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    <head>DRAMATIS PERSON&AElig;</head>
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        <head rend="braced"> uncles to the King.</head>
        <castItem type="role"><role>JOHN OF GAUNT</role><roleDesc> Duke of Lancaster</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role>EDMUND OF LANGLEY</role><roleDesc>Duke of York</roleDesc></castItem>
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      <castItem type="role"><role>DUKE OF AUMERLE</role><roleDesc>son to the Duke of York</roleDesc></castItem>
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      <castItem type="role"><role>DUKE OF SURREY</role></castItem>
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        <head rend="braced">servants to King Richard.</head>
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        <castItem type="role"><role>BAGOT</role></castItem>
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      <castItem type="role"><role>HENRY PERCY</role><roleDesc>surnamed Hotspur, his son</roleDesc></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role>LORD ROSS</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role>LORD WILLOUGHBY</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role>LORD FITZWATER</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role>Bishop of Carlisle</role></castItem>
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      <castItem type="role"><role>SIR PIERCE of Exton</role></castItem>
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  <head>SCENE I</head>
  <stage type="setting">London. KING RICHARD'S palace.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="3"/><stage type="entrance">Enter KING RICHARD, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other Nobles <lb ed="F1" n="4"/>and Attendants.</stage>

<lb ed="F1" n="5"/><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Old John of Gaunt, time-honor'd Lancaster.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="6"/></l><l>Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="7"/></l><l>Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="8"/></l><l>Here to make good the boisterous late appeal,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="9"/></l><l>Which then our leisure would not let us hear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="10"/></l><l>Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="11"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><p>I have, my liege.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="12"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="13"/></l><l>If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="14"/></l><l>Or worthily, as a good subject should,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="15"/></l><l>On some known ground of treachery in him?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="16"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>As near as I could sift him on that argument,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="17"/></l><l>On some apparent danger seen in him
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="18"/></l><l>Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="19"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Then call them to our presence; face to face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="20"/></l><l>And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="21"/></l><l>The accuser and the accused freely speak:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="22"/></l><l>High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="23"/></l><l>In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
<lb ed="F1" n="24"/><stage type="entrance">Enter BOLINGBROKE and MOWBRAY.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="25"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Many years of happy days befal
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="26"/></l><l>My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="27"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>Each day still better other's happiness;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="28"/></l><l>Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="29"/></l><l>Add an immortal title to your crown!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="30"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>We thank you both: yet one but flatters us,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="31"/></l><l>As well appeareth by the cause you come:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="32"/></l><l>Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="33"/></l><l>Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="34"/></l><l>Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="35"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>First, heaven be the record to my speech
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="36"/></l><l>In the devotion of a subject's love,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="37"/></l><l>Tendering the precious safety of my prince,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="38"/></l><l>And free from other misbegotten hate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="39"/></l><l>Come I appellant to this princely presence.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="40"/></l><l>Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="41"/></l><l>And mark my greeting well; for what I speak
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="42"/></l><l>My body shall make good upon this earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="43"/></l><l>Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="44"/></l><l>Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="45"/></l><l>Too good to be so and too bad to live,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="46"/></l><l>Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="47"/></l><l>The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="48"/></l><l>Once more, the more to aggravate the note,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="49"/></l><l>With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="50"/></l><l>And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="51"/></l><l>What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="52"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="53"/></l><l>'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="54"/></l><l>The bitter clamor of two eager tongues,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="55"/></l><l>Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="56"/></l><l>The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="57"/></l><l>Yet can I not of such tame patience boast
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="58"/></l><l>As to be hush'd and no right at all to say:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="59"/></l><l>First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="60"/></l><l>From giving reins and spurs to my free speech;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="61"/></l><l>Which else would post until it had return'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="62"/></l><l>These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="63"/></l><l>Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="64"/></l><l>And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="65"/></l><l>I do defy him, and I spit at him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="66"/></l><l>Call him a slanderous coward and a villain:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="67"/></l><l>Which to maintain I would allow him odds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="68"/></l><l>And meet him, were I tied to run afoot
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="69"/></l><l>Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="70"/></l><l>Or any other ground inhabitable,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="71"/></l><l>Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="72"/></l><l>Mean time let this defend my loyalty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="73"/></l><l>By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="74"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="75"/></l><l>Disclaiming here the kindred of the king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="76"/></l><l>And lay aside my high blood's royalty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="77"/></l><l>Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="78"/></l><l>If guilty dread have left thee so much strength
