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While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy, Thy overflow of good converts to bad?;
Takes on the point of honour, to support And thy abundant goodness shall excuse
So desolute a crew.

[prince: This deadly blot in ihy digressing' son.
Percy. My lord, some two days since I saw the York. So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd;
And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford. 5 Ani be shall spend mine honour with his shame,
Boling. And what said the gallant?

Ai thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold. Percy. His answer was,--hewould unto the stews; Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, And from the common'st creature pluck a glove, Or my sbam'd life in his dishonour lies : And wear it as a favour; and with that

Thou kill'st me in his life; giving bim breath, He would umhorse the lustiest challenger. [both 10 The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. Boling. As dissolute, as desperate: yet, through

[Dutchess within: I see some sparhles of a better hope,

Dutch. What ho, my liege! for heaven's sake, Which elder days may happily bring forth.

let me in.

[eager cry? But who comes here?

Boling. What shrill-voic'd suppliant makes this Enter Aumerle, amazed.

15 Dutch. A woman, and thine aunt, great hing; Áum. Where is the king?

'tis I. Boling. What means

Speak with me, pity me, open the door; Our cousin, that he stares and looks so widly? A beggar begs, that never begg'd before. win. God save your grace! I do beseech your Boring.Ourscene is alter’d, from a serious thing, majesty,

20 And now chang'd to the Beggar and the KingaTo have some conference with your grace alone. My dangerous cousin, let your mother in; Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here I know, she's come to pray for your foul sin. alone.

York. If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, What is the inatter with our cousin now?

More sins, for this forgiveness, prosper may., Aum. For ever may my knees grow to the cart), 25 This festerd joint cut off, the rest rests sound;

[Kneels. This, let alone, will all the rest confound. My tongile cleave to my roof within my mouth,

Enter Dutchess. l'nless a pardon, ere I rise, or speak!

Dutch.Oking, believe not this hard-hearted man; Boling. Intended, or committed, was this fault: Love, loving not itself, none other can. [here? If but the first, how heinous ere it be,

30 York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou do To win thy after-love, I pardon thee. [key, Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear ?

Aum. Then give me leave that I may turn the Dutch. Sweet York, be patient: Hear me, That no man enter 'till my tale be done

gentle liege.

[Kneels. Boling. Have thy desire. [York within. Boling. Rise up, good aunt. York. My liege, beware; look to thyself ; 35) Dutch. Not yet, I thee beseech: Thou hast à traitor in thy presence there. For ever will I kneel upon my knees, : Boling. Villain, I'll make thee safe. [Drawing: And never see day that the happy sees, Aum. Stay thy revengeful hand;

'Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy, Thou hast no cause to fear.

By pardoring Rutland, my transgressing boy. York. Open the door, secure, fjol-hardy king : 40 Aum. Unto my mother's prayers, I bend my Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face?


[Kneels. Open the door, or I will break it open.

York. Against them both, my true joints bended The King opens the door, enter York.


[k'neels. Boling. What is the mater, uncle? speak; Dil may'st thou thrive, if thou grant any grace! Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, 45| Dutch. Pleads be in earnest? look upon his face; That we may arm us to encounter it. [know His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest;

York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt His words come from his mouth, ours from our The treason that my haste forbids me show. (past :

breast: Aum. Remember, as thou read’st, thy promise He prays but faintly, and would be deny’d; I do repent me; read not my name there, 50 We pray with heart, and soul, and all beside: My heart is not confederate with my hand. His weary joints would gladly rise, I know;

York.'Twas, villain,ere thy hand did set it down.-- Ourknees shall kneel 'till to the ground they grow: I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king;

His prayers are full of false hypocrisy ; Fear, and not love, begets his penitence:

Ours, of true zeal and deep integrity.
Forget to pity hii, lest thy pity prove 55 Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have
A serpent ihat will sting thee to the heart. That mercy, which true prayers ought to have.

Boling. Oheinous, strong, and bold conspiracy!- Boling. Good aunt, stand up.
O loyal father of a treacherous son!

Dutch. Nay, do not say—stand up;
Thou sheer', immaculate, and silver fountain, But, pardon, first ; and afterwards, stand up;
From whence this stream through mudrly passages 60 And if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach,
Hath held his current, and delil'd himself! |Pardon--should be the first word of thy speech.

sheer is pellucid, clear. ? That is, " The overflow of good in thee is turned to bad in thy son.? To digress is to deviate from what is right and regular. Alluding to an interlude well known in our author's time.

I nerer


I never long'd to hear a word 'till now:

And here is not a creature but myself, Say-pardon, king; let pity teach thee how: cannot do it ;-Yet I'll hammer it out. 'The word is short, but not so short as sweet; My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; No word like, pardon, for kings' mouths so meet. My soul, the ta her: and these two beget York. Speak it in French, king; say, pardonnez 5 A generation of still-breeding thoughts, moy'.

