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Stirr'd up by heaven, thus boldly for his king. They tend the crown, yet still with me they
K. Rich. Ay, no ;-no, ay ;-for 1 must no-
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny
With mine own tears I wash away my balm, Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd With mine own hands I give away my crown, The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls. With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, 0, if you rear this house against this house, With mine own breath release all duteous oaths? It will the wofullest division prove,
All pomp and majesty I do forswear; That ever fell upon this cursed earth :
My manors, rents, revenues, I forego: Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,
My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny: Lest child's child's children cry against you- God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! wo!
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! North. Well have you argu'd, sir ; and, for Make me, that nothing have, with nothing your pains,
griev'd; Of capital treason we arrest you here :
And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all achiev'd! My lord of Westminster, be it your charge Long mayst thon live in Richard's seat to sit, To keep him safely till his day of trial.
And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit! May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' God save King Henry, unking'd Richard says, suit.
And send him many years of sunshine days! Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common What more remains ? view
No more, but that yon read He may surrender; so we shall proceed
(Offering a Paper Without suspicion,
These accusations, and these grievous crimes, York.
I will be his conduct [Exit. Committed by your person, and your followers, Boling. Lords, you that are here under our Against the state and profit of this land; arrest,
That, by confessing them, the souls of men Procure your sureties for your days of answer :- May deem that you are worthily depos'd. Little are we beholden to your love,
K Rich. Must I do so ? and must travel out And little look'd for at your helping hands. My weav'd up follies ? Gentle Northumberland,
If ihy offences were upon record, Re-enter York, with King Richard, and officers Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop, bearing the crown, $c.
To read a lecture of them ? If thou would'st, K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, There should'st thou find one heinous article,Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Containing the deposing of a king, Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn’a And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, To insinuate, fatter, bow, and bend my knee:-Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaGive sorrow leave a while to tutor me To this submission. Yet I well remember Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, The favours of these men : Were they not mine? Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, Did they not sometime cry, all haill to me? Though some of you, with Pilate, wash you So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,
hands, Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thou- Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates sand, none.
Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, God save the king !-Will no man say, amen. And water cannot wash away your sin. Am I both priest and clerk ? well then, amen. North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these God save the king! although I be not he:
articles. And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me. K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cada To do what service am I sent for hither?
not see: York. To do that office, of thine own good will, And yet salt water blinds them not so much, Which tired majesty did make thee offer, But they can see a sort of traitors here. The resignation of thy state and crown
Nay, if I turn mine cyes upon myself, To Henry Bolingbroke.
I find myself a traitor with the rest : K. Rich. Give me the crown ;-Here, cousin, For I have given here my soul's consent, seize the crown;
To wdeck the pompous body of a king; On this side, my hand; and on that side, thine, Make glory base ; and sovereignty, a slave; Now is this golden crown like a deep well, Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant That owes two buckets filling one another; North. My lord, The emptier ever dancing in the air,
K. Rich. 'No lord of thine, thou haught, in The other down, unseen, and full of water;
sulting man, That bucket down, and full of tears, am I, Nor no man's lord ; I have no name, no titleDrinking my griefs, whilst you mount 'up on No, not that name was given me at the font,high.
But 'tis usurp'd :-Alack the heavy day, Boling. I thought, you had been willing to That I have worn so many winters ont, resign.
And know not now what name to call myself! K. Rich. My crown, I am ; but still my griefs O, that I were a mockery king of snow, are mine;
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, You may my glories and my state depose, To melt myself away in water drops ! But not my griefg; still am I king of those. Good king, -great king,-(and yet not grently Boling. Part of your cares you give me with good,) your crown.
An if my word be sterling, yet in England, K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my Let it command a mirror híther straight; cares down.
That it may show me what a face I have, My care is loss of cave, by old care done; Since it is bankrupt of his majesty. Your care is-gain of care, by new care won: Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a lookingThe cares I give, I have, though given away ;
(Erit an Attendant
North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass Your hearts of sorrow, and your eves of tears;
Come home with me to supper; I will lay
come to hell.
Enter Queen, and Ladies.