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="79"/></l><l>As to take up mine honor's pawn, then stoop:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="80"/></l><l>By that and all the rites of knighthood else,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="81"/></l><l>Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="82"/></l><l>What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="83"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>I take it up; and by that sword I swear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="84"/></l><l>Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="85"/></l><l>I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="86"/></l><l>Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="87"/></l><l>And when I mount, alive I may not light,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="88"/></l><l>If I be traitor or unjustly fight!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="89"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="90"/></l><l>It must be great that can inherit us
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="91"/></l><l>So much as of a thought of ill in him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="92"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="93"/></l><l>That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="94"/></l><l>In name of lending for your highness' soldiers,
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="95"/></l><l>The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="96"/></l><l>Like a false traitor and injurious villain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="97"/></l><l>Besides I say and will in battle prove,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="98"/></l><l>Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="99"/></l><l>That ever was survey'd by English eye,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="100"/></l><l>That all the treasons for these eighteen years
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="101"/></l><l>Complotted and contrived in this land
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="102"/></l><l>Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="103"/></l><l>Further I say and further will maintain
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="104"/></l><l>Upon this bad life to make all this good,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="105"/></l><l>That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,
<lb ed="G" n="101"/><lb ed="F1" n="106"/></l><l>Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="107"/></l><l>And consequently, like a traitor coward,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="108"/></l><l>Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="109"/></l><l>Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="110"/></l><l>Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="111"/></l><l>To me for justice and rough chastisement;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="112"/></l><l>And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="113"/></l><l>This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="114"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>How high a pitch his resolution soars!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="115"/></l><l>Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?

<lb ed="G" n="111"/><lb ed="F1" n="116"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>O, let my sovereign turn away his face
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="117"/></l><l>And bid his ears a little while be deaf.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="118"/></l><l>Till I have told this slander of his blood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="119"/></l><l>How God and good men hate so foul a liar.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="120"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="121"/></l><l>Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="122"/></l><l>As he is but my father's brother's son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="123"/></l><l>Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="124"/></l><l>Such neighbor nearness to our sacred blood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="125"/></l><l>Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="126"/></l><l>The unstooping firmness of my upright soul:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="127"/></l><l>He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="128"/></l><l>Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="129"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="130"/></l><l>Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="131"/></l><l>Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="132"/></l><l>Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="133"/></l><l>The other part reserved I by consent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="134"/></l><l>For that my sovereign liege was in my debt
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="135"/></l><l>Upon remainder of a dear account,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="136"/></l><l>Since last I went to France to fetch his queen:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="137"/></l><l>Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="138"/></l><l>I slew him not; but to my own disgrace
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="139"/></l><l>Neglected my sworn duty in that case.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="140"/></l><l>For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="141"/></l><l>The honorable father to my foe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="142"/></l><l>Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="143"/></l><l>A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="144"/></l><l>But ere I last received the sacrament
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="145"/></l><l>I did confess it, and exactly begg'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="146"/></l><l>Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="147"/></l><l>This is my fault: as for the rest appeal'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="148"/></l><l>It issues from the rancor of a villain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="149"/></l><l>A recreant and most degenerate traitor:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="150"/></l><l>Which in myself I boldly will defend;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="151"/></l><l>And interchangeably hurl down my gage
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="152"/></l><l>Upon this overweening traitor's foot,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="153"/></l><l>To prove myself a loyal gentleman
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="154"/></l><l>Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom.
<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="155"/></l><l>In haste whereof, most heartily I pray
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="156"/></l><l>Your highness to assign our trial day.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="157"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="158"/></l><l>Let's purge this choler without letting blood:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="159"/></l><l>This we prescribe, though no physician;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="160"/></l><l>Deep malice makes too deep incision;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="161"/></l><l>Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="162"/></l><l>Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="163"/></l><l>Good uncle, let this end where it begun;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="164"/></l><l>We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.

