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- $Title{King Richard II: Act V, Scene V}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00500.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- KING RICHARD II
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- ACT V
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- SCENE V: Pomfret castle.
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- {Enter KING RICHARD.}
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- KING RICHARD II: I have been studying how I may compare
- This prison where I live unto the world:
- And for because the world is populous
- And here is not a creature but myself,
- I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
- My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
- My soul the father; and these two beget
- A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
- And these same thoughts people this little world,
- In humors like the people of this world, 10
- For no thought is contented. The better sort,
- As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
- With scruples and do set the word itself
- Against the word:
- As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
- 'It is as hard to come as for a camel
- To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
- Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
- Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
- May tear a passage through the flinty ribs 20
- Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
- And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
- Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
- That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
- Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
- Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
- That many have and others must sit there;
- And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
- Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
- Of such as have before endured the like. 30
- Thus play I in one person many people,
- And none contented: sometimes am I king;
- Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
- And so I am: then crushing penury
- Persuades me I was better when a king;
- Then am I king'd again: and by and by
- Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
- And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
- Nor I nor any man that but man is
- With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased 40
- With being nothing. Music do I hear?
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- [Music.]
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- Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
- When time is broke and no proportion kept!
- So is it in the music of men's lives.
- And here have I the daintiness of ear
- To check time broke in a disorder'd string;
- But for the concord of my state and time
- Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
- I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
- For now hath time made me his numbering clock: 50
- My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
- Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
- Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
- Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
- Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
- Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
- Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
- Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time
- Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
- While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock. 60
- This music mads me; let it sound no more;
- For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
- In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
- Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
- For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
- Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
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- {Enter a Groom of the Stable.}
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- Groom: Hail, royal prince!
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- KING RICHARD II: Thanks, noble peer;
- The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
- What art thou? and how comest thou hither,
- Where no man never comes but that sad dog 70
- That brings me food to make misfortune live?
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- Groom: I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,
- When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York,
- With much ado at length have gotten leave
- To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.
- O, how it yearn'd my heart when I beheld
- In London streets, that coronation-day,
- When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,
- That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,
- That horse that I so carefully have dress'd! 80
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- KING RICHARD II: Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
- How went he under him?
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- Groom: So proudly as if he disdain'd the ground.
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- KING RICHARD II: So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
- That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
- This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
- Would he not stumble? would he not fall down,
- Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck
- Of that proud man that did usurp his back?
- Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, 90
- Since thou, created to be awed by man,
- Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse;
- And yet I bear a burthen like an ass,
- Spurr'd, gall'd and tired by jouncing Bolingbroke.
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- {Enter Keeper, with a dish.}
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- Keeper: Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.
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- KING RICHARD II: If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.
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- Groom: What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
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- [Exit.]
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- Keeper: My lord, will't please you to fall to?
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- KING RICHARD II: Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.
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- Keeper: My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton, who 100
- lately came from the king, commands the contrary.
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- KING RICHARD II: The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee!
- Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
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- [Beats the keeper.]
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- Keeper: Help, help, help!
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- {Enter EXTON and Servants, armed.}
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- KING RICHARD II: How now! what means death in this rude assault?
- Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.
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- [Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him.]
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- Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
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- [He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down.]
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- That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire
- That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand
- Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's
- own land. 110
- Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high;
- Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.
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- [Dies.]
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- EXTON: As full of valor as of royal blood:
- Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good!
- For now the devil, that told me I did well,
- Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.
- This dead king to the living king I'll bear
- Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.
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- [Exeunt.]
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