The Tragedy of King Richard II

A historical play written in 1595 by William Shakespeare

1(stage directions)11[London. KING RICHARD II's palace. Enter KING RICHARD II, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other Nobles and Attendants]
211KING RICHARD IIOld John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
311JOHN OF GAUNTI have, my liege.
411KING RICHARD IITell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; Or worthily, as a good subject should, On some known ground of treachery in him?
511JOHN OF GAUNTAs near as I could sift him on that argument, On some apparent danger seen in him Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.
611KING RICHARD IIThen call them to our presence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and the accused freely speak: High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
7(stage directions)11[Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and THOMAS MOWBRAY]
811KING HENRY IVMany years of happy days befal My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!
911THOMAS MOWBRAYEach day still better other's happiness; Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Add an immortal title to your crown!
1011KING RICHARD IIWe thank you both: yet one but flatters us, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely to appeal each other of high treason. Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
1111KING HENRY IVFirst, heaven be the record to my speech! In the devotion of a subject's love, Tendering the precious safety of my prince, And free from other misbegotten hate, Come I appellant to this princely presence. Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak My body shall make good upon this earth, Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. Thou art a traitor and a miscreant, Too good to be so and too bad to live, Since the more fair and crystal is the sky, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. Once more, the more to aggravate the note, With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move, What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.
1211THOMAS MOWBRAYLet not my cold words here accuse my zeal: 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain; The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this: Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be hush'd and nought at all to say: First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Which else would post until it had return'd These terms of treason doubled down his throat. Setting aside his high blood's royalty, And let him be no kinsman to my liege, I do defy him, and I spit at him; Call him a slanderous coward and a villain: Which to maintain I would allow him odds, And meet him, were I tied to run afoot Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Or any other ground inhabitable, Where ever Englishman durst set his foot. Mean time let this defend my loyalty, By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
1311KING HENRY IVPale trembling coward, there I throw my gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of the king, And lay aside my high blood's royalty, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except. If guilty dread have left thee so much strength As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop: By that and all the rites of knighthood else, Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.
1411THOMAS MOWBRAYI take it up; and by that sword I swear Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder, I'll answer thee in any fair degree, Or chivalrous design of knightly trial: And when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor or unjustly fight!
1511KING RICHARD IIWhat doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge? It must be great that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him.
1611KING HENRY IVLook, what I speak, my life shall prove it true; That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers, The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, Like a false traitor and injurious villain. Besides I say and will in battle prove, Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge That ever was survey'd by English eye, That all the treasons for these eighteen years Complotted and contrived in this land Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. Further I say and further will maintain Upon his bad life to make all this good, That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death, Suggest his soon-believing adversaries, And consequently, like a traitor coward, Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood: Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To me for justice and rough chastisement; And, by the glorious worth of my descent, This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
1711KING RICHARD IIHow high a pitch his resolution soars! Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?
1811THOMAS MOWBRAYO, let my sovereign turn away his face And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this slander of his blood, How God and good men hate so foul a liar.
1911KING RICHARD IIMowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears: Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, As he is but my father's brother's son, Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow, Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize The unstooping firmness of my upright soul: He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou: Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.
2011THOMAS MOWBRAYThen, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest. Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers; The other part reserved I by consent, For that my sovereign liege was in my debt Upon remainder of a dear account, Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's death, I slew him not; but to my own disgrace Neglected my sworn duty in that case. For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster, The honourable father to my foe Once did I lay an ambush for your life, A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul But ere I last received the sacrament I did confess it, and exactly begg'd Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it. This is my fault: as for the rest appeall'd, It issues from the rancour of a villain, A recreant and most degenerate traitor Which in myself I boldly will defend; And interchangeably hurl down my gage Upon this overweening traitor's foot, To prove myself a loyal gentleman Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom. In haste whereof, most heartily I pray Your highness to assign our trial day.
2111KING RICHARD IIWrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me; Let's purge this choler without letting blood: This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed. Good uncle, let this end where it begun; We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.
2211JOHN OF GAUNTTo be a make-peace shall become my age: Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.
2311KING RICHARD IIAnd, Norfolk, throw down his.
2411JOHN OF GAUNTWhen, Harry, when? Obedience bids I should not bid again.
2511KING RICHARD IINorfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot.
2611THOMAS MOWBRAYMyself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot. My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: The one my duty owes; but my fair name, Despite of death that lives upon my grave, To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear, The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood Which breathed this poison.
2711KING RICHARD IIRage must be withstood: Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame.
2811THOMAS MOWBRAYYea, but not change his spots: take but my shame. And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation: that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast. Mine honour is my life; both grow in one: Take honour from me, and my life is done: Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; In that I live and for that will I die.
2911KING RICHARD IICousin, throw up your gage; do you begin.
3011KING HENRY IVO, God defend my soul from such deep sin! Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight? Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong, Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting fear, And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face.
31(stage directions)11[Exit JOHN OF GAUNT]
3211KING RICHARD IIWe were not born to sue, but to command; Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day: There shall your swords and lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your settled hate: Since we can not atone you, we shall see Justice design the victor's chivalry. Lord marshal, command our officers at arms Be ready to direct these home alarms.
33(stage directions)11[Exeunt]
34(stage directions)12[Enter JOHN OF GAUNT with DUCHESS]
3512JOHN OF GAUNTAlas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood Doth more solicit me than your exclaims, To stir against the butchers of his life! But since correction lieth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven; Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth, Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.
3612DUCHESSFinds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire? Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, Were as seven vials of his sacred blood, Or seven fair branches springing from one root: Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, Some of those branches by the Destinies cut; But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester, One vial full of Edward's sacred blood, One flourishing branch of his most royal root, Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt, Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe. Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! that bed, that womb, That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee Made him a man; and though thou livest and breathest, Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent In some large measure to thy father's death, In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Who was the model of thy father's life. Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair: In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life, Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee: That which in mean men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.
3712JOHN OF GAUNTGod's is the quarrel; for God's substitute, His deputy anointed in His sight, Hath caused his death: the which if wrongfully, Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift An angry arm against His minister.
3812DUCHESSWhere then, alas, may I complain myself?
3912JOHN OF GAUNTTo God, the widow's champion and defence.
4012DUCHESSWhy, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight: O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast! Or, if misfortune miss the first career, Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, They may break his foaming courser's back, And throw the rider headlong in the lists, A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford! Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's wife With her companion grief must end her life.
4112JOHN OF GAUNTSister, farewell; I must to Coventry: As much good stay with thee as go with me!
4212DUCHESSYet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: I take my leave before I have begun, For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York. Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so; Though this be all, do not so quickly go; I shall remember more. Bid him--ah, what?-- With all good speed at Plashy visit me. Alack, and what shall good old York there see But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? And what hear there for welcome but my groans? Therefore commend me; let him not come there, To seek out sorrow that dwells every where. Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die: The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.
43(stage directions)12[Exeunt]
44(stage directions)13[Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE]
4513LORD MARSHALMy Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?
4613DUKE OF AUMERLEYea, at all points; and longs to enter in.
4713LORD MARSHALThe Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.
4813DUKE OF AUMERLEWhy, then, the champions are prepared, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach. [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]
4913KING RICHARD IIMarshal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in arms: Ask him his name and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause.
5013LORD MARSHALIn God's name and the king's, say who thou art And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms, Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel: Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath; As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!
5113THOMAS MOWBRAYMy name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk; Who hither come engaged by my oath-- Which God defend a knight should violate!-- Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God, my king and my succeeding issue, Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me And, by the grace of God and this mine arm, To prove him, in defending of myself, A traitor to my God, my king, and me: And as I truly fight, defend me heaven! [The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE,] appellant, in armour, with a Herald]
5213KING RICHARD IIMarshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Both who he is and why he cometh hither Thus plated in habiliments of war, And formally, according to our law, Depose him in the justice of his cause.
5313LORD MARSHALWhat is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither, Before King Richard in his royal lists? Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel? Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!
5413KING HENRY IVHarry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour, In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous, To God of heaven, King Richard and to me; And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!
5513LORD MARSHALOn pain of death, no person be so bold Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, Except the marshal and such officers Appointed to direct these fair designs.
5613KING HENRY IVLord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his majesty: For Mowbray and myself are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage; Then let us take a ceremonious leave And loving farewell of our several friends.
5713LORD MARSHALThe appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.
5813KING RICHARD IIWe will descend and fold him in our arms. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.
5913KING HENRY IVO let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear: As confident as is the falcon's flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. My loving lord, I take my leave of you; Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle; Not sick, although I have to do with death, But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath. Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: O thou, the earthly author of my blood, Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head, Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat, And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt, Even in the lusty havior of his son.
6013JOHN OF GAUNTGod in thy good cause make thee prosperous! Be swift like lightning in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the casque Of thy adverse pernicious enemy: Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.
6113KING HENRY IVMine innocency and Saint George to thrive!
6213THOMAS MOWBRAYHowever God or fortune cast my lot, There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne, A loyal, just and upright gentleman: Never did captive with a freer heart Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement, More than my dancing soul doth celebrate This feast of battle with mine adversary. Most mighty liege, and my companion peers, Take from my mouth the wish of happy years: As gentle and as jocund as to jest Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.
6313KING RICHARD IIFarewell, my lord: securely I espy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. Order the trial, marshal, and begin.
