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   0  <O 13><H R2><D 1595><K play><A Shakespeare>
   0  <T title>King Richard the Second
   0  <X 1> <Y 1> <T dsd> {Enter King Richard and John of Gaunt, with the      +
   0  Lord Marshal, other nobles, and attendants}
   1  <S KING RICHARD> <T verse> Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster,
   2  Hast thou according to thy oath and bond
   3  Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son,
   4  Here to make good the boist'rous late appeal,
   5  Which then our leisure would not let us hear,
   6  Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
   7A <S JOHN OF GAUNT> I have, my liege.
   8  <S KING RICHARD> Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded him
   9  If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice
  10  Or worthily, as a good subject should,
  11  On some known ground of treachery in him?
  12  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> As near as I could sift him on that argument,
  13  On some apparent danger seen in him
  14  Aimed at your highness, no inveterate malice.
  15B <S KING RICHARD> Then call them to our presence.<T esd> {[Exit one or    +
  15B more]}<T verse> Face to face
  16  And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
  17  The accuser and the accuse\d freely speak.
  18  High-stomached are they both and full of ire;
  19  In rage, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.<T dsd> {Enter Bolingbroke Duke  +
  19  of Hereford, and Mowbray Duke of Norfolk}
  20  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse> Many years of happy days befall
  21  My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!
  22  <S MOWBRAY> Each day still better others' happiness,
  23  Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
  24  Add an immortal title to your crown!
  25  <S KING RICHARD> We thank you both. Yet one but flatters us,
  26  As well appeareth by the cause you come,
  27  Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.
  28  Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
  29  Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
  30  <S BOLINGBROKE> First_heaven be the record to my speech_
  31  In the devotion of a subject's love,
  32  Tend'ring the precious safety of my Prince,
  33  And free from other misbegotten hate,
  34  Come I appellant to this princely presence.
  35  Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee;
  36  And mark my greeting well, for what I speak
  37  My body shall make good upon this earth,
  38  Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.
  39  Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,
  40  Too good to be so, and too bad to live,
  41  Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,
  42  The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
  43  Once more, the more to aggravate the note,
  44  With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat,
  45  And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move
  46  What my tongue speaks my right-drawn sword may prove.
  47  <S MOWBRAY> Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal.
  48  'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
  49  The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
  50  Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain.
  51  The blood is hot that must be cooled for this.
  52  Yet can I not of such tame patience boast
  53  As to be hushed and naught at all to say.
  54  First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me
  55  From giving reins and spurs to my free speech,
  56  Which else would post until it had returned
  57  These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
  58  Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
  59  And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
  60  I do defy him, and I spit at him,
  61  Call him a slanderous coward and a villain;
  62  Which to maintain I would allow him odds,
  63  And meet him, were I tied to run afoot
  64  Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
  65  Or any other ground inhabitable,
  66  Wherever Englishman durst set his foot.
  67  Meantime let this defend my loyalty:
  68  By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
  69  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T asd> {(throwing down his gage)}<T verse> Pale         +
  69  trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
  70  Disclaiming here the kindred of the King,
  71  And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
  72  Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.
  73  If guilty dread have left thee so much strength
  74  As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop.
  75  By that, and all the rites of knighthood else,
  76  Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
  77  What I have spoke or thou canst worse devise.
  78  <S MOWBRAY> <T asd> {(taking up the gage)}<T verse> I take it up, and    +
  78  by that sword I swear
  79  Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,
  80  I'll answer thee in any fair degree
  81  Or chivalrous design of knightly trial;
  82  And when I mount, alive may I not light
  83  If I be traitor or unjustly fight!
  84  <S KING RICHARD> <T asd> {(to Bolingbroke)}<T verse> What doth our       +
  84  cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?
  85  It must be great that can inherit us
  86  So much as of a thought of ill in him.
  87  <S BOLINGBROKE> Look what I speak, my life shall prove it true:
  88  That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles
  89  In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers,
  90  The which he hath detained for lewd employments,
  91  Like a false traitor and injurious villain.
  92  Besides I say, and will in battle prove,
  93  Or here or elsewhere, to the furthest verge
  94  That ever was surveyed by English eye,
  95  That all the treasons for these eighteen years
  96  Complotted and contrive\d in this land
  97  Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.
  98  Further I say, and further will maintain
  99  Upon his bad life, to make all this good,
 100  That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,
 101  Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,
 102  And consequently, like a traitor-coward,
 103  Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood;
 104  Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries
 105  Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth
 106  To me for justice and rough chastisement.
 107  And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
 108  This arm shall do it or this life be spent.
 109  <S KING RICHARD> How high a pitch his resolution soars!
 110  Thomas of Norfolk, what sayst thou to this?
 111  <S MOWBRAY> O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
 112  And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
 113  Till I have told this slander of his blood
 114  How God and good men hate so foul a liar!
 115  <S KING RICHARD> Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears.
 116  Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,
 117  As he is but my father's brother's son,
 118  Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow
 119  Such neighbour-nearness to our sacred blood
 120  Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize
 121  The unstooping firmness of my upright soul.
 122  He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou.
 123  Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.
 124  <S MOWBRAY> Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart
 125  Through the false passage of thy throat thou liest!
 126  Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais
 127  Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers.
 128  The other part reserved I by consent,
 129  For that my sovereign liege was in my debt
 130  Upon remainder of a dear account
 131  Since last I went to France to fetch his queen.
 132  Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's death,
 133  I slew him not, but to my own disgrace
 134  Neglected my sworn duty in that case.
 135  For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
 136  The honourable father to my foe,
 137  Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
 138  A trespass that doth vex my grieve\d soul;
 139  But ere I last received the Sacrament
 140  I did confess it, and exactly begged
 141  Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it.
 142  This is my fault. As for the rest appealed,
 143  It issues from the rancour of a villain,
 144  A recreant and most degenerate traitor,
 145  Which in myself I boldly will defend,<T dsd> {He throws down his gage}
 146  <T verse> And interchangeably hurl down my gage
 147  Upon this overweening traitor's foot,
 148  To prove myself a loyal gentleman
 149  Even in the best blood chambered in his bosom;
 150  In haste whereof most heartily I pray
 151  Your highness to assign our trial day.<T dsd> {[Bolingbroke takes up     +
 151  the gage]}
 152  <S KING RICHARD> <T verse> Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me.
 153  Let's purge this choler without letting blood.
 154  This we prescribe, though no physician:
 155  Deep malice makes too deep incision;
 156  Forget, forgive, conclude, and be agreed;
 157  Our doctors say this is no time to bleed.
 158  Good uncle, let this end where it begun.
 159  We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.
 160  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> To be a make-peace shall become my age.
 161  Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.
 162B <S KING RICHARD> And, Norfolk, throw down his.<S JOHN OF GAUNT> When,    +
 162B Harry, when?
 163  Obedience bids I should not bid again.
 164  <S KING RICHARD> Norfolk, throw down! We bid; there is no boot.
 165  <S MOWBRAY> <T asd> {(kneeling)}<T verse> Myself I throw, dread          +
 165  sovereign, at thy foot.
 166  My life thou shalt command, but not my shame.
 167  The one my duty owes, but my fair name,
 168  Despite of death that lives upon my grave,
 169  To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.
 170  I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here,
 171  Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear,
 172  The which no balm can cure but his heart blood
 173B Which breathed this poison.<S KING RICHARD> Rage must be withstood.
 174  Give me his gage. Lions make leopards tame.
 175  <S MOWBRAY> <T asd> {[standing]}<T verse> Yea, but not change his        +
 175  spots. Take but my shame,
 176  And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,
 177  The purest treasure mortal times afford
 178  Is spotless reputation; that away,
 179  Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
 180  A jewel in a ten-times barred-up chest
 181  Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
 182  Mine honour is my life. Both grow in one.
 183  Take honour from me, and my life is done.
 184  Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try.
 185  In that I live, and for that will I die.
 186  <S KING RICHARD> Cousin, throw down your gage. Do you begin.
 187  <S BOLINGBROKE> O God defend my soul from such deep sin!
 188  Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight?
 189  Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height
 190  Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue
 191  Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong,
 192  Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear
 193  The slavish motive of recanting fear,
 194  And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace
 195  Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face.<T esd> {[Exit John of  +
 195  Gaunt]}
 196  <S KING RICHARD> <T verse> We were not born to sue, but to command;
 197  Which since we cannot do to make you friends,
 198  Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,
 199  At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day.
 200  There shall your swords and lances arbitrate
 201  The swelling difference of your settled hate.
 202  Since we cannot atone you, we shall see
 203  Justice design the victor's chivalry.
 204  Lord Marshal, command our officers-at-arms
 205  Be ready to direct these home alarms.<T esd> {Exeunt}
   0  <Y 2> <T dsd> {Enter John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, with the Duchess  +
   0  of Gloucester}
   1  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> <T verse> Alas, the part I had in Gloucester's blood
   2  Doth more solicit me than your exclaims
   3  To stir against the butchers of his life.
   4  But since correction lieth in those hands
   5  Which made the fault that we cannot correct,
   6  Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven,
   7  Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth,
   8  Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.
   9  <S DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER> Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?
  10  Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?
  11  Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,
  12  Were as seven vials of his sacred blood,
  13  Or seven fair branches springing from one root.
  14  Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,
  15  Some of those branches by the destinies cut;
  16  But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,
  17  One vial full of Edward's sacred blood,
  18  One flourishing branch of his most royal root,
  19  Is cracked, and all the precious liquor spilt;
  20  Is hacked down, and his summer leaves all faded
  21  By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe.
  22  Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! That bed, that womb,
  23  That mettle, that self mould that fashioned thee,
  24  Made him a man; and though thou liv'st and breathest,
  25  Yet art thou slain in him. Thou dost consent
  26  In some large measure to thy father's death
  27  In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
  28  Who was the model of thy father's life.
  29  Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair.
  30  In suff'ring thus thy brother to be slaughtered
  31  Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life,
  32  Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee.
  33  That which in mean men we entitle patience
  34  Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
  35  What shall I say? To safeguard thine own life
  36  The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.
  37  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute,
  38  His deputy anointed in his sight,
  39  Hath caused his death; the which if wrongfully,
  40  Let heaven revenge, for I may never lift
  41  An angry arm against his minister.
  42  <S DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER> Where then, alas, may I complain myself?
  43  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> To God, the widow's champion and defence.
  44  <S DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER> Why then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.
  45  Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold
  46  Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight.
  47  O, set my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear,
  48  That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!
  49  Or if misfortune miss the first career,
  50  Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom
  51  That they may break his foaming courser's back
  52  And throw the rider headlong in the lists,
  53  A caitiff, recreant to my cousin Hereford!
  54  Farewell, old Gaunt. Thy sometimes brother's wife
  55  With her companion, grief, must end her life.
  56  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> Sister, farewell. I must to Coventry.
  57  As much good stay with thee as go with me.
  58  <S DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER> Yet one word more. Grief boundeth where it     +
  58  falls,
  59  Not with the empty hollowness, but weight.
  60  I take my leave before I have begun,
  61  For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
  62  Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.
  63  Lo, this is all._Nay, yet depart not so!
  64  Though this be all, do not so quickly go.
  65  I shall remember more. Bid him_ah, what?_
  66  With all good speed at Pleshey visit me.
  67  Alack, and what shall good old York there see
  68  But empty lodgings and unfurnished walls,
  69  Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones,
  70  And what hear there for welcome but my groans?
  71  Therefore commend me; let him not come there
  72  To seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere.
  73  Desolate, desolate will I hence and die.
  74  The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.<T esd> {Exeunt              +
  74  [severally]}
   0  <Y 3> <T dsd> {Enter Lord Marshal [with officers setting out chairs],    +
   0  and the Duke of Aumerle}
   1  <S LORD MARSHAL> <T verse> My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford armed?
   2  <S AUMERLE> Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in.
   3  <S LORD MARSHAL> The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
   4  Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.
   5  <S AUMERLE> Why then, the champions are prepared, and stay
   6  For nothing but his majesty's approach.<T dsd> {The trumpets sound, and  +
   6  King Richard enters, with John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, [Bushy,      +
   6  Bagot, Green,] and other nobles. When they are set, enter Mowbray Duke   +
   6  of Norfolk, defendant, in arms, [and a Herald]}
   7  <S KING RICHARD> <T verse> Marshal, demand of yonder champion
   8  The cause of his arrival here in arms.
   9  Ask him his name, and orderly proceed
  10  To swear him in the justice of his cause.
  11  <S LORD MARSHAL> <T asd> {(to Mowbray)}<T verse> In God's name and the   +
  11  King's, say who thou art,
  12  And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in arms,
  13  Against what man thou com'st, and what thy quarrel.
  14  Speak truly on thy knighthood and thy oath,
  15  As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!
  16  <S MOWBRAY> My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
  17  Who hither come engage\d by my oath_
  18  Which God defend a knight should violate_
  19  Both to defend my loyalty and truth
  20  To God, my king, and my succeeding issue,
  21  Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me;
  22  And by the grace of God and this mine arm
  23  To prove him, in defending of myself,
  24  A traitor to my God, my king, and me.
  25  And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!<T dsd> {[He sits.]}
  26  {The trumpets sound. Enter Bolingbroke Duke of Hereford, appellant, in   +
  26  armour, [and a Herald]}<S KING RICHARD> <T verse> Marshal, ask yonder    +
  26  knight in arms
  27  Both who he is and why he cometh hither
  28  Thus plated in habiliments of war;
  29  And formally, according to our law,
  30  Depose him in the justice of his cause.
  31  <S LORD MARSHAL> <T asd> {(to Bolingbroke)}<T verse> What is thy name?   +
  31  And wherefore com'st thou hither
  32  Before King Richard in his royal lists?
  33  Against whom comest thou? And what's thy quarrel?
  34  Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!
  35  <S BOLINGBROKE> Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby
  36  Am I, who ready here do stand in arms
  37  To prove by God's grace and my body's valour
  38  In lists on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
  39  That he is a traitor foul and dangerous
  40  To God of heaven, King Richard, and to me.
  41  And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!<T dsd> {[He sits]}
  42  <S LORD MARSHAL> <T verse> On pain of death, no person be so bold
  43  Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists
  44  Except the Marshal and such officers
  45  Appointed to direct these fair designs.
  46  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T asd> {[standing]}<T verse> Lord Marshal, let me kiss  +
  46  my sovereign's hand
  47  And bow my knee before his majesty,
  48  For Mowbray and myself are like two men
  49  That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;
  50  Then let us take a ceremonious leave
  51  And loving farewell of our several friends.
  52  <S LORD MARSHAL> <T asd> {(to King Richard)}<T verse> The appellant in   +
  52  all duty greets your highness,
  53  And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.
  54  <S KING RICHARD> We will descend and fold him in our arms.<T dsd> {He    +
  54  descends from his seat and embraces Bolingbroke}
  55  <T verse> Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is just,
  56  So be thy fortune in this royal fight.
  57  Farewell, my blood, which if today thou shed,
  58  Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.
  59  <S BOLINGBROKE> O, let no noble eye profane a tear
  60  For me if I be gored with Mowbray's spear.
  61  As confident as is the falcon's flight
  62  Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight.
  63  <T asd> {(To the Lord Marshal)}<T verse> My loving lord, I take my       +
  63  leave of you;
  64  <T asd> {(To Aumerle)}<T verse> Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;
  65  Not sick, although I have to do with death,
  66  But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.
  67  Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
  68  The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
  69  <T asd> {(To Gaunt, [kneeling])}<T verse> O thou, the earthly author of  +
  69  my blood,
  70  Whose youthful spirit in me regenerate
  71  Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up
  72  To reach at victory above my head,
  73  Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers,
  74  And with thy blessings steel my lance's point,
  75  That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat
  76  And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt
  77  Even in the lusty haviour of his son.
  78  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> God in thy good cause make thee prosperous!
  79  Be swift like lightning in the execution,
  80  And let thy blows, doubly redouble\d,
  81  Fall like amazing thunder on the casque
  82  Of thy adverse pernicious enemy.
  83  Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live.