<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="165"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>To be a make-peace shall become my age:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="166"/></l><l>Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="167"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l part="I">And, Norfolk, throw down his.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="168"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l part="F">When, Harry, when?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="169"/></l><l>Obedience bids I should not bid again.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="170"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is <lb ed="F1" n="171"/>no boot.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="172"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="173"/></l><l>My life thou shalt command, but not my shame:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="174"/></l><l>The one my duty owes; but my fair name,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="175"/></l><l>Despite of death that lives upon my grave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="176"/></l><l>To dark dishonor's use thou shalt not have.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="177"/></l><l>I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="178"/></l><l>Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="179"/></l><l>The which no balm can cure but his heartblood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="180"/></l><l part="I">Which breathed this poison.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="181"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l part="F">Rage must be withstood:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="182"/></l><l>Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="183"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="184"/></l><l>And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="185"/></l><l>The purest treasure mortal times afford
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="186"/></l><l>Is spotless reputation: that away,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="187"/></l><l>Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
<lb ed="G" n="180"/><lb ed="F1" n="188"/></l><l>A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="189"/></l><l>Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="190"/></l><l>Mine honor is my life; both grow in one:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="191"/></l><l>Take honor from me, and my life is done:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="192"/></l><l>Then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="193"/></l><l>In that I live and for that will I die.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="194"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Cousin, throw up your gage; <lb ed="F1" n="195"/>do you begin.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="196"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>O, God defend my soul from such deep sin!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="197"/></l><l>Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="198"/></l><l>Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="199"/></l><l>Before this out-dared dastard?   Ere my tongue
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="200"/></l><l>Shall wound my honor with such feeble wrong,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="201"/></l><l>Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear
<lb ed="G" n="193"/><lb ed="F1" n="202"/></l><l>The slavish motive of recanting fear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="203"/></l><l>And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="204"/></l><l>Where shame doth harbor, even in Mowbray's face.                   <lb ed="F1" n="205"/><stage>[Exit Gaunt.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="206"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>We were not born to sue, but to command;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="207"/></l><l>Which since we cannot do to make you friends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="208"/></l><l>Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,
<lb ed="G" n="199"/><lb ed="F1" n="209"/></l><l>At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="210"/></l><l>There shall your swords and lances arbitrate
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="211"/></l><l>The swelling difference of your settled hate:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="212"/></l><l>Since we can not atone you, we shall see
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="213"/></l><l>Justice design the victor's chivalry.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="214"/></l><l>Lord marshal, command our officers at arms
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="215"/></l><l>Be ready to direct these home alarms.
<stage>[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="2">
  <head>SCENE II</head><lb ed="F1" n="216"/>
<stage type="setting">The DUKE OF LANCASTER'S palace.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="217"/><stage type="entrance">Enter JOHN OF GAUNT with the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="218"/><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="219"/></l><l>Doth more solicit me than your exclaims,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="220"/></l><l>To stir against the butchers of his life!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="221"/></l><l>But since correction lieth in those hands
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="222"/></l><l>Which made the fault that we cannot correct
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="223"/></l><l>Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="224"/></l><l>Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="225"/></l><l>Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="226"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-9"><speaker>Duch.</speaker><l>Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="227"/></l><l>Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="228"/></l><l>Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="229"/></l><l>Were as seven vials of his sacred blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="230"/></l><l>Or seven fair branches springing from one root:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="231"/></l><l>Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="232"/></l><l>Some of those branches by the Destinies cut;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="233"/></l><l>But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="234"/></l><l>One vial full of Edward's sacred blood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="235"/></l><l>One flourishing branch of his most royal root,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="236"/></l><l>Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt,
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="237"/></l><l>Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="238"/></l><l>By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="239"/></l><l>Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! that bed, that womb,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="240"/></l><l>That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="241"/></l><l>Made him a man; and though thou livest and, breathest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="242"/></l><l>Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="243"/></l><l>In some large measure to thy father's death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="244"/></l><l>In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="245"/></l><l>Who was the model of thy father's life.
