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King RICHARD THE SECOND.

LORD Ross. LORD WILLOUGABI. EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of York; Uncles to Lord FITZWATER. John of Gaurt, Duke of Lancaster; } the King. BISHOP OF CARLISLE. ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER Harry,surnamed Bolingbroke, Duke of Hereford, Lord Marshal; and another Lord.

Son to John of Gaunt; afterwards K. Henry IV. Sir PIERCE OF Exton. Sin STEPHEN SCROUP. DUKE or AUMERLE, Son to the Duke of York. Captain of a Band of Welshmen. MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk. DUKE OF SURREY.

QUEEN to King Richard. EARL OF SALISBURY. EARL BERKELEY, DUCHESS OF GLOSTER. Bushy,

DUCHESS OF YORK,
Bagot, Creatures to King Richard.

Lady, attending on the Queen.
GREEN,
EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.

Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gardeners, Henry PERCY, his Son.

Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants. SCENE, dispersedly in England and Wales.

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ACT I.

SCENE I-London. A Room in the Palace. High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,

In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Enter King RICHARD, attended: John of Gaunt, and other Nobles, with him.

Re-enter Attendants, with BOLING BROKE and K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honor'a Lan

NORFOLK. caster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Boling. May many years of happy days befall Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son; My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Add an immortal title to your crown! Gaunt. I have, my liege.

K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but flatK. Rich. Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded

ters us, him,

As well appeareth by the cause you come; If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; Namely, to appeal each other of high treason. Or worthily as a good subject should,

Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object On some known ground of treachery in him? Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that argu- Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my ment,

speech!) On some apparent danger seen in him,

In the devotion of a subject's love,
Aim'd at your highness; no inveterate malice. Tendering the precious safety of my prince,
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face And free from other misbegotten hate,
to face,

Come I appellant to this princely presence.And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, The accuser, and the accused, freely speak: And mark my greeting well; for what I speak,

(Exeunt some Attendants. My body shall make good upon this earth, 1 Bond.

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Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. Sluiced out his innocent soul throngh streams of Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant;

blood: 'Too good to be so, and too bad to live:

Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,

Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, The uglier seem the clouds that in it

To me, for justice, and rough chastisement; Once more, the more to aggravate the note, And, by the glorious worth of my descent, With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move, K. Rich. How high a piteh his resolution soars! What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword may Thomas

of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? prove.

Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Tis not the trial of a woman's war,

Till I have told this slander of his blood, The bitter clamor of two eager tongues,

How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain :

K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this,

ears: Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say: (As he is but my father's brother's son) First

, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow, From giving reins and spurs to my free speech: Such neighbor nearness to our sacred blood Which else would post, until it had return'd Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize These terms of treason doubled down his throat. The unstnoping firmness of my upright soul, *1 Setting aside his high blood's royalty,

"He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou ; And let him be no kinsman to my liege, Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow. I do defy him, and I spit at him;

Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Call him—a slanderous coward, and a villain : Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest! Which to maintain, I would allow him odds, Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot

Disburs'd I duly to his highness' soldiers : Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,

The other part réserv'd I by consent; Or any other ground inhabitable,

For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, Wherever Englishman durst set his foot. Upon remainder of a dear account, Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,- Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie. Now swallow down that lie.For Gloster's Roling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw death,-my gage,

I slew him not; but to my own disgrace, Disclaiming here the kindred of a king,

Neglected my sworn duty in that case.-.
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,–

For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except. The honorable father to my foe.
If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Once did I lay in ambush for your life,
As to take up mine honor's pawn, then stoop; A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul,
By that, and all the rights of knighthood else, But, ere I last receivd the sacrament,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, I did confess it; anıl exactly begg'd
What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Your grace's pardon. ano. I nope, I had it.

Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, This is my fault: As for the rest appeald,
Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder, It issues from the ancor of a villain,
I'll answer thee in any fair degree,

A recreant and most degenerate traitor:
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:

Which in myself I boldly will defend; And, when I mount, alive may I not light, And interchangeably hurl down my gage If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!

