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I see old Gaunt alive, O, then, my father!
Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd
A wand'ring vagabond; my rights and royal-
Pluck'd from my arins perforce, and given
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 kinsman ;
Had you first died, and he had been thus trod
He should have found his uncle Gaunt a fa-
To rouse his wrongs, and chase them to the
I am denied to sue my livery + here, [bay.
And yet my letters-patent 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 challenge law Attornies are denied me;
And therefore personally I lay my claim
To my inheritance of free descent.

North. The noble duke hath been too much
Ross. It stands your grace upon †, to do him
Willo. Base men by his endowments are

made great.

York, My lords of England, let me tell you 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, 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.

North. The 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 hita ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath.

York. Well, well, I see the issue of these

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I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well ;-
Unless you please to enter in the castle,
And there repose you for this night.

Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
But we must win your grace, to go with us
To 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.
York. It 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. A Camp in Wales. Enter SALISBURY, and a Captain. Capt. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days,

And hardly kept our countrymen together,
And yet we hear no tidings from the king;
Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.
Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty

The king reposeth all his confidence
In thee.

[not stay.

Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will 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 [leap,


Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and
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,


Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy I see thy glory, like a shooting star, [mind, 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. [Exit.


From off my hands, here, in the view of men,
I will unfold some causes of your death.
You have misled a prince, a royal king,
By you unhappied and disfigured cleans
A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
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


Myself-a prince, by fortune of my birth;

+ Possession of my land, &c. - Completely.

It is your interest.

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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 Eating the bitter bread of banishment: [clouds, Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Dispark'd my parks, and fell'd my forest woods; [coatt, From my own windows torn my household Razed out my impress, 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, [liver'd over Condemns you to the death:-See them deTo execution and the hand of death. [to me, Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death Than Bolingbroke to England.-Lords, farewell. [take our souls, Green. My comfort is,-that heaven will And plague injustice with the pains of hell. Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them despatch'd.

[Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with Prisoners. Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated: Tell her, I send to her my kind commends §; Take special care my greetings be deliver'd, York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd

With letters of your love to her at large. Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords,

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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:

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 rebellious arms.

Bishop. Fear 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 succour and redress. Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss;

Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, Grows strong and great, in substance, and in friends.

K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st
thou not,

That when the searching eye of heaven is hid
Behind the globe, and lights the lower world,
Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen,
In murders, and in outrage, bloody 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
Stand bare and naked, trembling at them.
So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke,-
Who all this while hath revell'd in the night,
Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,
His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
Shall see us rising in our throne the east,
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 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 SALISBURY. Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your power?

Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord, [tongue, Than this weak arm: Discomfort guides my And bids me speak of nothing but despair. One day too late, I fear, my noble lord, Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth: O, call back yesterday, bid time return, And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, [men! O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy


For all the Welshmen, hearing thon wert dead,

And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Are gone to Bolingbroke, diepersed and fled.

• Thrown down the hedges, + Of arms.


§ Commendations.


Aum. Comfort, my liege: why looks your grace so pale? [thousand men K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty 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. Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who [king? K. Kich. I had forgot myself: Am I not Awake, thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep'st. Is not the king's name forty thousand names? Arin, 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?

you are.


Scroop. More health and happiness betide my liege,

Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him. K. Rich. Mine 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, loss, decay: [day.
The worst is-death, and death will have his
Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so
To bear the tidings of calamity. [arm'd
Like an unseasonable stormy day, [shores,
Which makes the silver rivers drown their
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
[less scalps
White-beards have arm'd their thin and hair-
Against thy majesty; boys,with women's voices,
Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints
In stiff unwieldly 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.
K. Rich. Too 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 Boling-
[indeed, my lord.
Scroop. Peace have they made with him,
K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd with-
out redemption!

Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! Snakes, in my heart blood warm'd that sting my heart!

Three Judasses, each one thrice worse than Judas!

Would they make peace? terrible hell make Upon their spotted souls for this offence! [war Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing hit pro


Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate:-
Again uncarse their souls; their peace is made
With heads, and not with hands: those whom
you curse,
Have felt the worst of death's destroying
And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.
Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of
Wiltshire, dead?

[heads. Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their Aum. Where is the duke my father with his power? [man speak:

K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no
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 heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground,
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:-
How some have been deposed,someslain inwar;
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping

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 [king!
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell
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?

Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wait their pre

sent 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:

Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of
And learn to make a body of a limb. [him;
K. Rich. Thon chidest me well:-Proud
To change blows with thee for our day of
This ague-fit of fear is over-blown;
An easy task it is, to win our own.——

Bolingbroke, I come

Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? [sour. Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the The state and inclination of the day: [sky 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 hath join'd with Bolingbroke;
And all your northern castles yielded up,
And all your southern gentlemen in arms
Upon his party *.
K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.-
Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me

Of that sweet way I was in to despair!
What say you now? What comfort have we
By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, [now?
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. [go
That power I have, discharge; and let them
To ear the land thathath some hope to grow,
For I have none:-Let no man speak again
To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
Aum. My liege, one word.

K. Rich. He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. [Away, Discharge my followers, let them hence; From Richard's night, to Bolingbroke's fair day. [Exeunt.


Wales. Before Flint Castle. Enter, with Drum and Colours, BOLINGBROKE and Forces; YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, and Others.

Boling. So 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. North. The news is very fair and good, my lord; [head. Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland,

To say-king Richard:-Alack the heavy day,
When such a sacred king should hide his head!
North. Your grace mistakes me; only to
Left I his title out.
[be brief,

York. The time hath been, [would Would you have been so brief with him, he Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, For taking so the head T, your whole head's length. [should.

Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you York. Take not, good cousin, further than you should, [head. Lest you mis-take: The heavens are o'er your Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not Myself against their will.-But who comes Enter PERCY. [here? Well, Harry'; what, will not this castle yield? ↑ Ill betide. + Force.

• Part.

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It doth contain a king; king Richard lies
Within the limits of yon lime and stone:
And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Sa-

Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman
Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.

North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. Boling. Noble lord [TO NORTH. Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle **


Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.
Harry Bolingbroke
On both his knees doth kiss king Richard's
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

Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd EngThe 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.-

[NORTHUMBERLAND advances to the Castle, with a Trumpet. Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum,

That from the castle's totter'd battlements
Our fair appointments may be well perused.
Methinks, king Richard and myself should
With no less terror than the elements [meet
Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:
The rage be his, while on the earth I rain
My waters; on the earth, and not on him.
March on, and mark king Richard how he

A parle sounded, and answered by another
Trumpet within. Flourish. Enter on
the walls King RICHARD, the Bishop of


York. See, see, king Richard doth himself As doth the blushing discontented sun (appear 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. Yet 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 hari should stain so fair a show! Plough. || Short. ¶ Such liberty.

** Parley.

K. Rich. We are amazed ; and thus long | Till time lend friends, and friends their help-
have we stood
ful swords.
[tongue of mine,
K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this
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,

To watch the fearful bentling of thy knee,
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 dismiss'd 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. [done,
And though you think, that all, as you have
Have torn their souls, by turning them from us,
And we are barren, and bereft of friends;-
Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
Is must'ring 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 is,)
That every stride he makes upon my land,
Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope
The purple testament of bleeding war;
But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' SOLS
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.
North. The King of heaven forbid, our lord
Should so with civil and uncivil arms (the king
Be rush'd npon! Thy thrice-noble cousin,
Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy
And by the honourable tomb he swears, [hand;
That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones;
And by the royalties of both your bloods,
Currents that spring from one most gracious

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.

K. Rich. Northumberland, 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 ourself, cousin, do we not,
To look so poorly, and to speak so fair?
Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with
gentle words,

• Soil.


Since foes have scope to beat both thee and


Aum. Northumberland comes back from
[Must he submit?
K. Rich. What must the king do now?
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 alms-man'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, [feet
Some way of common trade, where subjects'
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

We'll make foul weather with despised tears;
Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer


And make a dearth in this revolting land.
Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,
And make some pretty match with shedding


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 weep-
ing eyes?

Would not this ill do well?-Well, well, I see
I talk but idly, and you mock 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 legs, and Bolingbroke says-ay
North. My lord, in the base court he doth
To speak with you; may't please you to come
K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glister-
ing Phaeton,

Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
[NORTH. retires to BOLING.
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!
[should sing.
For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks
[Exeunt, from above.
Boling. What says his Majesty ?

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