<lb ed="G" n="29"/><lb ed="F1" n="246"/></l><l>Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="247"/></l><l>In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="248"/></l><l>Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="249"/></l><l>Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="250"/></l><l>That which in mean men we intitle patience
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="251"/></l><l>Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="252"/></l><l>What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="253"/></l><l>The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="254"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="255"/></l><l>His deputy anointed in His sight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="256"/></l><l>Hath caused his death: the which if wrongfully,
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="257"/></l><l>Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="258"/></l><l>An angry arm against His minister.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="259"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-9"><speaker>Duch.</speaker><p>Where then, alas, may I complain myself?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="260"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><p>To God, the widow's champion and defence.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="261"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-9"><speaker>Duch.</speaker><l>Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="262"/></l><l>Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="263"/></l><l>Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="264"/></l><l>O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="265"/></l><l>That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="266"/></l><l>Or, if misfortune miss the first career,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="267"/></l><l>Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="268"/></l><l>That they may break his foaming courser's back,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="269"/></l><l>And throw the rider headlong in the lists,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="270"/></l><l>A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="271"/></l><l>Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's wife
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="272"/></l><l>With her companion grief must end her life.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="273"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="274"/></l><l>As much good stay with thee as go with me!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="275"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-9"><speaker>Duch.</speaker><l>Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="276"/></l><l>Not with the empty hollowness, but weight:
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="277"/></l><l>I take my leave before I have begun,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="278"/></l><l>For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="279"/></l><l>Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="280"/></l><l>Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="281"/></l><l>Though this be all, do not so quickly go;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="282"/></l><l>I shall remember more. Bid him--ah, what?--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="283"/></l><l>With all good speed at Plashy visit me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="284"/></l><l>Alack, and what shall good old York there see
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="285"/></l><l>But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="286"/></l><l>Unpeopled office, untrodden stones?
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="287"/></l><l>And what hear there for welcome but my groans?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="288"/></l><l>Therefore commend me; let him not come there,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="289"/></l><l>To seek out sorrow that dwells every where.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="290"/></l><l>Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="291"/></l><l>The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.
<stage>[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="3">
  <head>SCENE III</head><lb ed="F1" n="292"/>
<stage type="setting">The lists at Coventry.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="293"/><stage type="entrance">Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="294"/><sp who="r2-11"><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="295"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="296"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-11"><speaker>Mar.</speaker><l>The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="297"/></l><l>Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="298"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="299"/></l><l>For nothing but his majesty's approach.
<stage>The trumpets sound, and <lb ed="F1" n="300"/>the KING enters with his nobles. GAUNT, BUSHY, BAGOT,GREEN, and <lb ed="F1" n="301"/>others. When they are set,enter MOWBRAY in arms, defendant, with <lb ed="F1" n="302"/>a Herald.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="303"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Marshal, demand of yonder champion
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="304"/></l><l>The cause of his arrival here in arms:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="305"/></l><l>Ask him his name and orderly proceed
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="306"/></l><l>To swear him in the justice of his cause.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="307"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-11"><speaker>Mar.</speaker><l>In God's name and the king's, say who thou art
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="308"/></l><l>And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="309"/></l><l>Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="310"/></l><l>Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="311"/></l><l>As so defend thee heaven and thy valor!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="312"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><p>My name is Thomas Mowbray. Duke of Norfolk;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="313"/></p><l>Who hither come engaged by my oath--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="314"/></l><l>Which God defend a knight should violate!--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="315"/></l><l>Both to defend my loyalty and truth
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="316"/></l><l>To God, my king and my succeeding issue,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="317"/></l><l>Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="318"/></l><l>And, by the grace of God and this mine arm,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="319"/></l><l>To prove him, in defending of myself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="320"/></l><l>A traitor to my God, my king, and me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="321"/></l><l>And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!