Queen. This way the king will come; this is
Is door'd a prisoner, by proud Bolingbroke.
Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
Enter King Richard, and Guards.
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,
Ah, thou the model where old Troy did stand;
Thou map of honour; thou King Richard's And was at last ont-fac'd hy Bolingbroke?
tomb, A brittle glory shineth in this face:
And not King Richard ; thou most beauteous As brille as the glory is the face ;
| Dashes the Glass against the ground. Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.
To make my end too sudden; learn, good soul,
To think our former state a happy dream;
Say that again.
From which awak'd, the truth of what we are The shadow of my sorrow ? Ha! let's see : Shows us but this; I'am sworn brother, sweet, "Tis very true, my grief lies all within ;
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,
down Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way
Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape
Depos'd thine intellect? hath he been in thy
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?
K. Kich. A king of beasts, indeed : if aucht
I had been still a happy king of men.
Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for Boling. Whither ?
France : K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak'st, your sights.
As from my death-bed, my last living leave. Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire Tower
With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales K. Rich. O, good! Convey ?-Conveyers are of woful ages, long ago betid :
And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, That rise thns nimbly by a true king's fall.
Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
And, in compassion, weer the fire out :
For the deposing of a rightful king.
Enter Northumberland, attended.
North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is
K. Rich Northumberland, thou ladder whero.
witha) Whatever I shall happen to devise
The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, I see your brows are full of discontent, The time shall not be many hours of age
More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course,
You would have thought the very window
So many greedy looks of young and old
Bare-headed lower than his proud steed's neck, North. My guilt be on my head, and there an Bespake them thus, -I thank you, countrymau : end.
And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along Take leave, and part; for you must part forth Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the with.
while ? K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd 7—Bad men, ye
York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well grac'd actor leaves the stage,
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: My wife to France; from whence, set forth in But dust was thrown upon his sacred head pomp,
Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, -
His face still combating with tears and smiles,
The hearts of men, they must perforce have
And barbarism itself have pitied him.
To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,
Aumerle that was ,
But that is lost, for being Richard's friend ; Queen. So longest way shall have the longest And, madam, you must call him Rutland now : moans.
I am in parliament pledge for his truth, K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the And lasting fealty to the new-made king. way being short,
Duch. Welcome, my son: Who are the violets And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
God knows, I had as lief be none as one.
of time, Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. good part,
What news from Oxford ? hold those justs and To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart.
(Kiss again. Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do. So now I have mine own again, begone,
York. You will be there, I know.'
[Ereunt. Aum. My lord, 'us nothing.
No matter then who sees it:
I will be satisfied, let me see the writing.
Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me;
It is a matter of small consequence,
I fear, I fear,Of our two cousins coming into London.
What should you fear ? York. Where did I leave?
'Tis nothing but some bond that he is enter'd Duch.
At that sad stop, my lord, into
York. Bound to himself? what doth he with a
Boy, let me see the writing.
Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,
not show it.
York. I will be satisfied ; let me see it, I say. And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford
Snatches it, and reads. Boling. And what said the gallant ? Treason I foul treason ! -villain! traitor! slave! Percy. His answer was,-he would unto the Duch. What is the matter, my lord ?
And wear it as a favour; and with that
Boling As dissolute, as desperate : yet, througle
I see some sparkles of a better hope,
What's the matter?
Enter Aumerle, hastily.
Where is the king?
What means Aum. Good mother, bc content; it is no more Our cousin, that he stares and looks so wildly? Than my poor life must answer.
Aum. God save your grace. I do beseech your Drach.
Thy life answer ? majesty,
To have some conference with your grace alone.
Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us
Aum. For ever may my knees grow to the
[Kneels. [ To the Servant. My tongue cleave to the roof within my mouth, York. Give me my boots, I say,
Unless a pardon, ere I rise, or speak.
Boling. Have thy desire. (Aum. locks the door. York. Thou fond mad woman,
York. Within.) My liege, beware; look to Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy ?
Auin. Stay thy revengeful hand;
He shall be none; 1 Thou hast no cause to fear.
hardy king : Fond woman I were he twenty times my son, Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face ? I would appeach him.