6413LORD MARSHALHarry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!
6513KING HENRY IVStrong as a tower in hope, I cry amen.
6613LORD MARSHALGo bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.
6713FIRST HERALDHarry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself, On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, A traitor to his God, his king and him; And dares him to set forward to the fight.
6813SECOND HERALDHere standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found false and recreant, Both to defend himself and to approve Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, To God, his sovereign and to him disloyal; Courageously and with a free desire Attending but the signal to begin.
6913LORD MARSHALSound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. [A charge sounded] Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.
7013KING RICHARD IILet them lay by their helmets and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again: Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound While we return these dukes what we decree. [A long flourish] Draw near, And list what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd With that dear blood which it hath fostered; And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' sword; And for we think the eagle-winged pride Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, With rival-hating envy, set on you To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep; Which so roused up with boisterous untuned drums, With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace And make us wade even in our kindred's blood, Therefore, we banish you our territories: You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life, Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields Shall not regreet our fair dominions, But tread the stranger paths of banishment.
7113KING HENRY IVYour will be done: this must my comfort be, Sun that warms you here shall shine on me; And those his golden beams to you here lent Shall point on me and gild my banishment.
7213KING RICHARD IINorfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: The sly slow hours shall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile; The hopeless word of 'never to return' Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
7313THOMAS MOWBRAYA heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth: A dearer merit, not so deep a maim As to be cast forth in the common air, Have I deserved at your highness' hands. The language I have learn'd these forty years, My native English, now I must forego: And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony: Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips; And dull unfeeling barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me. I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now: What is thy sentence then but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?
7413KING RICHARD IIIt boots thee not to be compassionate: After our sentence plaining comes too late.
7513THOMAS MOWBRAYThen thus I turn me from my country's light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.
7613KING RICHARD IIReturn again, and take an oath with thee. Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands; Swear by the duty that you owe to God-- Our part therein we banish with yourselves-- To keep the oath that we administer: You never shall, so help you truth and God! Embrace each other's love in banishment; Nor never look upon each other's face; Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile This louring tempest of your home-bred hate; Nor never by advised purpose meet To plot, contrive, or complot any ill 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.
7713KING HENRY IVI swear.
7813THOMAS MOWBRAYAnd I, to keep all this.
7913KING HENRY IVNorfolk, so far as to mine enemy:-- By this time, had the king permitted us, One of our souls had wander'd in the air. Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh, As now our flesh is banish'd from this land: Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm; Since thou hast far to go, bear not along The clogging burthen of a guilty soul.
8013THOMAS MOWBRAYNo, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor, My name be blotted from the book of life, And I from heaven banish'd as from hence! But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know; And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue. Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way.
81(stage directions)13[Exit]
8213KING RICHARD IIUncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away. [To HENRY BOLINGBROKE] Six frozen winter spent, Return with welcome home from banishment.
8313KING HENRY IVHow long a time lies in one little word! Four lagging winters and four wanton springs End in a word: such is the breath of kings.
8413JOHN OF GAUNTI thank my liege, that in regard of me He shortens four years of my son's exile: But little vantage shall I reap thereby; For, ere the six years that he hath to spend Can change their moons and bring their times about My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light Shall be extinct with age and endless night; My inch of taper will be burnt and done, And blindfold death not let me see my son.
8513KING RICHARD IIWhy uncle, thou hast many years to live.
8613JOHN OF GAUNTBut not a minute, king, that thou canst give: Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; Thy word is current with him for my death, But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.
8713KING RICHARD IIThy son is banish'd upon good advice, Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave: Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour?
8813JOHN OF GAUNTThings sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. You urged me as a judge; but I had rather You would have bid me argue like a father. O, had it been a stranger, not my child, To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: A partial slander sought I to avoid, And in the sentence my own life destroy'd. Alas, I look'd when some of you should say, I was too strict to make mine own away; But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue Against my will to do myself this wrong.
8913KING RICHARD IICousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so: Six years we banish him, and he shall go.
90(stage directions)13[Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train]
9113DUKE OF AUMERLECousin, farewell: what presence must not know, From where you do remain let paper show.
9213LORD MARSHALMy lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, As far as land will let me, by your side.
9313JOHN OF GAUNTO, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words, That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends?
9413KING HENRY IVI have too few to take my leave of you, When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart.
9513JOHN OF GAUNTThy grief is but thy absence for a time.
9613KING HENRY IVJoy absent, grief is present for that time.
9713JOHN OF GAUNTWhat is six winters? they are quickly gone.
9813KING HENRY IVTo men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.
9913JOHN OF GAUNTCall it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.
10013KING HENRY IVMy heart will sigh when I miscall it so, Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.
10113JOHN OF GAUNTThe sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set The precious jewel of thy home return.
10213KING HENRY IVNay, rather, every tedious stride I make Will but remember me what a deal of world I wander from the jewels that I love. Must I not serve a long apprenticehood To foreign passages, and in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?
10313JOHN OF GAUNTAll places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity. Think not the king did banish thee, But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit, Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour And not the king exiled thee; or suppose Devouring pestilence hangs in our air And thou art flying to a fresher clime: Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou comest: Suppose the singing birds musicians, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd, The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more Than a delightful measure or a dance; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
10413KING HENRY IVO, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.
10513JOHN OF GAUNTCome, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.
10613KING HENRY IVThen, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where'er I wander, boast of this I can, Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman.
107(stage directions)13[Exeunt] [Enter KING RICHARD II, with BAGOT and GREEN at one] door; and the DUKE OF AUMERLE at another]
10814KING RICHARD IIWe did observe. Cousin Aumerle, How far brought you high Hereford on his way?
10914DUKE OF AUMERLEI brought high Hereford, if you call him so, But to the next highway, and there I left him.
11014KING RICHARD IIAnd say, what store of parting tears were shed?
11114DUKE OF AUMERLEFaith, none for me; except the north-east wind, Which then blew bitterly against our faces, Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.
11214KING RICHARD IIWhat said our cousin when you parted with him?
11314DUKE OF AUMERLE'Farewell:' And, for my heart disdained that my tongue Should so profane the word, that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such grief That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave. Marry, would the word 'farewell' have lengthen'd hours And added years to his short banishment, He should have had a volume of farewells; But since it would not, he had none of me.
11414KING RICHARD IIHe is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, When time shall call him home from banishment, Whether our kinsman come to see his friends. Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green Observed his courtship to the common people; How he did seem to dive into their hearts With humble and familiar courtesy, What reverence he did throw away on slaves, Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles And patient underbearing of his fortune, As 'twere to banish their affects with him. Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench; A brace of draymen bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee, With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;' As were our England in reversion his, And he our subjects' next degree in hope.
11514GREENWell, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts. Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland, Expedient manage must be made, my liege, Ere further leisure yield them further means For their advantage and your highness' loss.
11614KING RICHARD IIWe will ourself in person to this war: And, for our coffers, with too great a court And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light, We are inforced to farm our royal realm; The revenue whereof shall furnish us For our affairs in hand: if that come short, Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters; Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich, They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold And send them after to supply our wants; For we will make for Ireland presently. [Enter BUSHY] Bushy, what news?
11714BUSHYOld John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord, Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste To entreat your majesty to visit him.
11814KING RICHARD IIWhere lies he?
11914BUSHYAt Ely House.
12014KING RICHARD IINow put it, God, in the physician's mind To help him to his grave immediately! The lining of his coffers shall make coats To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars. Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him: Pray God we may make haste, and come too late!
122(stage directions)14[Exeunt] [Enter JOHN OF GAUNT sick, with the DUKE OF YORK,] &c]
12321JOHN OF GAUNTWill the king come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?
12421DUKE OF YORKVex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.
12521JOHN OF GAUNTO, but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. He that no more must say is listen'd more Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose; More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before: The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past: Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear, My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.
12621DUKE OF YORKNo; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds, As praises, of whose taste the wise are fond, Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound The open ear of youth doth always listen; Report of fashions in proud Italy, Whose manners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base imitation. Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity-- So it be new, there's no respect how vile-- That is not quickly buzzed into his ears? Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard. Direct not him whose way himself will choose: 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.
12721JOHN OF GAUNTMethinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus expiring do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder: Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry, Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death! [Enter KING RICHARD II and QUEEN, DUKE OF AUMERLE,] BUSHY, GREEN, BAGOT, LORD ROSS, and LORD WILLOUGHBY]
12821DUKE OF YORKThe king is come: deal mildly with his youth; For young hot colts being raged do rage the more.
12921QUEENHow fares our noble uncle, Lancaster?
13021KING RICHARD IIWhat comfort, man? how is't with aged Gaunt?
13121JOHN OF GAUNTO how that name befits my composition! Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old: Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt? For sleeping England long time have I watch'd; Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt: The pleasure that some fathers feed upon, Is my strict fast; I mean, my children's looks; And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones.
13221KING RICHARD IICan sick men play so nicely with their names?
13321JOHN OF GAUNTNo, misery makes sport to mock itself: Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.
13421KING RICHARD IIShould dying men flatter with those that live?
13521JOHN OF GAUNTNo, no, men living flatter those that die.
13621KING RICHARD IIThou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me.
13721JOHN OF GAUNTO, no! thou diest, though I the sicker be.
13821KING RICHARD III am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.
