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Your husband he is gone to save far off,
Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty, Whilst others come to make him lose at home : Farewell : if heart's presages be not rain, Here am I left to underprop his land;
We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. Who, weak with age, cannot support myself: Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back BoNow comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;
lingbroke. Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him. Green. Alas, poor duke ! the task he undertakes
Is--numb’ring sands, and drinking oceans dry; Enter a Servant.
Where one on his side fights, thousands will dg. Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came.
Bushy. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and * York. He was -Why, so!--go all which way it will !
Green. Well, we may meet again. The nobles they are fed, the commons cold,
I fear me, never. (Ereunt. And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. Sirrah,
SCENE III.- The Wilds in Glostershire. Enter Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster;
Bolingbroke and Northumberland, with Forces. Bid her send me presently a thousand pound: Hold, take my ring:
Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: , North. Believe me, noble lord, To-day, as I came by, I called there;
I am a stranger here in Glostershire. But I shall grieve you to report the rest.
These high wild hills, and rough uneren ways, York. What is it, knave?
Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome: Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
York. God for his mercy! what a tide of woes Making ihe hard way sweet and délectable. Comes rushing on this wosul land at once !
But, I bethink me, what a weary way I know not what to do:-I would to God, From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found (So my untruth' had not provok'd him to it,)
In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company; The king had cut off my head with my brother's.- Which, I protest, hath very much beguil'd What, are there posts despatch'd for Ireland ? The tediousness and process of my travel : How shall we do for money for these wars ?
But their: is sweeten'd with the hope to have Come, sister,-cousin, I would say: pray, pardon The present benefit which I possess :
And hope to joy, is little less in joy, Go, fellow (To the Servant.) get thee home, provide Than hope enjoyd: by this the weary lords some carts,
Shall make their way seem short; as mine bath done And bring away the armour that is there.
By_sight of what I have, your noble company. [Erit Servant.
Boling. Of much less value is my company, Gentlemen, will you go muster men ? if I know Than your good words. But who comes here? How, or which way, to order these affairs,
Enter Harry Percy.
North. It is my son, young Harry Percy,
Harry, how fares your uncle ? Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd; Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.
his health of you. Well, somewhat we must do.-Come, cousin, I'll North. Why, is he not with the queen? Dispose of you :-Go, muster up your men, Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the And meet me presently at Berkley-castle.
court, I should to Plashy too;
Broken his staff of office, and dispers’d
What was his reason ? (Exeunt York and Queen. He was not so resolv'd, when last we spake toBushy. The wind sits for news to go to gether. Ireland,
Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed But none returns. For us to levy power,
traitor. Proportionable to the enemy,
But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, Is all impossible.
To offer service to the duke of Hereford ; Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love, And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover Is near the hate of those love not the king. What power the duke of York had levied there; Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for Then with direction to repair to Ravenspurg. their love
North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them,
boy? By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot, 'Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally con- Which ne'er I did remember : to my knowledge, demn'd.
I never in my life did look on him. Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, North. Then learn to know him now; this is Because we ever have been near the king.
the duke. Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service, castle;
Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; The earl of Wiltshire is already there.
Which elder days shall ripen, and confirm Bushy. Thither will I with you: for little office To more approv'd service and desert. The hateful commons will perform for us ;
Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, Except like curs to tear us all to pieces. I count myself in nothing else so happy, Will you go along with us ?
As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends;
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, (1) Disloyalty,
It shall be still thy true love's recompense :
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus 0, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, seals it.
Now prisoner to the palsy, chástise thee, North. How far is it to Berkley? And what stir And minister correction to thy fault! Keeps good old York there, with his men of war? Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,
On what condition stands it, and wherein ? Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard : York. Even in condition of the worst degree, And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Sey- In gross rebellion, and detested treason : mour;
Thou art a banish'd man, and here art comé, None else of name, and noble estimate.
Before the expiration of thy time,
In braving arms against thy sovereign.
Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Here
But as I come, I come for Lancaster. Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. Boling. Welcome, my lords: I wot,' your love Look on my wrongs with an indifferentó eye:
And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace, pursues A banish'd traitor ; all my treasury
You are my father, for, methinks, in you
I see old Gaunt alive ; 0 then, my father!
Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away
A wand'ring vagabond; my rights and royalties lord. Willo. And far surmounts our labour to at- If that my cousin king be king of England,
To upstart unthrists ? Wherefore was I born ? tain it.
It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman; poor ;
Had you first died, and he been thus trod down, Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
To rouse his wrongs, and chase them to the bay. Enter Berkley.
I am denied to sue my livery' here, North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess.
And yet my letters-patent give me leave :
And these, and all, are all amiss employ'd.
And challenge law : Attornies are denied me; Before I make reply to aught you say.
And therefore personally I lay my claim Berk. Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my To my inheritance of free descent. meaning,
North. The noble duke hath been too much To raze one title of your honour out:
abus'd. To you, my lord, I come (what Jord you will,)
Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right. From the most glorious regent of this land,
Willo. Base men by his endowments are made The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on
great. To take advantage of the absent time,?
