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$Unique_ID{SSP00513} $Title{King Richard II: Act IV, Scene I} $Author{Shakespeare, William} $Subject{} $Log{Dramatis Personae*00500.txt} Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989 The Complete Works of William Shakespeare KING RICHARD II ACT IV ................................................................................ SCENE I: Westminster Hall. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . {Enter, as to the Parliament, HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF AUMERLE, NORTHUMBERLAND, HENRY PERCY, LORD FITZWATER, DUKE OF SURREY, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, the Abbot Of Westminster, and another Lord, Herald, Officers, and BAGOT.} HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Call forth Bagot. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death, Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd The bloody office of his timeless end. BAGOT: Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. BAGOT: My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted, 10 I heard you say, 'Is not my arm of length, That reacheth from the restful English court As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?' Amongst much other talk, that very time, I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crowns Than Bolingbroke's return to England; Adding withal how blest this land would be In this your cousin's death. DUKE OF AUMERLE: Princes and noble lords, What answer shall I make to this base man? 20 Shall I so much dishonor my fair stars, On equal terms to give him chastisement? Either I must, or have mine honor soil'd With the attainder of his slanderous lips. There is my gage, the manual seal of death, That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, And will maintain what thou hast said is false In thy heart-blood, though being all too base To stain the temper of my knightly sword. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up. 30 DUKE OF AUMERLE: Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence that hath moved me so. LORD FITZWATER: If that thy valor stand on sympathy, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spakest it That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester's death. If thou deny'st it twenty times, thou liest; And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. 40 DUKE OF AUMERLE: Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day. LORD FITZWATER: Now by my soul, I would it were this hour. DUKE OF AUMERLE: Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this. HENRY PERCY: Aumerle, thou liest; his honor is as true In this appeal as thou art all unjust; And that thou art so, there I throw my gage, To prove it on thee to the extremest point Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest. DUKE OF AUMERLE: An if I do not, may my hands rot off And never brandish more revengeful steel 50 Over the glittering helmet of my foe! Lord: I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle; And spur thee on with full as many lies As may be holloa'd in thy treacherous ear From sun to sun: there is my honor's pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou darest. DUKE OF AUMERLE: Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you. DUKE OF SURREY: My Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well 60 The very time Aumerle and you did talk. LORD FITZWATER: 'Tis very true: you were in presence then; And you can witness with me this is true. DUKE OF SURREY: As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true. LORD FITZWATER: Surrey, thou liest. DUKE OF SURREY: Dishonorable boy! That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, That it shall render vengeance and revenge Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie In earth as quiet as thy father's skull: In proof whereof, there is my honor's pawn; 70 Engage it to the trial, if thou darest. LORD FITZWATER: How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies, And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, To tie thee to my strong correction. As I intend to thrive in this new world, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal: Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say 80 That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men To execute the noble duke at Calais. DUKE OF AUMERLE: Some honest Christian trust me with a gage That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, If he may be repeal'd, to try his honor. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: These differences shall all rest under gage Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be, And, though mine enemy, restored again To all his lands and signories: when he's return'd, Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. 90 BISHOP OF CARLISLE: That honorable day shall ne'er be seen. Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens: And toil'd with works of war, retired himself To Italy; and there at Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colors he had fought so long. 100 HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? BISHOP OF CARLISLE: As surely as I live, my lord. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants, Your differences shall all rest under gage Till we assign you to your days of trial. {Enter DUKE OF YORK, attended.} DUKE OF YORK: Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields To the possession of thy royal hand: 110 Ascend his throne, descending now from him; And long live Henry, fourth of that name! HENRY BOLINGBROKE: In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne. BISHOP OF CARLISLE: Marry. God forbid! Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. Would God that any in this noble presence Were enough noble to be upright judge Of noble Richard! then true noblesse would Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. 120 What subject can give sentence on his king? And who sits here that is not Richard's subject? Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear, Although apparent guilt be seen in them; And shall the figure of God's majesty, His captain, steward, deputy-elect, Anointed, crowned, planted many years, Be judged by subject and inferior breath, And he himself not present? O, forfend it, God, That in a Christian climate souls refined 130 Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed! I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king: My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king: And if you crown him, let me prophesy: The blood of English shall manure the ground, And future ages groan for this foul act; Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels, And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars 140 Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound; Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls. O, if you raise this house against this house, It will the woefullest division prove That ever fell upon this cursed earth. Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so, Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe! NORTHUMBERLAND: Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains, 150 Of capital treason we arrest you here. My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge To keep him safely till his day of trial. May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender; so we shall proceed Without suspicion. DUKE OF YORK: I will be his conduct. [Exit.] HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Lords, you that here are under our arrest, Procure your sureties for your days of answer. Little are we beholding to your love, 160 And little look'd for at your helping hands. {Re-enter DUKE OF YORK, with KING RICHARD II, and Officers bearing the regalia.