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hath not,

North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er| We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, speak more,

Thywords are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold. That speaks thy words again, to do thee harın ! North. Then thus:- I have from Portle Blanc, Willo. Tends that thou'dst speak, to the duke In Britanny, receiv'd intelligence, [a bay of Hereford ?

5 That Harry Hereford, Reignold Lord Cobhain, If it be so, out with it boldly, man;

That late broke from the duke of Exeter'; Quick is mine ear, to hear of good towards him. His brother, archbishop late of Canterbury,

Hoss. No good at all, that I can do for him; Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston, Unless you call it good, to pity him,

Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton, and Bereft and gelded of his patrimony:

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Francis Quoint, North. Now, afore heaven, 'tis shame such All these, well furnish'd by the duke of Bretagne, wrongs are borne,

With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, In him a royal prince, and many more

Are making hither with all due expedience, Of noble blood in this declining land.

And shortly mean to touch our northern shore: The king is not himself, but basely led

15 Perhaps, they had ere this; but that they stay By natterers; and what they will inform,

The first departing of the king for Ireland. Alerely in hate, 'gainst any of us all,

if then we shall shake off our slavish yoke, That will the king severely prosecute

Imp out our drooping country's broken wing, 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown, loss. The commons hath he pilld with griev.20 Wipe off the dust that hides our scepter's gilt, ous taxes,

And make high majesty look like itself, And quite lost their hearts: the nobles he hath find Away with me, in post to Ravenspurg: For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts. But if you faint, as fearing to do so,

Willo. And daily new exactions are devis'd; Stay, and be secret, and myself will go: As-blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: 125 Ross. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them Eut what, o' God's name, doth become of this?

that fear. North. War hath not wasted it, for warr'd he Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be

there.

[Ereunt. But basely yielded upon compromise

S CE N E II.
That which his ancestors atchiev'd with blows: 30

The Court.
More hath he spent in peace, than they in wars.
Ross. The earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in

Enter Queen, Bushy, and Bugot.
farm.

(man. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is much too sad: Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken You promis'd, when you parted with the king, North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth over 35To lay aside life-harming heaviness, hini.

And entertain a chearful disposition. (self, Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars, Queen. To please the king I did; to please myHis burthenous taxations notwithstanding, I cannot do it; vet I know no cause But by the robbing of the banish'd duke. [king! Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,

North. Hiis nobie kinsman:-Most degenerate 40 Save bidding farewel to so sweet a guest But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, As my sweet Richard: Yet again, methinks, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm :

Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,

Is coming toward ine; and my

inward soul And yet we strike not', but securely perish. With nothing trembles: at something it grieves,

Ross. Wesre the very wreck that we must suffer; 15 More than with parting from my lord the king. And unavoided is the danger now,

Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty For suffering so the causes of our wreck.

shadows, North. Not so; even through the hollow eyes Which shew like grief itself, but are not so: I spy life peering: but I dare not say, [of death, For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, How near the tidings of our comfort is. [dost ours. 150 Divides one thing entire to many objects;

Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou Like perspectives', which, rightly gaz'd upon, Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland: Shew nothing but contusion; ey'd awry,

1 To strike the sails, is, to contract them. ? Mr. Steevens obs rves, that this circumstance, of having broke from the duke of Eriter, applies solely to Thomas Arundel, son and heir to the earl of Arundel who was bebeaded in this reign; and from thence conjectures, that a line is lost, in which his name bad originally a place. The archbishop next mentioned, was uncle to this young lord, though Shakspeare mistakenly calls him his broiher. Having been deprived by the pope of his see, at the request of the king. *This expression is borrowed from falconry. To imp a hawk, was to supply such wing-feathers as dropped, or were forced out by any accident. Warburton says this is a tine similitude, and the thing meant is this: "Amongst mutlu meticul recreations, there is one in optics, in which a figure is drawn, wherein all the rules of perspective are inverted: so that, if held in the same position with those pictures which are drawn according to the rules of perspective, it can present vothing but confusion: and to be seen in form, and under a regular appearance, it must be looked upon from a conírary station; or, as Shakspeare says, cy'd awry.