Upon this overweening traitor's foot, K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay.to Mowbray's To prove myself a loyal gentleman charge?

Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom: It must be great, that can inherit us

In haste whereof, most heartily I pray So much as of a thought of ill in him.

Your highness to assign our trial day, Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruld by : it true;

me; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, Let's purge this choler without letting blood : In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers; This we prescribe, though no physician; The which he hath detain'd for vile employments, Deep malice makes too deep incision : Like a false traitor, and injurious villain.

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed; Besides I say, and will in battle prove,-

Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed. Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge Good uncle, let this end where it begun; That ever was survey'd by English eye,- We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. That all the treasons, for these eighteen years Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my age: Complotted and contrived in this land,

Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gage. Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. Further I say,—and further will maintain

Gaunt.

When, Harry? when ? Upon his bad life, to make all this good, - Obedience bids, I should not bid again. That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; there Suggest his soon-believing adversaries;

is no boot. And, consequently, like a traitor coward,

Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot . Uninhabitable.

No advantage in delay.

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My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe.
The one my duty owes; but my fair name, Ah,Gaunt! his blood was thine; that bed, that womb,
(Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee,
To dark dishonor's use thou shalt not have. Made him a man; and tho'thou liv'st, and breath'st,
I am disgraced, impeach'd, and baffled here; Yet art thou slain in him : thou dost consent
Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear; In some large measure to thy father's death,
The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
Which breath'd this poison.

Who was the model of thy father's life.
K. Rich.

Rage must be withstood; Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair: Give me his gage :-Lions make leopards tame. In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, Nor. Yea but not change their spots: take but Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life, my shame,

Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee : And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, That which in mean men we entitle-patience, The purest treasure mortal times afford, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. 18-spotless reputation; that away,

What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. The best way is—to 'venge my Gloster's death. A jewel in a ten-times-barr d-up chest

Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for heaven's subIs—a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

His deputy anointed in his sight, [stitute, Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Hath caus'd his death : the which, if wrongfully, Take honor from me, and my life is done: Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift Then, dear my liege, nine honor let me try; An angry arm against his minister. In that I live, and for that will I die.

Duch. Where then, alas! may I complain myself? K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage; do you Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion and begin.

defence. Boling. O, God.defend my soul from such foul sin! Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight? Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight: Before this out-dared Jastard ? Ere my tongue O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, Shall wound mine honor with such feeble wrong, That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear Or, if misfortune miss the first career, The slavish motive of recanting fear;

Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, That they may break his foaming courser's back, Where shame doth harbor, even in Mowbray's. And throw the rider headlong in the lists, face.

[Exit Gaunt. A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford ! K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to command: Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometime brother's wife, Which since we cannot do to make you friends, With her companion grief must end her life. Be ready as your lives shall answer it,

Gaunt. Sister, farewell: I must to Coventry : At Coventry, upon saint Lambert's day;

As much good stay with thee, as go with me! There shall your swords and lances arbitrate Duch. Yet one word more ;-Grief boundeth The swelling difference of your settled hate;

where it falls, Since we cannot atone' you, we shall see

Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: Justice design the victor's chivalry

I take my leave before I have begun; Marshal, command our officers at arms

For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. Be ready to direct these home-alarms. [Exeunt. Commend me to my brother, Edmund York.

Lo, this is all :-Nay, yet depart not so: SCENE II.- The same. A Room in the Duke Though this be all, do not so quickly go; of Lancaster's Palace.

I shall remember more. Bid him-0, what ?Enter GAUNT and DUCHESS OF GLOSTER.

With all good speed at Plashyo visit me.

Alack, and what shall good old York there see, Gaunt: Alas! the part I had in Gloster's blood Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims,

But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,

Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? To stir against the butchers of his life.

And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans? But since correction lieth in those hands,

Therefore commend me; let him not come there, Which made the fault that we cannot correct,

To seek out sorrow that dwells every where: Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;

Desolate, desolate, will I hence, and die; Who, when he sees the hours ripe on earth,

The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads. Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?

[Exeunt Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ?