  84  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T asd> {[standing]}<T verse> Mine innocence and Saint   +
  84  George to thrive!
  85  <S MOWBRAY> <T asd> {[standing]}<T verse> However God or fortune cast    +
  85  my lot,
  86  There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne,
  87  A loyal, just, and upright gentleman.
  88  Never did captive with a freer heart
  89  Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace
  90  His golden uncontrolled enfranchisement
  91  More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
  92  This feast of battle with mine adversary.
  93  Most mighty liege, and my companion peers,
  94  Take from my mouth the wish of happy years.
  95  As gentle and as jocund as to jest
  96  Go I to fight. Truth hath a quiet breast.
  97  <S KING RICHARD> Farewell, my lord. Securely I espy
  98  Virtue with valour couche\d in thine eye._
  99  Order the trial, Marshal, and begin.
 100  <S LORD MARSHAL> Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
 101  Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!<T dsd> {[An officer bears   +
 101  a lance to Bolingbroke]}
 102  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse> Strong as a tower in hope, I cry `Amen!"
 103  <S LORD MARSHAL> <T asd> {(to an officer)}<T verse> Go bear this lance   +
 103  to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.<T dsd> {[An officer bears a lance to         +
 103  Mowbray]}
 104  <S FIRST HERALD> <T verse> Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby
 105  Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself,
 106  On pain to be found false and recreant,
 107  To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,
 108  A traitor to his God, his king, and him,
 109  And dares him to set forward to the fight.
 110  <S SECOND HERALD> Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
 111  On pain to be found false and recreant,
 112  Both to defend himself and to approve
 113  Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby
 114  To God his sovereign and to him disloyal,
 115  Courageously and with a free desire
 116  Attending but the signal to begin.
 117  <S LORD MARSHAL> Sound trumpets, and set forward combatants!<T dsd> {[A  +
 117  charge is sounded.]}
 118  {King Richard throws down his warder}<T verse> Stay, the King hath       +
 118  thrown his warder down.
 119  <S KING RICHARD> Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
 120  And both return back to their chairs again.<T dsd> {[Bolingbroke and     +
 120  Mowbray disarm and sit]}
 121  <T asd> {(To the nobles)}<T verse> Withdraw with us, and let the         +
 121  trumpets sound
 122  While we return these dukes what we decree.<T dsd> {A long flourish,     +
 122  during which King Richard and his nobles withdraw and hold council,      +
 122  [then come forward]. King Richard addresses Bolingbroke and Mowbray}
 123  <T verse> Draw near, and list what with our council we have done.
 124  For that our kingdom's earth should not be soiled
 125  With that dear blood which it hath fostere\d,
 126  And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
 127  Of civil wounds ploughed up with neighbours' swords,
 128  Which, so roused up with boist'rous untuned drums,
 129  With harsh-resounding trumpets' dreadful bray,
 130  And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,
 131  Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace
 132  And make us wade even in our kindred's blood,
 133  Therefore we banish you our territories.
 134  You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,
 135  Till twice five summers have enriched our fields
 136  Shall not regreet our fair dominions,
 137  But tread the stranger paths of banishment.
 138  <S BOLINGBROKE> Your will be done. This must my comfort be:
 139  That sun that warms you here shall shine on me,
 140  And those his golden beams to you here lent
 141  Shall point on me and gild my banishment.
 142  <S KING RICHARD> Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
 143  Which I with some unwillingness pronounce.
 144  The sly slow hours shall not determinate
 145  The dateless limit of thy dear exile.
 146  The hopeless word of `never to return"
 147  Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
 148  <S MOWBRAY> A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,
 149  And all unlooked-for from your highness' mouth.
 150  A dearer merit, not so deep a maim
 151  As to be cast forth in the common air,
 152  Have I deserve\d at your highness' hands.
 153  The language I have learnt these forty years,
 154  My native English, now I must forgo,
 155  And now my tongue's use is to me no more
 156  Than an unstringe\d viol or a harp,
 157  Or like a cunning instrument cased up,
 158  Or, being open, put into his hands
 159  That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
 160  Within my mouth you have enjailed my tongue,
 161  Doubly portcullised with my teeth and lips,
 162  And dull unfeeling barren ignorance
 163  Is made my jailer to attend on me.
 164  I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
 165  Too far in years to be a pupil now.
 166  What is thy sentence then but speechless death,
 167  Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?
 168  <S KING RICHARD> It boots thee not to be compassionate.
 169  After our sentence, plaining comes too late.
 170  <S MOWBRAY> Then thus I turn me from my country's light,
 171  To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.
 172  <S KING RICHARD> Return again, and take an oath with thee.
 173  <T asd> {(To both)}<T verse> Lay on our royal sword your banished        +
 173  hands.
 174  Swear by the duty that you owe to God_
 175  Our part therein we banish with yourselves_
 176  To keep the oath that we administer.
 177  You never shall, so help you truth and God,
 178  Embrace each other's love in banishment,
 179  Nor never look upon each other's face,
 180  Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile
 181  This low'ring tempest of your home-bred hate,
 182  Nor never by advise\d purpose meet
 183  To plot, contrive, or complot any ill
 184  'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.
 185B <S BOLINGBROKE> I swear.<S MOWBRAY> And I, to keep all this.
 186  <S BOLINGBROKE> Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:
 187  By this time, had the King permitted us,
 188  One of our souls had wandered in the air,
 189  Banished this frail sepulchre of our flesh,
 190  As now our flesh is banished from this land.
 191  Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm.
 192  Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
 193  The clogging burden of a guilty soul.
 194  <S MOWBRAY> No, Bolingbroke, if ever I were traitor,
 195  My name be blotted from the book of life,
 196  And I from heaven banished as from hence.
 197  But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know,
 198  And all too soon I fear the King shall rue.
 199  Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray:
 200  Save back to England, all the world's my way.<T esd> {Exit}
 201  <S KING RICHARD> <T verse> Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes
 202  I see thy grieve\d heart. Thy sad aspect
 203  Hath from the number of his banished years
 204  Plucked four away.<T asd> {(To Bolingbroke)}<T verse> Six frozen         +
 204  winters spent,
 205  Return with welcome home from banishment.
 206  <S BOLINGBROKE> How long a time lies in one little word!
 207  Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
 208  End in a word: such is the breath of kings.
 209  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> I thank my liege that in regard of me
 210  He shortens four years of my son's exile.
 211  But little vantage shall I reap thereby,
 212  For ere the six years that he hath to spend
 213  Can change their moons and bring their times about,
 214  My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light
 215  Shall be extinct with age and endless night.
 216  My inch of taper will be burnt and done,
 217  And blindfold death not let me see my son.
 218  <S KING RICHARD> Why, uncle, thou hast many years to live.
 219  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> But not a minute, King, that thou canst give.
 220  Shorten my days thou canst with sudden sorrow,
 221  And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow.
 222  Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
 223  But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.
 224  Thy word is current with him for my death,
 225  But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.
 226  <S KING RICHARD> Thy son is banished upon good advice,
 227  Whereto thy tongue a party verdict gave.
 228  Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour?
 229  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
 230  You urged me as a judge, but I had rather
 231  You would have bid me argue like a father.
 232  Alas, I looked when some of you should say
 233  I was too strict to make mine own away,
 234  But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue
 235  Against my will to do myself this wrong.
 236  <S KING RICHARD> Cousin, farewell; and uncle, bid him so.
 237  Six years we banish him, and he shall go.<T esd> {[Flourish.] Exeunt     +
 237  all but Aumerle, the Lord Marshal, John of Gaunt, and Bolingbroke}
 238  <S AUMERLE> <T asd> {(to Bolingbroke)}<T verse> Cousin, farewell. What   +
 238  presence must not know,
 239  From where you do remain let paper show.<T esd> {[Exit]}
 240  <S LORD MARSHAL> <T asd> {(to Bolingbroke)}<T verse> My lord, no leave   +
 240  take I, for I will ride
 241  As far as land will let me by your side.
 242  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> <T asd> {(to Bolingbroke)}<T verse> O, to what         +
 242  purpose dost thou hoard thy words,
 243  That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends?
 244  <S BOLINGBROKE> I have too few to take my leave of you,
 245  When the tongue's office should be prodigal
 246  To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart.
 247  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.
 248  <S BOLINGBROKE> Joy absent, grief is present for that time.
 249  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> What is six winters? They are quickly gone.
 250  <S BOLINGBROKE> To men in joy, but grief makes one hour ten.
 251  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> Call it a travel that thou tak'st for pleasure.
 252  <S BOLINGBROKE> My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,
 253  Which finds it an enforce\d pilgrimage.
 254  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> The sullen passage of thy weary steps
 255  Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set
 256  The precious jewel of thy home return.
 257  <S BOLINGBROKE> O, who can hold a fire in his hand
 258  By thinking on the frosty Caucasus,
 259  Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
 260  By bare imagination of a feast,
 261  Or wallow naked in December snow
 262  By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
 263  O no, the apprehension of the good
 264  Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
 265  Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more
 266  Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.
 267  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way.
 268  Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.
 269  <S BOLINGBROKE> Then England's ground, farewell. Sweet soil, adieu,
 270  My mother and my nurse that bears me yet!
 271  Where'er I wander, boast of this I can:
 272  Though banished, yet a trueborn Englishman.<T esd> {Exeunt}
   0  <Y 4> <T dsd> {Enter King Richard with [Green and Bagot] at one door,    +
   0  and the Lord Aumerle at another}
   1  <S KING RICHARD> <T verse> We did observe._Cousin Aumerle,
   2  How far brought you high Hereford on his way?
   3  <S AUMERLE> I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,
   4  But to the next highway, and there I left him.
   5  <S KING RICHARD> And say, what store of parting tears were shed?
   6  <S AUMERLE> Faith, none for me, except the north-east wind,
   7  Which then grew bitterly against our faces,
   8  Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance
   9  Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.
  10  <S KING RICHARD> What said our cousin when you parted with him?
  11  <S AUMERLE> `Farewell." And for my heart disdaine\d that my tongue
  12  Should so profane the word, that taught me craft
  13  To counterfeit oppression of such grief
  14  That words seemed buried in my sorrow's grave.
  15  Marry, would the word `farewell" have lengthened hours
  16  And added years to his short banishment,
  17  He should have had a volume of farewells;
  18  But since it would not, he had none of me.
  19  <S KING RICHARD> He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,
  20  When time shall call him home from banishment,
  21  Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.
  22  Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green
  23  Observed his courtship to the common people,
  24  How he did seem to dive into their hearts
  25  With humble and familiar courtesy,
  26  What reverence he did throw away on slaves,
  27  Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles
  28  And patient underbearing of his fortune,
  29  As 'twere to banish their affects with him.
  30  Off goes his bonnet to an oysterwench.
  31  A brace of draymen bid God speed him well,
  32  And had the tribute of his supple knee
  33  With `Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends",
  34  As were our England in reversion his,
  35  And he our subjects' next degree in hope.
  36  <S GREEN> Well, he is gone, and with him go these thoughts.
  37  Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland.
  38  Expedient manage must be made, my liege,
  39  Ere further leisure yield them further means
  40  For their advantage and your highness' loss.
  41  <S KING RICHARD> We will ourself in person to this war,
  42  And for our coffers with too great a court
  43  And liberal largess are grown somewhat light,
  44  We are enforced to farm our royal realm,
  45  The revenue whereof shall furnish us
  46  For our affairs in hand. If that come short,
  47  Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters,
  48  Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,
  49  They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold,
  50  And send them after to supply our wants;
  51  For we will make for Ireland presently.<T dsd> {Enter Bushy}
  52  <T verse> Bushy, what news?
  53  <S BUSHY> Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,
  54  Suddenly taken, and hath sent post-haste
  55  To entreat your majesty to visit him.
  56A <S KING RICHARD> Where lies he?
  57A <S BUSHY> At Ely House.
  58  <S KING RICHARD> Now put it, God, in his physician's mind
  59  To help him to his grave immediately.
  60  The lining of his coffers shall make coats
  61  To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.
  62  Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him.
  63  Pray God we may make haste and come too late!<T esd> {Exeunt}
   0  <X 2> <Y 1> <T dsd> {Enter John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, sick,       +
   0  [carried in a chair,] with the Duke of York}
   1  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> <T verse> Will the King come, that I may breathe my    +
   1  last
   2  In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?
   3  <S YORK> Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath,
   4  For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.
   5  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> O, but they say the tongues of dying men
   6  Enforce attention, like deep harmony.
   7  Where words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain,
   8  For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
   9  He that no more must say is listened more
  10  Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose.
  11  More are men's ends marked than their lives before.
  12  The setting sun, and music at the close,
  13  As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
  14  Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
  15  Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear,
  16  My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.
  17  <S YORK> No, it is stopped with other, flattering sounds,
  18  As praises of whose taste the wise are feared,
  19  Lascivious metres to whose venom sound
  20  The open ear of youth doth always listen,
  21  Report of fashions in proud Italy,
  22  Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation
  23  Limps after in base imitation.
  24  Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity_
  25  So it be new there's no respect how vile_
  26  That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?
  27  Then all too late comes counsel, to be heard
  28  Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard.
  29  Direct not him whose way himself will choose:
  30  'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.
  31  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> Methinks I am a prophet new-inspired,
  32  And thus, expiring, do foretell of him.
  33  His rash, fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
  34  For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
  35  Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.
  36  He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes.
  37  With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder.
  38  Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
  39  Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
  40  This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
  41  This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
  42  This other Eden, demi-paradise,
  43  This fortress built by nature for herself
  44  Against infection and the hand of war,
  45  This happy breed of men, this little world,
  46  This precious stone set in the silver sea,
  47  Which serves it in the office of a wall,
  48  Or as a moat defensive to a house
  49  Against the envy of less happier lands;
  50  This blesse\d plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
  51  This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
  52  Feared by their breed and famous by their birth,
  53  Renowne\d for their deeds as far from home
  54  For Christian service and true chivalry
  55  As is the sepulchre, in stubborn Jewry,
  56  Of the world's ransom, blesse\d Mary's son;
  57  This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
  58  Dear for her reputation through the world,
  59  Is now leased out_I die pronouncing it_
  60  Like to a tenement or pelting farm.
  61  England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
  62  Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
  63  Of wat'ry Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
  64  With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds.
  65  That England that was wont to conquer others
  66  Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
  67  Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
  68  How happy then were my ensuing death!<T dsd> {Enter King Richard and     +
  68  the Queen; [the Duke of Aumerle,] Bushy, [Green, Bagot,] Lord Ross, and  +
  68  Lord Willoughby}
  69  <S YORK> <T verse> The King is come. Deal mildly with his youth,
  70  For young hot colts, being reined, do rage the more.
  71  <S QUEEN> How fares our noble uncle Lancaster?
  72  <S KING RICHARD> What comfort, man? How is 't with age\d Gaunt?
  73  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> O, how that name befits my composition!
  74  Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old.
  75  Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast,
  76  And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt?
  77  For sleeping England long time have I watched.
  78  Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt.
  79  The pleasure that some fathers feed upon
  80  Is my strict fast: I mean my children's looks.
  81  And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt.
  82  Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave,
  83  Whose hollow womb inherits naught but bones.
  84  <S KING RICHARD> Can sick men play so nicely with their names?
  85  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
  86  Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me,
  87  I mock my name, great King, to flatter thee.
  88  <S KING RICHARD> Should dying men flatter with those that live?
  89  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> No, no, men living flatter those that die.
  90  <S KING RICHARD> Thou now a-dying sayst thou flatt'rest me.
  91  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> O no: thou diest, though I the sicker be.
  92  <S KING RICHARD> I am in health; I breathe, and see thee ill.
  93  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> Now He that made me knows I see thee ill:
  94  Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill.
  95  Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
  96  Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
  97  And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
  98  Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure
  99  Of those physicians that first wounded thee.
 100  A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,
 101  Whose compass is no bigger than thy head,
 102  And yet, encage\d in so small a verge,
 103  The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.
 104  O, had thy grandsire with a prophet's eye
 105  Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons,
 106  From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame,
 107  Deposing thee before thou wert possessed,
 108  Which art possessed now to depose thyself.
 109  Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world
 110  It were a shame to let this land by lease.
 111  But, for thy world, enjoying but this land,
 112  Is it not more than shame to shame it so?
 113  Landlord of England art thou now, not king.
 114  Thy state of law is bondslave to the law,
 115  And_
 116  <S KING RICHARD> And thou, a lunatic lean-witted fool,
 117  Presuming on an ague's privilege,
 118  Dar'st with thy frozen admonition
 119  Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood
 120  With fury from his native residence.
 121  Now by my seat's right royal majesty,
 122  Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son,
 123  This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head
 124  Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.
