
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2225 Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 2226 The commons will not then be satisfied.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2227 They shall be satisfied. I’ll read enough
FTLNLINEFTLN 2229 Where all my sins are writ, and that’s myself.
SDEnter one with a glass.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2230 Give me that glass, and therein will I read.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2231 No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck
FTLNLINEFTLN 2232 So many blows upon this face of mine
FTLNLINEFTLN 2233290 And made no deeper wounds? O flatt’ring glass,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2234 Like to my followers in prosperity,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2235 Thou dost beguile me. Was this face the face
FTLNLINEFTLN 2236 That every day under his household roof
FTLNLINEFTLN 2237 Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face
FTLNLINEFTLN 2238295 That like the sun did make beholders wink?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2239 Is this the face which faced so many follies,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2240 That was at last outfaced by Bolingbroke?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2241 A brittle glory shineth in this face.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2242 As brittle as the glory is the face,
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2243300 For there it is, cracked in an hundred shivers.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2244 Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport:
FTLNLINEFTLN 2245 How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2246 The shadow of your sorrow hath destroyed
FTLNLINEFTLN 2247 The shadow of your face.
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 2248305 Say that again.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2249 The shadow of my sorrow? Ha, let’s see.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2250 ’Tis very true. My grief lies all within;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2251 And these external
FTLNLINEFTLN 2252 Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
FTLNLINEFTLN 2253310 That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2254 There lies the substance. And I thank thee, king,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2255 For thy great bounty, that not only giv’st
FTLNLINEFTLN 2256 Me cause to wail but teachest me the way
FTLNLINEFTLN 2257 How to lament the cause. I’ll beg one boon
FTLNLINEFTLN 2259 Shall I obtain it?
BOLINGBROKE FTLNLINEFTLN 2260 Name it, fair cousin.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2261 “Fair cousin”? I am greater than a king,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2262 For when I was a king, my flatterers
FTLNLINEFTLN 2263320 Were then but subjects. Being now a subject,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2264 I have a king here to my flatterer.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2265 Being so great, I have no need to beg.
BOLINGBROKE FTLNLINEFTLN 2266Yet ask.
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 2267And shall I have?
BOLINGBROKE FTLNLINEFTLN 2268325You shall.
KING RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 2269Then give me leave to go.
BOLINGBROKE FTLNLINEFTLN 2270Whither?
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2271 Whither you will, so I were from your sights.
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2272 Go, some of you, convey him to the Tower.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2273330 O, good! “Convey”? Conveyers are you all,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2274 That rise thus nimbly by a true king’s fall.
SD
BOLINGBROKE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2275 On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down
FTLNLINEFTLN 2276 Our coronation. Lords, prepare yourselves.
SDThey exit.
Carlisle, Aumerle remain.
ABBOT
FTLNLINEFTLN 2277 A woeful pageant have we here beheld.
CARLISLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2278335 The woe’s to come. The children yet unborn
FTLNLINEFTLN 2279 Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2280 You holy clergymen, is there no plot
FTLNLINEFTLN 2281 To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2283340 Before I freely speak my mind herein,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2284 You shall not only take the sacrament
FTLNLINEFTLN 2285 To bury mine intents, but also to effect
FTLNLINEFTLN 2286 Whatever I shall happen to devise.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2287 I see your brows are full of discontent,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2288345 Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2289 Come home with me to supper. I’ll lay
FTLNLINEFTLN 2290 A plot shall show us all a merry day.
SDThey exit.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 2291 This way the King will come. This is the way
FTLNLINEFTLN 2292 To Julius Caesar’s ill-erected tower,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2293 To whose flint bosom my condemnèd lord
FTLNLINEFTLN 2294 Is doomed a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke.
FTLNLINEFTLN 22955 Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
FTLNLINEFTLN 2296 Have any resting for her true king’s queen.