And these same thoughts people this little world;
Dutch. Dosíthou teach pardon pardon todestroy! In humours, like the people of this world,
Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, For no thought is contented. The better sort,-

That set'st the word itself against the word! — As thoughts of things divine,-are intermix d
Speak, pardon, as ’tis current in our land; 10 With scruples, and do set the word itself
The chopping French we do not understand. Against the word:
Thine eve begins to speak, set thy tongue there: As thus,-Come, little ones; and then again,
Or, in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear; It is us hard to come, as for a camel
That, hearing how our plaintsand prayers do pierce, To thread the postern of a needle's eye.
Pity may move thee pardon to rehearse. 15 Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Boling. Good aunt, stand


Unlikey wonders; how these vain weak nails Dutch. I do not sue to stand,

May tear a passage through the flinty ribs Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.

Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls; Biling. I pardon him, as heaven shall pardon me. And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.

Dutch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! 20 Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves, Yet am I sick for fear; speak it again;

That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain, Nor shall not be the last: Like silly beggars, But makes one pardon strong,

Who, siting in the stocks, refuge their shame,Boling. With all


That many have, and others must sit there:
I pardon him.

25 And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Dutch. A god on earth thou art. [the abbot”, Bearing their own misfortune on the back

Boling. But for our trusty brother-in-law,-and Of such as have before endur'd the like. With all the rest of that consorted crew,

Thus play 1, in one person, many people, Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.

And none contented: Sometimes am I king; Goodi uncle; help to order several powers

30 Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar, To Oxford, or where-e'er these traitors are : And so I am: then crushing penury They shall not live within this world, I swear,

Persuades me, I was better when a king; But I will have them, if I once knew where. Then am I king’d again : and, by-and-by, Uncle, farewel ;-and, cousin, too, adieu: Think, that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true. 35 and straight am nothing :-But whai-e'er I am, Dutch. Come, my old son; I pray heaven Norl, nor any man, that but man is, make thee new.

[Exeunt. With nothing shall be pleas'd, ’ull he be eas'd SCENE IV.

With being nothing.-Music do I hear? [Music.

Ha, ha! keep time:-How sour sweet music is, Enter Erton, and a Sercant.

40 When time is broke, and no proportion kept? Erton. Didst thou not mark the king, what So is it in the musick of men's lives. words he spake?

And here have I the daintiness of ear, Hate I no friend teill rid me of this living fear? To hear time broke in a disorder'd string; Was it not so?

But, for the concord of my state and time, Sere. Those were his very words. (twice, 45Had not an ear to bear my true time broké.

Exton. Have I nogriend quoth he: he spake it I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. And urg'd it twice together; did he not? For now haih time made me his numb'ring clock: Sury. He did.

My thoughts are minutes; and, with sighs,theyjar, Erton. And speaking it, be wistly look don me. Their watches to mine eyes, the outward watch', A who should say,— would, thou wert the man 50 Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, That would divorce this terror from my heart; Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears, Meaning, the king at Pomtret. Come, let's go; Now, sir, the sound, that tells what hour it is, I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe. [Ere. Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart,

Which is the bell: So sighs, and tears, and groans, SCENE V.

155 Shew minutes, times, and hours :--but my time The Prison at Pomfret Castle.

Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud jov, Enter King Richurd.

While I stand fooling here, his jack o'the clock“. K. Rich. I have been studying how to compare This music mads me, let it sound no more; This prison, where I live, unto the world; For, though it hath holp madmen to their wits, And, for because the world is populous,

in me, it seems, it will make wise men mad. i That is, ercuse me. 2 The abbot of Westminster was an ecclesiastic; but the brother-in-law meant was Jobu duke of Exeter and earl of Huntingdon (own brother to king Richard II.) and who had married with the lady Elizabeth, sister of Henry of Bolingbroke. "By the word I


is meant the Scriptures. To jar probably here means, tu make that noise which is called ticking.

Watch seems to be used in a double sense, for a quantity of time, and for the instrument which measure, time. oi. e. I strike for him.




Yet, blessing on his heart that gives it me! That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce For 'tis a sign of love; love to Richard


[land. Is a strange brooch' in this all-hating world. Hath with the king's blood stain’d the king's own

Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Enter Groom.

5 Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. Groom. Hail, royal prince!

[Dies. K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer;

Exton. As full of valour as of royal blood: The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. Both have I spilt; Oh, would the deed were good! What art thou? and how comest thou hither, For now the devil, that told me-I did well, Where no man ever comes, but that sad dog? 10 Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. That brings me food, to make misfortune live? This dead king to the living king I'll bear ;

Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. When thou wert king; who, travelling towards

[Excunt. York, With much ado, at length have gotten leave 15


VI. To look upon my sometime royal master's face.

The Court at Windsor, 0, how it yearn'd my heart, when I beheld, In London streets, that coronation day,

Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary!

Lords and attendants. That horse, that thou so often hath bestrid; 20 Boling. Kind uncleYork,the latest news we hear, That horse, that I so carefully have dress’d! Is—that the rebels have consuni'd with fire K. Rich. Rode be on Barbáry? Tell


gentle Our town of Cicester in Glostershire; friend,

But whether they be ta’en, or slain, we hear not. How went he under him?