13921JOHN OF GAUNTNow He that made me knows I see thee ill; Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land Wherein thou liest in reputation sick; And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee: A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, Whose compass is no bigger than thy head; And yet, incaged in so small a verge, The waste is no whit lesser than thy land. O, had thy grandsire with a prophet's eye Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons, From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame, Deposing thee before thou wert possess'd, Which art possess'd now to depose thyself. Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, It were a shame to let this land by lease; But for thy world enjoying but this land, Is it not more than shame to shame it so? Landlord of England art thou now, not king: Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; And thou--
14021KING RICHARD IIA lunatic lean-witted fool, Presuming on an ague's privilege, Darest with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood With fury from his native residence. Now, by my seat's right royal majesty, Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son, This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.
14121JOHN OF GAUNTO, spare me not, my brother Edward's son, For that I was his father Edward's son; That blood already, like the pelican, Hast thou tapp'd out and drunkenly caroused: My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul, Whom fair befal in heaven 'mongst happy souls! May be a precedent and witness good That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood: Join with the present sickness that I have; And thy unkindness be like crooked age, To crop at once a too long wither'd flower. Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee! These words hereafter thy tormentors be! Convey me to my bed, then to my grave: Love they to live that love and honour have.
142(stage directions)21[Exit, borne off by his Attendants]
14321KING RICHARD IIAnd let them die that age and sullens have; For both hast thou, and both become the grave.
14421DUKE OF YORKI do beseech your majesty, impute his words To wayward sickliness and age in him: He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here.
14521KING RICHARD IIRight, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his; As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.
146(stage directions)21[Enter NORTHUMBERLAND]
14721NORTHUMBERLANDMy liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.
14821KING RICHARD IIWhat says he?
14921NORTHUMBERLANDNay, nothing; all is said His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
15021DUKE OF YORKBe York the next that must be bankrupt so! Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
15121KING RICHARD IIThe ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be. So much for that. Now for our Irish wars: We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns, Which live like venom where no venom else But only they have privilege to live. And for these great affairs do ask some charge, Towards our assistance we do seize to us The plate, corn, revenues and moveables, Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd.
15221DUKE OF YORKHow long shall I be patient? ah, how long Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong? Not Gloucester's death, nor Hereford's banishment Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs, Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke About his marriage, nor my own disgrace, Have ever made me sour my patient cheek, Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face. I am the last of noble Edward's sons, Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first: In war was never lion raged more fierce, In peace was never gentle lamb more mild, Than was that young and princely gentleman. His face thou hast, for even so look'd he, Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours; But when he frown'd, it was against the French And not against his friends; his noble hand Did will what he did spend and spent not that Which his triumphant father's hand had won; His hands were guilty of no kindred blood, But bloody with the enemies of his kin. O Richard! York is too far gone with grief, Or else he never would compare between.
15321KING RICHARD IIWhy, uncle, what's the matter?
15421DUKE OF YORKO my liege, Pardon me, if you please; if not, I, pleased Not to be pardon'd, am content withal. Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford? Is not Gaunt dead, and doth not Hereford live? Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true? Did not the one deserve to have an heir? Is not his heir a well-deserving son? Take Hereford's rights away, and take from Time His charters and his customary rights; Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day; Be not thyself; for how art thou a king But by fair sequence and succession? Now, afore God--God forbid I say true!-- If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights, Call in the letters patent that he hath By his attorneys-general to sue His livery, and deny his offer'd homage, You pluck a thousand dangers on your head, You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts And prick my tender patience, to those thoughts Which honour and allegiance cannot think.
15521KING RICHARD IIThink what you will, we seize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.
15621DUKE OF YORKI'll not be by the while: my liege, farewell: What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell; But by bad courses may be understood That their events can never fall out good.
157(stage directions)21[Exit]
15821KING RICHARD IIGo, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight: Bid him repair to us to Ely House To see this business. To-morrow next We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow: And we create, in absence of ourself, Our uncle York lord governor of England; For he is just and always loved us well. Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part; Be merry, for our time of stay is short [Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II, QUEEN, DUKE OF] AUMERLE, BUSHY, GREEN, and BAGOT]
15921NORTHUMBERLANDWell, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.
16021LORD ROSSAnd living too; for now his son is duke.
16121LORD WILLOUGHBYBarely in title, not in revenue.
16221NORTHUMBERLANDRichly in both, if justice had her right.
16321LORD ROSSMy heart is great; but it must break with silence, Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue.
16421NORTHUMBERLANDNay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!
16521LORD WILLOUGHBYTends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford? If it be so, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.
16621LORD ROSSNo good at all that I can do for him; Unless you call it good to pity him, Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.
16721NORTHUMBERLANDNow, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne In him, a royal prince, and many moe Of noble blood in this declining land. The king is not himself, but basely led By flatterers; and what they will inform, Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all, That will the king severely prosecute 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.
16821LORD ROSSThe commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes, And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.
16921LORD WILLOUGHBYAnd daily new exactions are devised, As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: But what, o' God's name, doth become of this?
17021NORTHUMBERLANDWars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not, But basely yielded upon compromise That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows: More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.
17121LORD ROSSThe Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.
17221LORD WILLOUGHBYThe king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man.
17321NORTHUMBERLANDReproach and dissolution hangeth over him.
17421LORD ROSSHe hath not money for these Irish wars, His burthenous taxations notwithstanding, But by the robbing of the banish'd duke.
17521NORTHUMBERLANDHis noble kinsman: most degenerate king! But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet see no shelter to avoid the storm; We see the wind sit sore upon our sails, And yet we strike not, but securely perish.
17621LORD ROSSWe see the very wreck that we must suffer; And unavoided is the danger now, For suffering so the causes of our wreck.
17721NORTHUMBERLANDNot so; even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is.
17821LORD WILLOUGHBYNay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.
17921LORD ROSSBe confident to speak, Northumberland: We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold.
18021NORTHUMBERLANDThen thus: I have from Port le Blanc, a bay In Brittany, received intelligence That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord Cobham, [--] That late broke from the Duke of Exeter, His brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury, Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston, Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton and Francis Quoint, All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Bretagne With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly mean to touch our northern shore: Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay The first departing of the king for Ireland. If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke, Imp out our drooping country's broken wing, Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown, Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt And make high majesty look like itself, Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh; But if you faint, as fearing to do so, Stay and be secret, and myself will go.
18121LORD ROSSTo horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear.
18221LORD WILLOUGHBYHold out my horse, and I will first be there.
183(stage directions)21[Exeunt]
184(stage directions)22[Enter QUEEN, BUSHY, and BAGOT]
18522BUSHYMadam, your majesty is too much sad: You promised, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness And entertain a cheerful disposition.
18622QUEENTo please the king I did; to please myself I cannot do it; yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks, Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Is coming towards me, and my inward soul With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves, More than with parting from my lord the king.
18722BUSHYEach substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which shows like grief itself, but is not so; For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects; Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty, Looking awry upon your lord's departure, Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen, More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen; Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Which for things true weeps things imaginary.
18822QUEENIt may be so; but yet my inward soul Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be, I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad As, though on thinking on no thought I think, Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.
18922BUSHY'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.
19022QUEEN'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived From some forefather grief; mine is not so, For nothing had begot my something grief; Or something hath the nothing that I grieve: 'Tis in reversion that I do possess; But what it is, that is not yet known; what I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.
191(stage directions)22[Enter GREEN]
19222GREENGod save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen: I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.
19322QUEENWhy hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope: Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?
19422GREENThat he, our hope, might have retired his power, And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Who strongly hath set footing in this land: The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, And with uplifted arms is safe arrived At Ravenspurgh.
19522QUEENNow God in heaven forbid!
19622GREENAh, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse, The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy, The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.
19722BUSHYWhy have you not proclaim'd Northumberland And all the rest revolted faction traitors?
19822GREENWe have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke.
19922QUEENSo, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy, And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.
20022BUSHYDespair not, madam.
20122QUEENWho shall hinder me? I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope: he is a flatterer, A parasite, a keeper back of death, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Which false hope lingers in extremity.
202(stage directions)22[Enter DUKE OF YORK]
20322GREENHere comes the Duke of York.
20422QUEENWith signs of war about his aged neck: O, full of careful business are his looks! Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.
20522DUKE OF YORKShould I do so, I should belie my thoughts: Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief. Your husband, he is gone to save far off, Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Here am I left to underprop his land, Who, weak with age, cannot support myself: Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.
206(stage directions)22[Enter a Servant]
20722SERVANTMy lord, your son was gone before I came.
20822DUKE OF YORKHe was? Why, so! go all which way it will! The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester; Bid her send me presently a thousand pound: Hold, take my ring.
20922SERVANTMy lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship, To-day, as I came by, I called there; But I shall grieve you to report the rest.
21022DUKE OF YORKWhat is't, knave?
21122SERVANTAn hour before I came, the duchess died.
21222DUKE OF YORKGod for his mercy! what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this woeful land at once! I know not what to do: I would to God, So my untruth had not provoked him to it, The king had cut off my head with my brother's. What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland? How shall we do for money for these wars? Come, sister,--cousin, I would say--pray, pardon me. Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts And bring away the armour that is there. [Exit Servant] Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know how or which way to order these affairs Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen: The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath And duty bids defend; the other again Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd, Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll Dispose of you. Gentlemen, go, muster up your men, And meet me presently at Berkeley. I should to Plashy too; But time will not permit: all is uneven, And every thing is left at six and seven.