SDEnter Richard
FTLNLINEFTLN 2297 But soft, but see—or rather do not see
FTLNLINEFTLN 2298 My fair rose wither; yet look up, behold,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2299 That you in pity may dissolve to dew
FTLNLINEFTLN 230010 And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2301 Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2302 Thou map of honor, thou King Richard’s tomb,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2303 And not King Richard! Thou most beauteous inn,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2304 Why should hard-favored grief be lodged in thee
FTLNLINEFTLN 230515 When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2306 Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2307 To make my end too sudden. Learn, good soul,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2308 To think our former state a happy dream,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2309 From which awaked, the truth of what we are
FTLNLINEFTLN 2311 To grim necessity, and he and I
FTLNLINEFTLN 2312 Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France
FTLNLINEFTLN 2313 And cloister thee in some religious house.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2314 Our holy lives must win a new world’s crown,
FTLNLINEFTLN 231525 Which our profane hours here have thrown down.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 2316 What, is my Richard both in shape and mind
FTLNLINEFTLN 2317 Transformed and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke
FTLNLINEFTLN 2318 Deposed thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2319 The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw
FTLNLINEFTLN 232030 And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
FTLNLINEFTLN 2321 To be o’er-powered; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2322 Take the correction, mildly kiss the rod,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2323 And fawn on rage with base humility,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2324 Which art a lion and the king of beasts?
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 232535 A king of beasts indeed. If aught but beasts,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2326 I had been still a happy king of men.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2327 Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for
FTLNLINEFTLN 2328 France.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2329 Think I am dead and that even here thou takest,
FTLNLINEFTLN 233040 As from my deathbed, thy last living leave.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2331 In winter’s tedious nights sit by the fire
FTLNLINEFTLN 2332 With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales
FTLNLINEFTLN 2333 Of woeful ages long ago betid;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2334 And, ere thou bid good night, to quite their griefs,
FTLNLINEFTLN 233545 Tell thou the lamentable tale of me,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2336 And send the hearers weeping to their beds.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2337 Forwhy the senseless brands will sympathize
FTLNLINEFTLN 2338 The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2339 And in compassion weep the fire out,
FTLNLINEFTLN 234050 And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2341 For the deposing of a rightful king.
SDEnter Northumberland.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2342 My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2343 You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2344 And madam, there is order ta’en for you.
FTLNLINEFTLN 234555 With all swift speed you must away to France.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2346 Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
FTLNLINEFTLN 2347 The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2348 The time shall not be many hours of age
FTLNLINEFTLN 2349 More than it is ere foul sin, gathering head,
FTLNLINEFTLN 235060 Shall break into corruption. Thou shalt think,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2351 Though he divide the realm and give thee half,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2352 It is too little, helping him to all.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2353 He shall think that thou, which knowest the way
FTLNLINEFTLN 2354 To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
FTLNLINEFTLN 235565 Being ne’er so little urged another way,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2356 To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2357 The love of wicked men converts to fear,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2358 That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both
FTLNLINEFTLN 2359 To worthy danger and deservèd death.
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 236070 My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2361 Take leave and part, for you must part forthwith.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2362 Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate
FTLNLINEFTLN 2363 A twofold marriage—twixt my crown and me,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2364 And then betwixt me and my married wife.
FTLNLINEFTLN 236575 SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2366 me;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2367 And yet not so, for with a kiss ’twas made.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2368 Part us, Northumberland, I towards the north,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2369 Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;
FTLNLINEFTLN 237080 My wife to France, from whence set forth in pomp
FTLNLINEFTLN 2371 She came adornèd hither like sweet May,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2372 Sent back like Hallowmas or short’st of day.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2373 And must we be divided? Must we part?
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2374 Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.
QUEENSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 237585 Banish us both, and send the King with me.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2376 That were some love, but little policy.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 2377 Then whither he goes, thither let me go.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2378 So two together weeping make one woe.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2379 Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here;
FTLNLINEFTLN 238090 Better far off than, near, be ne’er the near.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2381 Go, count thy way with sighs, I mine with groans.
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 2382 So longest way shall have the longest moans.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2383 Twice for one step I’ll groan, the way being short,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2384 And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
FTLNLINEFTLN 238595 Come, come, in wooing sorrow let’s be brief,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2386 Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2387 One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2388 Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.
