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- $Unique_ID{SSP02509}
- $Title{King Richard II: Act III, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*02500.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 III
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- SCENE I: Bristol. Before the castle.
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- {Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK,
- NORTHUMBERLAND, LORD ROSS, HENRY PERCY, LORD
- WILLOUGHBY, with BUSHY and GREEN, prisoners.}
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- HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Bring forth these men.
- Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls--
- Since presently your souls must part your bodies--
- With too much urging your pernicious lives,
- For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood
- From off my hands, here in the view of men
- I will unfold some causes of your deaths.
- You have misled a prince, a royal king,
- A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
- By you unhappied and disfigured clean: 10
- You have in manner with your sinful hours
- Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,
- Broke the possession of a royal bed
- And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
- With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.
- Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth,
- Near to the king in blood, and near in love
- Till you did make him misinterpret me,
- Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,
- And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, 20
- Eating the bitter bread of banishment;
- Whilst you have fed upon my signories,
- Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods,
- From my own windows torn my household coat,
- Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign,
- Save men's opinions and my living blood,
- To show the world I am a gentleman.
- This and much more, much more than twice all this,
- Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd over
- To execution and the hand of death. 30
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- BUSHY: More welcome is the stroke of death to me
- Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.
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- GREEN: My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
- And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
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- HENRY BOLINGBROKE: My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd.
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- [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with the
- prisoners.]
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- Uncle, you say the queen is at your house;
- For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated:
- Tell her I send to her my kind commends;
- Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.
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- DUKE OF YORK: A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd 40
- With letters of your love to her at large.
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- HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away.
- To fight with Glendower and his complices:
- Awhile to work, and after holiday.
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- [Exeunt.]
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