SCENE III.-Gosford Green, near Coventry. Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, Lists set out, and a Throne. Heralds, &c., attending Were as seven phials of his sacred blood,

Enter the Lord Marshal and AUMERLE. Or seven fair branches springing from one root: Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,

arm'd ? Some of those branches by the destinies cut: Aum. Yea, at all points: and longs to enter in. But, Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster,- Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, One phial full of Edward's sacred blood,

Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. One flourishing branch of his most royal root,- Aum. Why, then the champions are prepared and Is crack’d, and all the precious liquor spilt ;

stay s hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, For nothing but his majesty's approach.

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Fivurish of Trumpets. Enter King Richard, For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear;

who takes his seat on his throne; Gaunt, and As confident, as is the falcon's flight several Noblemen, who take their places. A Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. trumpet is sounded, and answered by another My loving lord, [To Lord Marshal,] I take my trumpet within. Then enter NORFOLK, in - leave of you, mor, preceded by a Herald.

Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle;K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion Not sick, although I have to do with death; The cause of his arrival here in arms:

But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath Ask him his name; and orderly proceed

Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet To swear him in the justice of his cause.

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say who thou, the earthly author of my blood thou art,

[To GAUNT And why thon com'st, thus knightly clad in arms: Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Against what man thou com’st, and what thy quar- Doth with a two-fold vigor lift me up rel:

To reach at victory above my head, Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath; Add proof unto mine armor with thy prayers; And so defend the heaven, and thy valor!

And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat

, Norfolk;

And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt, Who hither come engaged by my oath,

Even in the lusty 'havior of his son. (Which, heaven defend, a knight should violate!)

Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee Both to defend my loyalty and truth,

prosperous ! To God, my king, and my succeeding issue,

Be swift like lightning in the execution: Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me: And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, And, by the grace of God, and this mine arm,

Fall like amazing thunder on the casque To prove him, in defending of myself,

Of thy advérse, pernicious enemy: A traitor to my God, my king, and me:

Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live." And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

Boling. Mine innocency, and saint George to [He takes his seat.

thrive!

[He takes his seat.

Nor. [Rising.] However heaven, or fortune, cast Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLING BROKE, in ar

my lot, mor, preceded by a Herald.

There lives or dies, true to king Richard's thione, K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, A loyal, just, and upright gentleman: Both who he is, and why he cometh hither Never did captive with a freer heart Thus plated in habiliments of war;

Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace And formally according to our law

His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement, Depose him in the justice of his cause.

More than my dancing soul doth celebrate Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com’st This feast of battle with mine adversary. thou hither,

Most mighty liege,--and my companion peers, Before king Richard, in his royal lists?

Take from my mouth the wish of happy years: Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel? As gentle and as jocund, as to jest, Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven! Go I to fight; Truth hath a quiet breast.

Boling: Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Am who ready here do stand in arms,

Virtue with valor couched in thine eye.To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valor, Order the trial, marshal, and begin. In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, [The King and the Lords return to their seats. That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous,

Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me: Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

Boling. [Rising.) Strong as a tower in hope, I Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold,

cry-amen. Or daring-hardy, as to touch the lists;

Mar. Go bear this lance, [To an Officer.] to Except the marshal, and such officers

Thomas duke of Nortolk. Appointed to direct these fair designs.

1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Boling. Lord Marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself, hand,

On pain to be found false and recreant, And bow my knee before his majesty:

To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men A traitor to his God, his king, and him, That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;

And dares him to set forward to the fight. Then let us take a ceremonious leave,

2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke And loving farewell of our several friends.

of Norfolk,
Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your high- On pain to be found false and recreant,
ness,

Both to defend himself, and to approve
And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave. Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal ;

Courageously, and with a free desire,
Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, Attending but the signal to begin.
So be thy fortune in this royal fight!