SD
QUEEN
FTLNLINEFTLN 2389 Give me mine own again. ’Twere no good part
FTLNLINEFTLN 2390100 To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2391 So, now I have mine own again, begone,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2392 That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
KING RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2393 We make woe wanton with this fond delay.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2394 Once more, adieu! The rest let sorrow say.
SDThey exit.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2395 My lord, you told me you would tell the rest,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2396 When weeping made you break the story off
FTLNLINEFTLN 2397 Of our two cousins coming into London.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2398 Where did I leave?
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 23995 At that sad stop, my lord,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2400 Where rude misgoverned hands from windows’ tops
FTLNLINEFTLN 2401 Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard’s head.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2402 Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2403 Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,
FTLNLINEFTLN 240410 Which his aspiring rider seemed to know,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2405 With slow but stately pace kept on his course,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2406 Whilst all tongues cried “God save thee,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2407 Bolingbroke!”
FTLNLINEFTLN 2408 You would have thought the very windows spake,
FTLNLINEFTLN 240915 So many greedy looks of young and old
FTLNLINEFTLN 2410 Through casements darted their desiring eyes
FTLNLINEFTLN 2411 Upon his visage, and that all the walls
FTLNLINEFTLN 2412 With painted imagery had said at once
FTLNLINEFTLN 2413 “Jesu preserve thee! Welcome, Bolingbroke!”
FTLNLINEFTLN 241420 Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2415 Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed’s neck,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2416 Bespake them thus: “I thank you, countrymen.”
FTLNLINEFTLN 2417 And thus still doing, thus he passed along.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2418 Alack, poor Richard! Where rode he the whilst?
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 241925 As in a theater the eyes of men,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2420 After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2421 Are idly bent on him that enters next,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2422 Thinking his prattle to be tedious,
FTLNLINEFTLN 242430 Did scowl on gentle Richard. No man cried “God
FTLNLINEFTLN 2425 save him!”
FTLNLINEFTLN 2426 No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2427 But dust was thrown upon his sacred head,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2428 Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
FTLNLINEFTLN 242935 His face still combating with tears and smiles,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2430 The badges of his grief and patience,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2431 That had not God for some strong purpose steeled
FTLNLINEFTLN 2432 The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2433 And barbarism itself have pitied him.
FTLNLINEFTLN 243440 But heaven hath a hand in these events,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2435 To whose high will we bound our calm contents.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2436 To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2437 Whose state and honor I for aye allow.
SD
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2438 Here comes my son Aumerle.
YORK FTLNLINEFTLN 243945 Aumerle that was;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2440 But that is lost for being Richard’s friend,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2441 And, madam, you must call him Rutland now.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2442 I am in parliament pledge for his truth
FTLNLINEFTLN 2443 And lasting fealty to the new-made king.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 244450 Welcome, my son. Who are the violets now
FTLNLINEFTLN 2445 That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2446 Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2447 God knows I had as lief be none as one.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2448 Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,
FTLNLINEFTLN 244955 Lest you be cropped before you come to prime.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2450 What news from Oxford? Do these jousts and
FTLNLINEFTLN 2451 triumphs hold?
AUMERLE FTLNLINEFTLN 2452For aught I know, my lord, they do.
AUMERLE FTLNLINEFTLN 245460If God prevent not, I purpose so.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2455 What seal is that that hangs without thy bosom?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2456 Yea, lookst thou pale? Let me see the writing.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2457 My lord, ’tis nothing.
YORK FTLNLINEFTLN 2458 No matter, then, who see it.
FTLNLINEFTLN 245965 I will be satisfied. Let me see the writing.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2460 I do beseech your Grace to pardon me.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2461 It is a matter of small consequence,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2462 Which for some reasons I would not have seen.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2463 Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.
FTLNLINEFTLN 246470 I fear, I fear—
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 2465 What should you fear?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2466 ’Tis nothing but some bond that he is entered into
FTLNLINEFTLN 2467 For gay apparel ’gainst the triumph day.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2468 Bound to himself? What doth he with a bond
FTLNLINEFTLN 246975 That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2470 Boy, let me see the writing.
