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Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, That laid the sentence of dread banishment
On yon proud man, should take it off again
Or not remember, what I must be now ! To watch the fearful bending of thy knee. Swell'st thou,proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat,
[To Northumberland. Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. Because we thought ourself thy lawful king : Aum. Northumberland comes back from BolingAnd if we be, how dare thy joints forget
broke. To pay their awful duty to our presence?
K. Rich, What must the king do now? Must he If we be not, show us the hand of God,
I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads;
My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood ; Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
My scepter, for a palmer's walking-staff'; Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behalf,
My subjects, for a pair of carved saints ; Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike And my large kingdom, for a little grave, Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,
A little little grave, an obscure grave :That lift your vassal hands against my head, Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, And thread the glory of my precious crown. Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet Tell Bolingbroke, ( for yond, methinks, he is,) May hourly trample on their sovereign's head: That every stride, he makes upon my land, For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; Is dangerous treason. He is come to ope
And, buried once, why not apon my head? -The purple testament of bleeding war;
Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin! But ere the crown, he looks for, live in peace, We'll make foul weather with despised tears ; Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, Shall ill become the flower of England's face, And make a dearth in this revolting land. Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, To scarlet indignation, and bedew
And make some pretty match with shedding tears? Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. As thus: to drop them still upon one place,
North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the king Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
Within the earth, and, therein laid, — Therein lies
Would not this ill do well ?— Well, well, I see,
I That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones, I talk bud idly, and you mock at me. -And by the royalties of both your bloods, Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, Currents, that spring from one most gracious head, What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
Give Richard leave to live, till Richard die? And by the worth and honour of himself,
You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says - ay. Comprising all, that may be sworn or said:
North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend His coming hither hath no further scope,
Tospeak with you ; may't please you to come down? Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering Enfranchisement immediate on his knees.
Phaeton, Which on thy royal party granted once,
Wanting the manage of unruly jades. His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
[Vorth, retires to Boling. His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
In the base court ? Base court, where kings grow base, To faithful service of your majesty..
To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. This swears he, as he is a prince, is just :
In the base court? Come down? Down court! down And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.
king! K. Rich. Northumberland, say, thus the king For pight-owls shriek, where mounting larks should returns: -
[Exeunt, from above. His noble cousin is right welcome hither,
Boling. What says his majesty ?
North. Sorrow and grief of heart
Yet he is come.
Boling. Stand all a part,
(To Aumerle. And show fair duty to his majesty !To look so poorly, and to speak so fair?
My gracious lord,
[Kneeling. Shall we call back Northumberland, and send K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
To make the base earth proud with kissing it : Aum. No, good my lord ; let's fight with gentle Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, words,
Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy. Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, swords,
Thus high at least, (touching his own head. ) alK. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this tongue of
though your knee be low. mine,
Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
K. Rich. Your own is yours and I am yours, and all. Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf.
I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land,
Had he done so to great and growing men,
Enter the Queen, and two Ladies. We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.
Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be
Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd,
To a dear friend of the good duke of York's,
That tell black tidings.
likeness, Coming from her concealment.
Set to dress this garden, how dares
Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?
What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee
To make a second fall of cursed man?
Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos’d?
Dar'st thou, thou little better thing, than earth,
Divine his downfal ? Say, where, when, and how,
Cam’st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thouwretch !
Gard. Pardon me, madam ! little joy have I,
King Richard, he is in the mighty hola
of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh’d.
And some few vanities, that make him light;
And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
Post you to London, and you'll find it so;
I speak no more, than every one doth know.
Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
[Queen and Ladies retire. Thy sorrow in my breast.--Come, ladies, go,
I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow.
[Exeunt Oileen and Ladies.
Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be po
I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.
In the remembrance of a weeping queen. [Exeunt.
A CT Ir.
the Lords temporal
on the left; the Coinmons below. Gard. Hold thy peace!