} KING RICHARD II: Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs: Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me To this submission. Yet I well remember The favors of these men: were they not mine? Did they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' to me? So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, 170 Found truth in all but one: I, in twelve thousand, none. God save the king! Will no man say amen? Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. God save the king! although I be not he; And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me. To do what service am I sent for hither? DUKE OF YORK: To do that office of thine own good will Which tired majesty did make thee offer, The resignation of thy state and crown To Henry Bolingbroke. 180 KING RICHARD II: Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown; Here cousin: On this side my hand, and on that side yours. Now is this golden crown like a deep well That owes two buckets, filling one another, The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen and full of water: That bucket down and full of tears am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: I thought you had been willing to resign. 190 KING RICHARD II: My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine: You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Part of your cares you give me with your crown. KING RICHARD II: Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Are you contented to resign the crown? 200 KING RICHARD II: Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be; Therefore no no, for I resign to thee. Now mark me, how I will undo myself; I give this heavy weight from off my head And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; With mine own tears I wash away my balm, With mine own hands I give away my crown, With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, With mine own breath release all duty's rites: 210 All pomp and majesty I do forswear; My manors, rents, revenues I forego; My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny: God pardon all oaths that are broke to me! God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee! Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved, And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved! Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit, And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit! God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says, 220 And send him many years of sunshine days! What more remains? NORTHUMBERLAND: No more, but that you read These accusations and these grievous crimes Committed by your person and your followers Against the state and profit of this land; That, by confessing them, the souls of men May deem that you are worthily deposed. KING RICHARD II: Must I do so? and must I ravel out My weaved-up folly? Gentle Northumberland, If thy offences were upon record, 230 Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst, There shouldst thou find one heinous article, Containing the deposing of a king And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven: Nay, all of you that stand and look upon, Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates 240 Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, And water cannot wash away your sin. NORTHUMBERLAND: My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles. KING RICHARD II: Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see: And yet salt water blinds them not so much But they can see a sort of traitors here. Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest; For I have given here my soul's consent To undeck the pompous body of a king; 250 Made glory base and sovereignty a slave, Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant. NORTHUMBERLAND: My lord,-- KING RICHARD II: No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man, Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, No, not that name was given me at the font, But 'tis usurp'd: alack the heavy day, That I have worn so many winters out, And know not now what name to call myself! O that I were a mockery king of snow, 260 Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, To melt myself away in water-drops! Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good, An if my word be sterling yet in England, Let it command a mirror hither straight, That it may show me what a face I have, Since it is bankrupt of his majesty. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass. [Exit an attendant.] NORTHUMBERLAND: Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come. KING RICHARD II: Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell! 270 HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland. NORTHUMBERLAND: The commons will not then be satisfied. KING RICHARD II: They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough, When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. {Re-enter Attendant, with a glass.} Give me the glass, and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity, 280 Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face That every day under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Was this the face that faced so many follies, And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke? A brittle glory shineth in this face: As brittle as the glory is the face; [Dashes the glass against the ground.] For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport, 290 How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow or your face. KING RICHARD II: Say that again. The shadow of my sorrow! ha! let's see: 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within; And these external manners of laments Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul; There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, For thy great bounty, that not only givest 300 Me cause to wail but teachest me the way How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, And then be gone and trouble you no more. Shall I obtain it? HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Name it, fair cousin. KING RICHARD II: 'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king: For when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but subjects; being now a subject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Yet ask. 310 KING RICHARD II: And shall I have? HENRY BOLINGBROKE: You shall. KING RICHARD II: Then give me leave to go. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Whither? KING RICHARD II: Whither you will, so I were from your sights. HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Go, some of you convey him to the Tower. KING RICHARD II: O, good! convey? conveyers are you all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. [Exeunt KING RICHARD II, some Lords, and a Guard.] HENRY BOLINGBROKE: On Wednesday next we solemnly set down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. 320 [Exeunt all except the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, the Abbot of Westminster, and DUKE OF AUMERLE.] Abbot: A woeful pageant have we here beheld. BISHOP OF CARLISLE: The woe's to come; the children yet unborn. Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. DUKE OF AUMERLE: You holy clergymen, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? Abbot: My lord, Before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the sacrament To bury mine intents, but also to effect Whatever I shall happen to devise. 330 I see your brows are full of discontent, Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears: Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay A plot shall show us all a merry day. [Exeunt.]