York. My lords of England, let me tell you this, And fright our native peace with self-born arms.
I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs,
And labour'd all I could to do him right :
But in this kind to come, in braving arms, Boling. I shall not need transport my words by Be his own carver, and cut out his way, you;
To find out right with wrong,-it may not be ; Here comes his grace in person.—My noble uncle! And you, that do abet him in this kind,
[Kneels. Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is knee,
But for his own: and, for the right of that, Whose duty is deceivable and false,
We all have strongly sworn to give him aid ; Boling. My gracious uncle !
And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath. York. Tut, tut!
York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms;
But, if I could, by him that gave me life,
I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;-
Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence ? But we must win your grace, to go with us Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, To Bristol castle; which, they say, is held And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices, Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, The caterpillars of the commonwealth, As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, York. It may be, I will go with you :-but yet From forth the ranks of many thousand French;
I'll pause ; (1) Know. (2) Time of the king's absence.
(5) Possession of my land, &c, 13) Impartial. (4) The persons who wrong him. (6) It is your interest,
For I am loath to break our country's laws. Condemns you to the death :-See them deliver'd Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are i
over Things past redress, are now with me past care, To execution and the hand of death.
(Exeunt. Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death toine,
Than Bolingbroke to England.-Lords, farewell. SCENE IV. A camp in Wales. Enter Sales Green. My comfort is,-that heaven will take bury, and a Captain.
our souls, Capt. Mylord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. And hardly kept our countrymen together, Boling; My lord Northumberland, see thern And yet we hear no tidings from the king;
despatch'd. Therefore we will disperse ourselves : farewell.
[Exé. North, and others wilh prisoners. Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house ; 'The king reposeth all his confidence
For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : In thee.
Tell her, I send to her my kind commends ;) Capt. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not Take special care my grectings be deliver'd. stay.
York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd The bay-trees in our country are all witherd, With letters of your love to her at large. And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth,
away; And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; to fight with Glendower and his complices ; Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap, Awhile to work, and, after, holiday. (Eseunt. The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy,
SCENE II.- The coast of Wales. A castle in The other, to enjoy by rage and war:
view. Flourish : drums and trumpets, Enter These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.Farewell; our countrymen are gone and fled,
King Richard, Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, and As well assurd, Richard their king is dead. (Exit
. soldiers. Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at I see thy glory, like a shooting star,
hand ? Fall to the base earth from the firmament ! Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
To stand upon my kingdom once again.
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; SCENE I.-Bolingbroke's camp at Bristol. Enter So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Percy,
Wil- And do thee favour with my royal hands. loughby, Ross : officers behind with Bushy and Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Green, prisoners.
Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense :
But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, Boling. Bring forth these men.
And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, (Since presently your souls must
part your bodies,) Which with usurping steps do trample thee. With too much urging your pernicious lives, Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies : For 'twere no charily: yet, to wash your blood And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, From off my hands, here, in the view of men, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder, I will unfold some causes of your death.
Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch You have misled a prince, a royal king,
Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords; By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean.
This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; Shall falter under foul rebellious arms. Broke the possession of a royal bed,
Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that And staind the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
made you king, With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul Hath power to keep you king, in spite of all. wrongs.
The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth; And not neglected ; else, if heaven would, Near to the king in blood; and near in love, And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; Till you did make him misinterpret me,
The proffer'd means of succour and redress. Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too rcmiss; And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Whilst Bolingbroke, ihrough our security, Eating the biiter bread of banishment :
Grows strong and great, in substance, and in Whilst you have fed upon my signories,
friends. Dispark?d? my parks, and
felld my forest woods ; K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin ! know'st thou From my own windows torn my household coat,
not, Raz'd out my impress, leaving me no sign, That when the searching eye of heaven is hid Save men's opinions, and my living blood, - Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, To show the world I am a gentJeman.
Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen, This, and much more, much more than twice all this, In murders and in outrage, bloody here ;
(1) Completely, (2) Thrown down the hedges, | (3) of arms. (4) Motto. (5) Commendations,
But when, from under this terrestrial ball, | The worst is death, and death will have his day. He fires the proud
tops of the eastern pines, Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so arm'd, And darts his light through every guilty hole, To bear the tidings of calamity. Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, Like an unseasonable stormy day, The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, Which
makes the silver rivers drown their shores, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves ? As if the world were all dissolv'd to tears ; So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, So high above his limits swells the rage Who all this while hath revell'd in the night, or Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,– With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than Shall see us rising in our throne the east,
steel. His treasons will sit blushing in his face, White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless Not able to endure the sight of day;
scalps But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.
Against thy majesty ; boys, with women's voices, Not all the water in the rough rude sca
Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints Can wash the balm from an anointed king : In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: The breath of worldly men cannot depose Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows The deputy elected by the Lord :
or double-fatal yew against thy state ; For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressid, Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay And all goes worse than I have power to tell. A glorious angel : then, if angels fight,
K, Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell'st a tale Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the so ill. right.
Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? Enter Salisbury.