Enter BolingBroke, Aumente, Surrey, NOTHUMBERHe, that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, LAND,
PERCY, FırzWATER, another Lord, Bi
shop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, and| In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse ! Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind,
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
And lies, and lies. There is my bond of faith,
Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man ! As I intend to thrive in this new world,
To execute the noble duke at Calais. That reacheth from the restful English court Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage, As far as Calais, to my uncle's head?
That Norfolk lies! here do I throw down this, Amongst much other talk, that very time,
If he may be repueal'd to try his honour. I heard you say, that you had rather refuse Boling. These differences shall all rest under gage, The offer of an hundred thousand crowns, Till Norfolk be repeald: repeal'd he shall be, Than Bolingbroke's return to England ;
And, though mine enemy, restor'd again
Against Aumerle we will enforce this trial.
Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.-
For Jesu Christ, in glorious Christian field On equal terms to give him chastisement ? Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd
Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens, With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.
And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself There is my gage, the manual seal of death, To Italy, and there, at Venice, gave That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, His body to that pleasant country's earth, And will maintain, what thou hast said is false, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, In thy heart-blood, thou being all too base
Under whose colours he had fought so long. To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. Car. As sure as I live, my lord.
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the
Enter YORK, attended.
Worst in this royal presence may, I speak,
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot oft, Of noble Richard ! then true nobless would
Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
What subject can give sentence on his king? Lord. I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle: And who sits here that is not Richard's subject? And spur thee on with full as many lies,
Thieves are not judg’d, but they are by to hea As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear
Although apparent guilt be seen in them. From sun to sun. There is my
pawn ; And shall the figure of God's majesty, Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st!
His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Be judg’d by subject and inferior breath,
And he himself not present? O, forbid it, God,
Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king.
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king : Surrey. Dishonourable boy!
And if you crown him, let me prophesy, -
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars
Thoud That e
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound; With mine own hands I give away my crown,
Nodee The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls. All pomp and majesty I do forswear;
So mas O, if you rear this house against this house, My manors, rents, and revenues, I forego; It will the woefullest division prove,
Like to My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny: That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe! Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd;
Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
As brit May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit. And send him many years of sunshine days!-Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view What more remains ?
Perth He may surrender; so we shall proceed
Norih.No more, but that you read (Offering a paper.
Forsi York. I will be his conduct. [Exit. Committed by your person, and your followers,
Boli Boling. Lords, you that are here under our arrest, Against the state and profit of this land; Procure your sureties for your days of answer! – That, by confessing them, the souls of men Little are we beholden to your love, [To Carlisle. May deem, that you are worthily depos’d.
The si And little look'd for at your helping hands.
K. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel out Re-enter YORK, with King Richard, and Officers My weav’d-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland,
Andt bearing the crown, etc.
If thy offences were upon record,
Ther Wherewith I reign’d? I hardly yet have learn'd There should'st thou find one heinous article,
Fort To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee: Containing the deposing of a king, Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,
How To this submission ! Yet I well remember Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:
And The favours of these men: were they not mine? Nav, all of you, that stand and look upon me,
Shal Did they not sometime cry, All hail! to me? Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, -
Bo So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,
Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand, Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
To Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,
11 God save the king !- Will no man say amen?
And water cannot wash away your sin.
Bei God save the king! although I be not he;
K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:
K To do what service am I sent for hither?
But they can see a sort of traitors here. York. To do that office, of thine own good will, Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
K. Which tired majesty did make thee offer: I find myself a traitor with the rest;
Bc The resignation of thy state and crown For I have given here my soul's consent,
K. To Henry Bolingbroke.
To undeck the pompous body of a king,
X. Here, on this side, my hand, on that side, thine! North. My lord,
Tha Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insulting That owes two buckets filling one another;
man, The emptier ever dancing in the air,
Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, The other down, unseen, and full of water:
No, not that name was given me at the font,
But 'tis usurp'd. — Alack the heavy day,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
To melt myself away in water-drops!
