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My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus || O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine,
Now prisoner to the palsy, chástise thee,
On what condition stands it, and wherein ?
Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come,
Before the expiration of thy time,
In braving arins against thy sovereign.
Boling. As I was banishid, I was banish'd Here loughby,
But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye :
You are my father, for, Inethinks, in you
I see old Gaunt alive ; 0 then, my father!
Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble A. wand'ring vagabond ; my rights and royalties lord.
Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away Willo. And far surmounts our labour to at. If that my cousin king be king of England,
To upstart unthrifts ? Wherefore was I born? tain it. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsonan;
It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster. poor, Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,
Had you first died, and he been thus trod down,
He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
To rouse his wrongs, 4 and chase them to the bay.
I am denied to sue my liverys here,
And yet my letters-patent give me leave :
My father's goods are all distrain'd, and sold;
And challenge law : Attornies are denied me;
And therefore personally I lay my claim
my inheritance of free descent.
North. The noble duke hath been too much meaning,
Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right.
Willo. Base men by his endowments are made The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on
York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,
I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs,
And labour'd all I could to do him right:
But in this kind to come, in braving arms,
To find out right with wrong,-it may not be ; Here comes his grace in person.-My noble uncle! | And you, that do abet him in this kind,
(Kneels. Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy North. The noble duke hath sworn, his comingis knee,
But for his own : and, for the right of that, Whose duty is deceivable and false.
We all have strongly sworn to give him ajd ; Boling. My gracious uncle !
And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath.
York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms;
But, if I could, by him that gave me life,
I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well ;-
Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accepi.
By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices,
(2) Time of the king's absence. (5) Possession of my land, &c.
I'll pause ;
For I am loath to break our country's laws. Condemns you to the death :-See them deliver'd
[Ereunt. Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me,
Than Bolingbroke lo England.-Lords, farewell. SCENE IV.-A camp in Wales. Enter Salis
Green. My comfort is,—that heaven will take bury, and a Captain.
our souls, Capt. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, | And plague injustice with the pains of hell. And hardly kept our countrymen together,
Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them And yet we hear no lidings from the king;
despatch'd Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.
(Ece. North. and others with prisoners. Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; | Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house ; The king reposeth all bis confidence
For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : In thee.
Tell her, I send to her my kind commends ;5 Capt. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. stay.
York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, With letters of your love to her at large. And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth,
away; And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change ; To fight with Glendower and his complices; Rich men look sad, and ruffjans dance and leap, Awhile to work, and, after, holiday, (Exeunt. The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other, to enjoy by rage and war:
SCENE II.-The coast of Wales. A castle in
view. Flourish : drums and trumpets. Enter These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.
King Richard, Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Farewell'; our countrymen are gone and fled,
and soldiers. As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. (Erit.
Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at I see thy glory, like a shooting star,
hand ? Fall to the base earth from the firmament!
Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
the air, Witnessing storms to come, wo, and unrest : After late tossing on the breaking seas? Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes ;
K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep for And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. (Exit. joy,
To stand upon my kingdom once again.
As a long parted mother with her child
Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting; SCENE 1.—Bolingbroke's camp at Bristol. En. So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, ter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Percy,
And do thee favour with my royal hands. Willoughby, Ross : officers behind with Bushy Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, and Green, prisoners..
Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense :
But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, Boling. Bring forth these men.
And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, (Since presently your souls must part your bodies,) || Which with usurping steps do trample thee. With too much urging your pernicious lives, Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies : For 'twere no charity: yet, to wash your blood And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, From off my hands, here, in the view of men, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder, I will unfold some causes of your death.
Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch You have misled a prince, a royal king,
Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords ; By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean.! This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; Shall falter under foul rebellious arms. Broke the possession of a royal bed,
Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that And staind the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
you king, With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul | Hath power to keep you king, in spite of all. wrongs.
The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth; And not neglected; else, if heaven would, Near to the king in blood ; and near in love, And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; Till you did make him misinterpret me, The proffer'd means of succour and redress. Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss ; And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, Eating the bitter bread of banishment :
Grows strong and great, in substance, and in Whilst you have fed upon my signories,
friends. Dispark'd2 my parks, and feil'd my forest woods ; K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou From my own windows torn my household coat,3
not, Raz'd out my impress, leaving me no sign, That when the searching eye of heaven is hid Save men's opinions, and my living blood, - Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, To show the world I am a gentleman.
Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen, This, and mucb more, much more than twice all this, || In murders and in outrage, bloody here ; (1) Completely. (?) Thrown down the bedges. (3) Of arms. (4) Motto. (5) Commendations
But when, from under this terrestrial ball, The worst is-death, and death will have his day.
steel. His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless Not able to endure the sight of day;
scalps But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.
Against thy majesty ; boys, with women's voices, Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints Can wash the balm from an anointed king : In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: The breath of worldly men cannot depose Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows The deputy elected by the Lord :
of double-fatal yew against thy state; For every inan that Boling broke hath pressid, Yea, distatt-women manage rusty bills To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay And all goes worse than I have power to tell, A glorious angel : then, if angels fight,
K Rich. Too well, too well, thou tellist a tale Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the right.
Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? Enter Salisbury.
What is become of Bushy? where is Green?
l'hat they have let the dangerous enemy Welcome, my lord; How far off lics your power ?' | Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ?
Sal. Nor near, nor further ofi, my gracious lord, If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it.
Suakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state;
heart! For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Are gone to Boling broke, dispers'd, and Hed. Would they make peace ? terrible hell make war Aum. Comfort, my liege : why looks your grace Upon their spotted souls for this offence! so pale?
Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate :
Again uncurse their souls ; their peace is made Did triumph in my face, and they are Aed; With heads, and not with hands : those whom you And, till so much blood thither come again,
curse, Have I not reason to look pale and dead? Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, All souls that will be safe, fly from my side; And lie full low, gravid in the bollow ground. For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wilt. Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.
sbire, dead? K. Rich. I had forgot myself: Am I not king? Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their Awake, thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep'st.
heads. Is not the king's name forty thousand names ? Aum. Where is the duke, my father, with his Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes
power? At thy great glory.-Look not to the ground, K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man Ye favourites of a king ; Are we not high?
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Let's choose executors, and talk of wills:
And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath, Scroop. More health and happiness betide my | Save our deposed bodies to the ground liege,
Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him. And nothing can we call our cwn, but death; K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart pre- || And that small model of the barren earth, par'd;
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. The worsi is worldly loss, thou canst unfold. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care ; And tell sad stories of the death of kings :And what loss is it, to be rid of care?
How some have been depor'd, some slain in war; Strives Boling broke to be as great as we? Some haunted by the ghosts they have depoe'd ; Greater he shall not be ; if he serve God, Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd; We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so: All murder'd :-For within the hollow crown, Revolt our subjects that we cannot mend; That rounds the mortal temples of a king, They break their faith to God, as well as us : Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Cry, wo, destruction, ruin, loss, decay ; Scotting his state, and grinning at his pomp;
Allowing him a breath, a little scene (1) Force
To monarchize, be fear's, and kill with looks ;
Infusing him with self and vain conceit, North. Your grace mistakes me; only to be brief,
Would you have been so brief with him, he would Bores through his castle wall, and-farewell king! Have been so brief with you, lo shorten you, Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood For taking so the head,6 your whole head's length. With solemn reverence; throw away respect, Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,
should For you have but mistook me all this while : York. Take not, good cousin, further than you I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,
should, Need friends Subjected thus,
mis-take : The heavens are o'er your head. How can you say to me-I am a king ?
Boling. I know it, uncle ; and oppose not Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present Myself against their will.-But who comes here?
woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail.
Enter Percy. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, And so your follies fight against yourself. Against thy entrance. Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight : Boling. Royally! And fight and die, is death destroying death ; Why, it contains no king? Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath. Percy.
Yes, my good lord, Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him;|| It doth contain a king; king Richard lies And learn to make a body of a limb.
Within the limits of yon lime and stone: K. Rich. Thou chid'sť me well :--Proud B. And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, lingbroke, I come
Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman To change blows with thee for our day of doom. Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn. This ague-fit of fear is over-blown ;
North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. An easy task it is, to win our own.
Boling. Noble lord,
(To North. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? | Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour. Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle? Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.
The state and inclination of the day: Harry Bolingbroke So may you by my dull and heavy eye, On both his knees doth kiss king Richard's hand;
My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, I play the torturer, by small and small,
To his most royal person : hither come
:-|Even at his feet to lay my arms and power;
And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, K. Rich. Thou hast said enough. Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: Beshrew2 thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
(To Aumerle. It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench of that sweet way I was in to despair !