213(stage directions)22[Exeunt DUKE OF YORK and QUEEN]
21422BUSHYThe wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power Proportionable to the enemy Is all unpossible.
21522GREENBesides, our nearness to the king in love Is near the hate of those love not the king.
21622BAGOTAnd that's the wavering commons: for their love Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
21722BUSHYWherein the king stands generally condemn'd.
21822BAGOTIf judgement lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king.
21922GREENWell, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle: The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.
22022BUSHYThither will I with you; for little office The hateful commons will perform for us, Except like curs to tear us all to pieces. Will you go along with us?
22122BAGOTNo; I will to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain, We three here art that ne'er shall meet again.
22222BUSHYThat's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.
22322GREENAlas, poor duke! the task he undertakes Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry: Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.
22422BUSHYWell, we may meet again.
22522BAGOTI fear me, never.
226(stage directions)22[Exeunt]
227(stage directions)23[Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces]
22823KING HENRY IVHow far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
22923NORTHUMBERLANDBelieve me, noble lord, I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire: These high wild hills and rough uneven ways Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome, And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Making the hard way sweet and delectable. But I bethink me what a weary way From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company, Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled The tediousness and process of my travel: But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have The present benefit which I possess; And hope to joy is little less in joy Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done By sight of what I have, your noble company.
23023KING HENRY IVOf much less value is my company Than your good words. But who comes here?
231(stage directions)23[Enter HENRY PERCY]
23223NORTHUMBERLANDIt is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever. Harry, how fares your uncle?
23323HOTSPURI had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you.
23423NORTHUMBERLANDWhy, is he not with the queen?
23523HOTSPURNo, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office and dispersed The household of the king.
23623NORTHUMBERLANDWhat was his reason? He was not so resolved when last we spake together.
23723HOTSPURBecause your lordship was proclaimed traitor. But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh, To offer service to the Duke of Hereford, And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover What power the Duke of York had levied there; Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.
23823NORTHUMBERLANDHave you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?
23923HOTSPURNo, my good lord, for that is not forgot Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, I never in my life did look on him.
24023NORTHUMBERLANDThen learn to know him now; this is the duke.
24123HOTSPURMy gracious lord, I tender you my service, Such as it is, being tender, raw and young: Which elder days shall ripen and confirm To more approved service and desert.
24223KING HENRY IVI thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends; And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense: My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.
24323NORTHUMBERLANDHow far is it to Berkeley? and what stir Keeps good old York there with his men of war?
24423HOTSPURThere stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard; And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour; None else of name and noble estimate.
245(stage directions)23[Enter LORD ROSS and LORD WILLOUGHBY]
24623NORTHUMBERLANDHere come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.
24723KING HENRY IVWelcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues A banish'd traitor: all my treasury Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd Shall be your love and labour's recompense.
24823LORD ROSSYour presence makes us rich, most noble lord.
24923LORD WILLOUGHBYAnd far surmounts our labour to attain it.
25023KING HENRY IVEvermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
251(stage directions)23[Enter LORD BERKELEY]
25223NORTHUMBERLANDIt is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.
25323LORD BERKELEYMy Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
25423KING HENRY IVMy lord, my answer is--to Lancaster; And I am come to seek that name in England; And I must find that title in your tongue, Before I make reply to aught you say.
25523LORD BERKELEYMistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning To raze one title of your honour out: To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will, From the most gracious regent of this land, The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on To take advantage of the absent time And fright our native peace with self-born arms.
256(stage directions)23[Enter DUKE OF YORK attended]
25723KING HENRY IVI shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle!
258(stage directions)23[Kneels]
25923DUKE OF YORKShow me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceiveable and false.
26023KING HENRY IVMy gracious uncle--
26123DUKE OF YORKTut, tut! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle: I am no traitor's uncle; and that word 'grace.' In an ungracious mouth is but profane. Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? But then more 'why?' why have they dared to march So many miles upon her peaceful bosom, Frighting her pale-faced villages with war And ostentation of despised arms? Comest thou because the anointed king is hence? Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, And in my loyal bosom lies his power. Were I but now the lord of such hot youth As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, From forth the ranks of many thousand French, O, then how quickly should this arm of mine. Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee And minister correction to thy fault!
26223KING HENRY IVMy gracious uncle, let me know my fault: On what condition stands it and wherein?
26323DUKE OF YORKEven in condition of the worst degree, In gross rebellion and detested treason: Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come Before the expiration of thy time, In braving arms against thy sovereign.
26423KING HENRY IVAs I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; But as I come, I come for Lancaster. And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye: You are my father, for methinks in you I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father, Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born? If that my cousin king be King of England, It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster. You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin; Had you first died, and he been thus trod down, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay. I am denied to sue my livery here, And yet my letters-patents give me leave: My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold, And these and all are all amiss employ'd. What would you have me do? I am a subject, And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me; And therefore, personally I lay my claim To my inheritance of free descent.
26523NORTHUMBERLANDThe noble duke hath been too much abused.
26623LORD ROSSIt stands your grace upon to do him right.
26723LORD WILLOUGHBYBase men by his endowments are made great.
26823DUKE OF YORKMy lords of England, let me tell you this: I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs And laboured all I could to do him right; But in this kind to come, in braving arms, Be his own carver and cut out his way, To find out right with wrong, it may not be; And you that do abet him in this kind Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.
26923NORTHUMBERLANDThe noble duke hath sworn his coming is But for his own; and for the right of that We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath!
27023DUKE OF YORKWell, well, I see the issue of these arms: I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because my power is weak and all ill left: But if I could, by Him that gave me life, I would attach you all and make you stoop Unto the sovereign mercy of the king; But since I cannot, be it known to you I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well; Unless you please to enter in the castle And there repose you for this night.
27123KING HENRY IVAn offer, uncle, that we will accept: But we must win your grace to go with usTo Bristol castle, which they say is held By Bushy, Bagot and their complices, The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
27223DUKE OF YORKIt may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause; For I am loath to break our country's laws. Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are: Things past redress are now with me past care.
273(stage directions)23[Exeunt]
274(stage directions)24[Enter EARL OF SALISBURY and a Welsh Captain]
27524CAPTAINMy lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days, And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the king; Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.
27624EARL OF SALISBURYStay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman: The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.
27724CAPTAIN'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap, The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other to enjoy by rage and war: These signs forerun the death or fall of kings. Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled, As well assured Richard their king is dead.
278(stage directions)24[Exit]
27924EARL OF SALISBURYAh, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind I see thy glory like a shooting star Fall to the base earth from the firmament. Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest: Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes, And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.
28131KING HENRY IVBring forth these men. Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls-- Since presently your souls must part your bodies-- With too much urging your pernicious lives, For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood From off my hands, here in the view of men I will unfold some causes of your deaths. You have misled a prince, a royal king, A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, By you unhappied and disfigured clean: You have in manner with your sinful hours Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him, Broke the possession of a royal bed And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs. Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him misinterpret me, Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment; Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods, From my own windows torn my household coat, Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions and my living blood, To show the world I am a gentleman. This and much more, much more than twice all this, Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd over To execution and the hand of death.
28231BUSHYMore welcome is the stroke of death to me Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.
28331GREENMy comfort is that heaven will take our souls And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
28431KING HENRY IVMy Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd. [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with the] prisoners] Uncle, you say the queen is at your house; For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated: Tell her I send to her my kind commends; Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.
28531DUKE OF YORKA gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd With letters of your love to her at large.
28631KING HENRY IVThank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away. To fight with Glendower and his complices: Awhile to work, and after holiday.
287(stage directions)31[Exeunt] [Drums; flourish and colours. Enter KING RICHARD] II, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, DUKE OF AUMERLE, and Soldiers]
28832KING RICHARD IIBarkloughly castle call they this at hand?
28932DUKE OF AUMERLEYea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air, After your late tossing on the breaking seas?
29032KING RICHARD IINeeds must I like it well: I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favours with my royal hands. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense; But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way, Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet Which with usurping steps do trample thee: Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies; And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies. Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: This earth shall have a feeling and these stones Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.
29132BISHOP OF CARLISLEFear not, my lord: that Power that made you king Hath power to keep you king in spite of all. The means that heaven yields must be embraced, And not neglected; else, if heaven would, And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse, The proffer'd means of succor and redress.
29232DUKE OF AUMERLEHe means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, Grows strong and great in substance and in power.
29332KING RICHARD IIDiscomfortable cousin! know'st thou not That when the searching eye of heaven is hid, Behind the globe, that lights the lower world, Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen In murders and in outrage, boldly here; But when from under this terrestrial ball He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines And darts his light through every guilty hole, Then murders, treasons and detested sins, The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves? So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, Who all this while hath revell'd in the night Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes, Shall see us rising in our throne, the east, His treasons will sit blushing in his face, Not able to endure the sight of day, But self-affrighted tremble at his sin. Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord: For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right. [Enter EARL OF SALISBURY] Welcome, my lord. how far off lies your power?
29432EARL OF SALISBURYNor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair. One day too late, I fear me, noble lord, Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth: O, call back yesterday, bid time return, And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men! To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state: For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead. Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.
29532DUKE OF AUMERLEComfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale?