Open the door, or I will break it open.
[Bolingbroke opens the door. As I have done, thou’dst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect,
Enter York. That I have been disloyal to thy bed,
Boling. What is the matter, uncle? speak And that he is a bastard, not thy son:
Recover breath; tell ns how near is danger, Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind; That we may arm us to encounter it. He is as like thee as a man may be,
York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt Not like to me, or any of my kin,
know And yet I love him.
The treason that my haste forbids me show.
I do repent me; read not my name there,
down.I doubt not but to ride as fast as York:
I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king : And never will l rise up from the ground, Fear, and not love, begets his penitence: Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee : Away ; Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove Begone.
[Ereunt. A serpent that will sting thee to the heart. SCENE III.
Boling. O heinous, strong, and bold conspiWindsor. A Room in the Custle
racy Enter Bolingbroke, as King ; Percy, and other loyal father of a treacherous son! Lords.
Thou sheer, immaculate, and silver fountain,
From whence this stream through muddy pasBoling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son?
sages, "Tis full three months since I did see him last :
-Hath held his current and defil'd himself! If any plague hang over us, 'tis he.
Thy overflow of good converts to bad; I would to God, my lords, he might be found : And thy abundant goodness shall excuse Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there, This deadly blot in thy digressing son. For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, York. So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; With unrestrained loose companions ;
And he shall spend mine honour with his shame, Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, As thriftless sons their scraping father's gold. And beat our watch, and rob our passengers; Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy, Or my sham'd life in his dishonour lies: Takes on the point of honour, to support Thou killist me in his life; giving him breath, So dissolute a crew.
The traitor lives, the true man's put to death Percy: My lord, some two days since I saw. Duch. [Within.) What ho, my liege! for God's the prince ;
sake, let me in.
Boling: What shrill-voic'd suppliant makes But makes one pardon strong: this eager cry?
With all my heart
Duch. A god on earth thou art.
Destruction straight shall dog them at the
Good uncle, help to order several powers
But I will have them, if I once know where.
Uncle, farewell, -and, cousin, too, adieu :
Duch. Come, my old son ;-I pray God, make
[Exeunt. Duch. O king, believe not this hard-hearted
SCENE IV. man; Love, loving not itself, none other can.
Enter Exton, and a Servant. York. Thou frantick woman, what dost thou Exton. Didst thou not mark the king, what make here?
words he spake?. Shall thy old dags once more a traitor rear ? Have I no friend will rid me of this living Duch. Sweet York, be patient: Hear me, gen fear? tle liege.
(Kneels. Was it not so ? Boling. Rise up, good aunt.
Those were his very words. Duch
Not yet, I thee beseech : Exton. Have I no friend ? quoth be; he spake For ever will I kneel upon my knees,
it twice, And never see day that the happy sees, And urg'd it twice together; did he not? Till thou give joy ; until thou bid me joy, Serv. He did. By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy. Exton And, speaking it, he wistfully look'd Aum. Unto my mother's prayers, 1 bend my on me; knee.
[Kneels. As who should say, I would, thou wert the
Kneels. That would divorce this terror from my heart;
[Ereunt. His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in SCENE V. Pomfret. The Dungeon of the jest ;
Enter King Richard.
And here is not a creature but myself, His prayers are full of false hypocrisy ; I cannot do it;-Yet l'il hammer it out. Ours, of true zeal and deep integrity.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have My soul the father: and these two beget That mercy, which true prayers ought to have. A generation of still breeding thoughts, Boling. Good aunt, stand up.
And these same thoughts people this little world;
Nay, do not say--stand up; In humours, like the people of this world,
Against the word :
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot York. Speak it in French, king; say, Par- Unlikely wonders: how these vain weak nails donnez moy.
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs Duch. Dost thon teach pardon parilon to de- of this hard world, my ragged prison walls; stroy?
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves,
Of such as have before endured the like:
01 not sue to stand, then treason makes me wish myself a beggar, Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.
And so I am : Then crushing pemury.