Ross. The earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm. Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man. North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth over him. Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars, His burdenous taxations notwithstanding, But by the robbing of the banish'd duke. North. His noble kinsman: most degenerate king! But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, And unavoided is the danger now, For suffering so the causes of our wreck. Ross. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there. [Exeunt SCENE II.-The same.-A Room in the Palace. Enter QUEEN, BUSHY, and BAGOT. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad: You promis'd, when you parted with the king, Queen. To please the king, I did; to please myself, I cannot do it; yet I know no cause Which show like grief itself, but are not so: Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows not seen: Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Persuades me, it is otherwise: Howe'er it be, North. Not so; even through the hollow eyes I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad, of death, I spy life peering; but I dare not say dost ours. Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland: We three are but thyself; and, speaking, so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold. North. Then thus :-I have from Port le Blanc, a bay In Brittany, receiv'd intelligence, That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham, All these well furnish'd by the duke of Bretagne, With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, Are making hither with all due expedience, As, though, in thinking, on no thought I And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Queen. Now God in heaven forbid ! worse, The lord Northumberland, his young son Henry Percy, The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland, And all the rest of the revolting faction Green. We have: whereon the earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: I will despair, and be at cnmity Who gently would dissolve the bauds of life, Green. Here comes the duke of York. O full of careful business are his looks!-- For heaven's sake, speak comfortable words. York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, care, and grief. Your husband he is gone to save far off, Enter a SERVANT, Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came. York. He was ?-Why, so !-go all which way The nobles they are fled, the commons cold, Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster: Serv. My lord, I bad forgot to tell your lord- To-day, as I came by, I called there; Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. York. God for his mercy! what a tide of don me.- Go, fellow, [To the SERVANT.] get thee home, • Disloyalty. Well, somewhat we must do.-Come, cousin, ווי Dispose of you Go, muster up your men [Exeunt YORK and QUEEN, Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power, Is all impossible. Green. Besides our nearness to the king in love, Is near the hate of those love not the king. Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for their love Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally condemu'd. Bugot. If judgment lie in them, then go do we, Because we ever have been near the king. Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol castle : The earl of Wiltshire is already there. Bushy. Thither will I with you for little office The hateful commons will perform for us: Bagot. No: I'll to Ireland to his majesty. Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke. Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he under takes Is-numb’ring sands, and drinking oceans dry; Where one on his side fights, thousands will y. Bushy. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and ever. Green. Well, we may meet again, Bago. I fear me, never. [Exeunt. SCENE 111.-The Wilds in Glostershire. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces. Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? North. Believe me, noble lord, I am a stranger here in Glostershire. Which, I protest hath very much beguil'd hath done By sight of what I have, your noble company. Boling. Of much less value is my company, But who comes here? Than your good words. Enter HARRY PERCY. North It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whenceso Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office, and dispers'd The housebold of the king. North. What was his reason? He was not so resolv'd, when last we spake together. Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor. But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not Which ne'er I did remember: to my know- I never in my life did look on him. the duke. Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; Enter YORK attended. Boling. I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person.-My noble [Kneels. uncle ! York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false. Boling. My gracious uncle ! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle : ground? to march So many miles upon her peaceful bosom ; men, Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be From forth the ranks of many thousand French North. How far is it to Berkley? And what stir Keeps good old York there, with his men of war ? Percy. There stands the castle, by you of trees, tuft Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard : And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, Seymour; None else of name, and noble estimate. Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. North. Here come the lords of Ross Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. love pursues I wot* and O then, how quickly should this arm of mine, Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my on what condition stands it, and wherein ? York. Even in condition of the worst de gree, In gross rebellion and detested treason: Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd But as I come, I come for Lancaster. I see old Gaunt alive; O then, my father! your A banish'd traitor; all my treasury noble lord. Willo. And far surmounts our labour to at-He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, tain it. Boling. Evermore thanks the exchequer the poor; of To rouse his wrongs, † and chase them to the North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. to you. Boling. My lord, my answer caster; To raze one title of your honour out:- bay. I am denied to sue my livery here, North. The noble duke hath been too much Ross. It stands your grace upon, § to do him right. Willo. Base men by his endowments are arms; I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. For I am loath to break our country's laws. SCENE IV-A Camp in Wales. And hardly kept our countrymen together, The king reposeth all his confidence Capt. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, kings. or fall of Farewell; our countrymen are gone and fled, [Exit. Sal. Ah! Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory, like a shooting star, Fall to the base earth from the firmament ! ACT III. [Exit. For 'twere no charity: yet, to wash your blood And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks wrongs. Myself-a prince, by fortune of my birth, Eating the bitter bread of banishment; From my own windows torn my household Raz'd out my impress, leaving me no sign, Condemus you to the death :-See them deliver'd to me, Than Bolingbroke to England.-Lords, farewell. Green. My comfort is,-that heaven will take our souls, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them despatch'd. [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with Prisoners. Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated: Tell her, I send to her my kind commends; Take special care my greetings be deliver'd, York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, away; To fight with Glendower and his complices; [Exeunt. Awhile to work, and, after, holiday. SCENE II.-The Coast of Wales.-A castle in view. Enter Flourish: Drums and Trumpets. King RICHARD, Bishop of CARLISLE, AUMERLE, and Soldiers. K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand? Aum. Yea, my lord: how brooks your grace the air, After late tossing on the breaking seas? K. Rich. Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy. To stand upon my kingdom once again.- As a long parted mother with her child meeting; So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, SCENE I.-BOLINGBROKE's Camp at Bristol. And do thee favour with my royal bands. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Enter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBER- Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense : LAND, PERCY, WILLOUGHBY, ROSs: Off-But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, cers behind with BUSHY and GREEN, Pri soners. Boling. Bring forth these men.Busby, and Green, I will not vex your souls (Since presently your souls must part your bodies,) With too much urging your pernicious lives, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, Which with usurping steps do trample thee. Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies ; Car. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that made you king, Hath power to keep you king in spite of all. The means that heaven yields must be brac'd, em And not neglected; else, if heaven would, Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not, That when the searching eye of heaven is hid Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves? So when this thief, this traitor Bolingbroke, For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd, Enter SALISBURY. Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your power ? Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord, Than this weak arm: Discomfort guides my tongue, And bids me speak of nothing but despair. To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, Awake, thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep'st. Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who Enter SCROOP. Scroop. More health and happiness betide my liege, Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him. K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepar'd ; The worst is worldly loss, thou canst unfold. Scroop. Glad am that your highness is so arm'd To bear the tidings of calamity. As if the world were all dissolv'd to tears; White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices, Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints tale so ill. Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Bushy? where is Green? Scroop. Peace have they made with him, indeed, my lord. K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption ! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! Suakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart! Three Judasses, each one thrice worse than Judas! Would they make peace? terrible hell make |