The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, What say you now? What comfort have we now ? My stooping duty tenderly shall show. By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,
Go, signify as much; while here we march That bids me be of comfort any more.
Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.Go, to Flint castle; there I'll pine away;
(Northumberland advances to the castle, A king, wo's slave, shall kingly wo obey.
with a trumpet. That power: I have, discharge ; and let them go Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, To eart the land that hath some hope to grow,
That from the castle's totter'd battlements For I have none :--Let no man speak again Our fair appointments may be well perus'd. To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet Aum. My liege, one word.
With no less terror than the elements K. Rich.
He does me double wrong, of fire and water, when their thundering shock That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. Discharge my followers, let them hence :-Away,|| Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: From Richard's night, to Boling broke's fair day. The rage be his, while on the earth I rain
(Exeunt. My waters; on the earth, and not on him. SCENE III.-Wales. Before Flint Castle. En
March on, and mark king Richard how he looks. ter, with drum and colours, Bolingbroke and A parle sounded, and answered by another trun. forces ; York, Northumberland, and others. pet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls king Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn,
Richard, the bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop, The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury
and Salisbury. Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear, With some few private friends, upon this coast. As doth the blushing discontented sun
North. The news is very fair and good, my lord ; From out the fiery portal of the east;
York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland, To dim his glory, and to stain the track
(5) Short. (6) Such liberty. (7) Parley
As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
K, Rich. O God ! O God! that e'er this tongue Controlling majesty Alack, alack, for wo,
of mine, That any harm should stain so fair a show! That laid the sentence of dread banishment K. Rich. We are amaz'd; and thus long have On yon proud man, should take it off again
With words of sooth 3 O, that I were as great To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, As is my grief, or lesser than my name !
(To Northumberland. Or that I could forget what I have been ! Because we thought ourself thy lawful king : Or not remember what I must be now ! And if we be, how dare thy joints forget Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to To pay their awful duty to our presence?
beat, If we be not, show us the hand of God
Since fues have scope to beat both thee and me. That hath disiniss'd us from our stewardship; Aum. Northumberland comes back from Boling. For well we know, no hand of blood and bone
broke. Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, May hourly trample on their sovereigu's head : Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; Shall ill become the flower of England's face;' And, buried once, why not upon my head?-Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace Aumerle, thou weep'st; My tender-hearted cou• To scarlet indignation, and bedew
sin ! Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. We'll make foul weather with despised tears; North. The King of heaven forbid, our lord the Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, king
And make a dearth in this revolting land. Should so with civil and uncivil arms
Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, And make some pretty match with shedding tears ; Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; As thus :-To drop them still upon one place, And by the honourable tomb be swears,
Till they have fretted us a pair of graves That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones ; Within the earth; and, therein laid,—There lies And by the royalties of both your bloods, Two kinsmen, digg'd their graves with weeping Currents that spring from one most gracious head;
Would not this ill do well?-Well, well, I see And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; I talk but idly, and you mock at me.And by the worth and honour of himself, Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, Comprising all that may be sworn, or said, What says king Boling broke? will bis majesty His coming hither hath no further scope,
Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
You make a leg, and Bolingbroke sayg-ay. Enfranchisement immediate on his knees :
North. My lord, in the bases court he doth attend Which on thy royal party granted once, To speak with you; may't please you to come His glittering arms he will commend? to rust,
down? His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering To faithful service of your majesty.
(North. retires to Boling. K. Rich. Northumberland, say,--thus the king in the base court ? Base court, where kings grow returns ;
base, His noble cousin is right welcome hither; To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. And all the number of his fair demands
In the base court? Come down? Down, court! Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction :
down, king! With all the gracious utterance thou hast, For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
[Ereunt from above. We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, Boling. What says his majesty ? [To Aumerle. North
Sorrow and grief of heart To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man : Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Yet he is come. Defiance to the traitor, and so die? Aum. No, good my lord ; let's fight with gentle Enter King Richard, and his attendants, below. words,
Boling. Stand all apart, Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful and show fair duty to his majesty. swords.
My gracious lord,
(Kneeling (1) Soil. (2) Commit. (3) Softness. (4) A bow. (5) Lower.