Mar. Sound trumpets; and set forward, com Farewell, iny blood; which if to-day thou shed,

[A charge sounded Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down. Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear

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K. Rich. Let

them lay by their helmets and their Embrace each other's love in banishment; spears,

Nor never look upon each other's face; And both return back to their chairs again :- Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile Withdraw with us:-and let the trumpets sound, This lowering tempest of your home-bred hate; While we return these dukes what we decree. Nor never by advised purpose meet,

[A long flourish. To plot, contrive, or complot any ill, Draw near, shu

[To the combatants. 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land. And list, what with our council we have done. Boling. I swear. For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd Nor. And I, to keep all this. With that dear blood which it hath fostered; Boling. Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy ;And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect

By this time, had the king permitted us, Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbors' swords; One of our souls had wander'd in the air, [And for we think the eagle-winged pride Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh, Or sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts

As now our flesh is banish'd from this land: With rival-hating envy, set you on

Confess thy treasons, ere thou fly the realm: To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Since thou hast far to go, bear not along Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;] The clogging burden of a guilty soul. Which so rous'd up, with boisterous untuned drums, Nor. No, Bolingbroke; if ever I were traitor, With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, My name be blotted from the book of life, And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,

And I from heaven banish'd as from hence! Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace, But what thou art, heaven, thou, and I do know; And make us wade even in our kindred's blood; And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue.Therefore we banish you our territories : Farewell, my liege :-Now no way can I stray; You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, Save back to England, all the world's my way.[Exit. Til twice five summers have enrich'd our fields, K. Rich. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes Shall not regreet our fair dominions,

I see thy grieved heart; thy sad aspect But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Hath from the number of his banish'd years Boling. Your will be done: This must my com- Pluçk'd four away :-Six frozen winters spent, fort be,

Return [70 BOLING.] with welcome home from That sun that warms you here, shall shine on me;

banishment. And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Boling. How long a time lies in one little word! Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. Four lagging winters, and four wanton springs,

K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, End in a word; such is the breath of kings.
Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:

Gaunt. I thank my liege, that in regard of me, The fly-slow hours shall not determinate

He shortens four years of my son's exíle: The dateless limit of thy dear exile ;

But little vantage shall I reap thereby; The hopeless word of never to return, For, ere the six years that he hath to spend, Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. Can change their moons, and bring their times about,

Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, My oil-dried lamp, and time-bewasted light, And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth: Shall be extinct with age and endless night; A dearer merit, not so deep a maim

My inch of taper will be burnt and done, As to be cast forth in the common air,

And blindfold death not let me see my son. Have I deserved at your highness' hand.

K. Rich. Why, uncle, thou hast many years to live. The language I have learn'd these forty years, Gaunt. But not a minute, king, that thou canst My native English, now must I forego,

give: And now my tongue's use is to me no more, Shorten my days thou canst with sullens sorrow, Than an unstringed viol or a harp;

And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow: Or, like a cunning instrument cased up,

Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, Or, being open, put into his hands

But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Thy word is current with him for my death; Within my mouth you have engaold my tongue, But, dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath. Doubly portcullis'd, with my teeth, and lips; K. Rich. Thy son is banish'd upon good advice; And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance

Whereto thy tongue a party verdict gave;' Is made my gaoler to attend on me.

Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lower ? I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,

Gaunt. Things sweet to taste, prove in digesToo far in years to be a pupil now;

tion sour. What is thy sentence, then, but speechless death, You urged me as a judge; but I had rather, Which robs my tongue from breathing native You would have bid me argue like a father: breath?

O, had it been a stranger, not my child, K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate; To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: After our sentence, plaining comes too late. A partial slander sought I to avoid,

Nor. Then thus Iturn me from my country's light, And in the sentence my own life destroy'd. To dwell in solemn shades of endless night. Alas, I look’d, when some of you should say,

[Retiring. I was too strict to make mine own away; K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with thee. But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue, Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands; Against my will to do myself this wrong. Swear by the duty that you owe to heaven, K. Rich.Cousin, farewell:--and, uncle, bid him so, (Our part therein we banish with yourselves,) Six years we banish him, and he shall go. To keep the oath that we administer :

[Flourish. Exeunt K. Richard and Train You never shall, (so help you truth and heaven!) • Had a part or share. • Reproach of partialty.

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