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2471 I do beseech you, pardon me. I may not show it.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2472 I will be satisfied. Let me see it, I say.
SDHe plucks it out of his bosom and reads it.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2473 Treason! Foul treason! Villain, traitor, slave!
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 247480What is the matter, my lord?
YORKSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2475 Ho, who is within there? Saddle my horse!—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2476 God for his mercy, what treachery is here!
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 2477Why, what is it, my lord?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2478 Give me my boots, I say! Saddle my horse!—
FTLNLINEFTLN 247985 Now by mine honor, by my life, by my troth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2480 I will appeach the villain.
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 2481What is the matter?
YORK FTLNLINEFTLN 2482Peace, foolish woman.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2483 I will not peace!—What is the matter, Aumerle?
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 248490 Good mother, be content. It is no more
FTLNLINEFTLN 2485 Than my poor life must answer.
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 2486 Thy life answer?
YORKSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2487 Bring me my boots!—I will unto the King.
SDHis man enters with his boots.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2488 Strike him, Aumerle! Poor boy, thou art amazed.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 248995 Hence, villain, never more come in my sight.
YORK FTLNLINEFTLN 2490Give me my boots, I say.
SD
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 2491Why, York, what wilt thou do?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2492 Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2493 Have we more sons? Or are we like to have?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2494100 Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2495 And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age
FTLNLINEFTLN 2496 And rob me of a happy mother’s name?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2497 Is he not like thee? Is he not thine own?
YORK FTLNLINEFTLN 2498Thou fond mad woman,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2499105 Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2500 A dozen of them here have ta’en the sacrament
FTLNLINEFTLN 2501 And interchangeably set down their hands
FTLNLINEFTLN 2502 To kill the King at Oxford.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2503 He shall be none. We’ll keep him here.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2504110 Then what is that to him?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2505 Away, fond woman! Were he twenty times my son,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2506 I would appeach him.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2507 Hadst thou groaned for him as I have done,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2508 Thou wouldst be more pitiful.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2509115 But now I know thy mind: thou dost suspect
FTLNLINEFTLN 2510 That I have been disloyal to thy bed
FTLNLINEFTLN 2511 And that he is a bastard, not thy son.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2512 Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2513 He is as like thee as a man may be,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2514120 Not like to me or any of my kin,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2515 And yet I love him.
YORK FTLNLINEFTLN 2516 Make way, unruly woman!
SDHe exits.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2517 After, Aumerle! Mount thee upon his horse,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2518 Spur post, and get before him to the King,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2519125 And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2520 I’ll not be long behind. Though I be old,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2521 I doubt not but to ride as fast as York.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2522 And never will I rise up from the ground
FTLNLINEFTLN 2523 Till Bolingbroke have pardoned thee. Away, begone!
SD
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2524 Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2525 ’Tis full three months since I did see him last.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2526 If any plague hang over us, ’tis he.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2527 I would to God, my lords, he might be found.
FTLNLINEFTLN 25285 Inquire at London, ’mongst the taverns there,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2529 For there, they say, he daily doth frequent
FTLNLINEFTLN 2531 Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes
FTLNLINEFTLN 2532 And beat our watch and rob our passengers,
FTLNLINEFTLN 253310
FTLNLINEFTLN 2534 Takes on the point of honor to support
FTLNLINEFTLN 2535 So dissolute a crew.
PERCY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2536 My lord, some two days since I saw the Prince,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2537 And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford.
KING HENRY FTLNLINEFTLN 253815And what said the gallant?
PERCY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2539 His answer was, he would unto the stews,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2540 And from the common’st creature pluck a glove
FTLNLINEFTLN 2541 And wear it as a favor, and with that
FTLNLINEFTLN 2542 He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 254320 As dissolute as desperate. Yet through both
FTLNLINEFTLN 2544 I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years
FTLNLINEFTLN 2545 May happily bring forth. But who comes here?
SDEnter Aumerle amazed.
AUMERLE FTLNLINEFTLN 2546Where is the King?
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2547 What means our cousin, that he stares and looks so
FTLNLINEFTLN 254825 wildly?