29632KING RICHARD IIBut now the blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; And, till so much blood thither come again, Have I not reason to look pale and dead? All souls that will be safe fly from my side, For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
29732DUKE OF AUMERLEComfort, my liege; remember who you are.
29832KING RICHARD III had forgot myself; am I not king? Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest. Is not the king's name twenty thousand names? Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes At thy great glory. Look not to the ground, Ye favourites of a king: are we not high? High be our thoughts: I know my uncle York Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who comes here?
299(stage directions)32[Enter SIR STEPHEN SCROOP]
30032SIR STEPHEN SCROOPMore health and happiness betide my liege Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him!
30132KING RICHARD IIMine ear is open and my heart prepared; The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care And what loss is it to be rid of care? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, We'll serve Him too and be his fellow so: Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend; They break their faith to God as well as us: Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay: The worst is death, and death will have his day.
30232SIR STEPHEN SCROOPGlad am I that your highness is so arm'd To bear the tidings of calamity. Like an unseasonable stormy day, Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, As if the world were all dissolved to tears, So high above his limits swells the rage Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel. White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices, Strive to speak big and clap their female joints In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows Of double-fatal yew against thy state; Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, And all goes worse than I have power to tell.
30332KING RICHARD IIToo well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill. Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Bushy? where is Green? That they have let the dangerous enemy Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it: I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.
30432SIR STEPHEN SCROOPPeace have they made with him indeed, my lord.
30532KING RICHARD IIO villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart! Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Would they make peace? terrible hell make war Upon their spotted souls for this offence!
30632SIR STEPHEN SCROOPSweet love, I see, changing his property, Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate: Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made With heads, and not with hands; those whom you curse Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.
30732DUKE OF AUMERLEIs Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?
30832SIR STEPHEN SCROOPAy, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.
30932DUKE OF AUMERLEWhere is the duke my father with his power?
31032KING RICHARD IINo matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills: And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence: throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king?
31132BISHOP OF CARLISLEMy lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. Fear and be slain; no worse can come to fight: And fight and die is death destroying death; Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.
31232DUKE OF AUMERLEMy father hath a power; inquire of him And learn to make a body of a limb.
31332KING RICHARD IIThou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come To change blows with thee for our day of doom. This ague fit of fear is over-blown; An easy task it is to win our own. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.
31432SIR STEPHEN SCROOPMen judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day: So may you by my dull and heavy eye, My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. I play the torturer, by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: Your uncle York is join'd with Bolingbroke, And all your northern castles yielded up, And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party.
31532KING RICHARD IIThou hast said enough. Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth [To DUKE OF AUMERLE] Of that sweet way I was in to despair! What say you now? what comfort have we now? By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more. Go to Flint castle: there I'll pine away; A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. That power I have, discharge; and let them go To ear the land that hath some hope to grow, For I have none: let no man speak again To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
31632DUKE OF AUMERLEMy liege, one word.
31732KING RICHARD IIHe does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. Discharge my followers: let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day.
318(stage directions)32[Exeunt] [Enter, with drum and colours, HENRY BOLINGBROKE,] DUKE OF YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, Attendants, and forces]
31933KING HENRY IVSo that by this intelligence we learn The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed With some few private friends upon this coast.
32033NORTHUMBERLANDThe news is very fair and good, my lord: Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.
32133DUKE OF YORKIt would beseem the Lord Northumberland To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day When such a sacred king should hide his head.
32233NORTHUMBERLANDYour grace mistakes; only to be brief Left I his title out.
32333DUKE OF YORKThe time hath been, Would you have been so brief with him, he would Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, For taking so the head, your whole head's length.
32433KING HENRY IVMistake not, uncle, further than you should.
32533DUKE OF YORKTake not, good cousin, further than you should. Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads.
32633KING HENRY IVI know it, uncle, and oppose not myself Against their will. But who comes here? [Enter HENRY PERCY] Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield?
32733HOTSPURThe castle royally is mann'd, my lord, Against thy entrance.
32833KING HENRY IVRoyally! Why, it contains no king?
32933HOTSPURYes, my good lord, It doth contain a king; King Richard lies Within the limits of yon lime and stone: And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.
33033NORTHUMBERLANDO, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.
33133KING HENRY IVNoble lords, Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: Henry Bolingbroke On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand And sends allegiance and true faith of heart To his most royal person, hither come Even at his feet to lay my arms and power, Provided that my banishment repeal'd And lands restored again be freely granted: If not, I'll use the advantage of my power And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land, My stooping duty tenderly shall show. Go, signify as much, while here we march Upon the grassy carpet of this plain. Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, That from this castle's tatter'd battlements Our fair appointments may be well perused. Methinks King Richard and myself should meet With no less terror than the elements Of fire and water, when their thundering shock At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain My waters; on the earth, and not on him. March on, and mark King Richard how he looks. [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] See, see, King Richard doth himself appear, As doth the blushing discontented sun From out the fiery portal of the east, When he perceives the envious clouds are bent To dim his glory and to stain the track Of his bright passage to the occident.
33233DUKE OF YORKYet looks he like a king: behold, his eye, As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth Controlling majesty: alack, alack, for woe, That any harm should stain so fair a show!
33333KING RICHARD IIWe are amazed; and thus long have we stood To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, [To NORTHUMBERLAND] Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: And if we be, how dare thy joints forget To pay their awful duty to our presence? If we be not, show us the hand of God That hath dismissed us from our stewardship; For well we know, no hand of blood and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp. And though you think that all, as you have done, Have torn their souls by turning them from us, And we are barren and bereft of friends; Yet know, my master, God omnipotent, Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike Your children yet unborn and unbegot, That lift your vassal hands against my head And threat the glory of my precious crown. Tell Bolingbroke--for yond methinks he stands-- That every stride he makes upon my land Is dangerous treason: he is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war; But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons Shall ill become the flower of England's face, Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace To scarlet indignation and bedew Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.
33433NORTHUMBERLANDThe king of heaven forbid our lord the king Should so with civil and uncivil arms Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand; And by the honourable tomb he swears, That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones, And by the royalties of both your bloods, Currents that spring from one most gracious head, And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt, And by the worth and honour of himself, Comprising all that may be sworn or said, His coming hither hath no further scope Than for his lineal royalties and to beg Enfranchisement immediate on his knees: Which on thy royal party granted once, His glittering arms he will commend to rust, His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart To faithful service of your majesty. This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.
33533KING RICHARD IINorthumberland, say thus the king returns: His noble cousin is right welcome hither; And all the number of his fair demands Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction: With all the gracious utterance thou hast Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not, [To DUKE OF AUMERLE] To look so poorly and to speak so fair? Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
33633DUKE OF AUMERLENo, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords.
33733KING RICHARD IIO God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine, That laid the sentence of dread banishment On yon proud man, should take it off again With words of sooth! O that I were as great As is my grief, or lesser than my name! Or that I could forget what I have been, Or not remember what I must be now! Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
33833DUKE OF AUMERLENorthumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.
33933KING RICHARD IIWhat must the king do now? must he submit? The king shall do it: must he be deposed? The king shall be contented: must he lose The name of king? o' God's name, let it go: I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave; Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet May hourly trample on their sovereign's head; For on my heart they tread now whilst I live; And buried once, why not upon my head? Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin! We'll make foul weather with despised tears; Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn, And make a dearth in this revolting land. Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, And make some pretty match with shedding tears? As thus, to drop them still upon one place, Till they have fretted us a pair of graves Within the earth; and, therein laid,--there lies Two kinsmen digg'd their graves with weeping eyes. Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see I talk but idly, and you laugh at me. Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland, What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.
34033NORTHUMBERLANDMy lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you; may it please you to come down.
34133KING RICHARD IIDown, down I come; like glistering Phaethon, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, To come at traitors' calls and do them grace. In the base court? Come down? Down, court! down, king! For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
342(stage directions)33[Exeunt from above]
34333KING HENRY IVWhat says his majesty?
34433NORTHUMBERLANDSorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man Yet he is come.
345(stage directions)33[Enter KING RICHARD and his attendants below]
34633KING HENRY IVStand all apart, And show fair duty to his majesty. [He kneels down] My gracious lord,--
34733KING RICHARD IIFair cousin, you debase your princely knee To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Me rather had my heart might feel your love Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy. Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, Thus high at least, although your knee be low.
34833KING HENRY IVMy gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
34933KING RICHARD IIYour own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
35033KING HENRY IVSo far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love.
35133KING RICHARD IIWell you deserve: they well deserve to have, That know the strong'st and surest way to get. Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes; Tears show their love, but want their remedies. Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir. What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; For do we must what force will have us do. Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?
35233KING HENRY IVYea, my good lord.
35333KING RICHARD IIThen I must not say no.
354(stage directions)33[Flourish. Exeunt]
355(stage directions)34[Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies]
35634QUEENWhat sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care?
35734LADYMadam, we'll play at bowls.
35834QUEEN'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune rubs against the bias.
35934LADYMadam, we'll dance.
36034QUEENMy legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.
36134LADYMadam, we'll tell tales.
36234QUEENOf sorrow or of joy?
36334LADYOf either, madam.
36434QUEENOf neither, girl: For of joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy: For what I have I need not to repeat; And what I want it boots not to complain.
36534LADYMadam, I'll sing.
36634QUEEN'Tis well that thou hast cause But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.