An if my word be sterling yet in England, K. Rich. Your cares, set up, do not pluck my cares Letit command a mirror hither straight; down.
That I may show me what a face I have, My care is loss of care, by old care done;
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty. Your careis gain of care, by new care won:
Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking-glass! The cares I give, I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth
come! Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown? K. Rich. Ay, no ;
no, ay: -- for I must nothing be; K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come to Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.
hell. Now mark me, how I will undo myself!
Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland! I give this heavy weight from off my head,
North. The commons will not then be satisfied. And this unwieldy scepter from my hand,
K. Rich. They shall be satisfied ; I'll read enough,
When I do see the very book indeed,
(Exit am Attendunt.
Re-enter Attendant, with a glass. To whose flint bosom my condemned lord
Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke.
Have any resting for her true king's queen,
Enter King RICHARD, and Guards. Like to my followers in prosperity,
But soft, but see, or rather do not see, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face, My fair rose wither! Yet look up! behold, That every day under his household roof
That you in pity may dissolve to dew, Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears. That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Ah, thou, the mode), where old Troy did stand! Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies,
Thou map of honour! thou king Richard's tomb, And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke?
And not king Richard! thou most beauteousinn, A brittle glory shineth in this face:
Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee, As brittle as the glory is the face;
When triumph is become an alehouse guest ? [Đashes the glass against the ground. K.Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. — To make my end too sudden! Learn, good soul, Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,
To think our former state a happy dream, How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.
From which awak'd, the truth of what we are Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd Shows us but this : I am sworn brother, sweet, The shadow of your face.
To grim necessity; and he and I K. Rich. Say that again!
Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, The shadow of'my sorrow? Ha! let's see:
And cloister thee in some religious house! 'Tis very true, my grieflies all within,
Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, And these external manners of lament
Which our profane hours here have stricken down. Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,
Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul.
Transforzı'd, and weaken'd ? Hath Bolingbroke There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, Depos'd thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st
The lion, rlying, thrusteth forth his paw, Mecause to wail, but teachest me the way;
And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage How to Jament the cause. I'll beg one boon,
To be o’erpower’d; and wilt thou, pupil-like, And then be gone, and trouble you no more.
Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod, Shall I obtain it?
And fawu on rage with base humility, Boling. Name it, fair cousin !
Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? K. Rich. T'air cousin? Why, I am greater, than a king. K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; ifaught but beasts, For, when I was a king, my flatterers
I had been stiil a happy king of men. Were then but subjects; being now a subject, Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France! Uhave a king here to my flatterer,
Think, I am dead, and that even here thou tak'st, Being so great, I have no need to beg.
As from my death-bed, my last living leave! Boling. Yet ask.
In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire K. Rich. And shall I have?
With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Boling. You shall.
Of woeful ages, long ago betid: K. Rich. Then give me leave to go!
And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, Boling. Whither?
Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
I'or why, the senseless brands will sympathize
And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,
North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd: (Exeunt all but the Ibbot, Bishop of Carlisle, You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. – and Aumerle.
And, madam, there is order ta’en for you;. Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. With all swilt speed you must away to France. Cur. The woes to come; the children yet unborn K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder, whereShall feel this day as sharp to them, as thorn.
withal Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?
The time shall not be many hours of age Abbot. Before I freely speak my mivd herein, More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, You shall not only take the sacrament,
Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think, To bury mine intents, but to effect
Though he divide the realns, and give thee hall, Whatever I shall happen to devise.
It is too little, helping him to all; I see your brows are full of discontent,
And he shall think, that thou, which !now'st the way
Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way
The love of wicked friends converts to fear ;
That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both,
To worthy danger, and deserved death.
Take leave, and part! for you must part forthwith. Queen. This way the king will come ; this is the way K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd ? - Bad men, ye violate To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower,
A twofold marriage: 'twixt my crown and me,