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2549 God save your Grace. I do beseech your Majesty
FTLNLINEFTLN 2550 To have some conference with your Grace alone.
KING HENRYSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2551 Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2552 What is the matter with our cousin now?
AUMERLESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 255330 Forever may my knees grow to the earth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2554 My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2555 Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2556 Intended or committed was this fault?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2557 If on the first, how heinous e’er it be,
FTLNLINEFTLN 255835 To win thy after-love I pardon thee.
AUMERLESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2559 Then give me leave that
FTLNLINEFTLN 2560 That no man enter till my tale be done.
KING HENRY FTLNLINEFTLN 2561Have thy desire.SD
SDThe Duke of York knocks at the door and crieth.
YORKSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2562 My liege, beware! Look to thyself!
FTLNLINEFTLN 256340 Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.
KING HENRYSD,
SD
AUMERLE
FTLNLINEFTLN 2565 Stay thy revengeful hand. Thou hast no cause to fear.
YORKSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2566 Open the door, secure, foolhardy king!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2567 Shall I for love speak treason to thy face?
FTLNLINEFTLN 256845 Open the door, or I will break it open.
SD
SD
KING HENRY FTLNLINEFTLN 2569What is the matter, uncle? Speak.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2570 Recover breath. Tell us how near is danger
FTLNLINEFTLN 2571 That we may arm us to encounter it.
YORKSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2572 Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know
FTLNLINEFTLN 257350 The treason that my haste forbids me show.
AUMERLESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2574 Remember, as thou read’st, thy promise passed.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2575 I do repent me. Read not my name there.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2576 My heart is not confederate with my hand.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2577 It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down.—
FTLNLINEFTLN 257855 I tore it from the traitor’s bosom, king.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2580 Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove
FTLNLINEFTLN 2581 A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2582 O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy!
FTLNLINEFTLN 258360 O loyal father of a treacherous son,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2584 Thou sheer, immaculate, and silver fountain
FTLNLINEFTLN 2585 From whence this stream, through muddy passages,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2586 Hath held his current and defiled himself,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2587 Thy overflow of good converts to bad,
FTLNLINEFTLN 258865 And thy abundant goodness shall excuse
FTLNLINEFTLN 2589 This deadly blot in thy digressing son.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2590 So shall my virtue be his vice’s bawd,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2591 And he shall spend mine honor with his shame,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2592 As thriftless sons their scraping fathers’ gold.
FTLNLINEFTLN 259370 Mine honor lives when his dishonor dies,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2594 Or my shamed life in his dishonor lies.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2595 Thou kill’st me in his life: giving him breath,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2596 The traitor lives, the true man’s put to death.
DUCHESSSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2597 What ho, my liege! For God’s sake, let me in!
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 259875 What
DUCHESSSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2599 A woman and thy aunt, great king. ’Tis I.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2600 Speak with me, pity me. Open the door!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2601 A beggar begs that never begged before.
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2602 Our scene is altered from a serious thing
FTLNLINEFTLN 260380 And now changed to “The Beggar and the King.”—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2604 My dangerous cousin, let your mother in.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2605 I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.
SD
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2606 If thou do pardon whosoever pray,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2607 More sins for this forgiveness prosper may.
FTLNLINEFTLN 260885 This festered joint cut off, the rest rest sound.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2609 This let alone will all the rest confound.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2610 O king, believe not this hard-hearted man.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2611 Love loving not itself, none other can.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2612 Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here?
FTLNLINEFTLN 261390 Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2614 Sweet York, be patient.—Hear me, gentle liege.
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2615 Rise up, good aunt.
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 2616 Not yet, I thee beseech.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2617 Forever will I walk upon my knees
FTLNLINEFTLN 261895 And never see day that the happy sees,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2619 Till thou give joy, until thou bid me joy
FTLNLINEFTLN 2620 By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.
AUMERLESD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2621 Unto my mother’s prayers I bend my knee.
YORKSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2622 Against them both my true joints bended be.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2623100 Ill mayst thou thrive if thou grant any grace.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2624 Pleads he in earnest? Look upon his face.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2625 His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2626 His words come from his mouth, ours from our
FTLNLINEFTLN 2627 breast.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2628105 He prays but faintly and would be denied.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2629 We pray with heart and soul and all beside.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2630 His weary joints would gladly rise, I know.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2631 Our knees still kneel till to the ground they grow.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2632 His prayers are full of false hypocrisy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2633110 Ours of true zeal and deep integrity.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2635 That mercy which true prayer ought to have.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2636 Good aunt, stand up.
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 2637 Nay, do not say “stand up.”
FTLNLINEFTLN 2638115 Say “pardon” first and afterwards “stand up.”
FTLNLINEFTLN 2639 An if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2640 “Pardon” should be the first word of thy speech.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2641 I never longed to hear a word till now.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2642 Say “pardon,” king; let pity teach thee how.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2643120 The word is short, but not so short as sweet.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2644 No word like “pardon” for kings’ mouths so meet.
YORK
FTLNLINEFTLN 2645 Speak it in French, king. Say “pardonne moy.”
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2646 Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2647 Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2648125 That sets the word itself against the word!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2649 SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2650 our land;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2651 The chopping French we do not understand.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2652 Thine eye begins to speak; set thy tongue there,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2653130 Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2654 That, hearing how our plaints and prayers do
FTLNLINEFTLN 2655 pierce,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2656 Pity may move thee “pardon” to rehearse.
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2657 Good aunt, stand up.
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 2658135 I do not sue to stand.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2659 Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2660 I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.
DUCHESS
FTLNLINEFTLN 2661 O, happy vantage of a kneeling knee!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2662 Yet am I sick for fear. Speak it again.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2663140 Twice saying “pardon” doth not pardon twain,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2664 But makes one pardon strong.
DUCHESS FTLNLINEFTLN 2666A god on Earth thou art.
SD
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2667 But for our trusty brother-in-law and the Abbot,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2668145 With all the rest of that consorted crew,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2669 Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2670 Good uncle, help to order several powers
FTLNLINEFTLN 2671 To Oxford or where’er these traitors are.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2672 They shall not live within this world, I swear,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2673150 But I will have them, if I once know where.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2674 Uncle, farewell,—and cousin, adieu.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2675 Your mother well hath prayed; and prove you true.
DUCHESSSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2676 Come, my old son. I pray God make thee new.
SDThey exit.
EXTON
FTLNLINEFTLN 2677 Didst thou not mark the King, what words he spake,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2678 “Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?”
FTLNLINEFTLN 2679 Was it not so?
SERVINGMAN FTLNLINEFTLN 2680 These were his very words.
EXTON
FTLNLINEFTLN 26815 “Have I no friend?” quoth he. He spake it twice
FTLNLINEFTLN 2682 And urged it twice together, did he not?
SERVINGMAN FTLNLINEFTLN 2683He did.
EXTON
FTLNLINEFTLN 2684 And speaking it, he wishtly looked on me,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2685 As who should say “I would thou wert the man
FTLNLINEFTLN 268610 That would divorce this terror from my heart”—
FTLNLINEFTLN 2687 Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come, let’s go.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2688 I am the King’s friend and will rid his foe.
SD
RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2689 I have been studying how I may compare
FTLNLINEFTLN 2690 This prison where I live unto the world,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2691 And for because the world is populous
FTLNLINEFTLN 2692 And here is not a creature but myself,
FTLNLINEFTLN 26935 I cannot do it. Yet I’ll hammer it out.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2694 My brain I’ll prove the female to my soul,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2695 My soul the father, and these two beget
FTLNLINEFTLN 2696 A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2697 And these same thoughts people this little world,
FTLNLINEFTLN 269810 In humors like the people of this world,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2699 For no thought is contented. The better sort,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2700 As thoughts of things divine, are intermixed
FTLNLINEFTLN 2701 With scruples, and do set the word itself
FTLNLINEFTLN 2702 Against the word, as thus: “Come, little ones,”
FTLNLINEFTLN 270315 And then again,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2704 “It is as hard to come as for a camel
FTLNLINEFTLN 2705 To thread the postern of a small needle’s eye.”