36734LADYI could weep, madam, would it do you good.
36834QUEENAnd I could sing, would weeping do me good, And never borrow any tear of thee. [Enter a Gardener, and two Servants] But stay, here come the gardeners: Let's step into the shadow of these trees. My wretchedness unto a row of pins, They'll talk of state; for every one doth so Against a change; woe is forerun with woe.
369(stage directions)34[QUEEN and Ladies retire]
37034GARDENERGo, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Give some supportance to the bending twigs. Go thou, and like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, That look too lofty in our commonwealth: All must be even in our government. You thus employ'd, I will go root away The noisome weeds, which without profit suck The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
37134SERVANTWhy should we in the compass of a pale Keep law and form and due proportion, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate, When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up, Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruin'd, Her knots disorder'd and her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars?
37234GARDENERHold thy peace: He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, That seem'd in eating him to hold him up, Are pluck'd up root and all by Bolingbroke, I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
37334SERVANTWhat, are they dead?
37434GARDENERThey are; and Bolingbroke Hath seized the wasteful king. O, what pity is it That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land As we this garden! We at time of year Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees, Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood, With too much riches it confound itself: Had he done so to great and growing men, They might have lived to bear and he to taste Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
37534SERVANTWhat, think you then the king shall be deposed?
37634GARDENERDepress'd he is already, and deposed 'Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's, That tell black tidings.
37734QUEENO, I am press'd to death through want of speaking! [Coming forward] Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden, How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed? Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth, Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how, Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.
37834GARDENERPardon me, madam: little joy have I To breathe this news; yet what I say is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd: In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, And some few vanities that make him light; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Besides himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs King Richard down. Post you to London, and you will find it so; I speak no more than every one doth know.
37934QUEENNimble mischance, that art so light of foot, Doth not thy embassage belong to me, And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st To serve me last, that I may longest keep Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go, To meet at London London's king in woe. What, was I born to this, that my sad look Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke? Gardener, for telling me these news of woe, Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
380(stage directions)34[Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies]
38134GARDENERPoor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, I would my skill were subject to thy curse. Here did she fall a tear; here in this place I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping queen.
382(stage directions)34[Exeunt] [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]
38341KING HENRY IVCall forth Bagot. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death, Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd The bloody office of his timeless end.
38441BAGOTThen set before my face the Lord Aumerle.
38541KING HENRY IVCousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.
38641BAGOTMy Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted, I heard you say, 'Is not my arm of length, That reacheth from the restful English court As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?' Amongst much other talk, that very time, I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crowns Than Bolingbroke's return to England; Adding withal how blest this land would be In this your cousin's death.
38741DUKE OF AUMERLEPrinces and noble lords, What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, On equal terms to give him chastisement? Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd With the attainder of his slanderous lips. There is my gage, the manual seal of death, That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, And will maintain what thou hast said is false In thy heart-blood, though being all too base To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
38841KING HENRY IVBagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up.
38941DUKE OF AUMERLEExcepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence that hath moved me so.
39041LORD FITZWATERIf that thy valour stand on sympathy, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spakest it That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester's death. If thou deny'st it twenty times, thou liest; And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.
39141DUKE OF AUMERLEThou darest not, coward, live to see that day.
39241LORD FITZWATERNow by my soul, I would it were this hour.
39341DUKE OF AUMERLEFitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.
39441HOTSPURAumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true In this appeal as thou art all unjust; And that thou art so, there I throw my gage, To prove it on thee to the extremest point Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest.
39541DUKE OF AUMERLEAn if I do not, may my hands rot off And never brandish more revengeful steel Over the glittering helmet of my foe!
39641LORDI task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle; And spur thee on with full as many lies As may be holloa'd in thy treacherous ear From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.
39741DUKE OF AUMERLEWho sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you.
39841DUKE OF SURREYMy Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
39941LORD FITZWATER'Tis very true: you were in presence then; And you can witness with me this is true.
40041DUKE OF SURREYAs false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.
40141LORD FITZWATERSurrey, thou liest.
40241DUKE OF SURREYDishonourable boy! That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, That it shall render vengeance and revenge Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie In earth as quiet as thy father's skull: In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.
40341LORD FITZWATERHow fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies, And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, To tie thee to my strong correction. As I intend to thrive in this new world, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal: Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men To execute the noble duke at Calais.
40441DUKE OF AUMERLESome honest Christian trust me with a gage That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, If he may be repeal'd, to try his honour.
40541KING HENRY IVThese differences shall all rest under gage Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be, And, though mine enemy, restored again To all his lands and signories: when he's return'd, Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
40641BISHOP OF CARLISLEThat honourable day shall ne'er be seen. Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens: And toil'd with works of war, retired himself To Italy; and there at Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.
40741KING HENRY IVWhy, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
40841BISHOP OF CARLISLEAs surely as I live, my lord.
40941KING HENRY IVSweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants, Your differences shall all rest under gage Till we assign you to your days of trial.
410(stage directions)41[Enter DUKE OF YORK, attended]
41141DUKE OF YORKGreat Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields To the possession of thy royal hand: Ascend his throne, descending now from him; And long live Henry, fourth of that name!
41241KING HENRY IVIn God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.
41341BISHOP OF CARLISLEMarry. God forbid! Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. Would God that any in this noble presence Were enough noble to be upright judge Of noble Richard! then true noblesse would Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. What subject can give sentence on his king? And who sits here that is not Richard's subject? Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear, Although apparent guilt be seen in them; And shall the figure of God's majesty, His captain, steward, deputy-elect, Anointed, crowned, planted many years, Be judged by subject and inferior breath, And he himself not present? O, forfend it, God, That in a Christian climate souls refined Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed! I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king: My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king: And if you crown him, let me prophesy: The blood of English shall manure the ground, And future ages groan for this foul act; Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels, And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound; Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls. O, if you raise this house against this house, It will the woefullest division prove That ever fell upon this cursed earth. Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so, Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe!
41441NORTHUMBERLANDWell have you argued, sir; and, for your pains, Of capital treason we arrest you here. My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge To keep him safely till his day of trial. May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit.
41541KING HENRY IVFetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender; so we shall proceed Without suspicion.
41641DUKE OF YORKI will be his conduct.
417(stage directions)41[Exit]
41841KING HENRY IVLords, you that here are under our arrest, Procure your sureties for your days of answer. Little are we beholding to your love, And little look'd for at your helping hands. [Re-enter DUKE OF YORK, with KING RICHARD II, and] Officers bearing the regalia]
41941KING RICHARD IIAlack, why am I sent for to a king, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs: Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me To this submission. Yet I well remember The favours of these men: were they not mine? Did they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' to me? So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, Found truth in all but one: I, in twelve thousand, none. God save the king! Will no man say amen? Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. God save the king! although I be not he; And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me. To do what service am I sent for hither?
42041DUKE OF YORKTo do that office of thine own good will Which tired majesty did make thee offer, The resignation of thy state and crown To Henry Bolingbroke.
42141KING RICHARD IIGive me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown; Here cousin: On this side my hand, and on that side yours. Now is this golden crown like a deep well That owes two buckets, filling one another, The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen and full of water: That bucket down and full of tears am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
42241KING HENRY IVI thought you had been willing to resign.
42341KING RICHARD IIMy crown I am; but still my griefs are mine: You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
42441KING HENRY IVPart of your cares you give me with your crown.
42541KING RICHARD IIYour cares set up do not pluck my cares down. My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
42641KING HENRY IVAre you contented to resign the crown?
42741KING RICHARD IIAy, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be; Therefore no no, for I resign to thee. Now mark me, how I will undo myself; I give this heavy weight from off my head And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; With mine own tears I wash away my balm, With mine own hands I give away my crown, With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, With mine own breath release all duty's rites: All pomp and majesty I do forswear; My manors, rents, revenues I forego; My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny: God pardon all oaths that are broke to me! God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee! Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved, And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved! Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit, And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit! God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says, And send him many years of sunshine days! What more remains?
42841NORTHUMBERLANDNo more, but that you read These accusations and these grievous crimes Committed by your person and your followers Against the state and profit of this land; That, by confessing them, the souls of men May deem that you are worthily deposed.
42941KING RICHARD IIMust I do so? and must I ravel out My weaved-up folly? Gentle Northumberland, If thy offences were upon record, Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst, There shouldst thou find one heinous article, Containing the deposing of a king And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven: Nay, all of you that stand and look upon, Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, And water cannot wash away your sin.
43041NORTHUMBERLANDMy lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles.
43141KING RICHARD IIMine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see: And yet salt water blinds them not so much But they can see a sort of traitors here. Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest; For I have given here my soul's consent To undeck the pompous body of a king; Made glory base and sovereignty a slave, Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.
43341KING RICHARD IINo lord of thine, thou haught insulting man, Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, No, not that name was given me at the font, But 'tis usurp'd: alack the heavy day, That I have worn so many winters out, And know not now what name to call myself! O that I were a mockery king of snow, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, To melt myself away in water-drops! Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good, An if my word be sterling yet in England, Let it command a mirror hither straight, That it may show me what a face I have, Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
43441KING HENRY IVGo some of you and fetch a looking-glass.
435(stage directions)41[Exit an attendant]
43641NORTHUMBERLANDRead o'er this paper while the glass doth come.
43741KING RICHARD IIFiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell!