 125  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son,
 126  For that I was his father Edward's son.
 127  That blood already, like the pelican,
 128  Hast thou tapped out and drunkenly caroused.
 129  My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul_
 130  Whom fair befall in heaven 'mongst happy souls_
 131  May be a precedent and witness good
 132  That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood.
 133  Join with the present sickness that I have,
 134  And thy unkindness be like crooke\d age,
 135  To crop at once a too-long withered flower.
 136  Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee.
 137  These words hereafter thy tormentors be.
 138  <T asd> {(To attendants)}<T verse> Convey me to my bed, then to my       +
 138  grave.
 139  Love they to live that love and honour have.<T esd> {Exit, [carried in   +
 139  the chair]}
 140  <S KING RICHARD> <T verse> And let them die that age and sullens have,
 141  For both hast thou, and both become the grave.
 142  <S YORK> I do beseech your majesty impute his words
 143  To wayward sickliness and age in him.
 144  He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear
 145  As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here.
 146  <S KING RICHARD> Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his.
 147  As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.<T dsd> {Enter the Earl of       +
 147  Northumberland}
 148  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> <T verse> My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your    +
 148  majesty.
 149B <S KING RICHARD> What says he?<S NORTHUMBERLAND> Nay, nothing: all is    +
 149B said.
 150  His tongue is now a stringless instrument.
 151  Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
 152  <S YORK> Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!
 153  Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
 154  <S KING RICHARD> The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he.
 155  His time is spent; our pilgrimage must be.
 156  So much for that. Now for our Irish wars.
 157  We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns,
 158  Which live like venom where no venom else
 159  But only they have privilege to live.
 160  And for these great affairs do ask some charge,
 161  Towards our assistance we do seize to us
 162  The plate, coin, revenues, and movables
 163  Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possessed.
 164  <S YORK> How long shall I be patient? Ah, how long
 165  Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?
 166  Not Gloucester's death, nor Hereford's banishment,
 167  Nor Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs,
 168  Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke
 169  About his marriage, nor my own disgrace,
 170  Have ever made me sour my patient cheek,
 171  Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face.
 172  I am the last of noble Edward's sons,
 173  Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first.
 174  In war was never lion raged more fierce,
 175  In peace was never gentle lamb more mild,
 176  Than was that young and princely gentleman.
 177  His face thou hast, for even so looked he,
 178  Accomplished with the number of thy hours.
 179  But when he frowned it was against the French,
 180  And not against his friends. His noble hand
 181  Did win what he did spend, and spent not that
 182  Which his triumphant father's hand had won.
 183  His hands were guilty of no kindred blood,
 184  But bloody with the enemies of his kin.
 185  O, Richard, York is too far gone with grief,
 186  Or else he never would compare between.
 187B <S KING RICHARD> Why uncle, what's the matter?<S YORK> O my liege,
 188  Pardon me if you please; if not, I, pleased
 189  Not to be pardoned, am content withal.
 190  Seek you to seize and grip into your hands
 191  The royalties and rights of banished Hereford?
 192  Is not Gaunt dead? And doth not Hereford live?
 193  Was not Gaunt just? And is not Harry true?
 194  Did not the one deserve to have an heir?
 195  Is not his heir a well-deserving son?
 196  Take Hereford's rights away, and take from Time
 197  His charters and his customary rights:
 198  Let not tomorrow then ensue today;
 199  Be not thyself, for how art thou a king
 200  But by fair sequence and succession?
 201  Now afore God_God forbid I say true!_
 202  If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,
 203  Call in the letters patents that he hath
 204  By his attorneys general to sue
 205  His livery, and deny his offered homage,
 206  You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,
 207  You lose a thousand well-dispose\d hearts,
 208  And prick my tender patience to those thoughts
 209  Which honour and allegiance cannot think.
 210  <S KING RICHARD> Think what you will, we seize into our hands
 211  His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands.
 212  <S YORK> I'll not be by the while. My liege, farewell.
 213  What will ensue hereof there's none can tell.
 214  But by bad courses may be understood
 215  That their events can never fall out good.<T esd> {Exit}
 216  <S KING RICHARD> <T verse> Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire           +
 216  straight.
 217  Bid him repair to us to Ely House
 218  To see this business. Tomorrow next
 219  We will for Ireland, and 'tis time, I trow.
 220  And we create, in absence of ourself,
 221  Our uncle York Lord Governor of England;
 222  For he is just and always loved us well._
 223  Come on, our Queen; tomorrow must we part.
 224  Be merry, for our time of stay is short.
 225  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.
 226  <S ROSS> And living too, for now his son is Duke.
 227  <S WILLOUGHBY> Barely in title, not in revenues.
 228  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Richly in both, if justice had her right.
 229  <S ROSS> My heart is great, but it must break with silence
 230  Ere 't be disburdened with a liberal tongue.
 231  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Nay, speak thy mind, and let him ne'er speak more
 232  That speaks thy words again to do thee harm.
 233  <S WILLOUGHBY> Tends that that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of         +
 233  Hereford?
 234  If it be so, out with it boldly, man.
 235  Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.
 236  <S ROSS> No good at all that I can do for him,
 237  Unless you call it good to pity him,
 238  Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.
 239  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Now afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne
 240  In him, a royal prince, and many more
 241  Of noble blood in this declining land.
 242  The King is not himself, but basely led
 243  By flatterers; and what they will inform
 244  Merely in hate 'gainst any of us all,
 245  That will the King severely prosecute
 246  'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.
 247  <S ROSS> The commons hath he pilled with grievous taxes,
 248  And quite lost their hearts. The nobles hath he fined
 249  For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.
 250  <S WILLOUGHBY> And daily new exactions are devised,
 251  As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what.
 252  But what, a' God's name, doth become of this?
 253  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Wars hath not wasted it; for warred he hath not,
 254  But basely yielded upon compromise
 255  That which his ancestors achieved with blows.
 256  More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.
 257  <S ROSS> The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.
 258  <S WILLOUGHBY> The King's grown bankrupt like a broken man.
 259  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.
 260  <S ROSS> He hath not money for these Irish wars,
 261  His burdenous taxations notwithstanding,
 262  But by the robbing of the banished Duke.
 263  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> His noble kinsman. Most degenerate King!
 264  But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,
 265  Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm.
 266  We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
 267  And yet we strike not, but securely perish.
 268  <S ROSS> We see the very wreck that we must suffer,
 269  And unavoided is the danger now
 270  For suffering so the causes of our wreck.
 271  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Not so: even through the hollow eyes of death
 272  I spy life peering; but I dare not say
 273  How near the tidings of our comfort is.
 274  <S WILLOUGHBY> Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.
 275  <S ROSS> Be confident to speak, Northumberland.
 276  We three are but thyself, and, speaking so,
 277  Thy words are but as thoughts. Therefore be bold.
 278  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Then thus. I have from Port le Blanc,
 279  A bay in Brittaine, received intelligence
 280  That Harry Duke of Hereford, Reinold Lord Cobham,
 281  Thomas son and heir to the Earl of Arundel
 282  That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,
 283  His brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury,
 284  Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir Thomas Ramston,
 285  Sir John Norbery,
 286  Sir Robert Waterton, and Francis Coint,
 287  All these well furnished by the Duke of Brittaine
 288  With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war,
 289  Are making hither with all due expedience,
 290  And shortly mean to touch our northern shore.
 291  Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay
 292  The first departing of the King for Ireland.
 293  If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,
 294  Imp out our drooping country's broken wing,
 295  Redeem from broking pawn the blemished crown,
 296  Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt,
 297  And make high majesty look like itself,
 298  Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh.
 299  But if you faint, as fearing to do so,
 300  Stay, and be secret, and myself will go.
 301  <S ROSS> To horse, to horse! Urge doubts to them that fear.
 302  <S WILLOUGHBY> Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.<T esd>      +
 302  {Exeunt}
   0  <Y 2> <T dsd> {Enter the Queen, Bushy, and Bagot}
   1  <S BUSHY> <T verse> Madam, your majesty is too much sad.
   2  You promised when you parted with the King
   3  To lay aside life-harming heaviness
   4  And entertain a cheerful disposition.
   5  <S QUEEN> To please the King I did; to please myself
   6  I cannot do it. Yet I know no cause
   7  Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
   8  Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest
   9  As my sweet Richard. Yet again, methinks
  10  Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
  11  Is coming towards me; and my inward soul
  12  At nothing trembles. With something it grieves
  13  More than with parting from my lord the King.
  14  <S BUSHY> Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
  15  Which shows like grief itself but is not so.
  16  For sorrow's eye, glaze\d with blinding tears,
  17  Divides one thing entire to many objects_
  18  Like perspectives, which, rightly gazed upon,
  19  Show nothing but confusion; eyed awry,
  20  Distinguish form. So your sweet majesty,
  21  Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
  22  Find shapes of grief more than himself to wail,
  23  Which, looked on as it is, is naught but shadows
  24  Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious Queen,
  25  More than your lord's departure weep not: more is not seen,
  26  Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,
  27  Which for things true weeps things imaginary.
  28  <S QUEEN> It may be so, but yet my inward soul
  29  Persuades me it is otherwise. Howe'er it be,
  30  I cannot but be sad: so heavy-sad
  31  As thought_on thinking on no thought I think_
  32  Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.
  33  <S BUSHY> 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.
  34  <S QUEEN> 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived
  35  From some forefather grief; mine is not so;
  36  For nothing hath begot my something grief_
  37  Or something hath the nothing that I grieve_
  38  'Tis in reversion that I do possess_
  39  But what it is that is not yet known what,
  40  I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.<T dsd> {Enter Green}
  41  <S GREEN> <T verse> God save your majesty, and well met, gentlemen.
  42  I hope the King is not yet shipped for Ireland.
  43  <S QUEEN> Why hop'st thou so? 'Tis better hope he is,
  44  For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope.
  45  Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipped?
  46  <S GREEN> That he, our hope, might have retired his power,
  47  And driven into despair an enemy's hope,
  48  Who strongly hath set footing in this land.
  49  The banished Bolingbroke repeals himself,
  50  And with uplifted arms is safe arrived
  51B At Ravenspurgh.<S QUEEN> Now God in heaven forbid!
  52  <S GREEN> Ah madam, 'tis too true! And, that is worse,
  53  The Lord Northumberland, his son young Harry Percy,
  54  The Lords of Ross, Beaumont, and Willoughby,
  55  With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.
  56  <S BUSHY> Why have you not proclaimed Northumberland,
  57  And all the rest, revolted faction-traitors?
  58  <S GREEN> We have; whereupon the Earl of Worcester
  59  Hath broke his staff, resigned his stewardship,
  60  And all the household servants fled with him
  61  To Bolingbroke.
  62  <S QUEEN> So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,
  63  And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir.
  64  Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
  65  And I, a gasping new-delivered mother,
  66  Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joined.
  67B <S BUSHY> Despair not, madam.<S QUEEN> Who shall hinder me?
  68  I will despair, and be at enmity
  69  With cozening hope. He is a flatterer,
  70  A parasite, a keeper-back of death,
  71  Who gently would dissolve the bonds of life,
  72  Which false hope lingers in extremity.<T dsd> {Enter the Duke of York,   +
  72  [wearing a gorget]}
  73A <S GREEN> <T verse> Here comes the Duke of York.
  74  <S QUEEN> With signs of war about his age\d neck.
  75  O, full of careful business are his looks!
  76  Uncle, for God's sake speak comfortable words.
  77  <S YORK> Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts.
  78  Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth,
  79  Where nothing lives but crosses, cares, and grief.
  80  Your husband, he is gone to save far off,
  81  Whilst others come to make him lose at home.
  82  Here am I, left to underprop his land,
  83  Who, weak with age, cannot support myself.
  84  Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made.
  85  Now shall he try his friends that flattered him.<T dsd> {Enter a         +
  85  Servingman}
  86  <S SERVINGMAN> <T verse> My lord, your son was gone before I came.
  87  <S YORK> He was? Why so, go all which way it will.
  88  The nobles they are fled. The commons they are cold,
  89  And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.
  90  Sirrah, get thee to Pleshey, to my sister Gloucester.
  91  Bid her send me presently a thousand pound_
  92  Hold; take my ring.
  93  <S SERVINGMAN> My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship,
  94  Today as I came by I calle\d there_
  95  But I shall grieve you to report the rest.
  96A <S YORK> What is 't, knave?
  97  <S SERVINGMAN> An hour before I came, the Duchess died.
  98  <S YORK> God for his mercy, what a tide of woes
  99  Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!
 100  I know not what to do. I would to God,
 101  So my untruth had not provoked him to it,
 102  The King had cut off my head with my brother's.
 103  What, are there no posts dispatched for Ireland?
 104  How shall we do for money for these wars?
 105  <T asd> {(To the Queen)}<T verse> Come, sister_cousin, I would say;      +
 105  pray pardon me.
 106  <T asd> {(To the Servingman)}<T verse> Go, fellow, get thee home.        +
 106  Provide some carts,
 107  And bring away the armour that is there.<T esd> {[Exit Servingman]}
 108  <T verse> Gentlemen, will you go muster men?
 109  If I know how or which way to order these affairs
 110  Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,
 111  Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen.
 112  T' one is my sovereign, whom both my oath
 113  And duty bids defend; t' other again
 114  Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wronged,
 115  Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.
 116  Well, somewhat we must do.<T asd> {(To the Queen)}<T verse> Come,        +
 116  cousin,
 117  I'll dispose of you._
 118  Gentlemen, go muster up your men,
 119  And meet me presently at Berkeley Castle.
 120  I should to Pleshey too, but time will not permit.
 121  All is uneven,
 122  And everything is left at six and seven.<T esd> {Exeunt the Duke of      +
 122  York and the Queen. Bushy, Bagot, and Green remain}
 123  <S BUSHY> <T verse> The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland,
 124  But none returns. For us to levy power
 125  Proportionable to the enemy
 126  Is all unpossible.
 127  <S GREEN> Besides, our nearness to the King in love
 128  Is near the hate of those love not the King.
 129  <S BAGOT> And that is the wavering commons; for their love
 130  Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them
 131  By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
 132  <S BUSHY> Wherein the King stands generally condemned.
 133  <S BAGOT> If judgement lie in them, then so do we,
 134  Because we ever have been near the King.
 135  <S GREEN> Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol Castle.
 136  The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.
 137  <S BUSHY> Thither will I with you; for little office
 138  Will the hateful commoners perform for us,
 139  Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.
 140  <T asd> {(To Bagot)}<T verse> Will you go along with us?
 141  <S BAGOT> No, I will to Ireland, to his majesty.
 142  Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain
 143  We three here part that ne'er shall meet again.
 144  <S BUSHY> That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.
 145  <S GREEN> Alas, poor Duke, the task he undertakes
 146  Is numb'ring sands and drinking oceans dry.
 147  Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
 148  <S [BAGOT]> Farewell at once, for once, for all and ever.
 149B <S BUSHY> Well, we may meet again.<S BAGOT> I fear me never.<T esd>      +
 149B {Exeunt [Bushy and Green at one door, and Bagot at another door]}
   0  <Y 3> <T dsd> {Enter Bolingbroke Duke of Lancaster and Hereford, and     +
   0  the Earl of Northumberland}
   1  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse> How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
   2A <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Believe me, noble lord,
   3  I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire.
   4  These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
   5  Draws out our miles and makes them wearisome;
   6  And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
   7  Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
   8  But I bethink me what a weary way
   9  From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found
  10  In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,
  11  Which I protest hath very much beguiled
  12  The tediousness and process of my travel.
  13  But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
  14  The present benefit which I possess;
  15  And hope to joy is little less in joy
  16  Than hope enjoyed. By this the weary lords
  17  Shall make their way seem short as mine hath done
  18  By sight of what I have: your noble company.
  19  <S BOLINGBROKE> Of much less value is my company
  20B Than your good words.<T dsd> {Enter Harry Percy}<T verse> But who comes  +
  20B here?
  21  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> It is my son, young Harry Percy,
  22  Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.
  23  Harry, how fares your uncle?
  24  <S HARRY PERCY> I had thought, my lord, to have learned his health of    +
  24  you.
  25A <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Why, is he not with the Queen?
  26  <S HARRY PERCY> No, my good lord; he hath forsook the court,
  27  Broken his staff of office, and dispersed
  28B The household of the King.<S NORTHUMBERLAND> What was his reason?
  29  He was not so resolved when last we spake together.
  30  <S HARRY PERCY> Because your lordship was proclaime\d traitor.
  31  But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh
  32  To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
  33  And sent me over by Berkeley to discover
  34  What power the Duke of York had levied there,
  35  Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.
  36  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?
  37  <S HARRY PERCY> No, my good lord, for that is not forgot
  38  Which ne'er I did remember. To my knowledge,
  39  I never in my life did look on him.
  40  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Then learn to know him now. This is the Duke.
  41  <S HARRY PERCY> My gracious lord, I tender you my service,
  42  Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,
  43  Which elder days shall ripen and confirm
  44  To more approve\d service and desert.
  45  <S BOLINGBROKE> I thank thee, gentle Percy, and be sure
  46  I count myself in nothing else so happy
  47  As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends;
  48  And as my fortune ripens with thy love,
  49  It shall be still thy true love's recompense.
  50  My heart this covenant makes; my hand thus seals it.<T dsd> {He gives    +
  50  Percy his hand}
  51  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> <T verse> How far is it to Berkeley, and what stir
  52  Keeps good old York there with his men of war?
  53  <S HARRY PERCY> There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,
  54  Manned with three hundred men, as I have heard,
  55  And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour,
  56  None else of name and noble estimate.<T dsd> {Enter Lord Ross and Lord   +
  56  Willoughby}
  57  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> <T verse> Here come the Lords of Ross and             +
  57  Willoughby,
  58  Bloody with spurring, fiery red with haste.
  59  <S BOLINGBROKE> Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues
  60  A banished traitor. All my treasury
  61  Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enriched,
  62  Shall be your love and labour's recompense.
  63  <S ROSS> Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.
  64  <S WILLOUGHBY> And far surmounts our labour to attain it.
  65  <S BOLINGBROKE> Evermore thank's the exchequer of the poor,
  66  Which till my infant fortune comes to years
  67B Stands for my bounty.<T dsd> {Enter Berkeley}<T verse> But who comes     +
  67B here?
  68  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> It is my lord of Berkeley, as I guess.
  69  <S BERKELEY> My lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
  70  <S BOLINGBROKE> My lord, my answer is to `Lancaster",
  71  And I am come to seek that name in England,
  72  And I must find that title in your tongue
  73  Before I make reply to aught you say.
  74  <S BERKELEY> Mistake me not, my lord, 'tis not my meaning
  75  To raze one title of your honour out.
  76  To you, my lord, I come_what lord you will_
  77  From the most gracious regent of this land,
  78  The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
  79  To take advantage of the absent time
  80  And fright our native peace with self-borne arms.<T dsd> {Enter the      +
  80  Duke of York}
  81  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse> I shall not need transport my words by you.
  82  Here comes his grace in person._My noble uncle!<T dsd> {He kneels}
  83  <S YORK> <T verse> Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
  84  Whose duty is deceivable and false.
  85A <S BOLINGBROKE> My gracious uncle_
  86  <S YORK> Tut, tut, grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.
  87  I am no traitor's uncle, and that word `grace"
  88  In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
  89  Why have those banished and forbidden legs
  90  Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?
  91  But then more `why": why have they dared to march
  92  So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,
  93  Frighting her pale-faced villages with war
  94  And ostentation of despise\d arms?
  95  Com'st thou because the anointed King is hence?
  96  Why, foolish boy, the King is left behind,
  97  And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
  98  Were I but now the lord of such hot youth
  99  As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself
 100  Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
 101  From forth the ranks of many thousand French,
 102  O then how quickly should this arm of mine,
 103  Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee
 104  And minister correction to thy fault!
 105  <S BOLINGBROKE> My gracious uncle, let me know my fault.
 106  On what condition stands it and wherein?
 107  <S YORK> Even in condition of the worst degree:
 108  In gross rebellion and detested treason.
 109  Thou art a banished man, and here art come
 110  Before the expiration of thy time
 111  In braving arms against thy sovereign.
 112  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T asd> {[standing]}<T verse> As I was banished, I was   +
 112  banished Hereford;
 113  But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
 114  And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,
 115  Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye.
 116  You are my father, for methinks in you
 117  I see old Gaunt alive. O then, my father,
 118  Will you permit that I shall stand condemned
 119  A wandering vagabond, my rights and royalties
 120  Plucked from my arms perforce and given away
 121  To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?
 122  If that my cousin King be King in England,
 123  It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.
 124  You have a son, Aumerle my noble kinsman.
 125  Had you first died and he been thus trod down,
 126  He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father
 127  To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.
 128  I am denied to sue my livery here,
 129  And yet my letters patents give me leave.
 130  My father's goods are all distrained and sold,
 131  And these and all are all amiss employed.
 132  What would you have me do? I am a subject,
 133  And I challenge law; attorneys are denied me;
 134  And therefore personally I lay my claim
 135  To my inheritance of free descent.
 136  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> The noble Duke hath been too much abused.
 137  <S ROSS> It stands your grace upon to do him right.
 138  <S WILLOUGHBY> Base men by his endowments are made great.
 139  <S YORK> My lords of England, let me tell you this.
 140  I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs,
 141  And laboured all I could to do him right.
 142  But in this kind to come, in braving arms,
 143  Be his own carver, and cut out his way
 144  To find out right with wrong_it may not be.
 145  And you that do abet him in this kind
 146  Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.
 147  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> The noble Duke hath sworn his coming is
 148  But for his own, and for the right of that
 149  We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;
 150  And let him never see joy that breaks that oath.
 151  <S YORK> Well, well, I see the issue of these arms.
 152  I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
 153  Because my power is weak and all ill-left.
 154  But if I could, by Him that gave me life,
 155  I would attach you all, and make you stoop
 156  Unto the sovereign mercy of the King.
 157  But since I cannot, be it known to you
 158  I do remain as neuter. So fare you well_
 159  Unless you please to enter in the castle
 160  And there repose you for this night.
 161  <S BOLINGBROKE> An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
 162  But we must win your grace to go with us
 163  To Bristol Castle, which they say is held
 164  By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices,
 165  The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
 166  Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
 167  <S YORK> It may be I will go with you_but yet I'll pause,
 168  For I am loath to break our country's laws.
 169  Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are.
 170  Things past redress are now with me past care.<T esd> {Exeunt}
   0  <Y 4> <T dsd> {Enter the Earl of Salisbury and a Welsh Captain}
   1  <S WELSH CAPTAIN> <T verse> My lord of Salisbury, we have stayed ten     +
   1  days,
   2  And hardly kept our countrymen together,
   3  And yet we hear no tidings from the King.
   4  Therefore we will disperse ourselves. Farewell.
   5  <S SALISBURY> Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman.
   6  The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.
   7  <S WELSH CAPTAIN> 'Tis thought the King is dead. We will not stay.
   8  The bay trees in our country are all withered,
   9  And meteors fright the fixe\d stars of heaven.
  10  The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth,
  11  And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change.
  12  Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap;
  13  The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
  14  The other to enjoy by rage and war.
  15  These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.
  16  Farewell. Our countrymen are gone and fled,
  17  As well assured Richard their king is dead.<T esd> {Exit}
  18  <S SALISBURY> <T verse> Ah, Richard! With the eyes of heavy mind
  19  I see thy glory, like a shooting star,
  20  Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
  21  Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
  22  Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest.
  23  Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,
  24  And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.<T esd> {Exit}
   0  <X 3> <Y 1> <T dsd> {Enter Bolingbroke Duke of Lancaster and Hereford,   +
   0  the Duke of York, the Earl of Northumberland, [Lord Ross, Harry Percy,   +
   0  and Lord Willoughby]}
   1A <S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse> Bring forth these men.<T dsd> {Enter Bushy     +
   1A and Green, guarded as prisoners}
   2  <T verse> Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls,
   3  Since presently your souls must part your bodies,
   4  With too much urging your pernicious lives,
   5  For 'twere no charity. Yet to wash your blood
   6  From off my hands, here in the view of men
   7  I will unfold some causes of your deaths.
   8  You have misled a prince, a royal king,
   9  A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
  10  By you unhappied and disfigured clean.
  11  You have, in manner, with your sinful hours
  12  Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,
  13  Broke the possession of a royal bed,
  14  And stained the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
  15  With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.
  16  Myself_a prince by fortune of my birth,
  17  Near to the King in blood, and near in love
  18  Till you did make him misinterpret me_
  19  Have stooped my neck under your injuries,
  20  And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds,
  21  Eating the bitter bread of banishment,
  22  Whilst you have fed upon my signories,
  23  Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods,
  24  From my own windows torn my household coat,
  25  Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign,
  26  Save men's opinions and my living blood,
  27  To show the world I am a gentleman.
  28  This and much more, much more than twice all this,
  29  Condemns you to the death._See them delivered over
  30  To execution and the hand of death.
  31  <S BUSHY> More welcome is the stroke of death to me
  32  Than Bolingbroke to England.
  33  <S GREEN> My comfort is that heaven will take our souls,
  34  And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
  35  <S BOLINGBROKE> My lord Northumberland, see them dispatched.<T esd>      +
  35  {Exit Northumberland, with Bushy and Green, guarded}
  36  <T verse> Uncle, you say the Queen is at your house.
  37  For God's sake, fairly let her be intreated.
  38  Tell her I send to her my kind commends.
  39  Take special care my greetings be delivered.
  40  <S YORK> A gentleman of mine I have dispatched
  41  With letters of your love to her at large.
  42  <S BOLINGBROKE> Thanks, gentle uncle._Come, lords, away,
  43  To fight with Glyndwr and his complices.
  44  A while to work, and after, holiday.<T esd> {Exeunt}
   0  <Y 2> <T dsd> {[Flourish.] Enter King Richard, the Duke of Aumerle, the  +
   0  Bishop of Carlisle, and [soldiers, with drum and colours]}
   1  <S KING RICHARD> <T verse> Harlechly Castle call they this at hand?
   2  <S AUMERLE> Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air
   3  After your late tossing on the breaking seas?
   4  <S KING RICHARD> Needs must I like it well. I weep for joy
   5  To stand upon my kingdom once again.<T dsd> {He touches the ground}
   6  <T verse> Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,
   7  Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs.
   8  As a long-parted mother with her child
   9  Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting,
  10  So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee my earth,
  11  And do thee favours with my royal hands.
  12  Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,
  13  Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense;
  14  But let thy spiders that suck up thy venom
  15  And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way,
  16  Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet
  17  Which with usurping steps do trample thee.
  18  Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies,
  19  And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower
  20  Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder,
  21  Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
  22  Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies._
  23  Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords.
  24  This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones
  25  Prove arme\d soldiers, ere her native king
  26  Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.
  27  <S BISHOP OF CARLISLE> Fear not, my lord. That power that made you king
  28  Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.
  29  <S AUMERLE> He means, my lord, that we are too remiss,
  30  Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,
  31  Grows strong and great in substance and in friends.
  32  <S KING RICHARD> Discomfortable cousin, know'st thou not
  33  That when the searching eye of heaven is hid
  34  Behind the globe, that lights the lower world,
  35  Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen
  36  In murders and in outrage bloody here;
  37  But when from under this terrestrial ball
  38  He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines,
  39  And darts his light through every guilty hole,
  40  Then murders, treasons, and detested sins,
  41  The cloak of night being plucked from off their backs,
  42  Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves?
  43  So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke,
  44  Who all this while hath revelled in the night
  45  Whilst we were wand'ring with the Antipodes,
  46  Shall see us rising in our throne, the east,
  47  His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
  48  Not able to endure the sight of day,
  49  But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.
  50  Not all the water in the rough rude sea
  51  Can wash the balm from an anointed king.
  52  The breath of worldly men cannot depose
  53  The deputy elected by the Lord.
  54  For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed
  55  To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,
  56  God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay
  57  A glorious angel. Then if angels fight,
  58  Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the right.<T dsd> {Enter     +
  58  the Earl of Salisbury}
  59  <T verse> Welcome, my lord. How far off lies your power?
  60  <S SALISBURY> Nor nea'er nor farther off, my gracious lord,
  61  Than this weak arm. Discomfort guides my tongue,
  62  And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
  63  One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,
  64  Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth.
  65  O, call back yesterday, bid time return,
  66  And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men.
  67  Today, today, unhappy day too late,
  68  Overthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state;
  69  For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,
  70  Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed, and fled.
  71  <S AUMERLE> Comfort, my liege. Why looks your grace so pale?
  72  <S KING RICHARD> But now the blood of twenty thousand men
  73  Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;
  74  And till so much blood thither come again
  75  Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
  76  All souls that will be safe fly from my side,
  77  For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
  78  <S AUMERLE> Comfort, my liege. Remember who you are.
  79  <S KING RICHARD> I had forgot myself. Am I not King?
  80  Awake, thou sluggard majesty, thou sleep'st!
  81  Is not the King's name forty thousand names?
  82  Arm, arm, my name! A puny subject strikes
  83  At thy great glory. Look not to the ground,
  84  Ye favourites of a king: are we not high?
  85  High be our thoughts. I know my uncle York
  86B Hath power enough to serve our turn.<T dsd> {Enter Scrope}<T verse> But  +
  86B who comes here?
  87  <S SCROPE> More health and happiness betide my liege
  88  Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him.
  89  <S KING RICHARD> Mine ear is open and my heart prepared.
  90  The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.
  91  Say, is my kingdom lost? Why 'twas my care,
  92  And what loss is it to be rid of care?
  93  Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?
  94  Greater he shall not be. If he serve God
  95  We'll serve Him too, and be his fellow so.
  96  Revolt our subjects? That we cannot mend.
  97  They break their faith to God as well as us.
  98  Cry woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay:
  99  The worst is death, and death will have his day.
 100  <S SCROPE> Glad am I that your highness is so armed
 101  To bear the tidings of calamity.
 102  Like an unseasonable stormy day,
 103  Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores
 104  As if the world were all dissolved to tears,
 105  So high above his limits swells the rage
 106  Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land
 107  With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than steel.
 108  Whitebeards have armed their thin and hairless scalps
 109  Against thy majesty. Boys with women's voices
 110  Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints
 111  In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown.
 112  Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows
 113  Of double-fatal yew against thy state.
 114  Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills
 115  Against thy seat. Both young and old rebel,
 116  And all goes worse than I have power to tell.
 117  <S KING RICHARD> Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill.
 118  Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? Where is Bagot?
 119  What is become of Bushy, where is Green,
 120  That they have let the dangerous enemy
 121  Measure our confines with such peaceful steps?
 122  If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it.
 123  I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.
 124  <S SCROPE> Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.
 125  <S KING RICHARD> O villains, vipers damned without redemption!
 126  Dogs easily won to fawn on any man!
 127  Snakes in my heart-blood warmed, that sting my heart!
 128  Three Judases, each one thrice-worse than Judas!
 129  Would they make peace? Terrible hell make war
 130  Upon their spotted souls for this offence!
 131  <S SCROPE> Sweet love, I see, changing his property,
 132  Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate.
 133  Again uncurse their souls. Their peace is made
 134  With heads, and not with hands. Those whom you curse
 135  Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound,
 136  And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.
 137  <S AUMERLE> Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?
 138  <S SCROPE> Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.
 139  <S AUMERLE> Where is the Duke my father, with his power?
 140  <S KING RICHARD> No matter where. Of comfort no man speak.