FTLNLINEFTLN 2706 Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
FTLNLINEFTLN 2707 Unlikely wonders: how these vain weak nails
FTLNLINEFTLN 270820 May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
FTLNLINEFTLN 2709 Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2710 And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2711 Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
FTLNLINEFTLN 2712 That they are not the first of fortune’s slaves,
FTLNLINEFTLN 271325 Nor shall not be the last—like silly beggars
FTLNLINEFTLN 2714 Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge their shame
FTLNLINEFTLN 2715 That many have and others must
FTLNLINEFTLN 2716 And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2717 Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
FTLNLINEFTLN 271830 Of such as have before endured the like.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2719 Thus play I in one person many people,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2720 And none contented. Sometimes am I king.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2722 And so I am; then crushing penury
FTLNLINEFTLN 272335 Persuades me I was better when a king.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2724 Then am I kinged again, and by and by
FTLNLINEFTLN 2725 Think that I am unkinged by Bolingbroke,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2726 And straight am nothing. But whate’er I be,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2727 Nor I nor any man that but man is
FTLNLINEFTLN 272840 With nothing shall be pleased till he be eased
FTLNLINEFTLN 2729 With being nothing.SD (The music plays.) Music do I
FTLNLINEFTLN 2730 hear?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2731 Ha, ha, keep time! How sour sweet music is
FTLNLINEFTLN 2732 When time is broke and no proportion kept.
FTLNLINEFTLN 273345 So is it in the music of men’s lives.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2734 And here have I the daintiness of ear
FTLNLINEFTLN 2735 To check time broke in a disordered string;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2736 But for the concord of my state and time
FTLNLINEFTLN 2737 Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
FTLNLINEFTLN 273850 I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2739 For now hath time made me his numb’ring clock.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2740 My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar
FTLNLINEFTLN 2741 Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2742 Whereto my finger, like a dial’s point,
FTLNLINEFTLN 274355 Is pointing still in cleansing them from tears.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2744 Now, sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
FTLNLINEFTLN 2745 Are clamorous groans which strike upon my heart,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2746 Which is the bell. So sighs and tears and groans
FTLNLINEFTLN 2747 Show minutes, times, and hours. But my time
FTLNLINEFTLN 274860 Runs posting on in Bolingbroke’s proud joy,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2749 While I stand fooling here, his jack of the clock.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2750 This music mads me. Let it sound no more,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2751 For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2752 In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
FTLNLINEFTLN 275365 Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2754 For ’tis a sign of love, and love to Richard
FTLNLINEFTLN 2755 Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
SDEnter a Groom of the stable.
RICHARD FTLNLINEFTLN 2757Thanks, noble peer.
FTLNLINEFTLN 275870 The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2759 What art thou, and how comest thou hither,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2760 Where no man never comes but that sad dog
FTLNLINEFTLN 2761 That brings me food to make misfortune live?
GROOM
FTLNLINEFTLN 2762 I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,
FTLNLINEFTLN 276375 When thou wert king; who, traveling towards York,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2764 With much ado at length have gotten leave
FTLNLINEFTLN 2765 To look upon my sometime royal master’s face.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2766 O, how it earned my heart when I beheld
FTLNLINEFTLN 2767 In London streets, that coronation day,
FTLNLINEFTLN 276880 When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2769 That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2770 That horse that I so carefully have dressed.
RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2771 Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2772 How went he under him?
GROOM
FTLNLINEFTLN 277385 So proudly as if he disdained the ground.
RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2774 So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2775 That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2776 This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2777 Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down
FTLNLINEFTLN 277890 (Since pride must have a fall) and break the neck
FTLNLINEFTLN 2779 Of that proud man that did usurp his back?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2780 Forgiveness, horse! Why do I rail on thee,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2781 Since thou, created to be awed by man,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2782 Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse,
FTLNLINEFTLN 278395 And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2784 Spurred, galled, and tired by jauncing Bolingbroke.
SDEnter one,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2785 Fellow, give place. Here is no longer stay.
RICHARDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2786 If thou love me, ’tis time thou wert away.
GROOM
FTLNLINEFTLN 2787 What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
SDGroom exits.