43841KING HENRY IVUrge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.
43941NORTHUMBERLANDThe commons will not then be satisfied.
44041KING RICHARD IIThey shall be satisfied: I'll read enough, When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. [Re-enter Attendant, with a glass] Give me the glass, and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face That every day under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Was this the face that faced so many follies, And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke? A brittle glory shineth in this face: As brittle as the glory is the face; [Dashes the glass against the ground] For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport, How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.
44141KING HENRY IVThe shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow or your face.
44241KING RICHARD IISay that again. The shadow of my sorrow! ha! let's see: 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within; And these external manners of laments Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul; There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, For thy great bounty, that not only givest Me cause to wail but teachest me the way How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, And then be gone and trouble you no more. Shall I obtain it?
44341KING HENRY IVName it, fair cousin.
44441KING RICHARD II'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king: For when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but subjects; being now a subject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg.
44541KING HENRY IVYet ask.
44641KING RICHARD IIAnd shall I have?
44741KING HENRY IVYou shall.
44841KING RICHARD IIThen give me leave to go.
44941KING HENRY IVWhither?
45041KING RICHARD IIWhither you will, so I were from your sights.
45141KING HENRY IVGo, some of you convey him to the Tower.
45241KING RICHARD IIO, good! convey? conveyers are you all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.
453(stage directions)41[Exeunt KING RICHARD II, some Lords, and a Guard]
45441KING HENRY IVOn Wednesday next we solemnly set down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. [Exeunt all except the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, the Abbot] of Westminster, and DUKE OF AUMERLE]
45541ABBOTA woeful pageant have we here beheld.
45641BISHOP OF CARLISLEThe woe's to come; the children yet unborn. Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.
45741DUKE OF AUMERLEYou holy clergymen, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?
45841ABBOTMy lord, Before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the sacrament To bury mine intents, but also to effect Whatever I shall happen to devise. I see your brows are full of discontent, Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears: Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay A plot shall show us all a merry day.
459(stage directions)41[Exeunt]
460(stage directions)51[Enter QUEEN and Ladies]
46151QUEENThis way the king will come; this is the way To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke: Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth Have any resting for her true king's queen. [Enter KING RICHARD II and Guard] But soft, but see, or rather do not see, My fair rose wither: yet look up, behold, That you in pity may dissolve to dew, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears. Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand, Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb, And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee, When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
46251KING RICHARD IIJoin not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, To think our former state a happy dream; From which awaked, the truth of what we are Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France And cloister thee in some religious house: Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, Which our profane hours here have stricken down.
46351QUEENWhat, is my Richard both in shape and mind Transform'd and weaken'd? hath Bolingbroke deposed Thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod, And fawn on rage with base humility, Which art a lion and a king of beasts?
46451KING RICHARD IIA king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France: Think I am dead and that even here thou takest, As from my death-bed, thy last living leave. In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages long ago betid; And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs, Tell thou the lamentable tale of me And send the hearers weeping to their beds: For why, the senseless brands will sympathize The heavy accent of thy moving tongue And in compassion weep the fire out; And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, For the deposing of a rightful king.
465(stage directions)51[Enter NORTHUMBERLAND and others]
46651NORTHUMBERLANDMy lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed: You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; With all swift speed you must away to France.
46751KING RICHARD IINorthumberland, thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, The time shall not be many hours of age More than it is ere foul sin gathering head Shalt break into corruption: thou shalt think, Though he divide the realm and give thee half, It is too little, helping him to all; And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Being ne'er so little urged, another way To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.
46851NORTHUMBERLANDMy guilt be on my head, and there an end. Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith.
46951KING RICHARD IIDoubly divorced! Bad men, you violate A twofold marriage, 'twixt my crown and me, And then betwixt me and my married wife. Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me; And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. Part us, Northumberland; I toward the north, Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; My wife to France: from whence, set forth in pomp, She came adorned hither like sweet May, Sent back like Hallowmas or short'st of day.
47051QUEENAnd must we be divided? must we part?
47151KING RICHARD IIAy, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.
47251QUEENBanish us both and send the king with me.
47351NORTHUMBERLANDThat were some love but little policy.
47451QUEENThen whither he goes, thither let me go.
47551KING RICHARD IISo two, together weeping, make one woe. Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; Better far off than near, be ne'er the near. Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans.
47651QUEENSo longest way shall have the longest moans.
47751KING RICHARD IITwice for one step I'll groan, the way being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief; One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.
47851QUEENGive me mine own again; 'twere no good part To take on me to keep and kill thy heart. So, now I have mine own again, be gone, That I might strive to kill it with a groan.
47951KING RICHARD IIWe make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.
480(stage directions)51[Exeunt]
481(stage directions)52[Enter DUKE OF YORK and DUCHESS OF YORK]
48252DUCHESS OF YORKMy lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off, of our two cousins coming into London.
48352DUKE OF YORKWhere did I leave?
48452DUCHESS OF YORKAt that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.
48552DUKE OF YORKThen, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know, With slow but stately pace kept on his course, Whilst all tongues cried 'God save thee, Bolingbroke!' You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage, and that all the walls With painted imagery had said at once 'Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!' Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning, Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus: 'I thank you, countrymen:' And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.
48652DUCHESS OF YORKAlack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?
48752DUKE OF YORKAs in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!' No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head: Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted And barbarism itself have pitied him. But heaven hath a hand in these events, To whose high will we bound our calm contents. To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, Whose state and honour I for aye allow.
48852DUCHESS OF YORKHere comes my son Aumerle.
48952DUKE OF YORKAumerle that was; But that is lost for being Richard's friend, And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: I am in parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealty to the new-made king.
490(stage directions)52[Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE]
49152DUCHESS OF YORKWelcome, my son: who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new come spring?
49252DUKE OF AUMERLEMadam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: God knows I had as lief be none as one.
49352DUKE OF YORKWell, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs?
49452DUKE OF AUMERLEFor aught I know, my lord, they do.
49552DUKE OF YORKYou will be there, I know.
49652DUKE OF AUMERLEIf God prevent not, I purpose so.
49752DUKE OF YORKWhat seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom? Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing.
49852DUKE OF AUMERLEMy lord, 'tis nothing.
49952DUKE OF YORKNo matter, then, who see it; I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.
50052DUKE OF AUMERLEI do beseech your grace to pardon me: It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not have seen.
50152DUKE OF YORKWhich for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. I fear, I fear,--
50252DUCHESS OF YORKWhat should you fear? 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day.
50352DUKE OF YORKBound to himself! what doth he with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool. Boy, let me see the writing.
50452DUKE OF AUMERLEI do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.
50552DUKE OF YORKI will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. [He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it] Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!
50652DUCHESS OF YORKWhat is the matter, my lord?
50752DUKE OF YORKHo! who is within there? [Enter a Servant] Saddle my horse. God for his mercy, what treachery is here!
50852DUCHESS OF YORKWhy, what is it, my lord?
50952DUKE OF YORKGive me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth, I will appeach the villain.
51052DUCHESS OF YORKWhat is the matter?
51152DUKE OF YORKPeace, foolish woman.
51252DUCHESS OF YORKI will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle.
51352DUKE OF AUMERLEGood mother, be content; it is no more Than my poor life must answer.
51452DUCHESS OF YORKThy life answer!
51552DUKE OF YORKBring me my boots: I will unto the king.
516(stage directions)52[Re-enter Servant with boots]
51752DUCHESS OF YORKStrike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed. Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.
51852DUKE OF YORKGive me my boots, I say.
51952DUCHESS OF YORKWhy, York, what wilt thou do? Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? Have we more sons? or are we like to have? Is not my teeming date drunk up with time? And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age, And rob me of a happy mother's name? Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?
52052DUKE OF YORKThou fond mad woman, Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament, And interchangeably set down their hands, To kill the king at Oxford.
52152DUCHESS OF YORKHe shall be none; We'll keep him here: then what is that to him?
52252DUKE OF YORKAway, fond woman! were he twenty times my son, I would appeach him.
52352DUCHESS OF YORKHadst thou groan'd for him As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect That I have been disloyal to thy bed, And that he is a bastard, not thy son: Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: He is as like thee as a man may be, Not like to me, or any of my kin, And yet I love him.
52452DUKE OF YORKMake way, unruly woman!
525(stage directions)52[Exit]
52652DUCHESS OF YORKAfter, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse; Spur post, and get before him to the king, And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee. I'll not be long behind; though I be old, I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: And never will I rise up from the ground Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone!
527(stage directions)52[Exeunt]
528(stage directions)53[Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, HENRY PERCY, and other Lords]
52953KING HENRY IVCan no man tell me of my unthrifty son? 'Tis full three months since I did see him last; If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. I would to God, my lords, he might be found: Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there, For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, With unrestrained loose companions, Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, And beat our watch, and rob our passengers; Which he, young wanton and effeminate boy, Takes on the point of honour to support So dissolute a crew.
53053HOTSPURMy lord, some two days since I saw the prince, And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford.
53153KING HENRY IVAnd what said the gallant?
53253HOTSPURHis answer was, he would unto the stews, And from the common'st creature pluck a glove, And wear it as a favour; and with that He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.
53353KING HENRY IVAs dissolute as desperate; yet through both I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years May happily bring forth. But who comes here?
534(stage directions)53[Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE]
53553DUKE OF AUMERLEWhere is the king?
53653KING HENRY IVWhat means our cousin, that he stares and looks So wildly?
53753DUKE OF AUMERLEGod save your grace! I do beseech your majesty, To have some conference with your grace alone.
53853KING HENRY IVWithdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone. [Exeunt HENRY PERCY and Lords] What is the matter with our cousin now?
53953DUKE OF AUMERLEFor ever may my knees grow to the earth, My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.
54053KING HENRY IVIntended or committed was this fault? If on the first, how heinous e'er it be, To win thy after-love I pardon thee.
54153DUKE OF AUMERLEThen give me leave that I may turn the key, That no man enter till my tale be done.
54253KING HENRY IVHave thy desire.
54353DUKE OF YORK[Within] My liege, beware; look to thyself; Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.
54453KING HENRY IVVillain, I'll make thee safe.
545(stage directions)53[Drawing]
54653DUKE OF AUMERLEStay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause to fear.
54753DUKE OF YORK[Within] Open the door, secure, foolhardy king: Shall I for love speak treason to thy face? Open the door, or I will break it open.
548(stage directions)53[Enter DUKE OF YORK]
54953KING HENRY IVWhat is the matter, uncle? speak; Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, That we may arm us to encounter it.
55053DUKE OF YORKPeruse this writing here, and thou shalt know The treason that my haste forbids me show.
55153DUKE OF AUMERLERemember, as thou read'st, thy promise pass'd: I do repent me; read not my name there My heart is not confederate with my hand.
55253DUKE OF YORKIt was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down. I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king; Fear, and not love, begets his penitence: Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.
55353KING HENRY IVO heinous, strong and bold conspiracy! O loyal father of a treacherous son! Thou sheer, immaculate and silver fountain, From when this stream through muddy passages Hath held his current and defiled himself! Thy overflow of good converts to bad, And thy abundant goodness shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing son.
55453DUKE OF YORKSo shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; And he shall spend mine honour with his shame, As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold. Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies: Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, The traitor lives, the true man's put to death.
55553DUCHESS OF YORK[Within] What ho, my liege! for God's sake, let me in.
55653KING HENRY IVWhat shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry?
55753DUCHESS OF YORKA woman, and thy aunt, great king; 'tis I. Speak with me, pity me, open the door. A beggar begs that never begg'd before.
55853KING HENRY IVOur scene is alter'd from a serious thing, And now changed to 'The Beggar and the King.' My dangerous cousin, let your mother in: I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.
55953DUKE OF YORKIf thou do pardon, whosoever pray, More sins for this forgiveness prosper may. This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rest sound; This let alone will all the rest confound.
560(stage directions)53[Enter DUCHESS OF YORK]
56153DUCHESS OF YORKO king, believe not this hard-hearted man! Love loving not itself none other can.
56253DUKE OF YORKThou frantic woman, what dost thou make here? Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?
56353DUCHESS OF YORKSweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege.
564(stage directions)53[Kneels]
56553KING HENRY IVRise up, good aunt.
56653DUCHESS OF YORKNot yet, I thee beseech: For ever will I walk upon my knees, And never see day that the happy sees, Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy, By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.
56753DUKE OF AUMERLEUnto my mother's prayers I bend my knee.
56853DUKE OF YORKAgainst them both my true joints bended be. Ill mayst thou thrive, if thou grant any grace!
56953DUCHESS OF YORKPleads he in earnest? look upon his face; His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest; His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast: He prays but faintly and would be denied; We pray with heart and soul and all beside: His weary joints would gladly rise, I know; Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow: His prayers are full of false hypocrisy; Ours of true zeal and deep integrity. Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have That mercy which true prayer ought to have.
57053KING HENRY IVGood aunt, stand up.
57153DUCHESS OF YORKNay, do not say, 'stand up;' Say, 'pardon' first, and afterwards 'stand up.' And if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, 'Pardon' should be the first word of thy speech. I never long'd to hear a word till now; Say 'pardon,' king; let pity teach thee how: The word is short, but not so short as sweet; No word like 'pardon' for kings' mouths so meet.
57253DUKE OF YORKSpeak it in French, king; say, 'pardonne moi.'
57353DUCHESS OF YORKDost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, That set'st the word itself against the word! Speak 'pardon' as 'tis current in our land; The chopping French we do not understand. Thine eye begins to speak; set thy tongue there; Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear; That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce, Pity may move thee 'pardon' to rehearse.
57453KING HENRY IVGood aunt, stand up.
57553DUCHESS OF YORKI do not sue to stand; Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.
57653KING HENRY IVI pardon him, as God shall pardon me.
57753DUCHESS OF YORKO happy vantage of a kneeling knee! Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again; Twice saying 'pardon' doth not pardon twain, But makes one pardon strong.
57853KING HENRY IVWith all my heart I pardon him.
57953DUCHESS OF YORKA god on earth thou art.
58053KING HENRY IVBut for our trusty brother-in-law and the abbot, With all the rest of that consorted crew, Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels. Good uncle, help to order several powers To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are: They shall not live within this world, I swear, But I will have them, if I once know where. Uncle, farewell: and, cousin too, adieu: Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true.
58153DUCHESS OF YORKCome, my old son: I pray God make thee new.
582(stage directions)53[Exeunt]
583(stage directions)54[Enter EXTON and Servant]
58454EXTONDidst thou not mark the king, what words he spake, 'Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?' Was it not so?
58554SERVANTThese were his very words.
58654EXTON'Have I no friend?' quoth he: he spake it twice, And urged it twice together, did he not?
58754SERVANTHe did.
58854EXTONAnd speaking it, he wistly look'd on me, And who should say, 'I would thou wert the man' That would divorce this terror from my heart;' Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go: I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe.
589(stage directions)54[Exeunt]
590(stage directions)55[Enter KING RICHARD]
59155KING RICHARD III have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father; and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented. The better sort, As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd With scruples and do set the word itself Against the word: As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again, 'It is as hard to come as for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.' Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails May tear a passage through the flinty ribs Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls, And, for they cannot, die in their own pride. Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame, That many have and others must sit there; And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Bearing their own misfortunes on the back Of such as have before endured the like. Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing. Music do I hear? [Music] Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock. This music mads me; let it sound no more; For though it have holp madmen to their wits, In me it seems it will make wise men mad. Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
592(stage directions)55[Enter a Groom of the Stable]
59355GROOMHail, royal prince!
59455KING RICHARD IIThanks, noble peer; The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. What art thou? and how comest thou hither, Where no man never comes but that sad dog That brings me food to make misfortune live?
59555GROOMI was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, With much ado at length have gotten leave To look upon my sometimes royal master's face. O, how it yearn'd my heart when I beheld In London streets, that coronation-day, When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary, That horse that thou so often hast bestrid, That horse that I so carefully have dress'd!
59655KING RICHARD IIRode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him?
59755GROOMSo proudly as if he disdain'd the ground.
59855KING RICHARD IISo proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Would he not stumble? would he not fall down, Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck Of that proud man that did usurp his back? Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, Since thou, created to be awed by man, Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse; And yet I bear a burthen like an ass, Spurr'd, gall'd and tired by jouncing Bolingbroke.
599(stage directions)55[Enter Keeper, with a dish]
60055KEEPERFellow, give place; here is no longer stay.
60155KING RICHARD IIIf thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.
60255GROOMWhat my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
603(stage directions)55[Exit]
60455KEEPERMy lord, will't please you to fall to?
60555KING RICHARD IITaste of it first, as thou art wont to do.
60655KEEPERMy lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton, who lately came from the king, commands the contrary.
60755KING RICHARD IIThe devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
608(stage directions)55[Beats the keeper]
60955KEEPERHelp, help, help!
610(stage directions)55[Enter EXTON and Servants, armed]
61155KING RICHARD IIHow now! what means death in this rude assault? Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument. [Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him] Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down] That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land. Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.
612(stage directions)55[Dies]
61355EXTONAs full of valour as of royal blood: Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead king to the living king I'll bear Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.
614(stage directions)55[Exeunt] [Flourish. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK,] with other Lords, and Attendants]
61556KING HENRY IVKind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consumed with fire Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire; But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not. [Enter NORTHUMBERLAND] Welcome, my lord. what is the news?
61656NORTHUMBERLANDFirst, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent: The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here.
61756KING HENRY IVWe thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
618(stage directions)56[Enter LORD FITZWATER]
61956LORD FITZWATERMy lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, Two of the dangerous consorted traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
62056KING HENRY IVThy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
621(stage directions)56[Enter HENRY PERCY, and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE]
62256HOTSPURThe grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster, With clog of conscience and sour melancholy Hath yielded up his body to the grave; But here is Carlisle living, to abide Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
62356KING HENRY IVCarlisle, this is your doom: Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife: For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.
624(stage directions)56[Enter EXTON, with persons bearing a coffin]
62556EXTONGreat king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.
62656KING HENRY IVExton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought A deed of slander with thy fatal hand Upon my head and all this famous land.
62756EXTONFrom your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
62856KING HENRY IVThey love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word nor princely favour: With Cain go wander through shades of night, And never show thy head by day nor light. Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, And put on sullen black incontinent: I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand: March sadly after; grace my mournings here; In weeping after this untimely bier.
629(stage directions)56[Exeunt]

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