What is become of Bushy ? where is Green? Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your power ?That they have let the dangerous enemy Than this wcak arm: Discomfort guides my tongue, I warrant, they have made peace with Bohingbroke. Sal. Nor near, nor further offs
, my gracious lord, Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ? And bids me speak of nothing but despair. One day too late, I fear, my noble lord,
Scroop. Peace have they made with him, inHath clouded all thy happy days on earth :
deed, my lord. o, call back yesterday, bid time return,
K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd without reAnd thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!
demption ! To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late,
Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state ; Snakes, in my heart-blood warm’d, that sting my For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,
heart! Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers'd, and Ned.
Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Aum. Comfort, my liege: why looks your grace Upon their spotted souls for this offence!
Would they make peace ? terrible hell make war K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate :
Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;
Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made And, till so much blood thither come again,
With heads, and not with hands: those whom you Have I not reason to look pale and dead ?
curse, All souls that will be safe, fly from my side;
Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
And lie full low, gravd in the hollow ground. Aum. Comfort, my liege ; remember who you
Aum, Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wilt
shire, dead ? K. Rich. I had forgot myself: Am J not king?
Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their Awake, thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep'st.
heads. Is not the king's name forty thousand names ?
Aum. Where is the duke, my father, with his Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes
power? At thy great glory.-Look not to the ground,
K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man Ye favourites of a king ; Are we not high?
speak: High be our thoughts: I know, my uncle York
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who
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, Scroop. More health and happiness betide my Save our deposed bodies to the ground? liege,
Our lands, our lives, and all, are Bolingbroke's, Ihan can my care-tund tongue deliver him. And nothing can we call our own, but death; K. Rich. Mine car is open, and my heart pre- And that small model of the barren earth, par'd;
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. The worst is worldly loss, thou canst unfold. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, bay, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my carc; And teh sad stories of the death of kings :And what loss is it, to be rid of care?
How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd; Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd; We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so: All ourder'd :--For within the hollow crown, Revolt our subjects that we cannot mend; That rounds the mortal temples of a king, They break their faith to God, as well as us : Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Crv, wo, destruction, ruin, loss, decay; Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp ;
Allowing him a breath, a little scene (1) Force,
|To monarchize, be fear’d. and kill with looks;
Insusing him with self and vain conceit,
North. Your grace mistakes me, only to be brief,' As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Left I his title out. Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, York. The time hath been, Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Would you have been so brief with him, he would Bores through his castle wall, and-larewell king! Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood For taking so the head, your whole head's length. With solemn reverence; throw away respect, Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,
should. For you have but mistook me all this while: York. Take not, good cousin, further than you I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,
should, Need friends :-Subjected thus,
Lest you mis-take: The heavens are o'er your head. How can you say to me-I am a king ?
Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present Myself against their will.—But who comes here? woes,
Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield ? Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe,
Percy. The castle royally is inann'd, my lord, And so your follies fight against yourself
Against thy entrance. Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight :
Boling. Royally! And fight and die, is death destroying death;
Why, it contains no king ? Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath.
Yes, my good lord, Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him; Within the limits of von lime and stone:
It doth contain a king; king Richard lies And learn to make a body of a limb. K. Rich. Thou chių’si me well :-Proud Bo- And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, lingbroke, I come
Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman To change blows with thee for our day of doom. Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn. This ague-fit of fear is over-blown;
Norih. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. An easy task it is, to win our own.
Boling. Noble lord,
( To North. Sav, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle ; Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.
Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle' Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky Into his ruin’d ears, and thus deliver : The state and inclination of the day:
Harry Bolingbroke So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
On both his knees doth kiss king Richard's hand; My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say,
And sends allegiance, and true faith heart, I play ihe torturer, by small and small,
To his most royal person: hither come To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken :
Even at his feet to lay my arms and power; Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke;
Provided that, my banishment repeald, And all your northern castles yielded up,
And lands restor'd again, be freely granted : And all your southern gentlemen in arms
If not, I'll use the advantage of my power, Upon his party.'
And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.
Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishnien: Beshrew? thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
[To Aumerle. It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench or that sweet way I was in to despair!
The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, What say you now? What comfort have we now? My stooping duty tenderly shall show. By heaven, l'll hate him everlastingly,
Go, 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 threatening drum, To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,
That from the castle's totier'd battlements For I have none:-Let no man speak again
Our fair appointments may be well perus’d. To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet Aum. My licge, one word.
With no less terror than the elements
Of fire and water, when their thundering shock
(Exeunt. My waters; on the earth, and not on him.
March on, and mark king Richard how he looks. SCENE III.-Wales. Before Flint Castle. En
ter, with drum and colours, Bolingbroke and A parle sounded, and answered by another trimforces; York, Northumberland, and others. pel wilhin. Flourish. Enter on the walls king
Richard, the bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop, Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn,
and Salisbury. The Welshmen are dispers’d; and Salisbury 1s gone to meet the king, who lately landed, York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear, With some few private friends, upon this coast. As doth the blushing discontented sun
North. The news is very fair and good, my lord; From out the fiery portal of the east;
York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland, To dim his glory, and to stain the track