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Enter York. Looking awry upon your lorel's departure,

Green. Here comes the duke of York. Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck; Which, look'd ou as it is, is nought but shadow's Oh, full of careful business are his looks!Of what it is not. Then, thrice gracious queen, L'ncle, for heaven's sake, speak comfortable words. More than your lord's departure weep not; inore's York. Should I do so, I should bely my thoughts: not seen:

Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,

Where nothing lives, but crosses, care, and grief. Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary. Your husband he is gone to save tar off,

Queen. It may be so; but yet iny inward soul i Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Persuades it is otherwise: Hoive'er it be, Here aın I left to underprop his land; I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad,

Who, weak with age, cannot support myself: As, though, in thinking, on no thought I think, Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; Alakes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Now shall he try his friends that Hatter'd him. Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious 15

Enter a Serrant. lady.

Ser. My lord, your son was gone before I came. Queen. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still deriva York. He was? - Why, so !--go all which way From some fore-father grief; mine is not so;

it will!

(cold. For nothing hath begut my something grief; The nobles they are fled, the commons they are Or something hath, the nothing that I grieve: 20 And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. 'Tis in reversion that I do possess ;

Sirrah, But what it is, that is not yet known; what Get thee to Plashy?, to my sister Gloster; I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot. Bid her send me presently a thousand pound:Enter Green.

Hold, take my ring. Green. Ileaven save your majesty!—and well 5 Ser. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: met, gentlemen :

To-day, I came by, and call’d there;- but I I hope the king is not yet ship'd for Ireland. Shall grieve you to report the rest.

Queen Why hop'st thou so:''tis better hope,he is; York. What is it, knave? For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope ; Ser. An hour before I came, the duchess dy'd. Then wherefore dost thou hope, he is not ship'd? 30 York. Heaven for his mercy! what a tide ot woes Green. That he, our hope, might have retir’d" Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!

I know not what to do:- I would to heaven, And driven into despair an enemy's hope, (So my untruth' hath not provok'd him to't) Who strongly bath set footing in this land: Theking had cut off my head with my brother's.The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, 35 What, are there posts dispatch'd for Ireland? And with uplifted arms is safe arriv'd

How shall we do for money for these wars ? At Ravenspurg

Come, sister, --cousin, I would say; pray, pardon Queen. Now God in heaven forbid! (worse,

Green. 0, madam, 'tis too true: and that is Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts, The lord Northumberland, his young sou Henry 40

[To the servant. Percy,

And bring away the armour that is there.The lords of Ross, Beaumont, and Willoughby, Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. How, or which way, to order these affairs, Bushy. Why have you uot proclaim'd North- Thus disorderly thrust into my hands, umberland,

45 Never believe me. Both are iny kinsmen; And the rest of the revolted faction, traitors? The one's my sovereign, whon both my oath

Green. We have: whereupon the earl of Worcester And duty bids detend; the other again,
Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, Is my kinsman, whoin the king hath wrong'd;
And all the houshold servants fled with him

Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. To Bolingbroke.

[woe, 50 Well, somewhat we must do.-Come, cousin, I'll Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife of my Dispose of you :-Go, muster up your men, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir : And meet me presently at Berkley, gentlemen, Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy; I should to Plashy too;And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,

But time will not permit:-All is uneven, flave woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join’d. 55 And every thing is left at six and seven. Bushy. Despair not, madam.

[Ereunt York and Queen. Queen. Who shall hinder me?

Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to IreI will despair, and be at enmity

But none returns. For us to levy power, [land, With cozening hope: he is a Natterer,

Proportionable to the enemy, A parasite, a keeper-back of death,

60 Is all unpossible. Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love, Which false hope lingers in extremity.

Is near the hate of those love not the king. i. e. drawn it back.

* The lordship of Plashy was a town of the dutchess of Gloster's in Essex. 1. e. disloyalty, treachery:

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Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for |To offer service to the duke of Hereford; their love

And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, What power the duke of York hath levied there; By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Then with direction to repair to Ravenspurg. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally con-| 5 North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, demn'd.

boy? Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot, Because we have been ever near the king. (castle; Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge,

Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol I never in my life did look on him. The earl of Wiltshire is already there.

10 North. Then learn to know him now; this is Bushy. Thither I will with you: for little office

the duke.

(vice, The hateful conimons will perform for us;

Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my serExcept, like curs, to tear us all in pieces. - Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; Will you go along with us?

Which elder days shall ripen and confirm Bugot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty. 15 To more approved service and desert. Farewel: if heart's presages be not vain,

Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy: and be sure, We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. I count myself in nothing else so happy, Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bo- As in a soul remembring my good friends; lingbroke.