 141  Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs,
 142  Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
 143  Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
 144  Let's choose executors and talk of wills_
 145  And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
 146  Save our depose\d bodies to the ground?
 147  Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's;
 148  And nothing can we call our own but death,
 149  And that small model of the barren earth
 150  Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
 151  <T asd> {[Sitting]}<T verse> For God's sake, let us sit upon the         +
 151  ground,
 152  And tell sad stories of the death of kings_
 153  How some have been deposed, some slain in war,
 154  Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,
 155  Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed,
 156  All murdered. For within the hollow crown
 157  That rounds the mortal temples of a king
 158  Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits,
 159  Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
 160  Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
 161  To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks,
 162  Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
 163  As if this flesh which walls about our life
 164  Were brass impregnable; and humoured thus,
 165  Comes at the last, and with a little pin
 166  Bores through his castle wall; and farewell, king.
 167  Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
 168  With solemn reverence. Throw away respect,
 169  Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,
 170  For you have but mistook me all this while.
 171  I live with bread, like you; feel want,
 172  Taste grief, need friends. Subjected thus,
 173  How can you say to me I am a king?
 174  <S BISHOP OF CARLISLE> My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present woes,
 175  But presently prevent the ways to wail.
 176  To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
 177  Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe;
 178  And so your follies fight against yourself.
 179  Fear, and be slain. No worse can come to fight;
 180  And fight and die is death destroying death,
 181  Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.
 182  <S AUMERLE> My father hath a power. Enquire of him,
 183  And learn to make a body of a limb.
 184  <S KING RICHARD> <T asd> {[standing]}<T verse> Thou chid'st me well.     +
 184  Proud Bolingbroke, I come
 185  To change blows with thee for our day of doom.
 186  This ague-fit of fear is overblown.
 187  An easy task it is to win our own.
 188  Say, Scrope, where lies our uncle with his power?
 189  Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.
 190  <S SCROPE> Men judge by the complexion of the sky
 191  The state and inclination of the day.
 192  So may you by my dull and heavy eye
 193  My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
 194  I play the torturer by small and small
 195  To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken.
 196  Your uncle York is joined with Bolingbroke,
 197  And all your northern castles yielded up,
 198  And all your southern gentlemen in arms
 199B Upon his faction.<S KING RICHARD> Thou hast said enough.
 200  <T asd> {(To Aumerle)}<T verse> Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead   +
 200  me forth
 201  Of that sweet way I was in to despair.
 202  What say you now? What comfort have we now?
 203  By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly
 204  That bids me be of comfort any more.
 205  Go to Flint Castle; there I'll pine away.
 206  A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.
 207  That power I have, discharge, and let them go
 208  To ear the land that hath some hope to grow;
 209  For I have none. Let no man speak again
 210  To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
 211B <S AUMERLE> My liege, one word.<S KING RICHARD> He does me double wrong
 212  That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
 213  Discharge my followers. Let them hence away
 214  From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day.<T esd> {Exeunt}
   0  <Y 3> <T dsd> {Enter Bolingbroke Duke of Lancaster and Hereford, the     +
   0  Duke of York, the Earl of Northumberland, [and soldiers, with drum and   +
   0  colours]}
   1  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse> So that by this intelligence we learn
   2  The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury
   3  Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed
   4  With some few private friends upon this coast.
   5  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> The news is very fair and good, my lord.
   6  Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.
   7  <S YORK> It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
   8  To say `King Richard". Alack the heavy day
   9  When such a sacred king should hide his head!
  10  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Your grace mistakes. Only to be brief
  11B Left I his title out.<S YORK> The time hath been,
  12  Would you have been so brief with him, he would
  13  Have been so brief with you to shorten you,
  14  For taking so the head, your whole head's length.
  15  <S BOLINGBROKE> Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.
  16  <S YORK> Take not, good cousin, further than you should,
  17  Lest you mistake the heavens are over our heads.
  18  <S BOLINGBROKE> I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself
  19B Against their will.<T dsd> {Enter Harry Percy [and a                     +
  19B trumpeter]}<T verse> But who comes here?
  20  Welcome, Harry. What, will not this castle yield?
  21  <S HARRY PERCY> The castle royally is manned, my lord,
  22B Against thy entrance.<S BOLINGBROKE> Royally?
  23B Why, it contains no king.<S HARRY PERCY> Yes, my good lord,
  24  It doth contain a king. King Richard lies
  25  Within the limits of yon lime and stone,
  26  And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
  27  Sir Stephen Scrope, besides a clergyman
  28  Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.
  29  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.
  30A <S BOLINGBROKE> <T asd> {(to Northumberland)}<T verse> Noble lord,
  31  Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle;
  32  Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley
  33  Into his ruined ears, and thus deliver.
  34  Henry Bolingbroke
  35  Upon his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand,
  36  And sends allegiance and true faith of heart
  37  To his most royal person, hither come
  38  Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,
  39  Provided that my banishment repealed
  40  And lands restored again be freely granted.
  41  If not, I'll use the advantage of my power,
  42  And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood
  43  Rained from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen;
  44  The which how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
  45  It is such crimson tempest should bedrench
  46  The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land,
  47  My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
  48  Go, signify as much, while here we march
  49  Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.
  50  Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum,
  51  That from this castle's tottered battlements
  52  Our fair appointments may be well perused.
  53  Methinks King Richard and myself should meet
  54  With no less terror than the elements
  55  Of fire and water when their thund'ring shock
  56  At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
  57  Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water.
  58  The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain
  59  My waters: on the earth, and not on him._
  60  March on, and mark King Richard, how he looks.<T dsd> {[They march       +
  60  about the stage; then Bolingbroke, York, Percy, and soldiers stand at a  +
  60  distance from the walls; Northumberland and trumpeter advance to the     +
  60  walls.] The trumpets sound [a parley}
  61  {without, and an answer within; then a flourish within]. King Richard    +
  61  appeareth on the walls, with the Bishop of Carlisle, the Duke of         +
  61  Aumerle, [Scrope, and the Earl of Salisbury]}<T verse> See, see, King    +
  61  Richard doth himself appear,
  62  As doth the blushing discontented sun
  63  From out the fiery portal of the east
  64  When he perceives the envious clouds are bent
  65  To dim his glory and to stain the track
  66  Of his bright passage to the occident.
  67  <S YORK> Yet looks he like a king. Behold, his eye,
  68  As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
  69  Controlling majesty. Alack, alack for woe
  70  That any harm should stain so fair a show!
  71  <S KING RICHARD> <T asd> {(to Northumberland)}<T verse> We are amazed;   +
  71  and thus long have we stood
  72  To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
  73  Because we thought ourself thy lawful king.
  74  An if we be, how dare thy joints forget
  75  To pay their aweful duty to our presence?
  76  If we be not, show us the hand of God
  77  That hath dismissed us from our stewardship.
  78  For well we know no hand of blood and bone
  79  Can grip the sacred handle of our sceptre,
  80  Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
  81  And though you think that all_as you have done_
  82  Have torn their souls by turning them from us,
  83  And we are barren and bereft of friends,
  84  Yet know my master, God omnipotent,
  85  Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
  86  Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
  87  Your children yet unborn and unbegot,
  88  That lift your vassal hands against my head
  89  And threat the glory of my precious crown.
  90  Tell Bolingbroke, for yon methinks he is,
  91  That every stride he makes upon my land
  92  Is dangerous treason. He is come to open
  93  The purple testament of bleeding war;
  94  But ere the crown he looks for live in peace
  95  Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons
  96  Shall ill become the flower of England's face,
  97  Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
  98  To scarlet indignation, and bedew
  99  Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.
 100  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> <T asd> {[kneeling]}<T verse> The King of heaven      +
 100  forbid our lord the King
 101  Should so with civil and uncivil arms
 102  Be rushed upon. Thy thrice-noble cousin
 103  Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand,
 104  And by the honourable tomb he swears,
 105  That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones,
 106  And by the royalties of both your bloods,
 107  Currents that spring from one most gracious head,
 108  And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
 109  And by the worth and honour of himself,
 110  Comprising all that may be sworn or said,
 111  His coming hither hath no further scope
 112  Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
 113  Enfranchisement immediate on his knees;
 114  Which on thy royal party granted once,
 115  His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
 116  His barbe\d steeds to stables, and his heart
 117  To faithful service of your majesty.
 118  This swears he as he is a prince and just,
 119  And as I am a gentleman I credit him.
 120  <S KING RICHARD> Northumberland, say thus the King returns:
 121  His noble cousin is right welcome hither,
 122  And all the number of his fair demands
 123  Shall be accomplished without contradiction.
 124  With all the gracious utterance thou hast,
 125  Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.<T dsd> {Northumberland and    +
 125  the trumpeter return to Bolingbroke}
 126  <T asd> {(To Aumerle)}<T verse> We do debase ourself, cousin, do we      +
 126  not,
 127  To look so poorly and to speak so fair?
 128  Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
 129  Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
 130  <S AUMERLE> No, good my lord, let's fight with gentle words
 131  Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords.
 132  <S KING RICHARD> O God, O God, that e'er this tongue of mine,
 133  That laid the sentence of dread banishment
 134  On yon proud man, should take it off again
 135  With words of sooth! O, that I were as great
 136  As is my grief, or lesser than my name,
 137  Or that I could forget what I have been,
 138  Or not remember what I must be now!
 139  Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat,
 140  Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.<T dsd> {Northumberland   +
 140  advances to the walls}
 141  <S AUMERLE> <T verse> Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.
 142  <S KING RICHARD> What must the King do now? Must he submit?
 143  The King shall do it. Must he be deposed?
 144  The King shall be contented. Must he lose
 145  The name of King? A God's name, let it go.
 146  I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,
 147  My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,
 148  My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,
 149  My figured goblets for a dish of wood,
 150  My sceptre for a palmer's walking staff,
 151  My subjects for a pair of carve\d saints,
 152  And my large kingdom for a little grave,
 153  A little, little grave, an obscure grave;
 154  Or I'll be buried in the King's highway,
 155  Some way of common trade where subjects' feet
 156  May hourly trample on their sovereign's head,
 157  For on my heart they tread now, whilst I live,
 158  And buried once, why not upon my head?
 159  Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin.
 160  We'll make foul weather with despise\d tears.
 161  Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,
 162  And make a dearth in this revolting land.
 163  Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,
 164  And make some pretty match with shedding tears;
 165  As thus to drop them still upon one place
 166  Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
 167  Within the earth, and therein laid? `There lies
 168  Two kinsmen digged their graves with weeping eyes."
 169  Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
 170  I talk but idly and you mock at me.
 171  Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland,
 172  What says King Bolingbroke? Will his majesty
 173  Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
 174  You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says `Ay".
 175  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> My lord, in the base court he doth attend
 176  To speak with you. May it please you to come down?
 177  <S KING RICHARD> Down, down I come like glist'ring Phaethon,
 178  Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
 179  In the base court: base court where kings grow base
 180  To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace.
 181  In the base court, come down: down court, down King,
 182  For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.<T esd> {Exeunt   +
 182  King Richard and his party}
 183B <T dsd> {Northumberland returns to Bolingbroke}<S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse>+
 183B  What says his majesty?<S NORTHUMBERLAND> Sorrow and grief of heart
 184  Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man.<T dsd> {Enter King Richard   +
 184  [and his party] below}
 185B <T verse> Yet he is come.<S BOLINGBROKE> Stand all apart,
 186  And show fair duty to his majesty.<T dsd> {He kneels down}
 187  <T verse> My gracious lord.
 188  <S KING RICHARD> Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee
 189  To make the base earth proud with kissing it.
 190  Me rather had my heart might feel your love
 191  Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.
 192  Up, cousin, up. Your heart is up, I know,
 193  Thus high at least, although your knee be low.
 194  <S BOLINGBROKE> My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
 195  <S KING RICHARD> Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
 196  <S BOLINGBROKE> So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
 197  As my true service shall deserve your love.
 198  <S KING RICHARD> Well you deserve. They well deserve to have
 199  That know the strong'st and surest way to get.<T dsd> {[Bolingbroke      +
 199  rises]}
 200  <T asd> {(To York)}<T verse> Uncle, give me your hands. Nay, dry your    +
 200  eyes.
 201  Tears show their love, but want their remedies.
 202  <T asd> {(To Bolingbroke)}<T verse> Cousin, I am too young to be your    +
 202  father,
 203  Though you are old enough to be my heir.
 204  What you will have I'll give, and willing too;
 205  For do we must what force will have us do.
 206  Set on towards London, cousin: is it so?
 207B <S BOLINGBROKE> Yea, my good lord.<S KING RICHARD> Then I must not say   +
 207B no.<T esd> {Flourish. Exeunt}
   0  <Y 4> <T dsd> {Enter the Queen, with her two Ladies}
   1  <S QUEEN> <T verse> What sport shall we devise here in this garden,
   2  To drive away the heavy thought of care?
   3A <S [FIRST] LADY> Madam, we'll play at bowls.
   4  <S QUEEN> 'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs,
   5  And that my fortune runs against the bias.
   6A <S [SECOND] LADY> Madam, we'll dance.
   7  <S QUEEN> My legs can keep no measure in delight
   8  When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief;
   9  Therefore no dancing, girl. Some other sport.
  10A <S [FIRST] LADY> Madam, we'll tell tales.
  11A <S QUEEN> Of sorrow or of joy?
  12A <S [FIRST] LADY> Of either, madam.
  13A <S QUEEN> Of neither, girl.
  14  For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
  15  It doth remember me the more of sorrow.
  16  Or if of grief, being altogether had,
  17  It adds more sorrow to my want of joy.
  18  For what I have I need not to repeat,
  19  And what I want it boots not to complain.
  20B <S [SECOND] LADY> Madam, I'll sing.<S QUEEN> 'Tis well that thou hast    +
  20B cause;
  21  But thou shouldst please me better wouldst thou weep.
  22  <S [SECOND] LADY> I could weep, madam, would it do you good.
  23  <S QUEEN> And I could sing, would weeping do me good,
  24  And never borrow any tear of thee.<T dsd> {Enter a Gardener and two      +
  24  Men}
  25  <T verse> But stay; here come the gardeners.
  26  Let's step into the shadow of these trees.
  27  My wretchedness unto a row of pins
  28  They will talk of state, for everyone doth so
  29  Against a change. Woe is forerun with woe.<T dsd> {The Queen and her     +
  29  Ladies stand apart}
  30  <S GARDENER> <T asd> {[to First Man]}<T verse> Go, bind thou up young    +
  30  dangling apricots
  31  Which, like unruly children, make their sire
  32  Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight.
  33  Give some supportance to the bending twigs.
  34  <T asd> {[To Second Man]}<T verse> Go thou, and, like an executioner,
  35  Cut off the heads of too fast-growing sprays
  36  That look too lofty in our commonwealth.
  37  All must be even in our government.
  38  You thus employed, I will go root away
  39  The noisome weeds which without profit suck
  40  The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
  41  <S [FIRST] MAN> Why should we, in the compass of a pale,
  42  Keep law and form and due proportion,
  43  Showing as in a model our firm estate,
  44  When our sea-walle\d garden, the whole land,
  45  Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up,
  46  Her fruit trees all unpruned, her hedges ruined,
  47  Her knots disordered, and her wholesome herbs
  48B Swarming with caterpillars?<S GARDENER> Hold thy peace.
  49  He that hath suffered this disordered spring
  50  Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf.
  51  The weeds which his broad spreading leaves did shelter,
  52  That seemed in eating him to hold him up,
  53  Are plucked up, root and all, by Bolingbroke_
  54  I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
  55B <S [SECOND] MAN> What, are they dead?<S GARDENER> They are; and          +
  55B Bolingbroke
  56  Hath seized the wasteful King. O, what pity is it
  57  That he had not so trimmed and dressed his land
  58  As we this garden! We at time of year
  59  Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit trees,
  60  Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood,
  61  With too much riches it confound itself.
  62  Had he done so to great and growing men,
  63  They might have lived to bear, and he to taste,
  64  Their fruits of duty. Superfluous branches
  65  We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.
  66  Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,
  67  Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
  68  <S [FIRST] MAN> What, think you then the King shall be deposed?
