Array ( [TITLE] => The Tragedy of King Richard the Second [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => KING RICHARD, the Second. [1] => HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Hereford [2] => son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King Henry IV. [3] => DUKE OF AUMERLE, son to the Duke of York. [4] => THOMAS MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk. [5] => DUKE OF SURREY [6] => EARL OF SALISBURY [7] => LORD BERKELEY [8] => EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND [9] => HENRY PERCY, surnamed HOTSPUR, his son. [10] => LORD ROSS [11] => LORD WILLOUGHBY [12] => LORD FITZWATER [13] => BISHOP OF CARLISLE [14] => Abbot Of Westminster [15] => LORD MARSHAL [16] => SIR STEPHEN SCROOP [17] => SIR PIERCE OF EXTON [18] => Captain of a band of Welshmen. [19] => QUEEN to King Richard [20] => DUCHESS OF YORK [21] => DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER [22] => Lady attending on the Queen. [23] => Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gardeners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => JOHN OF GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster [1] => EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of York ) [GRPDESCR] => uncles to the King. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => BUSHY [1] => BAGOT [2] => GREEN ) [GRPDESCR] => servants to King Richard. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE England and Wales. [PLAYSUBT] => KING RICHARD II [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. London. KING RICHARD II's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING RICHARD II, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other Nobles and Attendants [1] => Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and THOMAS MOWBRAY [2] => Exit JOHN OF GAUNT [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, [1] => Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, [2] => Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son, [3] => Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, [4] => Which then our leisure would not let us hear, [5] => Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => I have, my liege. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him, [1] => If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; [2] => Or worthily, as a good subject should, [3] => On some known ground of treachery in him? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As near as I could sift him on that argument, [1] => On some apparent danger seen in him [2] => Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then call them to our presence; face to face, [1] => And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear [2] => The accuser and the accused freely speak: [3] => High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, [4] => In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Many years of happy days befal [1] => My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Each day still better other's happiness; [1] => Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, [2] => Add an immortal title to your crown! ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We thank you both: yet one but flatters us, [1] => As well appeareth by the cause you come; [2] => Namely to appeal each other of high treason. [3] => Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object [4] => Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, heaven be the record to my speech! [1] => In the devotion of a subject's love, [2] => Tendering the precious safety of my prince, [3] => And free from other misbegotten hate, [4] => Come I appellant to this princely presence. [5] => Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, [6] => And mark my greeting well; for what I speak [7] => My body shall make good upon this earth, [8] => Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. [9] => Thou art a traitor and a miscreant, [10] => Too good to be so and too bad to live, [11] => Since the more fair and crystal is the sky, [12] => The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. [13] => Once more, the more to aggravate the note, [14] => With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; [15] => And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move, [16] => What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: [1] => 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, [2] => The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, [3] => Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain; [4] => The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this: [5] => Yet can I not of such tame patience boast [6] => As to be hush'd and nought at all to say: [7] => First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me [8] => From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; [9] => Which else would post until it had return'd [10] => These terms of treason doubled down his throat. [11] => Setting aside his high blood's royalty, [12] => And let him be no kinsman to my liege, [13] => I do defy him, and I spit at him; [14] => Call him a slanderous coward and a villain: [15] => Which to maintain I would allow him odds, [16] => And meet him, were I tied to run afoot [17] => Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, [18] => Or any other ground inhabitable, [19] => Where ever Englishman durst set his foot. [20] => Mean time let this defend my loyalty, [21] => By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage, [1] => Disclaiming here the kindred of the king, [2] => And lay aside my high blood's royalty, [3] => Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except. [4] => If guilty dread have left thee so much strength [5] => As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop: [6] => By that and all the rites of knighthood else, [7] => Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, [8] => What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I take it up; and by that sword I swear [1] => Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder, [2] => I'll answer thee in any fair degree, [3] => Or chivalrous design of knightly trial: [4] => And when I mount, alive may I not light, [5] => If I be traitor or unjustly fight! ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge? [1] => It must be great that can inherit us [2] => So much as of a thought of ill in him. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true; [1] => That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles [2] => In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers, [3] => The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, [4] => Like a false traitor and injurious villain. [5] => Besides I say and will in battle prove, [6] => Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge [7] => That ever was survey'd by English eye, [8] => That all the treasons for these eighteen years [9] => Complotted and contrived in this land [10] => Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. [11] => Further I say and further will maintain [12] => Upon his bad life to make all this good, [13] => That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death, [14] => Suggest his soon-believing adversaries, [15] => And consequently, like a traitor coward, [16] => Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood: [17] => Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, [18] => Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, [19] => To me for justice and rough chastisement; [20] => And, by the glorious worth of my descent, [21] => This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How high a pitch his resolution soars! [1] => Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, let my sovereign turn away his face [1] => And bid his ears a little while be deaf, [2] => Till I have told this slander of his blood, [3] => How God and good men hate so foul a liar. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears: [1] => Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, [2] => As he is but my father's brother's son, [3] => Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow, [4] => Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood [5] => Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize [6] => The unstooping firmness of my upright soul: [7] => He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou: [8] => Free speech and fearless I to thee allow. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, [1] => Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest. [2] => Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais [3] => Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers; [4] => The other part reserved I by consent, [5] => For that my sovereign liege was in my debt [6] => Upon remainder of a dear account, [7] => Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: [8] => Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's death, [9] => I slew him not; but to my own disgrace [10] => Neglected my sworn duty in that case. [11] => For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster, [12] => The honourable father to my foe [13] => Once did I lay an ambush for your life, [14] => A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul [15] => But ere I last received the sacrament [16] => I did confess it, and exactly begg'd [17] => Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it. [18] => This is my fault: as for the rest appeall'd, [19] => It issues from the rancour of a villain, [20] => A recreant and most degenerate traitor [21] => Which in myself I boldly will defend; [22] => And interchangeably hurl down my gage [23] => Upon this overweening traitor's foot, [24] => To prove myself a loyal gentleman [25] => Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom. [26] => In haste whereof, most heartily I pray [27] => Your highness to assign our trial day. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me; [1] => Let's purge this choler without letting blood: [2] => This we prescribe, though no physician; [3] => Deep malice makes too deep incision; [4] => Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; [5] => Our doctors say this is no month to bleed. [6] => Good uncle, let this end where it begun; [7] => We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To be a make-peace shall become my age: [1] => Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => And, Norfolk, throw down his. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When, Harry, when? [1] => Obedience bids I should not bid again. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot. [1] => My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: [2] => The one my duty owes; but my fair name, [3] => Despite of death that lives upon my grave, [4] => To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. [5] => I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here, [6] => Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear, [7] => The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood [8] => Which breathed this poison. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rage must be withstood: [1] => Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame. [1] => And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, [2] => The purest treasure mortal times afford [3] => Is spotless reputation: that away, [4] => Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. [5] => A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest [6] => Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast. [7] => Mine honour is my life; both grow in one: [8] => Take honour from me, and my life is done: [9] => Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; [10] => In that I live and for that will I die. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, God defend my soul from such deep sin! [1] => Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight? [2] => Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height [3] => Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue [4] => Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong, [5] => Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear [6] => The slavish motive of recanting fear, [7] => And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, [8] => Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We were not born to sue, but to command; [1] => Which since we cannot do to make you friends, [2] => Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, [3] => At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day: [4] => There shall your swords and lances arbitrate [5] => The swelling difference of your settled hate: [6] => Since we can not atone you, we shall see [7] => Justice design the victor's chivalry. [8] => Lord marshal, command our officers at arms [9] => Be ready to direct these home alarms. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The DUKE OF LANCASTER'S palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter JOHN OF GAUNT with DUCHESS [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood [1] => Doth more solicit me than your exclaims, [2] => To stir against the butchers of his life! [3] => But since correction lieth in those hands [4] => Which made the fault that we cannot correct, [5] => Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven; [6] => Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth, [7] => Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? [1] => Hath love in thy old blood no living fire? [2] => Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, [3] => Were as seven vials of his sacred blood, [4] => Or seven fair branches springing from one root: [5] => Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, [6] => Some of those branches by the Destinies cut; [7] => But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester, [8] => One vial full of Edward's sacred blood, [9] => One flourishing branch of his most royal root, [10] => Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt, [11] => Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, [12] => By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe. [13] => Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! that bed, that womb, [14] => That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee [15] => Made him a man; and though thou livest and breathest, [16] => Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent [17] => In some large measure to thy father's death, [18] => In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, [19] => Who was the model of thy father's life. [20] => Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair: [21] => In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, [22] => Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life, [23] => Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee: [24] => That which in mean men we intitle patience [25] => Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. [26] => What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, [27] => The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute, [1] => His deputy anointed in His sight, [2] => Hath caused his death: the which if wrongfully, [3] => Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift [4] => An angry arm against His minister. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS [LINE] => Where then, alas, may I complain myself? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => To God, the widow's champion and defence. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. [1] => Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold [2] => Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight: [3] => O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, [4] => That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast! [5] => Or, if misfortune miss the first career, [6] => Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, [7] => They may break his foaming courser's back, [8] => And throw the rider headlong in the lists, [9] => A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford! [10] => Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's wife [11] => With her companion grief must end her life. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry: [1] => As much good stay with thee as go with me! ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls, [1] => Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: [2] => I take my leave before I have begun, [3] => For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. [4] => Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York. [5] => Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so; [6] => Though this be all, do not so quickly go; [7] => I shall remember more. Bid him--ah, what?-- [8] => With all good speed at Plashy visit me. [9] => Alack, and what shall good old York there see [10] => But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, [11] => Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? [12] => And what hear there for welcome but my groans? [13] => Therefore commend me; let him not come there, [14] => To seek out sorrow that dwells every where. [15] => Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die: [16] => The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The lists at Coventry. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE [1] => The trumpets sound, and KING RICHARD enters with his nobles, JOHN OF GAUNT, BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN, and others. When they are set, enter THOMAS MOWBRAY in arms, defendant, with a Herald [2] => The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, appellant, in armour, with a Herald [3] => Exit [4] => Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Marshal [LINE] => My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Marshal [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, [1] => Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay [1] => For nothing but his majesty's approach. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marshal, demand of yonder champion [1] => The cause of his arrival here in arms: [2] => Ask him his name and orderly proceed [3] => To swear him in the justice of his cause. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Marshal [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In God's name and the king's, say who thou art [1] => And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms, [2] => Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel: [3] => Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath; [4] => As so defend thee heaven and thy valour! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk; [1] => Who hither come engaged by my oath-- [2] => Which God defend a knight should violate!-- [3] => Both to defend my loyalty and truth [4] => To God, my king and my succeeding issue, [5] => Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me [6] => And, by the grace of God and this mine arm, [7] => To prove him, in defending of myself, [8] => A traitor to my God, my king, and me: [9] => And as I truly fight, defend me heaven! ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, [1] => Both who he is and why he cometh hither [2] => Thus plated in habiliments of war, [3] => And formally, according to our law, [4] => Depose him in the justice of his cause. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Marshal [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither, [1] => Before King Richard in his royal lists? [2] => Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel? [3] => Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven! ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby [1] => Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, [2] => To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour, [3] => In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, [4] => That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous, [5] => To God of heaven, King Richard and to me; [6] => And as I truly fight, defend me heaven! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Marshal [LINE] => Array ( [0] => On pain of death, no person be so bold [1] => Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, [2] => Except the marshal and such officers [3] => Appointed to direct these fair designs. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, [1] => And bow my knee before his majesty: [2] => For Mowbray and myself are like two men [3] => That vow a long and weary pilgrimage; [4] => Then let us take a ceremonious leave [5] => And loving farewell of our several friends. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Marshal [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The appellant in all duty greets your highness, [1] => And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will descend and fold him in our arms. [1] => Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, [2] => So be thy fortune in this royal fight! [3] => Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, [4] => Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O let no noble eye profane a tear [1] => For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear: [2] => As confident as is the falcon's flight [3] => Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. [4] => My loving lord, I take my leave of you; [5] => Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle; [6] => Not sick, although I have to do with death, [7] => But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath. [8] => Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet [9] => The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: [10] => O thou, the earthly author of my blood, [11] => Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, [12] => Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up [13] => To reach at victory above my head, [14] => Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; [15] => And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, [16] => That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat, [17] => And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt, [18] => Even in the lusty havior of his son. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God in thy good cause make thee prosperous! [1] => Be swift like lightning in the execution; [2] => And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, [3] => Fall like amazing thunder on the casque [4] => Of thy adverse pernicious enemy: [5] => Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive! ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => However God or fortune cast my lot, [1] => There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne, [2] => A loyal, just and upright gentleman: [3] => Never did captive with a freer heart [4] => Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace [5] => His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement, [6] => More than my dancing soul doth celebrate [7] => This feast of battle with mine adversary. [8] => Most mighty liege, and my companion peers, [9] => Take from my mouth the wish of happy years: [10] => As gentle and as jocund as to jest [11] => Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, my lord: securely I espy [1] => Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. [2] => Order the trial, marshal, and begin. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Marshal [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, [1] => Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Marshal [LINE] => Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Herald [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, [1] => Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself, [2] => On pain to be found false and recreant, [3] => To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, [4] => A traitor to his God, his king and him; [5] => And dares him to set forward to the fight. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Herald [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, [1] => On pain to be found false and recreant, [2] => Both to defend himself and to approve [3] => Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, [4] => To God, his sovereign and to him disloyal; [5] => Courageously and with a free desire [6] => Attending but the signal to begin. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Marshal [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. [1] => Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down. ) [STAGEDIR] => A charge sounded ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, [1] => And both return back to their chairs again: [2] => Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound [3] => While we return these dukes what we decree. [4] => Draw near, [5] => And list what with our council we have done. [6] => For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd [7] => With that dear blood which it hath fostered; [8] => And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect [9] => Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' sword; [10] => And for we think the eagle-winged pride [11] => Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, [12] => With rival-hating envy, set on you [13] => To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle [14] => Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep; [15] => Which so roused up with boisterous untuned drums, [16] => With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, [17] => And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, [18] => Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace [19] => And make us wade even in our kindred's blood, [20] => Therefore, we banish you our territories: [21] => You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life, [22] => Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields [23] => Shall not regreet our fair dominions, [24] => But tread the stranger paths of banishment. ) [STAGEDIR] => A long flourish ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your will be done: this must my comfort be, [1] => Sun that warms you here shall shine on me; [2] => And those his golden beams to you here lent [3] => Shall point on me and gild my banishment. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, [1] => Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: [2] => The sly slow hours shall not determinate [3] => The dateless limit of thy dear exile; [4] => The hopeless word of 'never to return' [5] => Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, [1] => And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth: [2] => A dearer merit, not so deep a maim [3] => As to be cast forth in the common air, [4] => Have I deserved at your highness' hands. [5] => The language I have learn'd these forty years, [6] => My native English, now I must forego: [7] => And now my tongue's use is to me no more [8] => Than an unstringed viol or a harp, [9] => Or like a cunning instrument cased up, [10] => Or, being open, put into his hands [11] => That knows no touch to tune the harmony: [12] => Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, [13] => Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips; [14] => And dull unfeeling barren ignorance [15] => Is made my gaoler to attend on me. [16] => I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, [17] => Too far in years to be a pupil now: [18] => What is thy sentence then but speechless death, [19] => Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It boots thee not to be compassionate: [1] => After our sentence plaining comes too late. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then thus I turn me from my country's light, [1] => To dwell in solemn shades of endless night. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Return again, and take an oath with thee. [1] => Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands; [2] => Swear by the duty that you owe to God-- [3] => Our part therein we banish with yourselves-- [4] => To keep the oath that we administer: [5] => You never shall, so help you truth and God! [6] => Embrace each other's love in banishment; [7] => Nor never look upon each other's face; [8] => Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile [9] => This louring tempest of your home-bred hate; [10] => Nor never by advised purpose meet [11] => To plot, contrive, or complot any ill [12] => 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => I swear. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => And I, to keep all this. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:-- [1] => By this time, had the king permitted us, [2] => One of our souls had wander'd in the air. [3] => Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh, [4] => As now our flesh is banish'd from this land: [5] => Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm; [6] => Since thou hast far to go, bear not along [7] => The clogging burthen of a guilty soul. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THOMAS MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor, [1] => My name be blotted from the book of life, [2] => And I from heaven banish'd as from hence! [3] => But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know; [4] => And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue. [5] => Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray; [6] => Save back to England, all the world's my way. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes [1] => I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect [2] => Hath from the number of his banish'd years [3] => Pluck'd four away. [4] => Six frozen winter spent, [5] => Return with welcome home from banishment. ) [STAGEDIR] => To HENRY BOLINGBROKE ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How long a time lies in one little word! [1] => Four lagging winters and four wanton springs [2] => End in a word: such is the breath of kings. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank my liege, that in regard of me [1] => He shortens four years of my son's exile: [2] => But little vantage shall I reap thereby; [3] => For, ere the six years that he hath to spend [4] => Can change their moons and bring their times about [5] => My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light [6] => Shall be extinct with age and endless night; [7] => My inch of taper will be burnt and done, [8] => And blindfold death not let me see my son. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Why uncle, thou hast many years to live. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But not a minute, king, that thou canst give: [1] => Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, [2] => And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; [3] => Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, [4] => But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; [5] => Thy word is current with him for my death, [6] => But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy son is banish'd upon good advice, [1] => Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave: [2] => Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour? ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. [1] => You urged me as a judge; but I had rather [2] => You would have bid me argue like a father. [3] => O, had it been a stranger, not my child, [4] => To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: [5] => A partial slander sought I to avoid, [6] => And in the sentence my own life destroy'd. [7] => Alas, I look'd when some of you should say, [8] => I was too strict to make mine own away; [9] => But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue [10] => Against my will to do myself this wrong. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so: [1] => Six years we banish him, and he shall go. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know, [1] => From where you do remain let paper show. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Marshal [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, [1] => As far as land will let me, by your side. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words, [1] => That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends? ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have too few to take my leave of you, [1] => When the tongue's office should be prodigal [2] => To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Thy grief is but thy absence for a time. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Joy absent, grief is present for that time. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => What is six winters? they are quickly gone. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My heart will sigh when I miscall it so, [1] => Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The sullen passage of thy weary steps [1] => Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set [2] => The precious jewel of thy home return. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make [1] => Will but remember me what a deal of world [2] => I wander from the jewels that I love. [3] => Must I not serve a long apprenticehood [4] => To foreign passages, and in the end, [5] => Having my freedom, boast of nothing else [6] => But that I was a journeyman to grief? ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All places that the eye of heaven visits [1] => Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. [2] => Teach thy necessity to reason thus; [3] => There is no virtue like necessity. [4] => Think not the king did banish thee, [5] => But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit, [6] => Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. [7] => Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour [8] => And not the king exiled thee; or suppose [9] => Devouring pestilence hangs in our air [10] => And thou art flying to a fresher clime: [11] => Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it [12] => To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou comest: [13] => Suppose the singing birds musicians, [14] => The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd, [15] => The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more [16] => Than a delightful measure or a dance; [17] => For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite [18] => The man that mocks at it and sets it light. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, who can hold a fire in his hand [1] => By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? [2] => Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite [3] => By bare imagination of a feast? [4] => Or wallow naked in December snow [5] => By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? [6] => O, no! the apprehension of the good [7] => Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: [8] => Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more [9] => Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: [1] => Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu; [1] => My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! [2] => Where'er I wander, boast of this I can, [3] => Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The court. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING RICHARD II, with BAGOT and GREEN at one door; and the DUKE OF AUMERLE at another [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We did observe. Cousin Aumerle, [1] => How far brought you high Hereford on his way? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I brought high Hereford, if you call him so, [1] => But to the next highway, and there I left him. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => And say, what store of parting tears were shed? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind, [1] => Which then blew bitterly against our faces, [2] => Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance [3] => Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => What said our cousin when you parted with him? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Farewell:' [1] => And, for my heart disdained that my tongue [2] => Should so profane the word, that taught me craft [3] => To counterfeit oppression of such grief [4] => That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave. [5] => Marry, would the word 'farewell' have lengthen'd hours [6] => And added years to his short banishment, [7] => He should have had a volume of farewells; [8] => But since it would not, he had none of me. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, [1] => When time shall call him home from banishment, [2] => Whether our kinsman come to see his friends. [3] => Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green [4] => Observed his courtship to the common people; [5] => How he did seem to dive into their hearts [6] => With humble and familiar courtesy, [7] => What reverence he did throw away on slaves, [8] => Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles [9] => And patient underbearing of his fortune, [10] => As 'twere to banish their affects with him. [11] => Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench; [12] => A brace of draymen bid God speed him well [13] => And had the tribute of his supple knee, [14] => With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;' [15] => As were our England in reversion his, [16] => And he our subjects' next degree in hope. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts. [1] => Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland, [2] => Expedient manage must be made, my liege, [3] => Ere further leisure yield them further means [4] => For their advantage and your highness' loss. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will ourself in person to this war: [1] => And, for our coffers, with too great a court [2] => And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light, [3] => We are inforced to farm our royal realm; [4] => The revenue whereof shall furnish us [5] => For our affairs in hand: if that come short, [6] => Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters; [7] => Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich, [8] => They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold [9] => And send them after to supply our wants; [10] => For we will make for Ireland presently. [11] => Bushy, what news? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter BUSHY ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord, [1] => Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste [2] => To entreat your majesty to visit him. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Where lies he? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => At Ely House. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now put it, God, in the physician's mind [1] => To help him to his grave immediately! [2] => The lining of his coffers shall make coats [3] => To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars. [4] => Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him: [5] => Pray God we may make haste, and come too late! ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Amen. ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Ely House. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter JOHN OF GAUNT sick, with the DUKE OF YORK, &c [1] => Enter KING RICHARD II and QUEEN, DUKE OF AUMERLE, BUSHY, GREEN, BAGOT, LORD ROSS, and LORD WILLOUGHBY [2] => Exit, borne off by his Attendants [3] => Enter NORTHUMBERLAND [4] => Exit [5] => Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II, QUEEN, DUKE OF AUMERLE, BUSHY, GREEN, and BAGOT [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will the king come, that I may breathe my last [1] => In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; [1] => For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, but they say the tongues of dying men [1] => Enforce attention like deep harmony: [2] => Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, [3] => For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. [4] => He that no more must say is listen'd more [5] => Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose; [6] => More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before: [7] => The setting sun, and music at the close, [8] => As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, [9] => Writ in remembrance more than things long past: [10] => Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear, [11] => My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds, [1] => As praises, of whose taste the wise are fond, [2] => Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound [3] => The open ear of youth doth always listen; [4] => Report of fashions in proud Italy, [5] => Whose manners still our tardy apish nation [6] => Limps after in base imitation. [7] => Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity-- [8] => So it be new, there's no respect how vile-- [9] => That is not quickly buzzed into his ears? [10] => Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, [11] => Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard. [12] => Direct not him whose way himself will choose: [13] => 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Methinks I am a prophet new inspired [1] => And thus expiring do foretell of him: [2] => His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, [3] => For violent fires soon burn out themselves; [4] => Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; [5] => He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; [6] => With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder: [7] => Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, [8] => Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. [9] => This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, [10] => This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, [11] => This other Eden, demi-paradise, [12] => This fortress built by Nature for herself [13] => Against infection and the hand of war, [14] => This happy breed of men, this little world, [15] => This precious stone set in the silver sea, [16] => Which serves it in the office of a wall, [17] => Or as a moat defensive to a house, [18] => Against the envy of less happier lands, [19] => This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, [20] => This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, [21] => Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, [22] => Renowned for their deeds as far from home, [23] => For Christian service and true chivalry, [24] => As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry, [25] => Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, [26] => This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, [27] => Dear for her reputation through the world, [28] => Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, [29] => Like to a tenement or pelting farm: [30] => England, bound in with the triumphant sea [31] => Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege [32] => Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, [33] => With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: [34] => That England, that was wont to conquer others, [35] => Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. [36] => Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, [37] => How happy then were my ensuing death! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king is come: deal mildly with his youth; [1] => For young hot colts being raged do rage the more. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => What comfort, man? how is't with aged Gaunt? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O how that name befits my composition! [1] => Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old: [2] => Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; [3] => And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt? [4] => For sleeping England long time have I watch'd; [5] => Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt: [6] => The pleasure that some fathers feed upon, [7] => Is my strict fast; I mean, my children's looks; [8] => And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: [9] => Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, [10] => Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Can sick men play so nicely with their names? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, misery makes sport to mock itself: [1] => Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, [2] => I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Should dying men flatter with those that live? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => No, no, men living flatter those that die. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Thou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => O, no! thou diest, though I the sicker be. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now He that made me knows I see thee ill; [1] => Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. [2] => Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land [3] => Wherein thou liest in reputation sick; [4] => And thou, too careless patient as thou art, [5] => Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure [6] => Of those physicians that first wounded thee: [7] => A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, [8] => Whose compass is no bigger than thy head; [9] => And yet, incaged in so small a verge, [10] => The waste is no whit lesser than thy land. [11] => O, had thy grandsire with a prophet's eye [12] => Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons, [13] => From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame, [14] => Deposing thee before thou wert possess'd, [15] => Which art possess'd now to depose thyself. [16] => Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, [17] => It were a shame to let this land by lease; [18] => But for thy world enjoying but this land, [19] => Is it not more than shame to shame it so? [20] => Landlord of England art thou now, not king: [21] => Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; And thou-- ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A lunatic lean-witted fool, [1] => Presuming on an ague's privilege, [2] => Darest with thy frozen admonition [3] => Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood [4] => With fury from his native residence. [5] => Now, by my seat's right royal majesty, [6] => Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son, [7] => This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head [8] => Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN OF GAUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son, [1] => For that I was his father Edward's son; [2] => That blood already, like the pelican, [3] => Hast thou tapp'd out and drunkenly caroused: [4] => My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul, [5] => Whom fair befal in heaven 'mongst happy souls! [6] => May be a precedent and witness good [7] => That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood: [8] => Join with the present sickness that I have; [9] => And thy unkindness be like crooked age, [10] => To crop at once a too long wither'd flower. [11] => Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee! [12] => These words hereafter thy tormentors be! [13] => Convey me to my bed, then to my grave: [14] => Love they to live that love and honour have. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And let them die that age and sullens have; [1] => For both hast thou, and both become the grave. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do beseech your majesty, impute his words [1] => To wayward sickliness and age in him: [2] => He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear [3] => As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his; [1] => As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => What says he? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, nothing; all is said [1] => His tongue is now a stringless instrument; [2] => Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be York the next that must be bankrupt so! [1] => Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; [1] => His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be. [2] => So much for that. Now for our Irish wars: [3] => We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns, [4] => Which live like venom where no venom else [5] => But only they have privilege to live. [6] => And for these great affairs do ask some charge, [7] => Towards our assistance we do seize to us [8] => The plate, corn, revenues and moveables, [9] => Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How long shall I be patient? ah, how long [1] => Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong? [2] => Not Gloucester's death, nor Hereford's banishment [3] => Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs, [4] => Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke [5] => About his marriage, nor my own disgrace, [6] => Have ever made me sour my patient cheek, [7] => Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face. [8] => I am the last of noble Edward's sons, [9] => Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first: [10] => In war was never lion raged more fierce, [11] => In peace was never gentle lamb more mild, [12] => Than was that young and princely gentleman. [13] => His face thou hast, for even so look'd he, [14] => Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours; [15] => But when he frown'd, it was against the French [16] => And not against his friends; his noble hand [17] => Did will what he did spend and spent not that [18] => Which his triumphant father's hand had won; [19] => His hands were guilty of no kindred blood, [20] => But bloody with the enemies of his kin. [21] => O Richard! York is too far gone with grief, [22] => Or else he never would compare between. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Why, uncle, what's the matter? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O my liege, [1] => Pardon me, if you please; if not, I, pleased [2] => Not to be pardon'd, am content withal. [3] => Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands [4] => The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford? [5] => Is not Gaunt dead, and doth not Hereford live? [6] => Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true? [7] => Did not the one deserve to have an heir? [8] => Is not his heir a well-deserving son? [9] => Take Hereford's rights away, and take from Time [10] => His charters and his customary rights; [11] => Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day; [12] => Be not thyself; for how art thou a king [13] => But by fair sequence and succession? [14] => Now, afore God--God forbid I say true!-- [15] => If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights, [16] => Call in the letters patent that he hath [17] => By his attorneys-general to sue [18] => His livery, and deny his offer'd homage, [19] => You pluck a thousand dangers on your head, [20] => You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts [21] => And prick my tender patience, to those thoughts [22] => Which honour and allegiance cannot think. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Think what you will, we seize into our hands [1] => His plate, his goods, his money and his lands. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll not be by the while: my liege, farewell: [1] => What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell; [2] => But by bad courses may be understood [3] => That their events can never fall out good. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight: [1] => Bid him repair to us to Ely House [2] => To see this business. To-morrow next [3] => We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow: [4] => And we create, in absence of ourself, [5] => Our uncle York lord governor of England; [6] => For he is just and always loved us well. [7] => Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part; [8] => Be merry, for our time of stay is short ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => And living too; for now his son is duke. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD WILLOUGHBY [LINE] => Barely in title, not in revenue. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Richly in both, if justice had her right. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My heart is great; but it must break with silence, [1] => Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more [1] => That speaks thy words again to do thee harm! ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD WILLOUGHBY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford? [1] => If it be so, out with it boldly, man; [2] => Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No good at all that I can do for him; [1] => Unless you call it good to pity him, [2] => Bereft and gelded of his patrimony. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne [1] => In him, a royal prince, and many moe [2] => Of noble blood in this declining land. [3] => The king is not himself, but basely led [4] => By flatterers; and what they will inform, [5] => Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all, [6] => That will the king severely prosecute [7] => 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes, [1] => And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined [2] => For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD WILLOUGHBY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And daily new exactions are devised, [1] => As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: [2] => But what, o' God's name, doth become of this? ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not, [1] => But basely yielded upon compromise [2] => That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows: [3] => More hath he spent in peace than they in wars. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD WILLOUGHBY [LINE] => The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He hath not money for these Irish wars, [1] => His burthenous taxations notwithstanding, [2] => But by the robbing of the banish'd duke. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His noble kinsman: most degenerate king! [1] => But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, [2] => Yet see no shelter to avoid the storm; [3] => We see the wind sit sore upon our sails, [4] => And yet we strike not, but securely perish. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We see the very wreck that we must suffer; [1] => And unavoided is the danger now, [2] => For suffering so the causes of our wreck. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death [1] => I spy life peering; but I dare not say [2] => How near the tidings of our comfort is. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD WILLOUGHBY [LINE] => Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be confident to speak, Northumberland: [1] => We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, [2] => Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then thus: I have from Port le Blanc, a bay [1] => In Brittany, received intelligence [2] => That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord Cobham, [3] => That late broke from the Duke of Exeter, [4] => His brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury, [5] => Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston, [6] => Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton and Francis Quoint, [7] => All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Bretagne [8] => With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, [9] => Are making hither with all due expedience [10] => And shortly mean to touch our northern shore: [11] => Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay [12] => The first departing of the king for Ireland. [13] => If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke, [14] => Imp out our drooping country's broken wing, [15] => Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown, [16] => Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt [17] => And make high majesty look like itself, [18] => Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh; [19] => But if you faint, as fearing to do so, [20] => Stay and be secret, and myself will go. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD WILLOUGHBY [LINE] => Hold out my horse, and I will first be there. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter QUEEN, BUSHY, and BAGOT [1] => Enter GREEN [2] => Enter DUKE OF YORK [3] => Enter a Servant [4] => Exeunt DUKE OF YORK and QUEEN [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, your majesty is too much sad: [1] => You promised, when you parted with the king, [2] => To lay aside life-harming heaviness [3] => And entertain a cheerful disposition. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To please the king I did; to please myself [1] => I cannot do it; yet I know no cause [2] => Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, [3] => Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest [4] => As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks, [5] => Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, [6] => Is coming towards me, and my inward soul [7] => With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves, [8] => More than with parting from my lord the king. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, [1] => Which shows like grief itself, but is not so; [2] => For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, [3] => Divides one thing entire to many objects; [4] => Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon [5] => Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry [6] => Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty, [7] => Looking awry upon your lord's departure, [8] => Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; [9] => Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows [10] => Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen, [11] => More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen; [12] => Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, [13] => Which for things true weeps things imaginary. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It may be so; but yet my inward soul [1] => Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be, [2] => I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad [3] => As, though on thinking on no thought I think, [4] => Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived [1] => From some forefather grief; mine is not so, [2] => For nothing had begot my something grief; [3] => Or something hath the nothing that I grieve: [4] => 'Tis in reversion that I do possess; [5] => But what it is, that is not yet known; what [6] => I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen: [1] => I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is; [1] => For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope: [2] => Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That he, our hope, might have retired his power, [1] => And driven into despair an enemy's hope, [2] => Who strongly hath set footing in this land: [3] => The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, [4] => And with uplifted arms is safe arrived [5] => At Ravenspurgh. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Now God in heaven forbid! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse, [1] => The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy, [2] => The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, [3] => With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland [1] => And all the rest revolted faction traitors? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester [1] => Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, [2] => And all the household servants fled with him [3] => To Bolingbroke. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, [1] => And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: [2] => Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy, [3] => And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother, [4] => Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => Despair not, madam. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who shall hinder me? [1] => I will despair, and be at enmity [2] => With cozening hope: he is a flatterer, [3] => A parasite, a keeper back of death, [4] => Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, [5] => Which false hope lingers in extremity. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREEN [LINE] => Here comes the Duke of York. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With signs of war about his aged neck: [1] => O, full of careful business are his looks! [2] => Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: [1] => Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, [2] => Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief. [3] => Your husband, he is gone to save far off, [4] => Whilst others come to make him lose at home: [5] => Here am I left to underprop his land, [6] => Who, weak with age, cannot support myself: [7] => Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; [8] => Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => My lord, your son was gone before I came. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He was? Why, so! go all which way it will! [1] => The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, [2] => And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. [3] => Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester; [4] => Bid her send me presently a thousand pound: [5] => Hold, take my ring. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship, [1] => To-day, as I came by, I called there; [2] => But I shall grieve you to report the rest. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => What is't, knave? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => An hour before I came, the duchess died. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God for his mercy! what a tide of woes [1] => Comes rushing on this woeful land at once! [2] => I know not what to do: I would to God, [3] => So my untruth had not provoked him to it, [4] => The king had cut off my head with my brother's. [5] => What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland? [6] => How shall we do for money for these wars? [7] => Come, sister,--cousin, I would say--pray, pardon me. [8] => Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts [9] => And bring away the armour that is there. [10] => Gentlemen, will you go muster men? [11] => If I know how or which way to order these affairs [12] => Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, [13] => Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen: [14] => The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath [15] => And duty bids defend; the other again [16] => Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd, [17] => Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. [18] => Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll [19] => Dispose of you. [20] => Gentlemen, go, muster up your men, [21] => And meet me presently at Berkeley. [22] => I should to Plashy too; [23] => But time will not permit: all is uneven, [24] => And every thing is left at six and seven. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Servant ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, [1] => But none returns. For us to levy power [2] => Proportionable to the enemy [3] => Is all unpossible. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Besides, our nearness to the king in love [1] => Is near the hate of those love not the king. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BAGOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And that's the wavering commons: for their love [1] => Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them [2] => By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BAGOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If judgement lie in them, then so do we, [1] => Because we ever have been near the king. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle: [1] => The Earl of Wiltshire is already there. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thither will I with you; for little office [1] => The hateful commons will perform for us, [2] => Except like curs to tear us all to pieces. [3] => Will you go along with us? ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BAGOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; I will to Ireland to his majesty. [1] => Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain, [2] => We three here art that ne'er shall meet again. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes [1] => Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry: [2] => Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. [3] => Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => Well, we may meet again. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BAGOT [LINE] => I fear me, never. ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Wilds in Gloucestershire. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces [1] => Enter HENRY PERCY [2] => Enter LORD ROSS and LORD WILLOUGHBY [3] => Enter LORD BERKELEY [4] => Enter DUKE OF YORK attended [5] => Kneels [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Believe me, noble lord, [1] => I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire: [2] => These high wild hills and rough uneven ways [3] => Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome, [4] => And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, [5] => Making the hard way sweet and delectable. [6] => But I bethink me what a weary way [7] => From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found [8] => In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company, [9] => Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled [10] => The tediousness and process of my travel: [11] => But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have [12] => The present benefit which I possess; [13] => And hope to joy is little less in joy [14] => Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords [15] => Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done [16] => By sight of what I have, your noble company. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of much less value is my company [1] => Than your good words. But who comes here? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is my son, young Harry Percy, [1] => Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever. [2] => Harry, how fares your uncle? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Why, is he not with the queen? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court, [1] => Broken his staff of office and dispersed [2] => The household of the king. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What was his reason? [1] => He was not so resolved when last we spake together. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor. [1] => But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh, [2] => To offer service to the Duke of Hereford, [3] => And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover [4] => What power the Duke of York had levied there; [5] => Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my good lord, for that is not forgot [1] => Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, [2] => I never in my life did look on him. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Then learn to know him now; this is the duke. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My gracious lord, I tender you my service, [1] => Such as it is, being tender, raw and young: [2] => Which elder days shall ripen and confirm [3] => To more approved service and desert. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure [1] => I count myself in nothing else so happy [2] => As in a soul remembering my good friends; [3] => And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, [4] => It shall be still thy true love's recompense: [5] => My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir [1] => Keeps good old York there with his men of war? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees, [1] => Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard; [2] => And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour; [3] => None else of name and noble estimate. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby, [1] => Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues [1] => A banish'd traitor: all my treasury [2] => Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd [3] => Shall be your love and labour's recompense. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD WILLOUGHBY [LINE] => And far surmounts our labour to attain it. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; [1] => Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, [2] => Stands for my bounty. But who comes here? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BERKELEY [LINE] => My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, my answer is--to Lancaster; [1] => And I am come to seek that name in England; [2] => And I must find that title in your tongue, [3] => Before I make reply to aught you say. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BERKELEY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning [1] => To raze one title of your honour out: [2] => To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will, [3] => From the most gracious regent of this land, [4] => The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on [5] => To take advantage of the absent time [6] => And fright our native peace with self-born arms. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall not need transport my words by you; [1] => Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle! ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, [1] => Whose duty is deceiveable and false. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => My gracious uncle-- ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, tut! [1] => Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle: [2] => I am no traitor's uncle; and that word 'grace.' [3] => In an ungracious mouth is but profane. [4] => Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs [5] => Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? [6] => But then more 'why?' why have they dared to march [7] => So many miles upon her peaceful bosom, [8] => Frighting her pale-faced villages with war [9] => And ostentation of despised arms? [10] => Comest thou because the anointed king is hence? [11] => Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, [12] => And in my loyal bosom lies his power. [13] => Were I but now the lord of such hot youth [14] => As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself [15] => Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, [16] => From forth the ranks of many thousand French, [17] => O, then how quickly should this arm of mine. [18] => Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee [19] => And minister correction to thy fault! ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My gracious uncle, let me know my fault: [1] => On what condition stands it and wherein? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Even in condition of the worst degree, [1] => In gross rebellion and detested treason: [2] => Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come [3] => Before the expiration of thy time, [4] => In braving arms against thy sovereign. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; [1] => But as I come, I come for Lancaster. [2] => And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace [3] => Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye: [4] => You are my father, for methinks in you [5] => I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father, [6] => Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd [7] => A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties [8] => Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away [9] => To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born? [10] => If that my cousin king be King of England, [11] => It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster. [12] => You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin; [13] => Had you first died, and he been thus trod down, [14] => He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, [15] => To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay. [16] => I am denied to sue my livery here, [17] => And yet my letters-patents give me leave: [18] => My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold, [19] => And these and all are all amiss employ'd. [20] => What would you have me do? I am a subject, [21] => And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me; [22] => And therefore, personally I lay my claim [23] => To my inheritance of free descent. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => The noble duke hath been too much abused. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD ROSS [LINE] => It stands your grace upon to do him right. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD WILLOUGHBY [LINE] => Base men by his endowments are made great. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lords of England, let me tell you this: [1] => I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs [2] => And laboured all I could to do him right; [3] => But in this kind to come, in braving arms, [4] => Be his own carver and cut out his way, [5] => To find out right with wrong, it may not be; [6] => And you that do abet him in this kind [7] => Cherish rebellion and are rebels all. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The noble duke hath sworn his coming is [1] => But for his own; and for the right of that [2] => We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; [3] => And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath! ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, well, I see the issue of these arms: [1] => I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, [2] => Because my power is weak and all ill left: [3] => But if I could, by Him that gave me life, [4] => I would attach you all and make you stoop [5] => Unto the sovereign mercy of the king; [6] => But since I cannot, be it known to you [7] => I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well; [8] => Unless you please to enter in the castle [9] => And there repose you for this night. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An offer, uncle, that we will accept: [1] => But we must win your grace to go with us [2] => To Bristol castle, which they say is held [3] => By Bushy, Bagot and their complices, [4] => The caterpillars of the commonwealth, [5] => Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause; [1] => For I am loath to break our country's laws. [2] => Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are: [3] => Things past redress are now with me past care. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. A camp in Wales. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter EARL OF SALISBURY and a Welsh Captain [1] => Exit [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days, [1] => And hardly kept our countrymen together, [2] => And yet we hear no tidings from the king; [3] => Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman: [1] => The king reposeth all his confidence in thee. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. [1] => The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd [2] => And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; [3] => The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth [4] => And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; [5] => Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap, [6] => The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, [7] => The other to enjoy by rage and war: [8] => These signs forerun the death or fall of kings. [9] => Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled, [10] => As well assured Richard their king is dead. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind [1] => I see thy glory like a shooting star [2] => Fall to the base earth from the firmament. [3] => Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, [4] => Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest: [5] => Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes, [6] => And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. ) ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Bristol. Before the castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, LORD ROSS, HENRY PERCY, LORD WILLOUGHBY, with BUSHY and GREEN, prisoners [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bring forth these men. [1] => Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls-- [2] => Since presently your souls must part your bodies-- [3] => With too much urging your pernicious lives, [4] => For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood [5] => From off my hands, here in the view of men [6] => I will unfold some causes of your deaths. [7] => You have misled a prince, a royal king, [8] => A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, [9] => By you unhappied and disfigured clean: [10] => You have in manner with your sinful hours [11] => Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him, [12] => Broke the possession of a royal bed [13] => And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks [14] => With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs. [15] => Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth, [16] => Near to the king in blood, and near in love [17] => Till you did make him misinterpret me, [18] => Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, [19] => And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, [20] => Eating the bitter bread of banishment; [21] => Whilst you have fed upon my signories, [22] => Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods, [23] => From my own windows torn my household coat, [24] => Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign, [25] => Save men's opinions and my living blood, [26] => To show the world I am a gentleman. [27] => This and much more, much more than twice all this, [28] => Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd over [29] => To execution and the hand of death. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BUSHY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => More welcome is the stroke of death to me [1] => Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My comfort is that heaven will take our souls [1] => And plague injustice with the pains of hell. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd. [1] => Uncle, you say the queen is at your house; [2] => For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated: [3] => Tell her I send to her my kind commends; [4] => Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with the prisoners ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd [1] => With letters of your love to her at large. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away. [1] => To fight with Glendower and his complices: [2] => Awhile to work, and after holiday. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The coast of Wales. A castle in view. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Drums; flourish and colours. Enter KING RICHARD II, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, DUKE OF AUMERLE, and Soldiers [1] => Enter SIR STEPHEN SCROOP [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Barkloughly castle call they this at hand? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air, [1] => After your late tossing on the breaking seas? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy [1] => To stand upon my kingdom once again. [2] => Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, [3] => Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: [4] => As a long-parted mother with her child [5] => Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, [6] => So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, [7] => And do thee favours with my royal hands. [8] => Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, [9] => Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense; [10] => But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, [11] => And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way, [12] => Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet [13] => Which with usurping steps do trample thee: [14] => Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies; [15] => And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, [16] => Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder [17] => Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch [18] => Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies. [19] => Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: [20] => This earth shall have a feeling and these stones [21] => Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king [22] => Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF CARLISLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king [1] => Hath power to keep you king in spite of all. [2] => The means that heaven yields must be embraced, [3] => And not neglected; else, if heaven would, [4] => And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse, [5] => The proffer'd means of succor and redress. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; [1] => Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, [2] => Grows strong and great in substance and in power. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not [1] => That when the searching eye of heaven is hid, [2] => Behind the globe, that lights the lower world, [3] => Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen [4] => In murders and in outrage, boldly here; [5] => But when from under this terrestrial ball [6] => He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines [7] => And darts his light through every guilty hole, [8] => Then murders, treasons and detested sins, [9] => The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, [10] => Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves? [11] => So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, [12] => Who all this while hath revell'd in the night [13] => Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes, [14] => Shall see us rising in our throne, the east, [15] => His treasons will sit blushing in his face, [16] => Not able to endure the sight of day, [17] => But self-affrighted tremble at his sin. [18] => Not all the water in the rough rude sea [19] => Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; [20] => The breath of worldly men cannot depose [21] => The deputy elected by the Lord: [22] => For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd [23] => To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, [24] => God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay [25] => A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, [26] => Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right. [27] => Welcome, my lord how far off lies your power? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter EARL OF SALISBURY ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, [1] => Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue [2] => And bids me speak of nothing but despair. [3] => One day too late, I fear me, noble lord, [4] => Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth: [5] => O, call back yesterday, bid time return, [6] => And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men! [7] => To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, [8] => O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state: [9] => For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead. [10] => Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But now the blood of twenty thousand men [1] => Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; [2] => And, till so much blood thither come again, [3] => Have I not reason to look pale and dead? [4] => All souls that will be safe fly from my side, [5] => For time hath set a blot upon my pride. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Comfort, my liege; remember who you are. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I had forgot myself; am I not king? [1] => Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest. [2] => Is not the king's name twenty thousand names? [3] => Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes [4] => At thy great glory. Look not to the ground, [5] => Ye favourites of a king: are we not high? [6] => High be our thoughts: I know my uncle York [7] => Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who comes here? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR STEPHEN SCROOP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => More health and happiness betide my liege [1] => Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him! ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mine ear is open and my heart prepared; [1] => The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. [2] => Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care [3] => And what loss is it to be rid of care? [4] => Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? [5] => Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, [6] => We'll serve Him too and be his fellow so: [7] => Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend; [8] => They break their faith to God as well as us: [9] => Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay: [10] => The worst is death, and death will have his day. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR STEPHEN SCROOP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Glad am I that your highness is so arm'd [1] => To bear the tidings of calamity. [2] => Like an unseasonable stormy day, [3] => Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, [4] => As if the world were all dissolved to tears, [5] => So high above his limits swells the rage [6] => Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land [7] => With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel. [8] => White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps [9] => Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices, [10] => Strive to speak big and clap their female joints [11] => In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: [12] => The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows [13] => Of double-fatal yew against thy state; [14] => Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills [15] => Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, [16] => And all goes worse than I have power to tell. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill. [1] => Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? [2] => What is become of Bushy? where is Green? [3] => That they have let the dangerous enemy [4] => Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? [5] => If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it: [6] => I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR STEPHEN SCROOP [LINE] => Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption! [1] => Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! [2] => Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart! [3] => Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! [4] => Would they make peace? terrible hell make war [5] => Upon their spotted souls for this offence! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR STEPHEN SCROOP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet love, I see, changing his property, [1] => Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate: [2] => Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made [3] => With heads, and not with hands; those whom you curse [4] => Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound [5] => And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR STEPHEN SCROOP [LINE] => Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Where is the duke my father with his power? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No matter where; of comfort no man speak: [1] => Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; [2] => Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes [3] => Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, [4] => Let's choose executors and talk of wills: [5] => And yet not so, for what can we bequeath [6] => Save our deposed bodies to the ground? [7] => Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, [8] => And nothing can we call our own but death [9] => And that small model of the barren earth [10] => Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. [11] => For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground [12] => And tell sad stories of the death of kings; [13] => How some have been deposed; some slain in war, [14] => Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; [15] => Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd; [16] => All murder'd: for within the hollow crown [17] => That rounds the mortal temples of a king [18] => Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, [19] => Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, [20] => Allowing him a breath, a little scene, [21] => To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, [22] => Infusing him with self and vain conceit, [23] => As if this flesh which walls about our life, [24] => Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus [25] => Comes at the last and with a little pin [26] => Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! [27] => Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood [28] => With solemn reverence: throw away respect, [29] => Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, [30] => For you have but mistook me all this while: [31] => I live with bread like you, feel want, [32] => Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, [33] => How can you say to me, I am a king? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF CARLISLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, [1] => But presently prevent the ways to wail. [2] => To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, [3] => Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe, [4] => And so your follies fight against yourself. [5] => Fear and be slain; no worse can come to fight: [6] => And fight and die is death destroying death; [7] => Where fearing dying pays death servile breath. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My father hath a power; inquire of him [1] => And learn to make a body of a limb. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come [1] => To change blows with thee for our day of doom. [2] => This ague fit of fear is over-blown; [3] => An easy task it is to win our own. [4] => Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? [5] => Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR STEPHEN SCROOP [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Men judge by the complexion of the sky [1] => The state and inclination of the day: [2] => So may you by my dull and heavy eye, [3] => My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. [4] => I play the torturer, by small and small [5] => To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: [6] => Your uncle York is join'd with Bolingbroke, [7] => And all your northern castles yielded up, [8] => And all your southern gentlemen in arms [9] => Upon his party. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast said enough. [1] => Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth [2] => Of that sweet way I was in to despair! [3] => What say you now? what comfort have we now? [4] => By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly [5] => That bids me be of comfort any more. [6] => Go to Flint castle: there I'll pine away; [7] => A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. [8] => That power I have, discharge; and let them go [9] => To ear the land that hath some hope to grow, [10] => For I have none: let no man speak again [11] => To alter this, for counsel is but vain. ) [STAGEDIR] => To DUKE OF AUMERLE ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => My liege, one word. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He does me double wrong [1] => That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. [2] => Discharge my followers: let them hence away, [3] => From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Wales. Before Flint castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, with drum and colours, HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, Attendants, and forces [1] => Exeunt from above [2] => Enter KING RICHARD and his attendants below [3] => Flourish. Exeunt ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So that by this intelligence we learn [1] => The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury [2] => Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed [3] => With some few private friends upon this coast. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The news is very fair and good, my lord: [1] => Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It would beseem the Lord Northumberland [1] => To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day [2] => When such a sacred king should hide his head. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your grace mistakes; only to be brief [1] => Left I his title out. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The time hath been, [1] => Would you have been so brief with him, he would [2] => Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, [3] => For taking so the head, your whole head's length. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Mistake not, uncle, further than you should. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take not, good cousin, further than you should. [1] => Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself [1] => Against their will. But who comes here? [2] => Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter HENRY PERCY ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, [1] => Against thy entrance. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Royally! [1] => Why, it contains no king? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, my good lord, [1] => It doth contain a king; King Richard lies [2] => Within the limits of yon lime and stone: [3] => And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, [4] => Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman [5] => Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Noble lords, [1] => Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; [2] => Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley [3] => Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: [4] => Henry Bolingbroke [5] => On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand [6] => And sends allegiance and true faith of heart [7] => To his most royal person, hither come [8] => Even at his feet to lay my arms and power, [9] => Provided that my banishment repeal'd [10] => And lands restored again be freely granted: [11] => If not, I'll use the advantage of my power [12] => And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood [13] => Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: [14] => The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke [15] => It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench [16] => The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land, [17] => My stooping duty tenderly shall show. [18] => Go, signify as much, while here we march [19] => Upon the grassy carpet of this plain. [20] => Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, [21] => That from this castle's tatter'd battlements [22] => Our fair appointments may be well perused. [23] => Methinks King Richard and myself should meet [24] => With no less terror than the elements [25] => Of fire and water, when their thundering shock [26] => At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. [27] => Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: [28] => The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain [29] => My waters; on the earth, and not on him. [30] => March on, and mark King Richard how he looks. [31] => See, see, King Richard doth himself appear, [32] => As doth the blushing discontented sun [33] => From out the fiery portal of the east, [34] => When he perceives the envious clouds are bent [35] => To dim his glory and to stain the track [36] => Of his bright passage to the occident. ) [STAGEDIR] => Parle without, and answer within. Then a flourish. Enter on the walls, KING RICHARD II, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, DUKE OF AUMERLE, SIR STEPHEN SCROOP, and EARL OF SALISBURY ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet looks he like a king: behold, his eye, [1] => As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth [2] => Controlling majesty: alack, alack, for woe, [3] => That any harm should stain so fair a show! ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are amazed; and thus long have we stood [1] => To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, [2] => Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: [3] => And if we be, how dare thy joints forget [4] => To pay their awful duty to our presence? [5] => If we be not, show us the hand of God [6] => That hath dismissed us from our stewardship; [7] => For well we know, no hand of blood and bone [8] => Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, [9] => Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp. [10] => And though you think that all, as you have done, [11] => Have torn their souls by turning them from us, [12] => And we are barren and bereft of friends; [13] => Yet know, my master, God omnipotent, [14] => Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf [15] => Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike [16] => Your children yet unborn and unbegot, [17] => That lift your vassal hands against my head [18] => And threat the glory of my precious crown. [19] => Tell Bolingbroke--for yond methinks he stands-- [20] => That every stride he makes upon my land [21] => Is dangerous treason: he is come to open [22] => The purple testament of bleeding war; [23] => But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, [24] => Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons [25] => Shall ill become the flower of England's face, [26] => Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace [27] => To scarlet indignation and bedew [28] => Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. ) [STAGEDIR] => To NORTHUMBERLAND ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king of heaven forbid our lord the king [1] => Should so with civil and uncivil arms [2] => Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin [3] => Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand; [4] => And by the honourable tomb he swears, [5] => That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones, [6] => And by the royalties of both your bloods, [7] => Currents that spring from one most gracious head, [8] => And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt, [9] => And by the worth and honour of himself, [10] => Comprising all that may be sworn or said, [11] => His coming hither hath no further scope [12] => Than for his lineal royalties and to beg [13] => Enfranchisement immediate on his knees: [14] => Which on thy royal party granted once, [15] => His glittering arms he will commend to rust, [16] => His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart [17] => To faithful service of your majesty. [18] => This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; [19] => And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Northumberland, say thus the king returns: [1] => His noble cousin is right welcome hither; [2] => And all the number of his fair demands [3] => Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction: [4] => With all the gracious utterance thou hast [5] => Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. [6] => We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not, [7] => To look so poorly and to speak so fair? [8] => Shall we call back Northumberland, and send [9] => Defiance to the traitor, and so die? ) [STAGEDIR] => To DUKE OF AUMERLE ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words [1] => Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine, [1] => That laid the sentence of dread banishment [2] => On yon proud man, should take it off again [3] => With words of sooth! O that I were as great [4] => As is my grief, or lesser than my name! [5] => Or that I could forget what I have been, [6] => Or not remember what I must be now! [7] => Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat, [8] => Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What must the king do now? must he submit? [1] => The king shall do it: must he be deposed? [2] => The king shall be contented: must he lose [3] => The name of king? o' God's name, let it go: [4] => I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, [5] => My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, [6] => My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, [7] => My figured goblets for a dish of wood, [8] => My sceptre for a palmer's walking staff, [9] => My subjects for a pair of carved saints [10] => And my large kingdom for a little grave, [11] => A little little grave, an obscure grave; [12] => Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, [13] => Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet [14] => May hourly trample on their sovereign's head; [15] => For on my heart they tread now whilst I live; [16] => And buried once, why not upon my head? [17] => Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin! [18] => We'll make foul weather with despised tears; [19] => Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn, [20] => And make a dearth in this revolting land. [21] => Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, [22] => And make some pretty match with shedding tears? [23] => As thus, to drop them still upon one place, [24] => Till they have fretted us a pair of graves [25] => Within the earth; and, therein laid,--there lies [26] => Two kinsmen digg'd their graves with weeping eyes. [27] => Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see [28] => I talk but idly, and you laugh at me. [29] => Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland, [30] => What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty [31] => Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? [32] => You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, in the base court he doth attend [1] => To speak with you; may it please you to come down. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon, [1] => Wanting the manage of unruly jades. [2] => In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, [3] => To come at traitors' calls and do them grace. [4] => In the base court? Come down? Down, court! [5] => down, king! [6] => For night-owls shriek where mounting larks [7] => should sing. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => What says his majesty? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sorrow and grief of heart [1] => Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man [2] => Yet he is come. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand all apart, [1] => And show fair duty to his majesty. [2] => My gracious lord,-- ) [STAGEDIR] => He kneels down ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee [1] => To make the base earth proud with kissing it: [2] => Me rather had my heart might feel your love [3] => Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy. [4] => Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, [5] => Thus high at least, although your knee be low. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, [1] => As my true service shall deserve your love. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well you deserve: they well deserve to have, [1] => That know the strong'st and surest way to get. [2] => Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes; [3] => Tears show their love, but want their remedies. [4] => Cousin, I am too young to be your father, [5] => Though you are old enough to be my heir. [6] => What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; [7] => For do we must what force will have us do. [8] => Set on towards London, cousin, is it so? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Yea, my good lord. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Then I must not say no. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's garden. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies [1] => QUEEN and Ladies retire [2] => Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What sport shall we devise here in this garden, [1] => To drive away the heavy thought of care? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Madam, we'll play at bowls. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs, [1] => And that my fortune rubs against the bias. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Madam, we'll dance. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My legs can keep no measure in delight, [1] => When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: [2] => Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Madam, we'll tell tales. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Of sorrow or of joy? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Of either, madam. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of neither, girl: [1] => For of joy, being altogether wanting, [2] => It doth remember me the more of sorrow; [3] => Or if of grief, being altogether had, [4] => It adds more sorrow to my want of joy: [5] => For what I have I need not to repeat; [6] => And what I want it boots not to complain. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Madam, I'll sing. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis well that thou hast cause [1] => But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => I could weep, madam, would it do you good. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I could sing, would weeping do me good, [1] => And never borrow any tear of thee. [2] => But stay, here come the gardeners: [3] => Let's step into the shadow of these trees. [4] => My wretchedness unto a row of pins, [5] => They'll talk of state; for every one doth so [6] => Against a change; woe is forerun with woe. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Gardener, and two Servants ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gardener [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks, [1] => Which, like unruly children, make their sire [2] => Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: [3] => Give some supportance to the bending twigs. [4] => Go thou, and like an executioner, [5] => Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, [6] => That look too lofty in our commonwealth: [7] => All must be even in our government. [8] => You thus employ'd, I will go root away [9] => The noisome weeds, which without profit suck [10] => The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why should we in the compass of a pale [1] => Keep law and form and due proportion, [2] => Showing, as in a model, our firm estate, [3] => When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, [4] => Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up, [5] => Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruin'd, [6] => Her knots disorder'd and her wholesome herbs [7] => Swarming with caterpillars? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gardener [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hold thy peace: [1] => He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring [2] => Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: [3] => The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, [4] => That seem'd in eating him to hold him up, [5] => Are pluck'd up root and all by Bolingbroke, [6] => I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => What, are they dead? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gardener [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They are; and Bolingbroke [1] => Hath seized the wasteful king. O, what pity is it [2] => That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land [3] => As we this garden! We at time of year [4] => Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees, [5] => Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood, [6] => With too much riches it confound itself: [7] => Had he done so to great and growing men, [8] => They might have lived to bear and he to taste [9] => Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches [10] => We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: [11] => Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, [12] => Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => What, think you then the king shall be deposed? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gardener [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Depress'd he is already, and deposed [1] => 'Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night [2] => To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's, [3] => That tell black tidings. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, I am press'd to death through want of speaking! [1] => Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden, [2] => How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? [3] => What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee [4] => To make a second fall of cursed man? [5] => Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed? [6] => Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth, [7] => Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how, [8] => Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch. ) [STAGEDIR] => Coming forward ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gardener [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon me, madam: little joy have I [1] => To breathe this news; yet what I say is true. [2] => King Richard, he is in the mighty hold [3] => Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd: [4] => In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, [5] => And some few vanities that make him light; [6] => But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, [7] => Besides himself, are all the English peers, [8] => And with that odds he weighs King Richard down. [9] => Post you to London, and you will find it so; [10] => I speak no more than every one doth know. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot, [1] => Doth not thy embassage belong to me, [2] => And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st [3] => To serve me last, that I may longest keep [4] => Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go, [5] => To meet at London London's king in woe. [6] => What, was I born to this, that my sad look [7] => Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke? [8] => Gardener, for telling me these news of woe, [9] => Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GARDENER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, [1] => I would my skill were subject to thy curse. [2] => Here did she fall a tear; here in this place [3] => I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: [4] => Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, [5] => In the remembrance of a weeping queen. ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Westminster Hall. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => 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 [1] => Enter DUKE OF YORK, attended [2] => Exit [3] => Re-enter DUKE OF YORK, with KING RICHARD II, and Officers bearing the regalia [4] => Exit an attendant [5] => Exeunt KING RICHARD II, some Lords, and a Guard [6] => Exeunt all except the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, the Abbot of Westminster, and DUKE OF AUMERLE [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Call forth Bagot. [1] => 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 perform'd [4] => The bloody office of his timeless end. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BAGOT [LINE] => Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BAGOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue [1] => Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. [2] => In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted, [3] => I heard you say, 'Is not my arm of length, [4] => That reacheth from the restful English court [5] => As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?' [6] => Amongst much other talk, that very time, [7] => I heard you say that you had rather refuse [8] => The offer of an hundred thousand crowns [9] => Than Bolingbroke's return to England; [10] => Adding withal how blest this land would be [11] => In this your cousin's death. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Princes and noble lords, [1] => What answer shall I make to this base man? [2] => Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, [3] => On equal terms to give him chastisement? [4] => Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd [5] => With the attainder of his slanderous lips. [6] => There is my gage, the manual seal of death, [7] => That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, [8] => And will maintain what thou hast said is false [9] => In thy heart-blood, though being all too base [10] => To stain the temper of my knightly sword. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Excepting one, I would he were the best [1] => In all this presence that hath moved me so. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD FITZWATER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If that thy valour stand on sympathy, [1] => There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: [2] => By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st, [3] => I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spakest it [4] => That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester's death. [5] => If thou deny'st it twenty times, thou liest; [6] => And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, [7] => Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD FITZWATER [LINE] => Now by my soul, I would it were this hour. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true [1] => In this appeal as thou art all unjust; [2] => And that thou art so, there I throw my gage, [3] => To prove it on thee to the extremest point [4] => Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An if I do not, may my hands rot off [1] => And never brandish more revengeful steel [2] => Over the glittering helmet of my foe! ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle; [1] => And spur thee on with full as many lies [2] => As may be holloa'd in thy treacherous ear [3] => From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn; [4] => Engage it to the trial, if thou darest. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all: [1] => I have a thousand spirits in one breast, [2] => To answer twenty thousand such as you. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF SURREY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well [1] => The very time Aumerle and you did talk. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD FITZWATER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis very true: you were in presence then; [1] => And you can witness with me this is true. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF SURREY [LINE] => As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD FITZWATER [LINE] => Surrey, thou liest. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF SURREY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dishonourable boy! [1] => That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, [2] => That it shall render vengeance and revenge [3] => Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie [4] => In earth as quiet as thy father's skull: [5] => In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; [6] => Engage it to the trial, if thou darest. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD FITZWATER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! [1] => If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, [2] => I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, [3] => And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies, [4] => And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, [5] => To tie thee to my strong correction. [6] => As I intend to thrive in this new world, [7] => Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal: [8] => Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say [9] => That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men [10] => To execute the noble duke at Calais. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Some honest Christian trust me with a gage [1] => That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, [2] => If he may be repeal'd, to try his honour. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These differences shall all rest under gage [1] => Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be, [2] => And, though mine enemy, restored again [3] => To all his lands and signories: when he's return'd, [4] => Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF CARLISLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. [1] => Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought [2] => For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field, [3] => Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross [4] => Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens: [5] => And toil'd with works of war, retired himself [6] => To Italy; and there at Venice gave [7] => His body to that pleasant country's earth, [8] => And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, [9] => Under whose colours he had fought so long. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF CARLISLE [LINE] => As surely as I live, my lord. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom [1] => Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants, [2] => Your differences shall all rest under gage [3] => Till we assign you to your days of trial. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee [1] => From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul [2] => Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields [3] => To the possession of thy royal hand: [4] => Ascend his throne, descending now from him; [5] => And long live Henry, fourth of that name! ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF CARLISLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry. God forbid! [1] => Worst in this royal presence may I speak, [2] => Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. [3] => Would God that any in this noble presence [4] => Were enough noble to be upright judge [5] => Of noble Richard! then true noblesse would [6] => Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. [7] => What subject can give sentence on his king? [8] => And who sits here that is not Richard's subject? [9] => Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear, [10] => Although apparent guilt be seen in them; [11] => And shall the figure of God's majesty, [12] => His captain, steward, deputy-elect, [13] => Anointed, crowned, planted many years, [14] => Be judged by subject and inferior breath, [15] => And he himself not present? O, forfend it, God, [16] => That in a Christian climate souls refined [17] => Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed! [18] => I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, [19] => Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king: [20] => My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, [21] => Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king: [22] => And if you crown him, let me prophesy: [23] => The blood of English shall manure the ground, [24] => And future ages groan for this foul act; [25] => Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels, [26] => And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars [27] => Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound; [28] => Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny [29] => Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd [30] => The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls. [31] => O, if you raise this house against this house, [32] => It will the woefullest division prove [33] => That ever fell upon this cursed earth. [34] => Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so, [35] => Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe! ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains, [1] => Of capital treason we arrest you here. [2] => My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge [3] => To keep him safely till his day of trial. [4] => May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fetch hither Richard, that in common view [1] => He may surrender; so we shall proceed [2] => Without suspicion. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => I will be his conduct. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lords, you that here are under our arrest, [1] => Procure your sureties for your days of answer. [2] => Little are we beholding to your love, [3] => And little look'd for at your helping hands. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alack, why am I sent for to a king, [1] => Before I have shook off the regal thoughts [2] => Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd [3] => To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs: [4] => Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me [5] => To this submission. Yet I well remember [6] => The favours of these men: were they not mine? [7] => Did they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' to me? [8] => So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, [9] => Found truth in all but one: I, in twelve thousand, none. [10] => God save the king! Will no man say amen? [11] => Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. [12] => God save the king! although I be not he; [13] => And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me. [14] => To do what service am I sent for hither? ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To do that office of thine own good will [1] => Which tired majesty did make thee offer, [2] => The resignation of thy state and crown [3] => To Henry Bolingbroke. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown; [1] => Here cousin: [2] => On this side my hand, and on that side yours. [3] => Now is this golden crown like a deep well [4] => That owes two buckets, filling one another, [5] => The emptier ever dancing in the air, [6] => The other down, unseen and full of water: [7] => That bucket down and full of tears am I, [8] => Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => I thought you had been willing to resign. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine: [1] => You may my glories and my state depose, [2] => But not my griefs; still am I king of those. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Part of your cares you give me with your crown. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. [1] => My care is loss of care, by old care done; [2] => Your care is gain of care, by new care won: [3] => The cares I give I have, though given away; [4] => They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Are you contented to resign the crown? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be; [1] => Therefore no no, for I resign to thee. [2] => Now mark me, how I will undo myself; [3] => I give this heavy weight from off my head [4] => And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, [5] => The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; [6] => With mine own tears I wash away my balm, [7] => With mine own hands I give away my crown, [8] => With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, [9] => With mine own breath release all duty's rites: [10] => All pomp and majesty I do forswear; [11] => My manors, rents, revenues I forego; [12] => My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny: [13] => God pardon all oaths that are broke to me! [14] => God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee! [15] => Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved, [16] => And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved! [17] => Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit, [18] => And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit! [19] => God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says, [20] => And send him many years of sunshine days! [21] => What more remains? ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more, but that you read [1] => These accusations and these grievous crimes [2] => Committed by your person and your followers [3] => Against the state and profit of this land; [4] => That, by confessing them, the souls of men [5] => May deem that you are worthily deposed. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Must I do so? and must I ravel out [1] => My weaved-up folly? Gentle Northumberland, [2] => If thy offences were upon record, [3] => Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop [4] => To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst, [5] => There shouldst thou find one heinous article, [6] => Containing the deposing of a king [7] => And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, [8] => Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven: [9] => Nay, all of you that stand and look upon, [10] => Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, [11] => Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands [12] => Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates [13] => Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, [14] => And water cannot wash away your sin. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see: [1] => And yet salt water blinds them not so much [2] => But they can see a sort of traitors here. [3] => Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself, [4] => I find myself a traitor with the rest; [5] => For I have given here my soul's consent [6] => To undeck the pompous body of a king; [7] => Made glory base and sovereignty a slave, [8] => Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => My lord,-- ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man, [1] => Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, [2] => No, not that name was given me at the font, [3] => But 'tis usurp'd: alack the heavy day, [4] => That I have worn so many winters out, [5] => And know not now what name to call myself! [6] => O that I were a mockery king of snow, [7] => Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, [8] => To melt myself away in water-drops! [9] => Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good, [10] => An if my word be sterling yet in England, [11] => Let it command a mirror hither straight, [12] => That it may show me what a face I have, [13] => Since it is bankrupt of his majesty. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell! ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => The commons will not then be satisfied. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough, [1] => When I do see the very book indeed [2] => Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. [3] => Give me the glass, and therein will I read. [4] => No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck [5] => So many blows upon this face of mine, [6] => And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, [7] => Like to my followers in prosperity, [8] => Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face [9] => That every day under his household roof [10] => Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face [11] => That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? [12] => Was this the face that faced so many follies, [13] => And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke? [14] => A brittle glory shineth in this face: [15] => As brittle as the glory is the face; [16] => For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. [17] => Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport, [18] => How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Re-enter Attendant, with a glass [1] => Dashes the glass against the ground ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd [1] => The shadow or your face. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say that again. [1] => The shadow of my sorrow! ha! let's see: [2] => 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within; [3] => And these external manners of laments [4] => Are merely shadows to the unseen grief [5] => That swells with silence in the tortured soul; [6] => There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, [7] => For thy great bounty, that not only givest [8] => Me cause to wail but teachest me the way [9] => How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, [10] => And then be gone and trouble you no more. [11] => Shall I obtain it? ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Name it, fair cousin. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king: [1] => For when I was a king, my flatterers [2] => Were then but subjects; being now a subject, [3] => I have a king here to my flatterer. [4] => Being so great, I have no need to beg. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Yet ask. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => And shall I have? ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => You shall. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Then give me leave to go. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Whither? ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Whither you will, so I were from your sights. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Go, some of you convey him to the Tower. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, good! convey? conveyers are you all, [1] => That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => On Wednesday next we solemnly set down [1] => Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Abbot [LINE] => A woeful pageant have we here beheld. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF CARLISLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The woe's to come; the children yet unborn. [1] => Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You holy clergymen, is there no plot [1] => To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Abbot [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, [1] => Before I freely speak my mind herein, [2] => You shall not only take the sacrament [3] => To bury mine intents, but also to effect [4] => Whatever I shall happen to devise. [5] => I see your brows are full of discontent, [6] => Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears: [7] => Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay [8] => A plot shall show us all a merry day. ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. London. A street leading to the Tower. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter QUEEN and Ladies [1] => Enter NORTHUMBERLAND and others [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This way the king will come; this is the way [1] => To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower, [2] => To whose flint bosom my condemned lord [3] => Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke: [4] => Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth [5] => Have any resting for her true king's queen. [6] => But soft, but see, or rather do not see, [7] => My fair rose wither: yet look up, behold, [8] => That you in pity may dissolve to dew, [9] => And wash him fresh again with true-love tears. [10] => Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand, [11] => Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb, [12] => And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn, [13] => Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee, [14] => When triumph is become an alehouse guest? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter KING RICHARD II and Guard ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, [1] => To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, [2] => To think our former state a happy dream; [3] => From which awaked, the truth of what we are [4] => Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet, [5] => To grim Necessity, and he and I [6] => Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France [7] => And cloister thee in some religious house: [8] => Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, [9] => Which our profane hours here have stricken down. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, is my Richard both in shape and mind [1] => Transform'd and weaken'd? hath Bolingbroke deposed [2] => Thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? [3] => The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw, [4] => And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage [5] => To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, [6] => Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod, [7] => And fawn on rage with base humility, [8] => Which art a lion and a king of beasts? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, [1] => I had been still a happy king of men. [2] => Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France: [3] => Think I am dead and that even here thou takest, [4] => As from my death-bed, thy last living leave. [5] => In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire [6] => With good old folks and let them tell thee tales [7] => Of woeful ages long ago betid; [8] => And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs, [9] => Tell thou the lamentable tale of me [10] => And send the hearers weeping to their beds: [11] => For why, the senseless brands will sympathize [12] => The heavy accent of thy moving tongue [13] => And in compassion weep the fire out; [14] => And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, [15] => For the deposing of a rightful king. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed: [1] => You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. [2] => And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; [3] => With all swift speed you must away to France. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal [1] => The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, [2] => The time shall not be many hours of age [3] => More than it is ere foul sin gathering head [4] => Shalt break into corruption: thou shalt think, [5] => Though he divide the realm and give thee half, [6] => It is too little, helping him to all; [7] => And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way [8] => To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, [9] => Being ne'er so little urged, another way [10] => To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. [11] => The love of wicked men converts to fear; [12] => That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both [13] => To worthy danger and deserved death. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My guilt be on my head, and there an end. [1] => Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate [1] => A twofold marriage, 'twixt my crown and me, [2] => And then betwixt me and my married wife. [3] => Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me; [4] => And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. [5] => Part us, Northumberland; I toward the north, [6] => Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; [7] => My wife to France: from whence, set forth in pomp, [8] => She came adorned hither like sweet May, [9] => Sent back like Hallowmas or short'st of day. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => And must we be divided? must we part? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Banish us both and send the king with me. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => That were some love but little policy. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Then whither he goes, thither let me go. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So two, together weeping, make one woe. [1] => Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; [2] => Better far off than near, be ne'er the near. [3] => Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => So longest way shall have the longest moans. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short, [1] => And piece the way out with a heavy heart. [2] => Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, [3] => Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief; [4] => One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; [5] => Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part [1] => To take on me to keep and kill thy heart. [2] => So, now I have mine own again, be gone, [3] => That I might strive to kill it with a groan. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We make woe wanton with this fond delay: [1] => Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The DUKE OF YORK's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter DUKE OF YORK and DUCHESS OF YORK [1] => Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE [2] => Re-enter Servant with boots [3] => Exit [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, [1] => When weeping made you break the story off, [2] => of our two cousins coming into London. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Where did I leave? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => At that sad stop, my lord, [1] => Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops [2] => Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, [1] => Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed [2] => Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know, [3] => With slow but stately pace kept on his course, [4] => Whilst all tongues cried 'God save thee, [5] => Bolingbroke!' [6] => You would have thought the very windows spake, [7] => So many greedy looks of young and old [8] => Through casements darted their desiring eyes [9] => Upon his visage, and that all the walls [10] => With painted imagery had said at once [11] => 'Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!' [12] => Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning, [13] => Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed's neck, [14] => Bespake them thus: 'I thank you, countrymen:' [15] => And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As in a theatre, the eyes of men, [1] => After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, [2] => Are idly bent on him that enters next, [3] => Thinking his prattle to be tedious; [4] => Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes [5] => Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!' [6] => No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: [7] => But dust was thrown upon his sacred head: [8] => Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, [9] => His face still combating with tears and smiles, [10] => The badges of his grief and patience, [11] => That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd [12] => The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted [13] => And barbarism itself have pitied him. [14] => But heaven hath a hand in these events, [15] => To whose high will we bound our calm contents. [16] => To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, [17] => Whose state and honour I for aye allow. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Here comes my son Aumerle. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Aumerle that was; [1] => But that is lost for being Richard's friend, [2] => And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: [3] => I am in parliament pledge for his truth [4] => And lasting fealty to the new-made king. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, my son: who are the violets now [1] => That strew the green lap of the new come spring? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: [1] => God knows I had as lief be none as one. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, [1] => Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. [2] => What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => For aught I know, my lord, they do. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => You will be there, I know. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => If God prevent not, I purpose so. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom? [1] => Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => My lord, 'tis nothing. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No matter, then, who see it; [1] => I will be satisfied; let me see the writing. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do beseech your grace to pardon me: [1] => It is a matter of small consequence, [2] => Which for some reasons I would not have seen. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. [1] => I fear, I fear,-- ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What should you fear? [1] => 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into [2] => For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond [1] => That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool. [2] => Boy, let me see the writing. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. [1] => Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave! ) [STAGEDIR] => He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => What is the matter, my lord? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ho! who is within there? [1] => Saddle my horse. [2] => God for his mercy, what treachery is here! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Servant ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Why, what is it, my lord? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. [1] => Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth, [2] => I will appeach the villain. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => What is the matter? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Peace, foolish woman. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good mother, be content; it is no more [1] => Than my poor life must answer. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Thy life answer! ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Bring me my boots: I will unto the king. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed. [1] => Hence, villain! never more come in my sight. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Give me my boots, I say. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, York, what wilt thou do? [1] => Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? [2] => Have we more sons? or are we like to have? [3] => Is not my teeming date drunk up with time? [4] => And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age, [5] => And rob me of a happy mother's name? [6] => Is he not like thee? is he not thine own? ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou fond mad woman, [1] => Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? [2] => A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament, [3] => And interchangeably set down their hands, [4] => To kill the king at Oxford. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He shall be none; [1] => We'll keep him here: then what is that to him? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son, [1] => I would appeach him. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hadst thou groan'd for him [1] => As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful. [2] => But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect [3] => That I have been disloyal to thy bed, [4] => And that he is a bastard, not thy son: [5] => Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: [6] => He is as like thee as a man may be, [7] => Not like to me, or any of my kin, [8] => And yet I love him. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Make way, unruly woman! ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse; [1] => Spur post, and get before him to the king, [2] => And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee. [3] => I'll not be long behind; though I be old, [4] => I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: [5] => And never will I rise up from the ground [6] => Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone! ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A royal palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, HENRY PERCY, and other Lords [1] => Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE [2] => Drawing [3] => Enter DUKE OF YORK [4] => Enter DUCHESS OF YORK [5] => Kneels [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son? [1] => 'Tis full three months since I did see him last; [2] => If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. [3] => I would to God, my lords, he might be found: [4] => Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there, [5] => For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, [6] => With unrestrained loose companions, [7] => Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, [8] => And beat our watch, and rob our passengers; [9] => Which he, young wanton and effeminate boy, [10] => Takes on the point of honour to support [11] => So dissolute a crew. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, some two days since I saw the prince, [1] => And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => And what said the gallant? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His answer was, he would unto the stews, [1] => And from the common'st creature pluck a glove, [2] => And wear it as a favour; and with that [3] => He would unhorse the lustiest challenger. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As dissolute as desperate; yet through both [1] => I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years [2] => May happily bring forth. But who comes here? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Where is the king? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What means our cousin, that he stares and looks [1] => So wildly? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God save your grace! I do beseech your majesty, [1] => To have some conference with your grace alone. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone. [1] => What is the matter with our cousin now? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt HENRY PERCY and Lords ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For ever may my knees grow to the earth, [1] => My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth [2] => Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Intended or committed was this fault? [1] => If on the first, how heinous e'er it be, [2] => To win thy after-love I pardon thee. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then give me leave that I may turn the key, [1] => That no man enter till my tale be done. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Have thy desire. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) [1] => Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Villain, I'll make thee safe. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Stay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause to fear. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) [1] => Shall I for love speak treason to thy face? [2] => Open the door, or I will break it open. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What is the matter, uncle? speak; [1] => Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, [2] => That we may arm us to encounter it. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know [1] => The treason that my haste forbids me show. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise pass'd: [1] => I do repent me; read not my name there [2] => My heart is not confederate with my hand. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down. [1] => I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king; [2] => Fear, and not love, begets his penitence: [3] => Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove [4] => A serpent that will sting thee to the heart. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy! [1] => O loyal father of a treacherous son! [2] => Thou sheer, immaculate and silver fountain, [3] => From when this stream through muddy passages [4] => Hath held his current and defiled himself! [5] => Thy overflow of good converts to bad, [6] => And thy abundant goodness shall excuse [7] => This deadly blot in thy digressing son. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; [1] => And he shall spend mine honour with his shame, [2] => As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold. [3] => Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, [4] => Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies: [5] => Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, [6] => The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) [1] => let me in. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A woman, and thy aunt, great king; 'tis I. [1] => Speak with me, pity me, open the door. [2] => A beggar begs that never begg'd before. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our scene is alter'd from a serious thing, [1] => And now changed to 'The Beggar and the King.' [2] => My dangerous cousin, let your mother in: [3] => I know she is come to pray for your foul sin. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, [1] => More sins for this forgiveness prosper may. [2] => This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rest sound; [3] => This let alone will all the rest confound. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O king, believe not this hard-hearted man! [1] => Love loving not itself none other can. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here? [1] => Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Rise up, good aunt. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not yet, I thee beseech: [1] => For ever will I walk upon my knees, [2] => And never see day that the happy sees, [3] => Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy, [4] => By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF AUMERLE [LINE] => Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Against them both my true joints bended be. [1] => Ill mayst thou thrive, if thou grant any grace! ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face; [1] => His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest; [2] => His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast: [3] => He prays but faintly and would be denied; [4] => We pray with heart and soul and all beside: [5] => His weary joints would gladly rise, I know; [6] => Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow: [7] => His prayers are full of false hypocrisy; [8] => Ours of true zeal and deep integrity. [9] => Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have [10] => That mercy which true prayer ought to have. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Good aunt, stand up. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, do not say, 'stand up;' [1] => Say, 'pardon' first, and afterwards 'stand up.' [2] => And if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, [3] => 'Pardon' should be the first word of thy speech. [4] => I never long'd to hear a word till now; [5] => Say 'pardon,' king; let pity teach thee how: [6] => The word is short, but not so short as sweet; [7] => No word like 'pardon' for kings' mouths so meet. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE OF YORK [LINE] => Speak it in French, king; say, 'pardonne moi.' ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? [1] => Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, [2] => That set'st the word itself against the word! [3] => Speak 'pardon' as 'tis current in our land; [4] => The chopping French we do not understand. [5] => Thine eye begins to speak; set thy tongue there; [6] => Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear; [7] => That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce, [8] => Pity may move thee 'pardon' to rehearse. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Good aunt, stand up. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do not sue to stand; [1] => Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => I pardon him, as God shall pardon me. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! [1] => Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again; [2] => Twice saying 'pardon' doth not pardon twain, [3] => But makes one pardon strong. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With all my heart [1] => I pardon him. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => A god on earth thou art. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But for our trusty brother-in-law and the abbot, [1] => With all the rest of that consorted crew, [2] => Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels. [3] => Good uncle, help to order several powers [4] => To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are: [5] => They shall not live within this world, I swear, [6] => But I will have them, if I once know where. [7] => Uncle, farewell: and, cousin too, adieu: [8] => Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUCHESS OF YORK [LINE] => Come, my old son: I pray God make thee new. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter EXTON and Servant [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Didst thou not mark the king, what words he spake, [1] => 'Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?' [2] => Was it not so? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => These were his very words. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Have I no friend?' quoth he: he spake it twice, [1] => And urged it twice together, did he not? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => He did. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And speaking it, he wistly look'd on me, [1] => And who should say, 'I would thou wert the man' [2] => That would divorce this terror from my heart;' [3] => Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go: [4] => I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Pomfret castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING RICHARD [1] => Enter a Groom of the Stable [2] => Enter Keeper, with a dish [3] => Exit [4] => Beats the keeper [5] => Enter EXTON and Servants, armed [6] => Dies [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have been studying how I may compare [1] => This prison where I live unto the world: [2] => And for because the world is populous [3] => And here is not a creature but myself, [4] => I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. [5] => My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, [6] => My soul the father; and these two beget [7] => A generation of still-breeding thoughts, [8] => And these same thoughts people this little world, [9] => In humours like the people of this world, [10] => For no thought is contented. The better sort, [11] => As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd [12] => With scruples and do set the word itself [13] => Against the word: [14] => As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again, [15] => 'It is as hard to come as for a camel [16] => To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.' [17] => Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot [18] => Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails [19] => May tear a passage through the flinty ribs [20] => Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls, [21] => And, for they cannot, die in their own pride. [22] => Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves [23] => That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, [24] => Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars [25] => Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame, [26] => That many have and others must sit there; [27] => And in this thought they find a kind of ease, [28] => Bearing their own misfortunes on the back [29] => Of such as have before endured the like. [30] => Thus play I in one person many people, [31] => And none contented: sometimes am I king; [32] => Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, [33] => And so I am: then crushing penury [34] => Persuades me I was better when a king; [35] => Then am I king'd again: and by and by [36] => Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, [37] => And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, [38] => Nor I nor any man that but man is [39] => With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased [40] => With being nothing. Music do I hear? [41] => Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, [42] => When time is broke and no proportion kept! [43] => So is it in the music of men's lives. [44] => And here have I the daintiness of ear [45] => To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string; [46] => But for the concord of my state and time [47] => Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. [48] => I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; [49] => For now hath time made me his numbering clock: [50] => My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar [51] => Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, [52] => Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, [53] => Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. [54] => Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is [55] => Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, [56] => Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans [57] => Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time [58] => Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, [59] => While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock. [60] => This music mads me; let it sound no more; [61] => For though it have holp madmen to their wits, [62] => In me it seems it will make wise men mad. [63] => Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! [64] => For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard [65] => Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world. ) [STAGEDIR] => Music ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Groom [LINE] => Hail, royal prince! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, noble peer; [1] => The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. [2] => What art thou? and how comest thou hither, [3] => Where no man never comes but that sad dog [4] => That brings me food to make misfortune live? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Groom [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, [1] => When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, [2] => With much ado at length have gotten leave [3] => To look upon my sometimes royal master's face. [4] => O, how it yearn'd my heart when I beheld [5] => In London streets, that coronation-day, [6] => When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary, [7] => That horse that thou so often hast bestrid, [8] => That horse that I so carefully have dress'd! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend, [1] => How went he under him? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Groom [LINE] => So proudly as if he disdain'd the ground. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! [1] => That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; [2] => This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. [3] => Would he not stumble? would he not fall down, [4] => Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck [5] => Of that proud man that did usurp his back? [6] => Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, [7] => Since thou, created to be awed by man, [8] => Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse; [9] => And yet I bear a burthen like an ass, [10] => Spurr'd, gall'd and tired by jouncing Bolingbroke. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Keeper [LINE] => Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Groom [LINE] => What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Keeper [LINE] => My lord, will't please you to fall to? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Keeper [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton, who [1] => lately came from the king, commands the contrary. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee! [1] => Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Keeper [LINE] => Help, help, help! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING RICHARD II [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now! what means death in this rude assault? [1] => Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument. [2] => Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [3] => That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire [4] => That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand [5] => Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land. [6] => Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; [7] => Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him [1] => He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As full of valour as of royal blood: [1] => Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good! [2] => For now the devil, that told me I did well, [3] => Says that this deed is chronicled in hell. [4] => This dead king to the living king I'll bear [5] => Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. ) ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. Windsor castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Flourish. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK, with other Lords, and Attendants [1] => Enter LORD FITZWATER [2] => Enter HENRY PERCY, and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE [3] => Enter EXTON, with persons bearing a coffin [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear [1] => Is that the rebels have consumed with fire [2] => Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire; [3] => But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not. [4] => Welcome, my lord what is the news? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter NORTHUMBERLAND ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. [1] => The next news is, I have to London sent [2] => The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent: [3] => The manner of their taking may appear [4] => At large discoursed in this paper here. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; [1] => And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD FITZWATER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London [1] => The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, [2] => Two of the dangerous consorted traitors [3] => That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; [1] => Right noble is thy merit, well I wot. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster, [1] => With clog of conscience and sour melancholy [2] => Hath yielded up his body to the grave; [3] => But here is Carlisle living, to abide [4] => Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Carlisle, this is your doom: [1] => Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, [2] => More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; [3] => So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife: [4] => For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, [5] => High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Great king, within this coffin I present [1] => Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies [2] => The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, [3] => Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought [1] => A deed of slander with thy fatal hand [2] => Upon my head and all this famous land. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXTON [LINE] => From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HENRY BOLINGBROKE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They love not poison that do poison need, [1] => Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, [2] => I hate the murderer, love him murdered. [3] => The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, [4] => But neither my good word nor princely favour: [5] => With Cain go wander through shades of night, [6] => And never show thy head by day nor light. [7] => Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, [8] => That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow: [9] => Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, [10] => And put on sullen black incontinent: [11] => I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, [12] => To wash this blood off from my guilty hand: [13] => March sadly after; grace my mournings here; [14] => In weeping after this untimely bier. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )