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so ill :
Shall falter under foul rebellious arms. I Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him. Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart pre: made you king,
The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Sa“, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care ;
Revolt our subjects ? that we cannot mend ,
The worst is-death, and death will have his day. K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin ! know'st thou Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so not,
White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless
Yea, distaff women manage rusty bills
Against thy seat: both young and old rebel,
And all goes worse than I have power to tell.
Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot ?
A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it.
Scroop. Peace have they made with him, in-
deed, my lord.
Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
my heart ! One day too late, I fear, my noble lord,
Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth :
Would they make peace? terriole hell make war
Upon their spotted souls for this offence !
Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers'd, and fled.
you curse, Aum. Comfort, my liege: why looks your grace Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, Bo pale ?
And lie full low, gray'd in the hollow ground. K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thou-Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wiltsand men
shire dead? Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;
Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their
Aum. Where is the duke, my father, with his
power? For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no Aum. Comfort, my liege ; remember who you
man speak: K. Rich. I had forgot myself: Am I not king ? Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
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; Comes here?
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. Enter Scroop.
For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, Scroop. More health and happiness beride my And tell sad stories of the death of kings :licge,
How some have been depos'd, some slain in wart
Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos’d; | North. The news it very fair and good, my Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping
Richard, not far from bence, hath hid his head. All murder'd :-For within the hollow crown, York. It would beseem the lord Northumber That rounds the mortal temples of a king,
land, Keeps death his court: and there the antick sits, To say-King Richard :-Alack the heavy day, Scotting his state, and grinning at his pomp; When such a sacred king should hide his head! Allowing him a breath, a little scene
North. Your grace mistakes me; only to be To monarchize, be feard and kill with looks;
brief, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, Left I his title out As if this flesh, which walls about our life, York.
The time hath been, Were brass inpregnable; and humour'd thus, Would yon have been so brief with him, he would Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Have been so brief with you, to shorten you Bores through his castle wall, and--farewell, For taking so the head, your whole head's length. king!
Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood should. With solemn reverence; throw away respect, York. Take not, good cousin, further than you Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,
should, For you have but mistook me all this while: Lest you mis-take: The heavens are o'er your I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, head. Need friends:--Subjected thus,
Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not How can you say to me-I am a king?
Myself against their will.-But who comes here? Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present
Enter Percy. woes,
Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? But presently prevent the ways to wail.
Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Against thy entrance. Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, Boling. Royally! And so your follies fight against yourself.
Why, it contains no king? Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight: Percy.
Yes, my good lord, And fight and die, is death destroying death;
It doth contain a king: King Richard lies Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath. Within the limits of yon lime and stone: Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him; And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salis And learn to make a body of a limb.
bury, K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well :-Proud Bo-Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman lingbroke, I come
Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn. To change blows with thee for our day of doom.
North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. . This ague-fit of fear is over-blown;
Boling. Noble lord,
[To North An easy task it is, to win our own.
Go to the rade ribs of that ancient castle ; Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle power?
Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: Speak sweetly, man, although looks be sour. Harry Bolingbroke Scroop: Men judge by the complexion of the On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's sky
hand; The state and inclination of the day:
And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, So may you by my dull and heavy eye, To his most royal person : hither come
My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. Even at his feet to lay my arms and power; I play the torturer, by small and small,
Provided that, my banishment repeal'd, To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:And lands restor'd again, be freely granted : Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke; If not, I'll rise the advantage of my power, And all your northern castles yielded up, And lay the summer's dust with showers of And all your southern gentlemen in arms
blood, Upon his party.
Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd EnglishK. Rich. Thou hast said enough.
men: Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth The which, how far off from the mind of Boling.
[ To Aumerle.
broke Of that sweet way I was in to despair!
It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench What say you now? What comfort have we The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land, now?
My stooping duty tenderly shall show. By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,
Gó, signify as much; while here we march That bids me be of comfort any more.
Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.Go, to Flint castle; there I'll pine away;
(Northumberland advances to the Castle, A king, wo's slave, shall kingly wo obey.
with a Trumpet. That power I have, discharge; and let them go Let's march without the noise of threat'ning To ear the land that hath eomc hope to grow,
drum, For I have none :-Let no man speak again That from the castle's totter'd battlements To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
Our fair appointments may be well perus'd. Aum. My liege, one word.
Methinks, King Richard and myself should meet K. Rich
He does me double wrong, With no less terror than the elements That wonnds me with the flatteries of his tongue. Or fire and water, when their thund'ring shock Discharge my followers, let them bence :- At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. Away,
Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: From Richard's night, to Bolingbroke's fair day. The rage be his, while on the earth I rain
[Ereunt. My waters; on the earth, and not on him. SCENE III. Wales. A Plain before Flint Castle. March on, and mark King Richard how he
looks. Enter, with Drum and Colours, Bolingþroke and A Parley sounded, and answered by another Forces; York, Northumberland, and others.
Trumpet within Flourish. Enter on the Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn,
walls King Richard, the Bishop of Carlisle, The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury
Aumerle, Scroop, and Salisbury. Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, York. See, see, King Richard doth himself apa With some few private friends, upon this coast. pear,
As doth the blushing discontented sun
On yon proud man, should take it off again From out the fiery portal of the east;
With words of sooth ! O, that I were as great When he perceives the envious clouds are bent As is my grief, or lesser than my name! To dim his glory, and to stain the track Or that I could forget what I have been! of his bright passage to the occident.
Or not remember what I must be now ! Yet looks
he like a king; behold, his eye, Swell'st thon, proud heart? I ll give thee scope As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
to beat, Controlling majesty, Alack, alack, for wo, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. That any harm should stain so fair a show! Aum. Northumberland comes back from BoK. Rich. We are amaz'd; and thus long have lingbroke. we stood
K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
he submit? [To Northumberland. The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd ? Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: The king shall be contented: Must he lose And if we be, how dare thy joints forget The name of king ? o'God's name, let it go : To pay their awful duty to our presence ? I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads; If we be not, show us the hand of God
My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage; That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown; For well we know, no hand of blood and bone My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood: Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, My sceptre, for a palmer's walking staff; Unless he do profane, steal, or usuip.
My subjects, for a pair of carved saints; And though you think, that all, as you have And my large kingdom for a little grave, done,
A little little grave, an obscure grave: Have torn their souls, by turning them from us, Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, And we are barren, and bereft of friends; Some way of common trade, where subjects' Yet know,-my master, God omnipotent,
feet Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behalf, May hourly trample on their sovereign's head: Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; Your children yet unborn and unbegot, And, buried once, why not upon my head That lift your vassal hands against my head, Aumerle, thou weep'st; My tender-hearted couAnd threat the glory of my precious crown: Tell Bolingbroke, (for 'yond, methinks, he is,) We'll make foul weather with despised tears; That every stride he makes upon my land, Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer Is dangerous treason; He is come to ope The purple testament of bleeding war;
And make a dearth in this revolting land. But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons And make some pretty match with shedding Shall ill become the flower of England's face; tears? Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace As thus :- To drop them still upon one place, To scarlet indignation, and bedew
Till they have freited us a pair of graves Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. Within the earth ; and, therein laid, -There lies North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the Two kinsmen, digg'd their graves with weeping king
eyes! Should so with civil and uncivil arms
Would not this ill do well 7-Well, well, I see Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, I talk but idly, and you mock at me.Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland, And by the honourable tomb he swears, What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty That siands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? And by the royalties of both your bloods, You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says--ay. Currents that spring from one most gracious North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend head;
To speak with you; may't please you to come And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt;
down? And by the worth and honour of himself, K. Rich. Down, down, I come ; like glistering Comprising all that may be sworn or said,
(North. retires to Boling. Enfranchisement immediate on his knees: In the base court ? Base court, where kings grow Which on thy royal party granted once,
base, His glittering arins he will commend to rust, 'To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. His barted steeds to stables, and his heart In the base court ? Come down ? Down, court! To faithful service of your majesty.
down, king! This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; For night-owls shriek, where monnting larks And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.
should sing. [Exeunt, from above. K. Rich. Northumberland, say,-thus the king Boling. What says his majesty ? returns ;
Sorrow and grief of heart His noble cousin is right welcome hither; Makes him speak fondly, like a frantick man: And all the number of his fair demands
Yet he is come. Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction : With all the gracious utterance thou hast, Enter King Richard, and his Attendants, below. Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. Boling. Stand all apart, We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, And show fair duty to his majesty. (To Aumerle. My gracious lord,
[Kneeling: To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
knee, Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Aum. No, good my lord ; let's fight with gentle Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, words,
Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy. Til time lend friends, and friends their helpful Up, cousin, up; your heart is np, I know, swords.
Thus high at least, [touching his own head,} K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this tongue although your knee be low. of mine,
Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for ning That laid the sentence of dread banishment
K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, Gard.
Hold thy peace: and all.
He that hath suffered this disorder'd spring, Boliny. So far be mine, my most redoubted Hath now himselt met with the fall of leaf : lord,
The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves dis As my true service shall deserve your love.
Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke;
They are ; and Bolingbroke Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Hath seiz'd the wasteful king:-Oh! what pity Though you are old enough to be my heir
is it, What you will have, I'll give, and willing 100; That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, For do we must, what force will have us do. As we this garden! We at time of year Set on towards London :-Cousin, is it so ? Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit trees; Boling: Yea, my good lord.
Lest, being over proud with sap and blood, K. Rich.
Then I must not say, no. With too much riches it confound itself:
[ Flourish. Exeunt. Had he done so to great and growing men, SCENE IV.
They might have liv'd to bear, api he to taste
Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches
Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,
Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this down. garden,
1 Sero. What think you then, the king shall be To drive away the heavy thonght of care ?
depos'd ? 1 Lady. Madain, we'll play at bowls.
Gard. Depress'd he is already; and deposid, Queen.
Twill make me think, 'T'is doubt, he will be: Letters came last night The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, Runs 'gainst the bias.
That tell black tidings. 1 Lady. Madam, we will dance.
O, I am press'd to death, Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, Through want of speaking !-Thou, old Adam's When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief; likeness, (Coming from her concealment. Therefore no dancing, girl ; some other sport. Set to dress this garden, how dares 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.
Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing Queen.
Of sorrow, or of joy ? news? 1 Lady. Of either, madam.
What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee
Of neither, girl: To make a second fall of cursed man?
Divine his 'downfall? Say, where, when, and It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
how, For what I have, I need not to repeat:
Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thou And whut I want, it boots not to complain.
wretch. 1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.
Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I,
Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd: 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you In your lord's scale is nothing but hinself, good.
And some few vanities that make him light; Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, me good,
Besides himself, are all the English peers, And never borrow any tear of thee.
And with that odds be weighs King Richard But stay, here come the gardeners :
down. Let's step into the shadow of these trees. -- Post you to London, and you'll find it so ; Enter a Gardener, and two Servants.
I speak no more than every one doth know.
Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
foot, They'll talk of state; for every one doth so Doth not thy embassage belong to me, Against a change: Wo is forerun with wo. And am l last that knows it? O, thou think'st
[Queen and Ladies retire. To serve me last, that I may longest keep Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apri- Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go, cocks,
To meet at London London's king in wo. Which like unruly children, make their sire What, was I born to this ? that my sad look Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke ? Give some supportance to the bending twigs. Gardener, for telling me this news of wo, Go thou, and, like an executioner,
I would,' the plants thou graft'st, may never Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays,
Ereunt Queen and Ladies. That look too lofty in our commonwealth: Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be All must be even in our government.
no worse, You thus employ'd, I will go root away
I would my skill were subject to thy curae.The noisome weeds, that without profit suck Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: 1 Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, pale,
In the remembrance of a weeping queen. Keep law, and form, and due proportion,
SCENE I. London. Westminster Hall.
Throne; the Lords temporal on the left; the
Commons belor. Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Fitz. "Tis very true: you were in presence
Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.
That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,
In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.
In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, ted,
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 thy men
Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a
gage, Than Bolingbroke's return to England
That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this,
If he may be repeal'd to try his honour.
your cousin's death.
Boling. These differences shall all rest under
Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be,
And, though mine enemy, restor'd again
To all his land and signories; when he's return'd,
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.-
Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
For Jesu Christ ; in glorious Christian field
Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens:
And, toild with works of war, retir'd himself
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead ?
Car. As sure as I live, my lord.
Your differences shall all rest under gage,
Till we assign you to your days of trial.
Enter York, attended.
From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing Fuz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this
Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
Ascend his throne, descending now from him, Percy. Aumerle, thou liest ; his honour is as And long live Henry, of that name the fourth'! true,
Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal
Of noble Richard ; then true nobless would
What subject can give sentence on his king? And spur thee on with full as many lies And who sils here, that is not Richard's subject ? As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear, From sun to sun : there is my honour's pawn; Although apparent guilt be seen in them. Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.
And shall the figure of God's majesty,
Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath,
Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed The very time Aumerle and you did talk. I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,