  69  <S GARDENER> Depressed he is already, and deposed
  70  'Tis doubt he will be. Letters came last night
  71  To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's
  72  That tell black tidings.
  73  <S QUEEN> O, I am pressed to death through want of speaking!<T dsd>      +
  73  {She comes forward}
  74  <T verse> Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden,
  75  How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?
  76  What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee
  77  To make a second fall of curse\d man?
  78  Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed?
  79  Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth,
  80  Divine his downfall? Say where, when, and how
  81  Cam'st thou by this ill tidings? Speak, thou wretch!
  82  <S GARDENER> Pardon me, madam. Little joy have I
  83  To breathe this news, yet what I say is true.
  84  King Richard he is in the mighty hold
  85  Of Bolingbroke. Their fortunes both are weighed.
  86  In your lord's scale is nothing but himself
  87  And some few vanities that make him light.
  88  But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
  89  Besides himself, are all the English peers,
  90  And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
  91  Post you to London and you will find it so.
  92  I speak no more than everyone doth know.
  93  <S QUEEN> Nimble mischance that art so light of foot,
  94  Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
  95  And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st
  96  To serve me last, that I may longest keep
  97  Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go
  98  To meet at London London's king in woe.
  99  What, was I born to this, that my sad look
 100  Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?
 101  Gard'ner, for telling me these news of woe,
 102  Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.<T esd> {Exit with her  +
 102  Ladies}
 103  <S GARDENER> <T verse> Poor Queen, so that thy state might be no worse
 104  I would my skill were subject to thy curse.
 105  Here did she fall a tear. Here in this place
 106  I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb-of-grace.
 107  Rue even for ruth here shortly shall be seen
 108  In the remembrance of a weeping queen.<T esd> {Exeunt}
   0  <X 4> <Y 1> <T dsd> {Enter, as to Parliament, Bolingbroke Duke of        +
   0  Lancaster and Hereford, the Duke of Aumerle, the Earl of                 +
   0  Northumberland, Harry Percy, Lord Fitzwalter, the Duke of Surrey, the    +
   0  Bishop of Carlisle, and the Abbot of Westminster}
   1B <S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse> Call forth Bagot.<T dsd> {Enter Bagot, with    +
   1B officers}<T verse> Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind:
   2  What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death,
   3  Who wrought it with the King, and who performed
   4  The bloody office of his timeless end.
   5  <S BAGOT> Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.
   6  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T asd> {(to Aumerle)}<T verse> Cousin, stand forth,     +
   6  and look upon that man.<T dsd> {Aumerle stands forth}
   7  <S BAGOT> <T verse> My lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
   8  Scorns to unsay what once it hath delivered.
   9  In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted
  10  I heard you say `Is not my arm of length,
  11  That reacheth from the restful English court
  12  As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?"
  13  Amongst much other talk that very time
  14  I heard you say that you had rather refuse
  15  The offer of an hundred thousand crowns
  16  Than Bolingbroke's return to England,
  17  Adding withal how blest this land would be
  18B In this your cousin's death.<S AUMERLE> Princes and noble lords,
  19  What answer shall I make to this base man?
  20  Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars
  21  On equal terms to give him chastisement?
  22  Either I must, or have mine honour soiled
  23  With the attainder of his slanderous lips.<T dsd> {He throws down his    +
  23  gage}
  24  <T verse> There is my gage, the manual seal of death
  25  That marks thee out for hell. I say thou liest,
  26  And will maintain what thou hast said is false
  27  In thy heart blood, though being all too base
  28  To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
  29  <S BOLINGBROKE> Bagot, forbear. Thou shalt not take it up.
  30  <S AUMERLE> Excepting one, I would he were the best
  31  In all this presence that hath moved me so.
  32  <S FITZWALTER> If that thy valour stand on sympathy,
  33  There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine.<T dsd> {He throws down his  +
  33  gage}
  34  <T verse> By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st,
  35  I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it,
  36  That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester's death.
  37  If thou deny'st it twenty times, thou liest,
  38  And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
  39  Where it was forge\d, with my rapier's point.
  40  <S AUMERLE> Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that day.
  41  <S FITZWALTER> Now by my soul, I would it were this hour.
  42  <S AUMERLE> Fitzwalter, thou art damned to hell for this.
  43  <S HARRY PERCY> Aumerle, thou liest. His honour is as true
  44  In this appeal as thou art all unjust;
  45  And that thou art so, there I throw my gage<T dsd> {He throws down his   +
  45  gage}
  46  <T verse> To prove it on thee to the extremest point
  47  Of mortal breathing. Seize it if thou dar'st.
  48  <S AUMERLE> An if I do not, may my hands rot off,
  49  And never brandish more revengeful steel
  50  Over the glittering helmet of my foe.
  51  <S SURREY> My lord Fitzwalter, I do remember well
  52  The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
  53  <S FITZWALTER> 'Tis very true. You were in presence then,
  54  And you can witness with me this is true.
  55  <S SURREY> As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.
  56B <S FITZWALTER> Surrey, thou liest.<S SURREY> Dishonourable boy,
  57  That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword
  58  That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
  59  Till thou, the lie-giver, and that lie do lie
  60  In earth as quiet as thy father's skull;
  61  In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn.<T dsd> {He throws down his  +
  61  gage}
  62  <T verse> Engage it to the trial if thou dar'st.
  63  <S FITZWALTER> How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
  64  If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
  65  I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness
  66  And spit upon him whilst I say he lies,
  67  And lies, and lies. There is my bond of faith
  68  To tie thee to my strong correction.
  69  As I intend to thrive in this new world,
  70  Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal.
  71  Besides, I heard the banished Norfolk say
  72  That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
  73  To execute the noble Duke at Calais.
  74  <S AUMERLE> Some honest Christian trust me with a gage.<T dsd> {He       +
  74  takes another's gage and throws it down}
  75  <T verse> That Norfolk lies, here do I throw down this,
  76  If he may be repealed, to try his honour.
  77  <S BOLINGBROKE> These differences shall all rest under gage
  78  Till Norfolk be repealed. Repealed he shall be,
  79  And, though mine enemy, restored again
  80  To all his lands and signories. When he is returned,
  81  Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
  82  <S BISHOP OF CARLISLE> That honourable day shall never be seen.
  83  Many a time hath banished Norfolk fought
  84  For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,
  85  Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross
  86  Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens;
  87  And, toiled with works of war, retired himself
  88  To Italy, and there at Venice gave
  89  His body to that pleasant country's earth,
  90  And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ,
  91  Under whose colours he had fought so long.
  92  <S BOLINGBROKE> Why, Bishop of Carlisle, is Norfolk dead?
  93  <S BISHOP OF CARLISLE> As surely as I live, my lord.
  94  <S BOLINGBROKE> Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom
  95  Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,
  96  Your differences shall all rest under gage
  97  Till we assign you to your days of trial.<T dsd> {Enter the Duke of      +
  97  York}
  98  <S YORK> <T verse> Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
  99  From plume-plucked Richard, who with willing soul
 100  Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
 101  To the possession of thy royal hand.
 102  Ascend his throne, descending now from him,
 103  And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!
 104  <S BOLINGBROKE> In God's name I'll ascend the regal throne.
 105A <S BISHOP OF CARLISLE> Marry, God forbid!
 106  Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
 107  Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
 108  Would God that any in this noble presence
 109  Were enough noble to be upright judge
 110  Of noble Richard. Then true noblesse would
 111  Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
 112  What subject can give sentence on his king?
 113  And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?
 114  Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear,
 115  Although apparent guilt be seen in them;
 116  And shall the figure of God's majesty,
 117  His captain, steward, deputy elect,
 118  Anointed, crowne\d, planted many years,
 119  Be judged by subject and inferior breath,
 120  And he himself not present? O, forfend it, God,
 121  That in a Christian climate souls refined
 122  Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
 123  I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks
 124  Stirred up by God thus boldly for his king.
 125  My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
 126  Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king;
 127  And, if you crown him, let me prophesy
 128  The blood of English shall manure the ground,
 129  And future ages groan for this foul act.
 130  Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
 131  And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars
 132  Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound.
 133  Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny
 134  Shall here inhabit, and this land be called
 135  The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.
 136  O, if you rear this house against this house
 137  It will the woefullest division prove
 138  That ever fell upon this curse\d earth!
 139  Prevent, resist it; let it not be so,
 140  Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe.
 141  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> Well have you argued, sir, and for your pains
 142  Of capital treason we arrest you here.
 143  My lord of Westminster, be it your charge
 144  To keep him safely till his day of trial.
 145  May it please you, lords, to grant the Commons' suit?
 146  <S BOLINGBROKE> Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
 147  He may surrender. So we shall proceed
 148B Without suspicion.<S YORK> I will be his conduct.<T esd> {Exit}
 149  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse> Lords, you that here are under our arrest,
 150  Procure your sureties for your days of answer.
 151  Little are we beholden to your love,
 152  And little looked for at your helping hands.<T dsd> {Enter Richard and   +
 152  the Duke of York, [with attendants bearing the crown and sceptre]}
 153  <S RICHARD> <T verse> Alack, why am I sent for to a king
 154  Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
 155  Wherewith I reigned? I hardly yet have learned
 156  To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.
 157  Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me
 158  To this submission. Yet I well remember
 159  The favours of these men. Were they not mine?
 160  Did they not sometime cry `All hail!" to me?
 161  So Judas did to Christ. But He in twelve
 162  Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none.
 163  God save the King! Will no man say `Amen"?
 164  Am I both priest and clerk? Well then, Amen.
 165  God save the King, although I be not he.
 166  And yet Amen, if heaven do think him me.
 167  To do what service am I sent for hither?
 168  <S YORK> To do that office of thine own good will
 169  Which tired majesty did make thee offer:
 170  The resignation of thy state and crown
 171  To Henry Bolingbroke.
 172  <S RICHARD> <T asd> {(to an attendant)}<T verse> Give me the             +
 172  crown.<T asd> {(To Bolingbroke)}<T verse> Here, cousin, seize the        +
 172  crown.
 173  Here, cousin. On this side my hand, on that side thine.
 174  Now is this golden crown like a deep well
 175  That owes two buckets filling one another,
 176  The emptier ever dancing in the air,
 177  The other down, unseen, and full of water.
 178  That bucket down and full of tears am I,
 179  Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
 180  <S BOLINGBROKE> I thought you had been willing to resign.
 181  <S RICHARD> My crown I am, but still my griefs are mine.
 182  You may my glories and my state depose,
 183  But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
 184  <S BOLINGBROKE> Part of your cares you give me with your crown.
 185  <S RICHARD> Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.
 186  My care is loss of care by old care done;
 187  Your care is gain of care by new care won.
 188  The cares I give I have, though given away;
 189  They 'tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
 190  <S BOLINGBROKE> Are you contented to resign the crown?
 191  <S RICHARD> Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be;
 192  Therefore no, no, for I resign to thee.
 193  Now mark me how I will undo myself.
 194  I give this heavy weight from off my head,<T dsd> {[Bolingbroke accepts  +
 194  the crown]}
 195  <T verse> And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,<T dsd> {[Bolingbroke   +
 195  accepts the sceptre]}
 196  <T verse> The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.
 197  With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
 198  With mine own hands I give away my crown,
 199  With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
 200  With mine own breath release all duteous oaths.
 201  All pomp and majesty I do forswear.
 202  My manors, rents, revenues I forgo.
 203  My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny.
 204  God pardon all oaths that are broke to me.
 205  God keep all vows unbroke are made to thee.
 206  Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,
 207  And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved.
 208  Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
 209  And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit.
 210  `God save King Henry," unkinged Richard says,
 211  `And send him many years of sunshine days."
 212B What more remains?<S NORTHUMBERLAND> <T asd> {(giving Richard            +
 212B papers)}<T verse> No more but that you read
 213  These accusations and these grievous crimes
 214  Committed by your person and your followers
 215  Against the state and profit of this land,
 216  That by confessing them, the souls of men
 217  May deem that you are worthily deposed.
 218  <S RICHARD> Must I do so? And must I ravel out
 219  My weaved-up follies? Gentle Northumberland,
 220  If thy offences were upon record,
 221  Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop
 222  To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,
 223  There shouldst thou find one heinous article
 224  Containing the deposing of a king
 225  And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,
 226  Marked with a blot, damned in the book of heaven.
 227  Nay, all of you that stand and look upon
 228  Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,
 229  Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
 230  Showing an outward pity, yet you Pilates
 231  Have here delivered me to my sour cross,
 232  And water cannot wash away your sin.
 233  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> My lord, dispatch. Read o'er these articles.
 234  <S RICHARD> Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot see.
 235  And yet salt water blinds them not so much
 236  But they can see a sort of traitors here.
 237  Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself
 238  I find myself a traitor with the rest,
 239  For I have given here my soul's consent
 240  T' undeck the pompous body of a king,
 241  Made glory base and sovereignty a slave,
 242  Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.
 243A <S NORTHUMBERLAND> My lord_
 244  <S RICHARD> No lord of thine, thou haught-insulting man,
 245  Nor no man's lord. I have no name, no title,
 246  No, not that name was given me at the font,
 247  But 'tis usurped. Alack the heavy day,
 248  That I have worn so many winters out
 249  And know not now what name to call myself!
 250  O, that I were a mockery king of snow,
 251  Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke
 252  To melt myself away in water-drops!
 253  Good king, great king_and yet not greatly good_
 254  An if my word be sterling yet in England,
 255  Let it command a mirror hither straight,
 256  That it may show me what a face I have,
 257  Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
 258  <S BOLINGBROKE> Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.<T esd> {Exit   +
 258  one or more}
 259  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> <T verse> Read o'er this paper while the glass doth   +
 259  come.
 260  <S RICHARD> Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell.
 261  <S BOLINGBROKE> Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland.
 262  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> The Commons will not then be satisfied.
 263  <S RICHARD> They shall be satisfied. I'll read enough
 264  When I do see the very book indeed
 265  Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.<T dsd> {Enter one with a  +
 265  glass}
 266  <T verse> Give me that glass, and therein will I read.<T dsd> {Richard   +
 266  takes the glass and looks in it}
 267  <T verse> No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck
 268  So many blows upon this face of mine
 269  And made no deeper wounds? O flatt'ring glass,
 270  Like to my followers in prosperity,
 271  Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face
 272  That every day under his household roof
 273  Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face
 274  That like the sun did make beholders wink?
 275  Is this the face which faced so many follies,
 276  That was at last outfaced by Bolingbroke?
 277  A brittle glory shineth in this face.
 278  As brittle as the glory is the face,<T dsd> {He shatters the glass}
 279  <T verse> For there it is, cracked in an hundred shivers.
 280  Mark, silent King, the moral of this sport:
 281  How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face.
 282  <S BOLINGBROKE> The shadow of your sorrow hath destroyed
 283B The shadow of your face.<S RICHARD> Say that again:
 284  `The shadow of my sorrow"_ha, let's see.
 285  'Tis very true: my grief lies all within,
 286  And these external manner of laments
 287  Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
 288  That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
 289  There lies the substance, and I thank thee, King,
 290  For thy great bounty that not only giv'st
 291  Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way
 292  How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon,
 293  And then be gone and trouble you no more.
 294B Shall I obtain it?<S BOLINGBROKE> Name it, fair cousin.
 295  <S RICHARD> Fair cousin? I am greater than a king;
 296  For when I was a king my flatterers
 297  Were then but subjects; being now a subject,
 298  I have a king here to my flatterer.
 299  Being so great, I have no need to beg.
 300A <S BOLINGBROKE> Yet ask.
 301A <S RICHARD> And shall I have?
 302A <S BOLINGBROKE> You shall.
 303A <S RICHARD> Then give me leave to go.
 304A <S BOLINGBROKE> Whither?
 305  <S RICHARD> Whither you will, so I were from your sights.
 306  <S BOLINGBROKE> Go some of you, convey him to the Tower.
 307  <S RICHARD> O good, `convey"! Conveyors are you all,
 308  That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.<T esd> {[Exit, guarded]}
 309  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse> On Wednesday next we solemnly set down
 310  Our coronation. Lords, prepare yourselves.<T esd> {Exeunt all but the    +
 310  Abbot of Westminster, the Bishop of Carlisle, and Aumerle}
 311  <S ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER> <T verse> A woeful pageant have we here         +
 311  beheld.
