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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 ; 110 York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms; 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 bosom lies his power.
115 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 Mars of men, Unless you please to enter in the castle, Froin forth the ranks of many thousand French; | Apd there repose you for this night. Oh, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, 20 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
To Bristol castle; which, they say, is held
The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
| York. It may be, I will go with you :-but yet Thou art a banislı'd man, and here art come,
I'll pause; Before the expiration of thy time,
I 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'a Here-30 Things past redress, are now with me past care. But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
[Exeunt, And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,
25 C EN E IV. Look on my wrongs with an inditlerent eye:
Enter Salisbury and a Captain.
And hardly kept our countrymen together, Pluck'd froin 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 kinsman; 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 wither'd, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, 1 And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven: To rouse 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 employ'd.
The other, to enjoy by rage and war: What would you have me do? I am a subject, 150 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 assur'd, Richard their king is dead. [Erit. To my inheritance of free descent. fabus'd. Sal. Ah, Richard! with eyes of heavy mind,
North. The noble duke hath been too much I see thy glory, like a shooting star,
I Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest:
' On for in. ? Dr. Johnson conjectures that this dialogue was probably the second scene in the en. suing act, and advises the reader to insert it there.
A CT III.
'S CEN E II. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol. Enter Bolingb. York, Norihumb. Ross, Percy,
The const of Wales. A castle in riew. Hilloghby, zwith Busly and Green, prisoners.
Flourish drums and trumpets. Boling. BRING forth these men. -
5 Enter King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of Car. D Bushy, and Green, I will not vex
lisle, and soldiers. your souls
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 With too much urging your pervicious lives,
the air, For 'twere no charity: yet to wash your blood 110 After your late tossing on the breaking seas? From 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 inisled a prince, a royal king,
To stand upon iny kingdom once again.-
15 Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs:
So weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And stain'd the beauty of a fuir 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 toe, my genue earth, wrongs.
Nor with thy sweet comfort his rai’nous sense : Myself-a prince, by fortune of my birth; But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, Near to the king in blood; and near in love, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Tili vou did make hiin inisinterpret me,
Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, Hlave stoop'd my neck under your injuries, 25 Which with usurping steps do trample thee: And sign'd my English breathi in foreign clouds, | Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies : Bating the bitter bread of banishment:
And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Wbiist you have fed upon my signories,
Guard it, I pray thee, with a lushing adder; Dispark'd' my parks, and feli'd ny forest woods : Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch From inine 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,- L 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 · over
made you king,
Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd,
The proiler'd means of succour and redress.
Grows strong and great,in substance, and in friends. Uncle, vou say, the queen is at your house; 45 K:Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not, For heaven's sake, fairly let herbe entreated: That, wben the searching eye of heaven is bid 'Tell her, I send to her my kind commends; i Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, Take special care my 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 large. 50 But when, from under this terrestrial ball, Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, le tires 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, À while to work, and, aller, holiday. [Exeunt. The cloak of night being pluckt from out their
"To dispark is to throw down the hedges of an enclosure. ? It was then the practice to anneal the arms of the tanily 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. 'Ilere, Dr. Johnson thinks, may be properly inxerted the last scene of the second act.
Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves ? Cry, wòe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay;
The worst is death, and death will have his day,
Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, Not able to endure the sight of day,
As it the world were all dissolv'd to tears; But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.
so high above his limits swells the rage Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land Can wash the balm from an anointed king; 110 With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than steel. The breath of worldly men cannot depose
Whitebeardshavearm'dtheir thin and hairlessscalps The deputy elected by the Lord:
Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices, For every man that Bolingbroke hath prest, Strive to speak big, and clasp their female joints To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay 15 Thy very beadsmen' learn to bend their bows A glorious angel: then, if angels tight,
Of double-fatal yew against thy state; Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the Yea, distaff women manage rusty bills right.
Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, Enter Salisbury.
And all goes worse than I have power to tell. Fill. Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your power: 201 K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell'st a tale so
Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord, Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? Than this weak arm : Discomfort guides my! What is become of Bushy? where is Green tongue,
That they have let the dangerous enemy And bids me speak of nothing but despair.' Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ? One day too late, I fear, my noble lord, 125||f we prevail, their heads shall pay for it. Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth: I warrant,they have made peace with Bolingbroke. Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return,
Scroop. Peace have they made with him, inAnd thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men! 1 deed, my lord.
[demption! Today, to-clay, unhappy day, too late,
K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damned without re O’erthrowsthy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state; 30 Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! [heart! For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, Snakes, in my heart-blood warm’d, that sting my Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers'd, and fled. Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Aum. Comfort, my liege; Why looks your Would they make peace? Terrible hell make war grace so pale ?
men Upon their spotted souls for this offence! K. Rich. But now the blood of twenty thousand 351 Scroop.Sweet love, I see, changing his property,
Did triuinph in my face, and they are fled; I Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate:And 'till so much blood thither come again, Again uncurse their souls; their peace is mad
Have I not reason to look pale and dead? With heads, and not with hands; those whom you All souls that will be safe, fly from my side;
curse, For time hath set a blot upon my pride. [are. 40 Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound,
Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who you And lie full low, grav'd in the hollow ground.
K. Rich. I had forgot myself: am I not king? | Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of WiltAwake, thou cowardly majesty! thou sleepest.
shire (lead ? Is not the king's name forty thousand names ?
Scroop. Yea,ailofthemat Bristollost their heads. Arm, arm, my name; a puny subject strikes 451 Aum. Where is the duke my father with his At thy great glory.Look not to the ground,
[speak: Ye favourites of a king; Are we not high?
K. Rih. No matter where; of comfort no man 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?
150 Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Enter Scroop.
Fliege, Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills: Scroop. More health and happiness betide my And yet not $0,--for what can we bequeath, Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him! Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepar'd;Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, The worst is worldly loss, thou canst unfold. 55 And nothing can we call our own but death; Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care; And that small model of the barren earth, And what loss is it, to be rid of care?
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?
For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, Greater he shall not be; if he serve God,
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so.. 60 How some have been depos'd, some slain in wor; Revolt our subjects that we cannot mend; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd; They break their faith to God, as well as us : Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kili'd;
? The king's beadsmen were his chaplains. ? Called so, because the leaves of the yew are poison, and the wood is employed for instruments of death. i. e. mould.
All murder'd:-For within the hollow crown, K. Rich. He does ne double wrong,
[Ereunt. To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks;
S CE N E III.
The Camp of Bolingbroke, before Flint Castle. Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus, Enter with drums and colours, Bolingbroke, Comes at the last, and with a little pin
1101 York, Northumberland, and Attendants. Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! | Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blooul The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury With solenn reverence; throw away respect, Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, Tradition', form, and ceremonious duty,
With some few private friends upon this coast. For you have but mistook me all this while: 115North. The news is very fair and good, my lord; I live on bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. Need friends ;-Subjected thus,
York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland How can you say to me-I am a king?
To say-king Richard:-Alack the heavy day, Carl. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their pre- When such a sacred king should hide his head! sent woes,
1201 North. Your grace mistakes; only to be brief, But presently prevent the ways to wail.
Left I his title out. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, York. The time hath been, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, Would you have been so brief with him, he would And so your follies fight against yourself.
Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, Fear, avd be slam: no worse can come, to fight:25 For taking so the head', the whole head's length. And fight and die, is death destroying death?; U Boling. Mistake not, uncle, farther than you · Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath.
should, Aum. My father hath a power, enquire of him ; | York. Take not, good cousin, farther than you And learn to make a body of a limb.
Lest you niis-take: The heavensareo'er your head. K. Rich. Thou chidst me well :-Proud B0-30 Böling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not lingbroke, I come
Myself against their will.-But who comes here? To change blows with thee for our day of doom.
Enter Percy. This ague-fit of fear is over-blown;
Welcome, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? An easy task it is, to win our own.- ,
Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,
Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky Percy. Yes, my good lord,
It doth contain a king; king Richard lies
My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say, 40 And with himn lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, I play the torturer, by small and small,
Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman . Tolengthen out the worst that must be spoken: Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.
Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbruke; | North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle.
Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle X. Rich. Thou hast said enough.
Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth Harry of Bolingbroke, on both his knees,
Dotb'kiss king Richard's hand; Of that sweet way I was in to despair!
150|And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, What say you now? what coinfort have we now? To his most royal person ; hither come By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,
Even at his feet to lay my arms and power; That bids me be of comfort any more.
Provided that, my banishment repeald, Go to Flint castle; there I'll pine away;
And lands restor'd again, be freely granted : Aking, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. 155 If not, I'll use the advantage of my power, That power I have, discharge ; and let them go And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, To ear the land' that hath some hope to grow, Rain'd from thewounds of slaughter'd Englishmen; For I have none:--Let no man speak again The which, how far off from the mind of BolingTo alter this, for counsel is but vain.
broke Aum. My liege, one word.
160l[t is, such crimson tempest should bedrench · 'This alludes to the antic or fool of old farces, whose principal business is to ridicule the graver and more splendid personages. ? Tradition seems here used for traditional practices. The meaning is, to die fighting, is to return the evil that we suffer, to destroy the destroyers. i. e, to plough it. * Totuke the head is, is to take undue liberties.
The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, 1 Harry Bolingbroke, doth hunbly kiss thy hand, My stooping duty tenderly shall shew.
And by the honourable tomb he swears, Go, signify as much: while here we march
That stands upon thy royal grandsire's boues; Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.
And by the royalties of both your bloods,
His coming hither hath no farther scope,
Which on thy royal party granted once,
His glittering arms he will commend to rust, My waters; on the earth, and not on him.
His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart March on, and mark king Richard how he looks. 15 To faithful service of your majesty. A parle sounded, and answered by another trum- This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; pet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls King And as I am a gentleman, I credit him. Richard, the Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, K. Rich. Northumberland, say,--thus the king Scroop, and Salisbury.
returns: York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear,20 His noble cousin is right welcome hither; As doth the blushing discontented sun
And all the number of his fair demands From out the fiery portal of the east;
Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction: When he perceives, the envious clouds are bent With all the gracious utterance thou hast, To dim his glory, and to stain the tract
Speak to bis gentle hearing kind commendsOf his bright passage to the occident.
25 We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, [To Jum. Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,
To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? • As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Controling majesty: Alack, alack, for woe, Defiance to the traitor, and so die? swords, That any harm should stain so fair a show! | Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle K. Rich. We are amaz'd; and thus long have 30'Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful we stood
(of mine, To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
K. Rich. Oh God! oh God! that e'er this tongue Because we thought ourself thy lawful king; That laid the sentence of dread banishment And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
On yon proud man, should take it off again To pay their awful duty to our presence? 135]With words of sooth?! Oh, that I were as great If we be not, shew us the hand of God
As is my grief, or lesser than my name! That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; Or that I could forget what I have been! For well we know, no hand of blood and bone ! Or not remember what I must be now! beat, Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to Unless he do prophane, steal, or usurp.
40 Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. And though you think, that all, as you have done, | Aum. Northumberland comes back from BoHave torn their souls, by turning them from us,
[submit? And we are barren, and bereft of friends ;
1 K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he Yet know,-my master, God omnipotent,
The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd ? Is must'ring in his clouds, ou our behalf, 45 The king shall be contented. Must he lose Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
The name of king? o' God's name, let it go: Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads;
My subjects, for a pair of carved saints;
And my large kingdom, for a little grave, But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
A little little grave, an obscure grave :Ten thousand bloody crowns of inothers' sons 55 Or I'll be bury'd in the king's bighway, Shall ill become the ilower of England's face'; | Some way of cominon trade, where subjects' feet Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace May hourly trainple on their sovereign's head: To scarlet indignation, and bedew
For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; Her pasture's grass with faithful English blood. And, bury'd once, why not upon my head?North. The King of heaven forbid, our lord 60 lumerle, thou weep'st; My tender-liearted the king
cousin !-Should so with civil and uncivil arms
We'll make foul weather with despised tears ; Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin, 10ur sighs, and they, shall lodge the stoniner corn, Li.e. the flowery surface of England's soil. ? In this place sooth means sweetness or softness.