Enter Northumberland.
Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground. 25
K. Rich. So proud, that Bolingbroke was on his

Welcome, my lord: What is the news? [ness. back!

North. First to thy sacred state wish I all happiThat jade hath eat bread froin my royal hand ; The next news is,- I have to London sent This hand hath made him proud with clapping him; The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent: Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down, 30 The manner of their taking may appear (Since pride must have a fall) and break the neck At large discoursed in this paper here. Of that proud man, that did usurp his back?

[Presenting a paper. Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,

Boling. We thank thee, gentlePercy,for thy pains; Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,

And to thy worth will add right worthy gains, Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse; 35

Enter Fitzwater.
And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
Spur-gall’d, and tir'd, by jauncing 'Dolingbroke.

Fits. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to

Enter keeper with a dish.
Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.

The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely;
[To the Groom. 40

Two of the dangerous consorted traitors, K.Rich. If thou love me,'tis time thou wert away.

That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart

Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; [Exit.

Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Keep: My lord, will't please you to fall to? Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle.
K. Rich. 'Taste of it first, as thou wert wont to do. 45

Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of West, Keep. My lord, I dare not; Sir Pierce of Exton,

minster, Who late came from the king, commands the With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, contrary,

[thee! Hath yielded up his body to the grave: K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and But here is Carlisle living, to abide Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. 50 Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride.' [Beats the Keep. Boling, Carlisle, this is

your doom : Keep, Help, help, help!

Chuse out some secret place,some reverend room, Enter Exton, and Servants.

More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; K. Rich. How now? what means death in this

So, as thou liv’st in peace, die free from strife: rude assault?

[ment.55 For tho' mine enemy thou hast ever been, Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's instru

High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. [Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Gothou,andfill another room in hell.[Kills another

Erter Erton, with a coffin. (Exton strikes him dozun. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, 160 Thy bury'd fear: herein all breathless lies

'i. e. is ás strange and uncommon as a brooch, which is now no longer worn. Meaning, that grave, gloomy villain, who brings, &c. : Jaunce and jaunt were synonimous words.


shall say:

Wil | Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present


The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,

With Cain go wander through the shade of night, Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. and never shew thy head by day nor light.Boling: Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, wrought

hat blood should sprinkleme, to make me grow: A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand,

5 Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, Upon my head, and all this famous land. [deed. And put on sullen black incontinent; Érton. From your own mouth, my lord, did this P'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, Poling. They love not poison, that do poison need, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand:Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, March sadly after; grace my inouruings here, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. 10 In weeping after this untimely bier. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,


[Ereunt omnes But neither my good word, nor princely favour:








King HENRY the Fourth.

Sir Walter BLUNT. HENRY, Prince of Wales,

Sir JOHN FALSTAFF. John, Duke? of Lancaster,

sons to the King

Poins. Earl of WORCESTER.



EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of Alarch.
SCROOP, Archbishop of York.

Lady PERCY, quife to Hotspur, sister to AlorARCHIBALD, Earl of Douglas.

timer. Owen GLENDOWER.

Lady MORTIMER, daughter to Glendower, and Sir RICHARD VERNON,

wife to Mortimer. Earl of WESTMORELAND.

Quickly, hostess of a tavern in Eastchcap. Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawer's, two Carriers, Truvellers, and Attendants, &c.,

SCENE, England.



S C Ε Ν Ε Ι.

To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote.
The Court in London.

No more the thirsty entrance of this soil

Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; Enter King Henry, Earl of Westmoreland, Sir

No more shall trenching war channel her tields, Walter Blunt, and others.

5 Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan, with care,

Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,

frighted to Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, pant,

All of one nature, of one substance bred, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils Did lately meet in the intestine shock

"The transactions contained in this historical drama are comprised within the period of about ten months: for the action commences with the news brought of Hotspur having defeated the Scots under Archibald earl Douglas at Holmedon, (or Halidown-hill), which battle was fought on Holyrood-day (the 14th of September) 1402; and it closes with the defeat and death of Hotspur at Shrewsbury'; which engagenient happened on Saturday the 21st of July (the eve of St. Mary Magdalen) in the year 1403. Dr. Johnson remarks, that “Shakspeare has apparently designed a regular connection of these dramatic histories from Richard the Second to Henry the Fifth. King Henry, at the end of Richard the Second, declares his purpose to visit the Iloly Land, which he resumes in this speech. The complaint made by king Henry in the last act of Richard the Second, of the wildness of his son, prepares the reader for the frolicks which are here to be recounted, and the characters which are now to be exhibited.” Mr. Steevens says, it should be Prince John of Lancaster, and adıls, that the persons of the drama were originally collected by Mr. Rowe, who has given the title of Duke of Lancaster to Prince John, a mistake which Shakspeare has been no where guilty of in the first part of this play, though in the second he has fallen into the same error, K. Henry IV. was himself the last person that ever bore the title of Duke of Lancaster. But all his sons ('till they had peerages, as Clarence, Bedford, Gloucester) were distinguished by the name of the royal house, as John of Lancaster, Humphry of Lancaster, &c. and in that proper style, the present John (who became afterwards so illustrious by the title of Duke of Bedford) is always mentioned in the play before us.


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