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But when, from under this terrestrial ball, The worst is--death, and death will have his day,
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 sea
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:
of double-fatal yew against thy state ; For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressid, Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills To list 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 "Veak men must fall; for heaven still guards the 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?" Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ?
That they have let the dangerous enemy. Sal. Nor near, nor further off my gracious lord, If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it. Than this weak arm: Discomfort guides my tongue, I warrant, they have made peace with Boling broke. 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. 0, call back yesterday, bid time return,
K. Rich. Ó 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
heari ! For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers'd, and fled.
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 so pale ? K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand Turns to the sourest and most deadlý 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, ay 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, grav'd 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 I 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 Comes here?
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, l'han can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him. And nothing can we call our own, but death; K. Rich. Mine ear 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, say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care; And tell 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 murder'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 (') Force.
To monarchize, be fear’d, and kill with looks ;
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
North. Your grace mistakes me, only to be briel, 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-farewell king! Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, Cover your heads, and mock'not Nesh 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 mann'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 light and die, is death destroying death;
Why, it contains no king? Where tearing dying, pays death servile breath.
Yes, my good lord, jum. My father hath a power, inquire of him; It doth contain a king; king Richard lies And learn to make a body of a limb.
Within the limits of yon lime and stone: K. Rich. Thou chid'st 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. or 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 Say, 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 inle to say.
And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, I play the 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 Bolingbruke;
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 Englishmen: 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, I'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 culrances 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 ears the land that hath some hope to grow,
That from the castle's totter'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 liege, one word.
With no less terror than the elements
of fire and water, when their thundering shock
The rage be his, while on the earth I rain (Ereunt. 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 ansvered by another trumforces; York, Northumberland, and others. pet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls king Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn,
Richard, the bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop,
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
(6) Such liberty. (7) Parley.
As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this tongue Controlling majesty ; Alack, alack, for wo,
of mine, That any harm should stain so fair a show! That laid the sentence of dread banishment K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have on yon proud man, should take it off again we stood
With words of sooth!3 0, that I were as great To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, As is my grief, or lesser than my name !
(To Northumberland. Or that I could forget what I have been! Because we thought ourself thy lawful king : Or not remember what I must be now ! And if we be, how dare thy joints forget Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to To pay their awful duty to our presence ?
beat, If we be not, show us the hand of God
Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; Aum. Northumberland comes back from BolingFor well we know, no hand of blood and bone
broke. Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,
K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;
A little little grave, an obscure grave :Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope
Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, The purple testament of bleeding war;
Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, May hourly trample on their sovereign's head: Ten thousand bloody crowns of mother's sons For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; Shall ill become the flower of England's face ; And, buried once, why not upon my head ?Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace Aumerle, thou weep'st ; My tender-hearted cou To scarlet indignation, and bedew
sin ! Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.
We'll make foul weather with despised tears; North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, king
And make a dearth in this revolting land. Should so with civil and unciyil arms
Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, de rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, And make some pretty match with shedding tears ; Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand;
As thus :-To drop them still upon one place, And by the honourable tomb he swears,
Till they have fretted us a pair of graves That stands upon thy royal granasire's bones;
Within the earth; and, therein laid, -There lies And by the royalties of both your bloods, Two kinsmen, digg'd' their graves with weeping Currents that spring from one most gracious head;
Would not this ill do well ?-Well, well, I see And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; I talk but idly, and you mock at me.-, And by the worth and honour of himself, Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, Comprising all that may be sworn, or said, - What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty His coming hither hath no further scope,
Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
You make a leg,“ and Bolingbroke says-ay. Enfranchisement immediate on his knees :
North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend Which on thy royal party granted once,
To speak with you; may't please you to coma His glittering arms he will commend? to rust,
down? His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart K. Rich. Down, down, I come ; like glistering To faithful service of your majesty.
Phaeton, This swears he, as he is a prince, is just ;
Wanting the manage of unruly jades. And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.
(North, relires to Boling. K. Rich. Northumberland, say,-thus the king In the base court? Base court, where kings grow returns ;
base, His noble cousin is right welcome hither;
To come at traitors' call, and do them grace. And all the number of his fair demands
In the base court? Come down? Down, court! Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction :
down, king ! With all the gracious utterance thou hast, For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
(Exeunt from abori. We do debase oursell, cousin, do we not,
Boling. What says his majesty ? (To Aumerle. North.
Sorrow and grief of heail To look so poorly, and to speak so fair ?
Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man: Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
Yet he is come. Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
Enter King Richard, and his attendants, below. Aum. No, good my lord ; let's fight with gentle words,
Boling. Stand all apart, Till time lend' friends, and friends their helpful And show fair duty to his majesty.swords.
My gracious lord,
[Kneelis. (1) Soil. (2) Cornmit. (3) Soflness. (4) A bow. (5) Lower. (6) Foolishi;.
K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely Give some supportance to the bending twigs.knee,
Go thou, and, like an executioner,
All must be even in our government.-
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
Keep law, and form, and due proportion, K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, Showing, as in a model, our firm eslate? and all.