KEEPER FTLNLINEFTLN 2788100My lord, will ’t please you to fall to?
RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2789 Taste of it first as thou art wont to do.
KEEPER
FTLNLINEFTLN 2790 My lord, I dare not. Sir Pierce of Exton,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2791 Who lately came from the King, commands the
FTLNLINEFTLN 2792 contrary.
RICHARDSD,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2793105 The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2794 Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
KEEPER FTLNLINEFTLN 2795Help, help, help!
SDThe Murderers
RICHARD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2796 How now, what means death in this rude assault?
FTLNLINEFTLN 2797 Villain, thy own hand yields thy death’s instrument.
SD
and kills him with it.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2798110 Go thou and fill another room in hell.
SD
SDHere Exton strikes him down.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2799 That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire
FTLNLINEFTLN 2800 That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand
FTLNLINEFTLN 2801 Hath with the King’s blood stained the King’s own
FTLNLINEFTLN 2802 land.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2803115 Mount, mount, my soul. Thy seat is up on high,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2804 Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2805 As full of valor as of royal blood.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2806 Both have I spilled. O, would the deed were good!
FTLNLINEFTLN 2807 For now the devil that told me I did well
FTLNLINEFTLN 2808120 Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2809 This dead king to the living king I’ll bear.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2810 Take hence the rest and give them burial here.
SD
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2811 Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
FTLNLINEFTLN 2812 Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
FTLNLINEFTLN 2813 Our town of Ciceter in Gloucestershire,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2814 But whether they be ta’en or slain we hear not.
SDEnter Northumberland.
FTLNLINEFTLN 28155 Welcome, my lord. What is the news?
NORTHUMBERLAND
FTLNLINEFTLN 2816 First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2817 The next news is: I have to London sent
FTLNLINEFTLN 2818 The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2819 The manner of their taking may appear
FTLNLINEFTLN 282010 At large discoursèd in this paper here.
SD
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2821 We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2822 And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
SDEnter Lord Fitzwater.
FITZWATER
FTLNLINEFTLN 2823 My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
FTLNLINEFTLN 2824 The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2826 That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2827 Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2828 Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
SDEnter
PERCY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2829 The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
FTLNLINEFTLN 283020 With clog of conscience and sour melancholy
FTLNLINEFTLN 2831 Hath yielded up his body to the grave.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2832 But here is Carlisle living, to abide
FTLNLINEFTLN 2833 Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
KING HENRY FTLNLINEFTLN 2834Carlisle, this is your doom:
FTLNLINEFTLN 283525 Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2836 More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2837 So, as thou liv’st in peace, die free from strife;
FTLNLINEFTLN 2838 For, though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2839 High sparks of honor in thee have I seen.
SDEnter Exton
EXTON
FTLNLINEFTLN 284030 Great king, within this coffin I present
FTLNLINEFTLN 2841 Thy buried fear. Herein all breathless lies
FTLNLINEFTLN 2842 The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2843 Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought.
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2844 Exton, I thank thee not, for thou hast wrought
FTLNLINEFTLN 284535 A deed of slander with thy fatal hand
FTLNLINEFTLN 2846 Upon my head and all this famous land.
EXTON
FTLNLINEFTLN 2847 From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
KING HENRY
FTLNLINEFTLN 2848 They love not poison that do poison need,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2849 Nor do I thee. Though I did wish him dead,
FTLNLINEFTLN 285040 I hate the murderer, love him murderèd.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2852 But neither my good word nor princely favor.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2853 With Cain go wander through shades of night,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2854 And never show thy head by day nor light.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 285545 Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe
FTLNLINEFTLN 2856 That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2857 Come mourn with me for what I do lament,
FTLNLINEFTLN 2858 And put on sullen black incontinent.
FTLNLINEFTLN 2859 I’ll make a voyage to the Holy Land
FTLNLINEFTLN 286050 To wash this blood off from my guilty hand.
SD
FTLNLINEFTLN 2861 March sadly after. Grace my mournings here
FTLNLINEFTLN 2862 In weeping after this untimely bier.
SD
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