And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, Green. Alas! poor duke, the task he undertake:20 It shall be still thy true love's recompence: [it. Is--numb'ring sands, and drinking oceans dry; My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. North. How far is it to Berkley? And what stir Bushy. Farewelat once; for once, for all, and ever. Keeps good old York there, with bis men of war? Green. Well, we may meet again.

Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of Bagot. I fear me, never.

[Ereunt. 25 trees, 6 CENE III.

Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard ;

And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and The wilds in Glostershire.

None else of name, and noble estimate.[Seymour, Enter Bolingbroke and Northumberlund.

Enter Ross and Willoughby. Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? 30 North. Here come the lords of Ross and Wil. North. Believe me, noble lord,

loughby, I am a stranger here in Glostershire,

Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. [sues These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, Boling. Welcome, my lords: Iwot, your lovepur Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome: A banish'd traitor; all my treasury And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, 35 Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich'd, Making the hard way sweet and delectable. Shall be your love aud labour's recompence. But, I betbink me, what a weary way,

Ross. Your presence makeusrich,mosi noblelord. From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it. In Ross, and Willoughby, wanting your company; Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the Which, I protest, hath very much beguild 401

poor; The tediousness and process of my travel: Which, 'till my infant fortune comes to years, But theirs is sweetend with the hope to have Stands for my bounty. But who comes here? The present benefit that I possess :

Enter Berkley. And hope to joy, is tittle less in joy,

North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. Than hope enjoy'd: by this, the weary lords 45 Berk. My lord of Hereford,my message is to you. Shall make their way seem short; as mine hath done Boling. My lord, my answer is, to Lancaster; By sight of what I have, your noble company. And I am come to seek that name in England: Boling. Of much less value is my company,

And I must find that title in your tongue, Than your good words. But who comes here? Before I make reply to aught you say: Enter Harry Percy.

Berk. Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my North. It is my son, young Harry Percy,

meaning, Sent froin my brother Worcester, wiienccsoever.- To raze one title of your honour out:Harry, how fares your uncle?

To you, my lord, I come, (what lord you will) Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn’d) From the most glorious of this land, his health of you.

55 The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on North. Why, is he not with the queen? [court, To take advantage of the absent time',

Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the And fright our native peace with self-born arms. Broken his staff of office, and dispers'd

Enter York, attended. The houshold of the king,

Boling. I shall not need transport inywords hy you; North. What was his reason!

60 Here comes his grace in person.—My noble uncle! He was not so resolv'd, when lastwespake together.

[Kneels. Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed York. Shew me thy humble beart, and not thy But he, iny lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, (traitor. Whose duty is deceivable and false. [knee, Meaning, perhaps, the time of the king's absence.

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I'll pause;

Boling. My gracious uncle!

But in this kind to come, in braving arms, York. Tut, tut!

Be his own carver, and cut out his way, Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle : To find out right with wrong, -it may not be; I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace, And you, that do abet him in this kind, In an ungracious mouth, is but prophane. 5 Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground: But for his own: and, for the right of that, But more than why,—Why have they dared to We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; march

And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath. So many miles upon her peaceful bosom ; 10 York. Well, well, I see the issue of these armas; Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war, I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, And ostentation of despised arms?

Because my power is weak, and all ill left: Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence? But, if I could, by Him that gave me life, Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, I would attach you all, and make you stoop And in my loyal bosomn lies his power.

15 Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;
Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, But, since I cannot, be it known to you,
As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;-
Rescu'd the Black Prince, that young Marsof men, Unless you please to enter in the castle,
From forth the ranks of many thousand French; And there repose you for this night.
Oh, then, how quickly should this arın of mine, 120 Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept
Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee, But we must win your grace, to go with us
And minister correction to thy fault !

To Bristol castle; which, they say, is held
Boling. My gracious uncle,let me know my fault: By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices,
On' what condition stands it, and wherein? The caterpillars of the commonwealth,

York. Even in condition of the worst degree,--25 Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. In gross rebellion, and detested treason:

York. It may be, I will go with you :--but yet Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come, Before the expiration of thy time,

For I am loth to break our country's laws. In braving arms against thy sovereign. [ford; Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are:

Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Here-30 Things past redress, are now with me past care. But as I come, I come for Lancaster.

[Excuit. And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,

2S CEN E IV. Look on my wrongs with an

indifferent
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In Wales.
You are my father, for, methinks, in you
I see old Gaunt alive; 0, then, my father!