When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up, As my true service shall deserve your love. Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, K. Rich. Well you deserve :-They well deserve Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs to have,
Swarming with caterpillars ? That know the strong'st and surest way to get.
Hold thy peace : Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes ;
He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd
spring, Tears show their love, but want their remedies. – Hath now himself met with the fall of leal: Cousin, I am too young to be your father, The weeds, that his broad-spreading leares did Though you are old enough to be my heir.
shelter, What you will have, I'll give, and willing too;
That seem'd in eating him to hold him up, For do we must, what force will have us do. Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke, Set on towards London :-Cousin, is it so ? I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. Boling. Yea, my good lord.
1 Serv. What, are they dead? K. Rich. Then I must not say, no.
They are; and Bolingbroke (Flourish. Exeunt. Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.-Oh! What pity
is it, SCENE IV:-Langley. The Duke of York's That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land,
Garden. Enter the Queen, and two Ladies. As we this garden! We, at time of year, Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; garden,
Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood,
With too much riches it confound itself: To drive away the heavy thought of care ?
Had he done so to great and growing men, 1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. Queen.
Twill make me think They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste, The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune
Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches Runs 'gainst the bias.'
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live : 1 Lady. Madam, we will dance.
Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, which
waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down. When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:
1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be Therefore, no dancing, girl ; some other sport.
depos'd 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.
Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, Queen.
Of sorrow, or of joy ? To a dear friend of the good duke of York's,
'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night 1 Lady. Of either, madam. Queen.
of neither, girl:
That tell black tidings. For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
0, I am press'd to death, It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
Through want of speaking !—Thou, old Adam's Or if of grief, being altogether had,
likeness, (Coming from her concealment. It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
Set to dress the garden, how dares For what I have, I need not to repeat;
Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? And what I want, it boots? not to complain.
What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee
To make a second fall of cursed man? 1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing. Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast.cause : Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth;
Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd ? But thou should'st please me better, would’st thou Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how, weep.
Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thou wretch. I Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you good.
Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I, Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me
To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true. good,
King Richard, he is in the mighty hold And never borrow any tear of thee.
Or Bolingbroke ; their fortunes both are weigh'd : But stay, here come the gardeners :
In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, Let's step into the shadow of these trees.
And some few vanities that make him light;
But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Enter a Gardener, and two Servants. Besides himself, are all the English peers, My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. They'll talk of state; for every one doth so Post you to London, and you'll find it so; Against a change: Wo is forerun with wo. I speak no more than every one doth know.
(Queen and Ladies relire. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of Gard. Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks,
foot, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Doth not thy embassage belong to me, Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: And am I last that knows it? Ö, thou think'st (1) A weight fixed on one side of the bowl, which
(3) Inclosure. turns it from the straight line.
(i) Fightes planted in a box. (3) Inoldoute
To serve me last, that I may longest keep
Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go, Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for To meet at London London's king in wo.
this. What, was I born to this ! that my sad look Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true, Should grace the triumph of greai Bolingbroke ?- In this appeal, as thou art all unjust : Gardener, for telling me this news of wo,
And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, I would, the plants thou graf'st, may never grow. To prove it on thee, to the extremest point
(Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Of mortal breathing ; seize it, if thou dar'st. Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, no worse,
And never brandish more revengeful steel
From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn;
Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw
I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
lords spiritual on the right side of the throne ; the
Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Surrey, Northum
Fitz. My lord, 'tis true : you were in presence berland, Percy, Fitzwater, another lord, Bishop!
then; of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, and attendants. And you can witness with me, this is true. Officers behind, with Bagot.
Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is Boling. Call forth Bagot:
true. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;
Fitz. Surrey, thou liest. What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death;
Dishonourable boy ! Who wrought it with the king, and who performa That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, The bloody office of his timeless' end.
That it shall render vengeance and revenge, Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle. Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.
In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; man. Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st. tongue
Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse ! Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.
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, As far as Calais, lo my uncle's head ?
To tie thee to my strong correction.Amongst much other talk, that very time,
As I intend to thrive in this new world, I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal: The offer of a hundred thousand crowns,
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men Adding withal, how blest this land would be, To execute the noble duke at Calais.
Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a In this your cousin's death. Aum.
Princes, and noble lords, That Norfolk’lies: here do I throw down this, What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,
If he may be repeal'd to try his honour. On equal terms to give him chastisement ?
Boling. These differences shall all rest under Either I must, or have mine honour soild
gage, With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.
Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repealed he shall be, There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
And, though mine enemy, restor'd again That marks thee out for hell : I say, thou liest,
To all his land and signories; when he's return'd, And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false,
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up.
For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best" Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, In all this presence, that hath mor'd me so.
Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens: Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies,
And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine:
To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ;
Under whose colours he had fought so long. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest;
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead ? And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
Car. As sure as I live, my lord. Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul ts Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that
the bosom day.
Of good old Abraham!-Lords appellants.
Your differences shall all rest under gage, (1) Pity. (2) Untimely.
Till we assign vou to your days of trial.