 312  <S BISHOP OF CARLISLE> The woe's to come, the children yet unborn
 313  Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.
 314  <S AUMERLE> You holy clergymen, is there no plot
 315  To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?
 316  <S ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER> My lord, before I freely speak my mind herein,
 317  You shall not only take the sacrament
 318  To bury mine intents, but also to effect
 319  Whatever I shall happen to devise.
 320  I see your brows are full of discontent,
 321  Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears.
 322  Come home with me to supper. I will lay
 323  A plot shall show us all a merry day.<T esd> {Exeunt}
   0  <X 5> <Y 1> <T dsd> {Enter the Queen, with her Ladies}
   1  <S QUEEN> <T verse> This way the King will come. This is the way
   2  To Julius Caesar's ill-erected Tower,
   3  To whose flint bosom my condemne\d lord
   4  Is doomed a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke.
   5  Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
   6  Have any resting for her true king's queen.<T dsd> {Enter Richard [and   +
   6  guard]}
   7  <T verse> But soft, but see_or rather do not see_
   8  My fair rose wither. Yet look up, behold,
   9  That you in pity may dissolve to dew,
  10  And wash him fresh again with true-love tears._
  11  Ah, thou the model where old Troy did stand!
  12  Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb,
  13  And not King Richard! Thou most beauteous inn:
  14  Why should hard-favoured grief be lodged in thee,
  15  When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
  16  <S RICHARD> Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
  17  To make my end too sudden. Learn, good soul,
  18  To think our former state a happy dream,
  19  From which awaked, the truth of what we are
  20  Shows us but this. I am sworn brother, sweet,
  21  To grim necessity, and he and I
  22  Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France,
  23  And cloister thee in some religious house.
  24  Our holy lives must win a new world's crown,
  25  Which our profane hours here have stricken down.
  26  <S QUEEN> What, is my Richard both in shape and mind
  27  Transformed and weakene\d? Hath Bolingbroke
  28  Deposed thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart?
  29  The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw
  30  And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
  31  To be o'erpowered; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
  32  Take the correction, mildly kiss the rod,
  33  And fawn on rage with base humility,
  34  Which art a lion and the king of beasts?
  35  <S RICHARD> A king of beasts indeed! If aught but beasts,
  36  I had been still a happy king of men.
  37  Good sometimes Queen, prepare thee hence for France.
  38  Think I am dead, and that even here thou tak'st,
  39  As from my death-bed, thy last living leave.
  40  In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire
  41  With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales
  42  Of woeful ages long ago betid;
  43  And ere thou bid goodnight, to quit their griefs
  44  Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
  45  And send the hearers weeping to their beds;
  46  Forwhy the senseless brands will sympathize
  47  The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
  48  And in compassion weep the fire out;
  49  And some will mourn in ashes, some coal black,
  50  For the deposing of a rightful king.<T dsd> {Enter the Earl of           +
  50  Northumberland}
  51  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> <T verse> My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is         +
  51  changed.
  52  You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.
  53  And, madam, there is order ta'en for you.
  54  With all swift speed you must away to France.
  55  <S RICHARD> Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
  56  The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,
  57  The time shall not be many hours of age
  58  More than it is ere foul sin, gathering head,
  59  Shall break into corruption. Thou shalt think,
  60  Though he divide the realm and give thee half,
  61  It is too little helping him to all.
  62  He shall think that thou, which know'st the way
  63  To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
  64  Being ne'er so little urged another way,
  65  To pluck him headlong from the usurpe\d throne.
  66  The love of wicked friends converts to fear,
  67  That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both
  68  To worthy danger and deserve\d death.
  69  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
  70  Take leave and part, for you must part forthwith.
  71  <S RICHARD> Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate
  72  A twofold marriage: 'twixt my crown and me,
  73  And then betwixt me and my married wife.
  74  <T asd> {(To the Queen)}<T verse> Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee     +
  74  and me_
  75  And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.
  76  Part us, Northumberland: I towards the north,
  77  Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;
  78  My queen to France, from whence set forth in pomp
  79  She came adorne\d hither like sweet May,
  80  Sent back like Hallowmas or short'st of day.
  81  <S QUEEN> And must we be divided? Must we part?
  82  <S RICHARD> Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.
  83  <S QUEEN> Banish us both, and send the King with me.
  84  <S [NORTHUMBERLAND]> That were some love, but little policy.
  85  <S QUEEN> Then whither he goes, thither let me go.
  86  <S RICHARD> So two together weeping make one woe.
  87  Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here.
  88  Better far off than, near, be ne'er the nea'er.
  89  Go count thy way with sighs, I mine with groans.
  90  <S QUEEN> So longest way shall have the longest moans.
  91  <S RICHARD> Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short,
  92  And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
  93  Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,
  94  Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.
  95  One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part.
  96  Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.<T dsd> {They kiss}
  97  <S QUEEN> <T verse> Give me mine own again. 'Twere no good part
  98  To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.<T dsd> {They kiss}
  99  <T verse> So now I have mine own again, be gone,
 100  That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
 101  <S RICHARD> We make woe wanton with this fond delay.
 102  Once more, adieu. The rest let sorrow say.
   0  <Y 2> <T dsd> {Enter the Duke and Duchess of York}
   1  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> <T verse> My lord, you told me you would tell the    +
   1  rest,
   2  When weeping made you break the story off,
   3  Of our two cousins' coming into London.
   4B <S YORK> Where did I leave?<S DUCHESS OF YORK> At that sad stop, my      +
   4B lord,
   5  Where rude misgoverned hands from windows' tops
   6  Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.
   7  <S YORK> Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke,
   8  Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,
   9  Which his aspiring rider seemed to know,
  10  With slow but stately pace kept on his course,
  11  Whilst all tongues cried `God save thee, Bolingbroke!"
  12  You would have thought the very windows spake,
  13  So many greedy looks of young and old
  14  Through casements darted their desiring eyes
  15  Upon his visage, and that all the walls
  16  With painted imagery had said at once,
  17  `Jesu preserve thee! Welcome, Bolingbroke!"
  18  Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning,
  19  Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck,
  20  Bespake them thus: `I thank you, countrymen",
  21  And thus still doing, thus he passed along.
  22  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> Alack, poor Richard! Where rode he the whilst?
  23  <S YORK> As in a theatre the eyes of men,
  24  After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
  25  Are idly bent on him that enters next,
  26  Thinking his prattle to be tedious,
  27  Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
  28  Did scowl on gentle Richard. No man cried `God save him!"
  29  No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home;
  30  But dust was thrown upon his sacred head,
  31  Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
  32  His face still combating with tears and smiles,
  33  The badges of his grief and patience,
  34  That had not God for some strong purpose steeled
  35  The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted,
  36  And barbarism itself have pitied him.
  37  But heaven hath a hand in these events,
  38  To whose high will we bound our calm contents.
  39  To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,
  40  Whose state and honour I for aye allow.<T dsd> {Enter the Duke of        +
  40  Aumerle}
  41B <S DUCHESS OF YORK> <T verse> Here comes my son Aumerle.<S YORK>         +
  41B Aumerle that was;
  42  But that is lost for being Richard's friend,
  43  And, madam, you must call him `Rutland" now.
  44  I am in Parliament pledge for his truth
  45  And lasting fealty to the new-made King.
  46  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> Welcome, my son. Who are the violets now
  47  That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
  48  <S AUMERLE> Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not.
  49  God knows I had as lief be none as one.
  50  <S YORK> Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,
  51  Lest you be cropped before you come to prime.
  52  What news from Oxford? Hold these jousts and triumphs?
  53  <S AUMERLE> For aught I know, my lord, they do.
  54A <S YORK> You will be there, I know.
  55  <S AUMERLE> If God prevent it not, I purpose so.
  56  <S YORK> What seal is that that hangs without thy bosom?
  57  Yea, look'st thou pale? Let me see the writing.
  58B <S AUMERLE> My lord, 'tis nothing.<S YORK> No matter, then, who see it.
  59  I will be satisfied. Let me see the writing.
  60  <S AUMERLE> I do beseech your grace to pardon me.
  61  It is a matter of small consequence,
  62  Which for some reasons I would not have seen.
  63  <S YORK> Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.
  64B I fear, I fear!<S DUCHESS OF YORK> What should you fear?
  65  'Tis nothing but some bond that he is entered into
  66  For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day.
  67  <S YORK> Bound to himself? What doth he with a bond
  68  That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.
  69  Boy, let me see the writing.
  70  <S AUMERLE> I do beseech you, pardon me. I may not show it.
  71  <S YORK> I will be satisfied. Let me see it, I say.<T dsd> {He plucks    +
  71  it out of Aumerle's bosom, and reads it}
  72  <T verse> Treason, foul treason! Villain, traitor, slave!
  73A <S DUCHESS OF YORK> What is the matter, my lord?
  74  <S YORK> Ho, who is within there? Saddle my horse._
  75  God for his mercy, what treachery is here!
  76A <S DUCHESS OF YORK> Why, what is it, my lord?
  77  <S YORK> Give me my boots, I say. Saddle my horse._
  78  Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth,
  79  I will appeach the villain.
  80A <S DUCHESS OF YORK> What is the matter?
  81A <S YORK> Peace, foolish woman.
  82  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> I will not peace. What is the matter, son?
  83  <S AUMERLE> Good mother, be content. It is no more
  84B Than my poor life must answer.<S DUCHESS OF YORK> Thy life answer?
  85  <S YORK> Bring me my boots. I will unto the King.<T dsd> {His man        +
  85  enters with his boots}
  86  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> <T verse> Strike him, Aumerle! Poor boy, thou art    +
  86  amazed.
  87  <T asd> {(To York's man)}<T verse> Hence, villain! Never more come in    +
  87  my sight.
  88B <S YORK> Give me my boots, I say.<S DUCHESS OF YORK> Why, York, what     +
  88B wilt thou do?
  89  Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?
  90  Have we more sons? Or are we like to have?
  91  Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?
  92  And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age,
  93  And rob me of a happy mother's name?
  94  Is he not like thee? Is he not thine own?
  95A <S YORK> Thou fond, mad woman,
  96  Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?
  97  A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,
  98  And interchangeably set down their hands
  99B To kill the King at Oxford.<S DUCHESS OF YORK> He shall be none.
 100  We'll keep him here, then what is that to him?
 101  <S YORK> Away, fond woman! Were he twenty times my son
 102B I would appeach him.<S DUCHESS OF YORK> Hadst thou groaned for him
 103  As I have done thou wouldst be more pitiful.
 104  But now I know thy mind: thou dost suspect
 105  That I have been disloyal to thy bed,
 106  And that he is a bastard, not thy son.
 107  Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind.
 108  He is as like thee as a man may be,
 109  Not like to me or any of my kin,
 110B And yet I love him.<S YORK> Make way, unruly woman.<T esd> {Exit [with   +
 110B his man]}
 111  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> <T verse> After, Aumerle! Mount thee upon his        +
 111  horse.
 112  Spur, post, and get before him to the King,
 113  And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.
 114  I'll not be long behind_though I be old,
 115  I doubt not but to ride as fast as York_
 116  And never will I rise up from the ground
 117  Till Bolingbroke have pardoned thee. Away, be gone!<T esd> {Exeunt       +
 117  [severally]}
   0  <Y 3> <T dsd> {Enter Bolingbroke, crowned King Henry, with Harry Percy,  +
   0  and other nobles}
   1  <S KING HENRY> <T verse> Can no man tell of my unthrifty son?
   2  'Tis full three months since I did see him last.
   3  If any plague hang over us, 'tis he.
   4  I would to God, my lords, he might be found.
   5  Enquire at London 'mongst the taverns there,
   6  For there, they say, he daily doth frequent
   7  With unrestraine\d loose companions_
   8  Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes
   9  And beat our watch and rob our passengers_
  10  Which he, young wanton and effeminate boy,
  11  Takes on the point of honour to support
  12  So dissolute a crew.
  13  <S HARRY PERCY> My lord, some two days since, I saw the Prince,
  14  And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford.
  15A <S KING HENRY> And what said the gallant?
  16  <S HARRY PERCY> His answer was he would unto the stews,
  17  And from the common'st creature pluck a glove,
  18  And wear it as a favour, and with that
  19  He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.
  20  <S KING HENRY> As dissolute as desperate. Yet through both
  21  I see some sparks of better hope, which elder days
  22B May happily bring forth.<T dsd> {Enter the Duke of Aumerle,              +
  22B amazed}<T verse> But who comes here?
  23A <S AUMERLE> Where is the King?
  24  <S KING HENRY> What means our cousin that he stares and looks so         +
  24  wildly?
  25  <S AUMERLE> <T asd> {(kneeling)}<T verse> God save your grace! I do      +
  25  beseech your majesty
  26  To have some conference with your grace alone.
  27  <S KING HENRY> <T asd> {(to lords)}<T verse> Withdraw yourselves, and    +
  27  leave us here alone.<T esd> {Exeunt all but King Henry and Aumerle}
  28  <T verse> What is the matter with our cousin now?
  29  <S AUMERLE> For ever may my knees grow to the earth,
  30  My tongue cleave to the roof within my mouth,
  31  Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.
  32  <S KING HENRY> Intended or committed was this fault?
  33  If on the first, how heinous e'er it be,
  34  To win thy after-love I pardon thee.
  35  <S AUMERLE> <T asd> {(rising)}<T verse> Then give me leave that I may    +
  35  turn the key,
  36  That no man enter till my tale be done.
  37B <S KING HENRY> Have thy desire.<T dsd> {Aumerle locks the door. The      +
  37B Duke of York knocks at the door and crieth}<S YORK> <T asd>              +
  37B {(within)}<T verse> My liege, beware! Look to thyself!
  38  Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.<T dsd> {King Henry draws his  +
  38  sword}
  39A <S KING HENRY> <T asd> {(to Aumerle)}<T verse> Villain, I'll make thee   +
  39A safe.
  40  <S AUMERLE> Stay thy revengeful hand! Thou hast no cause to fear.
  41  <S YORK> <T asd> {(knocking within)}<T verse> Open the door, secure      +
  41  foolhardy King!
  42  Shall I for love speak treason to thy face?
  43  Open the door, or I will break it open.<T dsd> {[King Henry] opens the   +
  43  door. Enter the Duke of York}
  44  <S KING HENRY> <T verse> What is the matter, uncle? Speak,
  45  Recover breath, tell us how near is danger,
  46  That we may arm us to encounter it.
  47  <S YORK> Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know
  48  The treason that my haste forbids me show.<T dsd> {He gives King Henry   +
  48  the paper}
  49  <S AUMERLE> <T verse> Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise past.
  50  I do repent me. Read not my name there.
  51  My heart is not confederate with my hand.
  52  <S YORK> It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down.
  53  I tore it from the traitor's bosom, King.
  54  Fear, and not love, begets his penitence.
  55  Forget to pity him, lest pity prove
  56  A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.
  57  <S KING HENRY> O, heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy!
  58  O loyal father of a treacherous son!
  59  Thou sheer, immaculate, and silver fountain,
  60  From whence this stream through muddy passages
  61  Hath held his current and defiled himself,
  62  Thy overflow of good converts to bad,
  63  And thy abundant goodness shall excuse
  64  This deadly blot in thy digressing son.
  65  <S YORK> So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd,
  66  And he shall spend mine honour with his shame,
  67  As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold.
  68  Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies,
  69  Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies.
  70  Thou kill'st me in his life: giving him breath
  71  The traitor lives, the true man's put to death.
  72  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> <T asd> {(within)}<T verse> What ho, my liege, for   +
  72  God's sake let me in!
  73  <S KING HENRY> What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry?
  74  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> <T asd> {(within)}<T verse> A woman, and thy aunt,   +
  74  great King; 'tis I.
  75  Speak with me, pity me! Open the door!
  76  A beggar begs that never begged before.
  77  <S KING HENRY> Our scene is altered from a serious thing,
  78  And now changed to `The Beggar and the King".
  79  My dangerous cousin, let your mother in.
  80  I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.<T dsd> {Aumerle opens the  +
  80  door. Enter the Duchess of York}
  81  <S YORK> <T verse> If thou do pardon, whosoever pray,
  82  More sins for this forgiveness prosper may.
  83  This festered joint cut off, the rest rest sound.
  84  This let alone will all the rest confound.
  85  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> <T asd> {(kneeling)}<T verse> O King, believe not    +
  85  this hard-hearted man.