Enter Salisbury and a Captain.
Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd Cap. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days,
A wand'ring vagabond; my rights and royalties And hardly kept our countrymen together,
Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away And yet we hear no tidings from the king;
To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born ? Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.
If that my cousin king be king of England, 40 Sal. Stay yet another day,thou trusty Welshman;
It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster. The king reposeth all his confidence in thee. (stay.
You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kiosman; Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not
Had you first dy'd, and he been thus trod down, The bay-trees in our country all are witherd,
He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven:
To souse his wrongs, and chase them to the bay. 45 The pale-fac’d moon looks bloody on the earth,
I am deny'd to sue my livery here,

And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; And yet my letters patents give me leave: Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap, My father's goods are all distrain’d, and sold: The one, in 'fear to lose what they enjoy; And these, and all, are all amiss emp'oy'dl. The other, to enjoy by rage and war : What would you have me do? I am a subject, 50 These signs forerun the death of kingsAnd challenge law: Attornies are deny'd me; Farwel; our countrymen are gone and fled, And therefore personally I lay my claim As well assurd, Richard their king is dead. (Erit. To my inheritance of free descent. [abus'd.

Sal. Ah, Ricbard! with eyes of heavy mind, North. The noble duke hath been too much I see thy glory, like a shooting star, Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right. 55 Fall to the base earth from the firinament ! Willo. Base men by his endowments are made Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, great.

Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest: York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,- Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes; I have had feeling of niy cousin's wrongs,

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crossly to thy good all fortune goes. And labour'd all I could to do him right : 1601

[Ereunt. ' On for in. ? Dr. Johnson conjectures that this dialogue was probably the second scene in the enşuing act, and advises the reader to insert it there.

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SCENE I.

'SCENE II.
Bolingbroke's Cump at Bristol.

The coast of Wales. A casile in tiew.
Enter Bolingb. York, Northumh. Ross, Percy,
Willoughb', with Bushy and Green, prisoners.

Flourish drums and trumpets.
Boling. BRING forth these men

5 Enter King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of CarBushy, and Green, I will not vex

lisle, and soldiers.

K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand! (Since presently your souls must part your bodies) Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace it ith too much urging your pernicious lives,

the air, For 'twere vo charity : yet to wash your blood 10 After your late tossing on the breaking seas? Froin off my hands, here, in the view of men, K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep I will unfold some causes of your death.

for joy, You have misled a prince, a royal king,

To stand upon my kingdom once again. A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, By you unhappy'd and distigurd clean. 15 Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: You have, in manner, with your sinful bours, As a long-parted mother with her child Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting; Broke the possession of a royal bed,

So weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,
And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks And do thee favour with my royal hands.
With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul 20 Feed not thy sovereign's foe, ny gentle earth,
wrongs.

Nor with thy sweet confort his rav'nous sense :
Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth; But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
Niar to the king in blood; and near in love, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way;
Till you did make him misinterpret me,

Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet,
Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, 25 Which with usurping steps do trample thee:
And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies :
Eating the bitter bread of banishment:

And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Whilst you have fed upon my signories,

Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder; Dispark'd' my parks, and teli'd my forest woods ; Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch From mine own windows torn my household coat?, 30 Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies. Raz'd out my impress', leaving me no sign,- Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: Save men's opinions, and my living blood,-- This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones To shew the world I am a gentleman. [this, Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king This, and much more, much more than twice all Shall faulter under foul rebellious arms. Condemns you to the death :—See them deliver'd 35 Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that

made you king, To execution and the hand of death. [me,

Hath power to keep you king, in spite of all. Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Than Bolingbroke to England.—Lords, farewel. And not neglected; else, if heaven would, Green. My comfort is, that heaven will take 40 And we would not beaven's offer, we refuse our souls,

The protler'd means of succour and redress. And plague injustice with the pains of hell.

Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, dispatch'd.

Grows strongand great,in substance, and in friends. Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; 45 K.Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not, For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : That, when the searching eye of heaven is bid Tell her, I send to her my kind commends; Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, Take special care iny greetings be deliver'd. Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen,

York. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd In murders, and in outrage, bloody here; With letters of your love to her at ge. 50 But when, from under this terrestrial ball, Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, away ;

And darts his light through every guilty hole, [To fight with Glendower and his complices* ;] Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, [backs, A while to work, and, alter, holiday. [Ereunt. The cloak of night being pluckt froni orf their

"To dispark is to throw down the hedges of an enclosure. It was then the practice to anneal the arms of the family in the windows of the house. The impress was a device or motto. • Theobald is of opinion (and we think his reasons for thinking so are just), that this line is an interpolation. 'Here, Dr. Johnson thinks, may be properly inserted the last scene of the second act.

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