  86  Love loving not itself, none other can.
  87  <S YORK> Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here?
  88  Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?
  89  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> Sweet York, be patient._Hear me, gentle liege.
  90B <S KING HENRY> Rise up, good aunt.<S DUCHESS OF YORK> Not yet, I thee    +
  90B beseech.
  91  Forever will I kneel upon my knees,
  92  And never see day that the happy sees,
  93  Till thou give joy, until thou bid me joy
  94  By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.
  95  <S AUMERLE> <T asd> {(kneeling)}<T verse> Unto my mother's prayers I     +
  95  bend my knee.
  96  <S YORK> <T asd> {(kneeling)}<T verse> Against them both my true joints  +
  96  bended be.
  97  Ill mayst thou thrive if thou grant any grace.
  98  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> Pleads he in earnest? Look upon his face.
  99  His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest.
 100  His words come from his mouth; ours from our breast.
 101  He prays but faintly, and would be denied;
 102  We pray with heart and soul, and all beside.
 103  His weary joints would gladly rise, I know;
 104  Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow.
 105  His prayers are full of false hypocrisy;
 106  Ours of true zeal and deep integrity.
 107  Our prayers do outpray his; then let them have
 108  That mercy which true prayer ought to have.
 109B <S [KING HENRY]> Good aunt, stand up.<S DUCHESS OF YORK> Nay, do not     +
 109B say `Stand up".
 110  Say `Pardon" first, and afterwards `Stand up".
 111  An if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach,
 112  `Pardon" should be the first word of thy speech.
 113  I never longed to hear a word till now.
 114  Say `Pardon", King. Let pity teach thee how.
 115  The word is short, but not so short as sweet;
 116  No word like `Pardon" for kings' mouths so meet.
 117  <S YORK> Speak it in French, King: say `Pardonnez-moi".
 118  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy?
 119  Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord
 120  That sets the word itself against the word!
 121  Speak `Pardon" as 'tis current in our land;
 122  The chopping French we do not understand.
 123  Thine eye begins to speak; set thy tongue there;
 124  Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear,
 125  That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce,
 126  Pity may move thee `Pardon" to rehearse.
 127B <S KING HENRY> Good aunt, stand up.<S DUCHESS OF YORK> I do not sue to   +
 127B stand.
 128  Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.
 129  <S KING HENRY> I pardon him as God shall pardon me.<T dsd> {[York and    +
 129  Aumerle rise]}
 130  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> <T verse> O, happy vantage of a kneeling knee!
 131  Yet am I sick for fear. Speak it again.
 132  Twice saying pardon doth not pardon twain,
 133B But makes one pardon strong.<S KING HENRY> I pardon him
 134B With all my heart.<S DUCHESS OF YORK> <T asd> {(rising)}<T verse> A god  +
 134B on earth thou art.
 135  <S KING HENRY> But for our trusty brother-in-law and the Abbot,
 136  With all the rest of that consorted crew,
 137  Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.
 138  Good uncle, help to order several powers
 139  To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are.
 140  They shall not live within this world, I swear,
 141  But I will have them if I once know where.
 142  Uncle, farewell; and cousin, so adieu.
 143  Your mother well hath prayed; and prove you true.
 144  <S DUCHESS OF YORK> Come, my old son. I pray God make thee new.<T esd>   +
 144  {Exeunt [King Henry at one door; York, the Duchess of York, and Aumerle  +
 144  at another door]}
   0  <Y 4> <T dsd> {Enter Sir Piers Exton, and his Men}
   1  <S EXTON> <T verse> Didst thou not mark the King, what words he spake?
   2  `Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?"
   3B Was it not so?<S [FIRST] MAN> Those were his very words.
   4  <S EXTON> `Have I no friend?" quoth he. He spake it twice,
   5  And urged it twice together, did he not?
   6A <S [SECOND] MAN> He did.
   7  <S EXTON> And speaking it, he wishtly looked on me,
   8  As who should say `I would thou wert the man
   9  That would divorce this terror from my heart",
  10  Meaning the King at Pomfret. Come, let's go.
  11  I am the King's friend, and will rid his foe.<T esd> {Exeunt}
   0  <Y 5> <T dsd> {Enter Richard, alone}
   1  <S RICHARD> <T verse> I have been studying how I may compare
   2  This prison where I live unto the world;
   3  And for because the world is populous,
   4  And here is not a creature but myself,
   5  I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
   6  My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
   7  My soul the father, and these two beget
   8  A generation of still-breeding thoughts;
   9  And these same thoughts people this little world
  10  In humours like the people of this world.
  11  For no thought is contented. The better sort,
  12  As thoughts of things divine, are intermixed
  13  With scruples, and do set the faith itself
  14  Against the faith, as thus: `Come, little ones",
  15  And then again,
  16  `It is as hard to come as for a camel
  17  To thread the postern of a small needle's eye."
  18  Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
  19  Unlikely wonders: how these vain weak nails
  20  May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
  21  Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls;
  22  And for they cannot, die in their own pride.
  23  Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
  24  That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
  25  Nor shall not be the last_like seely beggars,
  26  Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge their shame
  27  That many have, and others must, set there;
  28  And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
  29  Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
  30  Of such as have before endured the like.
  31  Thus play I in one person many people,
  32  And none contented. Sometimes am I king;
  33  Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar,
  34  And so I am. Then crushing penury
  35  Persuades me I was better when a king.
  36  Then am I kinged again, and by and by
  37  Think that I am unkinged by Bolingbroke,
  38  And straight am nothing. But whate'er I be,
  39  Nor I, nor any man that but man is,
  40  With nothing shall be pleased till he be eased
  41B With being nothing.<T dsd> {The music plays}<T verse> Music do I hear.
  42  Ha, ha; keep time! How sour sweet music is
  43  When time is broke and no proportion kept.
  44  So is it in the music of men's lives.
  45  And here have I the daintiness of ear
  46  To check time broke in a disordered string;
  47  But for the concord of my state and time
  48  Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
  49  I wasted time, and now doth time waste me,
  50  For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock.
  51  My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar
  52  Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch
  53  Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
  54  Is pointing still in cleansing them from tears.
  55  Now, sir, the sounds that tell what hour it is
  56  Are clamorous groans that strike upon my heart,
  57  Which is the bell. So sighs, and tears, and groans
  58  Show minutes, hours, and times. But my time
  59  Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
  60  While I stand fooling here, his jack of the clock.
  61  This music mads me. Let it sound no more,
  62  For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
  63  In me it seems it will make wise men mad.<T dsd> {[The music ceases]}
  64  <T verse> Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me,
  65  For 'tis a sign of love, and love to Richard
  66  Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.<T dsd> {Enter a Groom of   +
  66  the stable}
  67B <S GROOM> <T verse> Hail, royal Prince!<S RICHARD> Thanks, noble peer.
  68  The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
  69  What art thou, and how com'st thou hither,
  70  Where no man never comes but that sad dog
  71  That brings me food to make misfortune live?
  72  <S GROOM> I was a poor groom of thy stable, King,
  73  When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York,
  74  With much ado at length have gotten leave
  75  To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.
  76  O, how it erned my heart when I beheld
  77  In London streets, that coronation day,
  78  When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,
  79  That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,
  80  That horse that I so carefully have dressed!
  81  <S RICHARD> Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
  82  How went he under him?
  83  <S GROOM> So proudly as if he disdained the ground.
  84  <S RICHARD> So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back.
  85  That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
  86  This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
  87  Would he not stumble, would he not fall down_
  88  Since pride must have a fall_and break the neck
  89  Of that proud man that did usurp his back?
  90  Forgiveness, horse! Why do I rail on thee,
  91  Since thou, created to be awed by man,
  92  Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse,
  93  And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
  94  Spur-galled and tired by jauncing Bolingbroke.<T dsd> {Enter Keeper to   +
  94  Richard, with meat}
  95  <S KEEPER> <T asd> {(to Groom)}<T verse> Fellow, give place. Here is no  +
  95  longer stay.
  96  <S RICHARD> <T asd> {(to Groom)}<T verse> If thou love me, 'tis time     +
  96  thou wert away.
  97  <S GROOM> What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.<T esd>      +
  97  {Exit}
  98  <S KEEPER> <T verse> My lord, will 't please you to fall to?
  99  <S RICHARD> Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.
 100  <S KEEPER> My lord, I dare not. Sir Piers of Exton,
 101  Who lately came from the King, commands the contrary.
 102  <S RICHARD> <T asd> {(striking the Keeper)}<T verse> The devil take      +
 102  Henry of Lancaster and thee!
 103  Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
 104A <S KEEPER> Help, help, help!<T dsd> {Exton and his men rush in}
 105  <S RICHARD> <T verse> How now! What means death in this rude             +
 105  assault?<T dsd> {He seizes a weapon from a man, and kills him}
 106  <T verse> Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.<T dsd>    +
 106  {He kills another}
 107  <T verse> Go thou, and fill another room in hell.<T dsd> {Here Exton     +
 107  strikes him down}
 108  <S RICHARD> <T verse> That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire
 109  That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand
 110  Hath with the King's blood stained the King's own land.
 111  Mount, mount, my soul; thy seat is up on high,
 112  Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.<T esd> {He dies}
 113  <S EXTON> <T verse> As full of valour as of royal blood.
 114  Both have I spilt. O, would the deed were good!
 115  For now the devil that told me I did well
 116  Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.
 117  This dead King to the living King I'll bear.
 118  Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.
   0  <Y 6> <T dsd> {[Flourish.] Enter King Henry and the Duke of York, [with  +
   0  other lords and attendants]}
   1  <S KING HENRY> <T verse> Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
   2  Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
   3  Our town of Ci'cester in Gloucestershire;
   4  But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.<T dsd> {Enter the Earl   +
   4  of Northumberland}
   5  <T verse> Welcome, my lord. What is the news?
   6  <S NORTHUMBERLAND> First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
   7  The next news is, I have to London sent
   8  The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent.
   9  The manner of their taking may appear
  10  At large discourse\d in this paper here.<T dsd> {He gives the paper to   +
  10  King Henry}
  11  <S KING HENRY> <T verse> We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains,
  12  And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.<T dsd> {Enter Lord         +
  12  Fitzwalter}
  13  <S FITZWALTER> <T verse> My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
  14  The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,
  15  Two of the dangerous consorted traitors
  16  That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
  17  <S KING HENRY> Thy pains, Fitzwalter, shall not be forgot.
  18  Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.<T dsd> {Enter Harry Percy, with    +
  18  the Bishop of Carlisle, guarded}
  19  <S HARRY PERCY> <T verse> The grand conspirator Abbot of Westminster,
  20  With clog of conscience and sour melancholy,
  21  Hath yielded up his body to the grave.
  22  But here is Carlisle living, to abide
  23  Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
  24A <S KING HENRY> Carlisle, this is your doom.
  25  Choose out some secret place, some reverent room
  26  More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life.
  27  So as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strife.
  28  For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
  29  High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.<T dsd> {Enter Exton with      +
  29  [his men bearing] the coffin}
  30  <S EXTON> <T verse> Great King, within this coffin I present
  31  Thy buried fear. Herein all breathless lies
  32  The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
  33  Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.
  34  <S KING HENRY> Exton, I thank thee not, for thou hast wrought
  35  A deed of slander with thy fatal hand
  36  Upon my head and all this famous land.
  37  <S EXTON> From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
  38  <S KING HENRY> They love not poison that do poison need;
  39  Nor do I thee. Though I did wish him dead,
  40  I hate the murderer, love him murdere\d.
  41  The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
  42  But neither my good word nor princely favour.
  43  With Cain go wander through the shades of night,
  44  And never show thy head by day nor light.<T esd> {[Exeunt Exton and his  +
  44  men]}
  45  <T verse> Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe
  46  That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
  47  Come mourn with me for what I do lament,
  48  And put on sullen black incontinent.
  49  I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land
  50  To wash this blood off from my guilty hand.
  51  March sadly after. Grace my mournings here
  52  In weeping after this untimely bier.<T esd> {Exeunt [with the coffin]}
   0  <X AP><Y ><S ><T >
   0  [[The following passages of four lines or more appear in the 1597 Quarto
   0  but not the Folio; Shakespeare probably deleted them as part of his
   0  limited revisions to the text.]]
   0  <Y A>
   0  [[After 1.3.127; the speech prefix is added here to assist in computer
   0  analysis]]
   1  <S KING RICHARD> <T verse> And for we think the eagle-winge\d pride
   2  Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts
   3  With rival-hating envy set on you
   4  To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle
   5  Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep,
   0  <Y B><S ><T >
   0  [[After 1.3.235; the speech prefix is added here to assist in computer
   0  analysis]]
   1  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> <T verse> O, had 't been a stranger, not my child,
   2  To smooth his fault I should have been more mild.
   3  A partial slander sought I to avoid,
   4  And in the sentence my own life destroyed.
   0  <Y C><S ><T >
   0  [[After 1.3.256]]
   1  <S BOLINGBROKE> <T verse> Nay, rather every tedious stride I make
   2  Will but remember what a deal of world
   3  I wander from the jewels that I love.
   4  Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
   5  To foreign passages, and in the end,
   6  Having my freedom, boast of nothing else
   7  But that I was a journeyman to grief?
   8  <S JOHN OF GAUNT> All places that the eye of heaven visits
   9  Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
  10  Teach thy necessity to reason thus:
  11  There is no virtue like necessity.
  12  Think not the King did banish thee,
  13  But thou the King. Woe doth the heavier sit
  14  Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
  15  Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour,
  16  And not the King exiled thee; or suppose
  17  Devouring pestilence hangs in our air
  18  And thou art flying to a fresher clime.
  19  Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
  20  To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st.
  21  Suppose the singing birds musicians,
  22  The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strewed,
  23  The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more
  24  Than a delightful measure or a dance;
  25  For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
  26  The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
   0  <Y D><S ><T >
   0  [[After 3.2.28; the speech prefix is added here to assist in computer
   0  analysis]]
   1  <S BISHOP OF CARLISLE> <T verse> The means that heavens yield must be    +
   1  embraced
   2  And not neglected; else heaven would,
   3  And we will not: heaven's offer we refuse,
   4  The proffered means of succour and redress.
   0  <Y E><S ><T >
   0  [[After 4.1.50]]
   1  <S ANOTHER LORD> <T verse> I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle,
   2  And spur thee on with full as many lies
   3  As may be hollowed in thy treacherous ear
   4  From sun to sun. There is my honour's pawn.
   5  Engage it to the trial if thou darest. <T dsd> {He throws down his gage}
   6  <S AUMERLE> <T verse> Who sets me else? By heaven, I'll throw at all.
   7  I have a thousand spirits in one breast
   8  To answer twenty thousand such as you.
      <T characters><X ><Y ><S ><A >
      [[`King Richard" and `Richard" are the same character; so too are
      `Bolingbroke" and `King Henry".]]
      ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER
      AUMERLE
      BAGOT
      BERKELEY
      BISHOP OF CARLISLE
      BOLINGBROKE
      BUSHY
      DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER
      DUCHESS OF YORK
      EXTON
      FIRST HERALD
      FITZWALTER
      GARDENER
      GREEN
      GROOM
      HARRY PERCY
      JOHN OF GAUNT
      KEEPER
      KING HENRY
      KING RICHARD
      LORD MARSHAL
      MOWBRAY
      NORTHUMBERLAND
      QUEEN
      RICHARD
      ROSS
      SALISBURY
      SCROPE
      SECOND HERALD
      SERVINGMAN
      SURREY
      WELSH CAPTAIN
      WILLOUGHBY
      YORK
      [BAGOT]
      [FIRST] LADY
      [FIRST] MAN
      [KING HENRY]
      [NORTHUMBERLAND]
      [SECOND] LADY
      [SECOND] MAN
      <A ><D ><H ><K ><O ><S ><T ><X ><Y >