<lb ed="F1" n="322"/><stage>The trumpets sound. Enter BOLINGBROKE,appellant, in armor, with a Herald.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="323"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="324"/></l><l>Both who he is and why he cometh hither
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="325"/></l><l>Thus plated in habiliments of war,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="326"/></l><l>And formally, according to our law,
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="327"/></l><l>Depose him in the justice of his cause.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="328"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-11"><speaker>Mar.</speaker><l>What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="329"/></l><l>Before King Richard in his royal lists
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="330"/></l><l>Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="331"/></l><l>Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="332"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="333"/></l><l>Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="334"/></l><l>To prove, by God's grace and my body's valor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="335"/></l><l>In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="336"/></l><l>That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="337"/></l><l>To God in heaven, King Richard and to me;
<lb ed="G" n="41"/><lb ed="F1" n="338"/></l><l>And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="339"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-11"><speaker>Mar.</speaker><l>On pain of death, no person be so bold
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="340"/></l><l>Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="341"/></l><l>Except the marshal and such officers
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="342"/></l><l>Appointed to direct these fair designs.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="343"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="344"/></l><l>And bow my knee before his majesty:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="345"/></l><l>For Mowbray and myself are like two men
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="346"/></l><l>That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="347"/></l><l>Then let us take a ceremonious leave
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="348"/></l><l>And loving farewell of our several friends.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="349"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-11"><speaker>Mar.</speaker><l>The appellant in all duty greets your highness,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="350"/></l><l>And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="351"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>We will descend and fold him in our arms.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="352"/></l><l>Cousin of Hereford. as thy cause is right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="353"/></l><l>So be thy fortune in this royal fight!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="354"/></l><l>Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="355"/></l><l>Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="356"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>O, let no noble eye profane a tear
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="357"/></l><l>For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear:
<lb ed="G" n="61"/><lb ed="F1" n="358"/></l><l>As confident as is the falcon's flight
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="359"/></l><l>Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="360"/></l><l>My loving lord, I take my leave of you;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="361"/></l><l>Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="362"/></l><l>Not sick, although I have to do with death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="363"/></l><l>But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="364"/></l><l>Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="365"/></l><l>The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="366"/></l><l>O thou, the earthly author of my blood,
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="367"/></l><l>Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="368"/></l><l>Doth with a twofold vigor lift me up
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="369"/></l><l>To reach at victory above my head,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="370"/></l><l>Add proof unto mine armor with thy prayers;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="371"/></l><l>And with thy blessings steel my lance's point,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="372"/></l><l>That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="373"/></l><l>And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="374"/></l><l>Even in the lusty havior of his son.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="375"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>God in thy good cause make thee prosperous!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="376"/></l><l>Be swift like lightning in the execution;
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="377"/></l><l>And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="378"/></l><l>Fall like amazing thunder on the casque
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="379"/></l><l>Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="380"/></l><l>Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="381"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="382"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>However God or fortune cast my lot,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="383"/></l><l>There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="384"/></l><l>A loyal, just and upright gentleman:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="385"/></l><l>Never did captive with a freer heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="386"/></l><l>Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="387"/></l><l>His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="388"/></l><l>More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="389"/></l><l>This feast of battle with mine adversary.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="390"/></l><l>Most mighty liege, and my companion peers,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="391"/></l><l>Take from my mouth the wish of happy years:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="392"/></l><l>As gentle and as jocund as to jest
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="393"/></l><l>Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="394"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Farewell, my lord: securely I espy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="395"/></l><l>Virtue with valor couched in thine eye.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="396"/></l><l>Order the trial, marshal, and begin.

<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="397"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-11"><speaker>Mar.</speaker><l>Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="398"/></l><l>Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="399"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="400"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-11"><speaker>Mar.</speaker><l>Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="401"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-10"><speaker>First Her.</speaker><l> Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="402"/></l><l>Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="403"/></l><l>On pain to be found false and recreant,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="404"/></l><l>To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="405"/></l><l>A traitor to his God, his king and him:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="406"/></l><l>And dares him to set forward to the fight.

<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="407"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-10"><speaker>Sec. Her.</speaker><l>Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="408"/></l><l>On pain to be found false and recreant,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="409"/></l><l>Both to defend himself and to approve
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="410"/></l><l>Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="411"/></l><l>To God, his sovereign and to him disloyal;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="412"/></l><l>Courageously and with a free desire
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="413"/></l><l>Attending but the signal to begin.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="414"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-11"><speaker>Mar.</speaker><l>Sound, trumpets; and set forward combatants.  <stage>[A charge sounded.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="415"/></l><l>Stay, the king has thrown his warder down.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="416"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="417"/></l><l>And both return back to their chairs again:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="418"/></l><l>Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="419"/></l><l>While we return these dukes what we decree.
<lb ed="F1" n="420"/><stage>[A long flourish.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="421"/></l><l>Draw near,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And list <lb ed="F1" n="422"/>what with our council we have done.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="423"/></l><l>For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="424"/></l><l>With that dear blood which it hath fostered;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="425"/></l><l>And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="426"/></l><l>Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbors' sword;
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And for we think the eagle-winged pride
<lb ed="G" n="130"/></l><l>Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>With rival-hating envy, set on you
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="427"/></l><l>Which so roused up with boisterous untuned drums.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="428"/></l><l>With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="429"/></l><l>And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="430"/></l><l>Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="431"/></l><l>And make us wade even in our kindred's blood;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="432"/></l><l>Therefore, we banish you our territories:
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="433"/></l><l>You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="434"/></l><l>Till twice five summers have enriched our fields
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="435"/></l><l>Shall not regreet our fair dominions.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="436"/></l><l>But tread the stranger paths of banishment.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="437"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Your will be done: this must my comfort be.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="438"/></l><l>That sun that warms you here shall shine on me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="439"/></l><l>And those his golden beams to you here lent
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="440"/></l><l>Shall point on me and gild my banishment.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="441"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="442"/></l><l>Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:
<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="443"/></l><l>Thy sly slow hours shall not determinate
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="444"/></l><l>The dateless limit of thy dear exile;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="445"/></l><l>The hopeless word of 'never to return'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="446"/></l><l>Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="447"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="448"/></l><l>And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="449"/></l><l>A dearer merit, not so deep a maim
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="450"/></l><l>As to be cast forth in the common air,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="451"/></l><l>Have I deserved at your highness' hands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="452"/></l><l>The language I have learned these forty years.
<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="453"/></l><l>My native English, now must I forego:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="454"/></l><l>And now my tongue's use is to me no more
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="455"/></l><l>Than an unstringed viol or a harp,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="456"/></l><l>Or like a cunning instrument cased up,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="457"/></l><l>Or, being open, put into his hands
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="458"/></l><l>That knows no touch to tune the harmony:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="459"/></l><l>Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="460"/></l><l>Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="461"/></l><l>And dull unfeeling barren ignorance
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="462"/></l><l>Is made my gaoler to attend on me.
<lb ed="G" n="170"/><lb ed="F1" n="463"/></l><l>I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="464"/></l><l>Too far in years to be a pupil now:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="465"/></l><l>What is thy sentence then but speechless death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="466"/></l><l>Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="467"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>It boots thee not to be compassionate:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="468"/></l><l>After our sentence plaining comes too late.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="469"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>Then thus I turn me from my country's light.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="470"/></l><l>To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="471"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Return again, and take an oath with thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="472"/></l><l>Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands;
<lb ed="G" n="180"/><lb ed="F1" n="473"/></l><l>Swear by the duty that you owe to God--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="474"/></l><l>Our part therein we banish with yourselves--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="475"/></l><l>To keep the oath that we administer:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="476"/></l><l>You never shall, so help you truth and God!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="477"/></l><l>Embrace each other's love in banishment;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="478"/></l><l>Nor never look upon each other's face;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="479"/></l><l>Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="480"/></l><l>This louring tempest of your home-bred hate;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="481"/></l><l>Nor never by advised purpose meet
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="482"/></l><l>To plot, contrive, or complot any ill
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="483"/></l><l>'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="484"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>I swear.

<lb ed="G" n="191"/><lb ed="F1" n="485"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><p>And I, to keep all this.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="486"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="487"/></l><l>By this time, had the king permitted us,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="488"/></l><l>One of our souls had wander'd in the air,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="489"/></l><l>Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="490"/></l><l>As now our flesh is banish'd from this land:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="491"/></l><l>Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="492"/></l><l>Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
<lb ed="G" n="200"/><lb ed="F1" n="493"/></l><l>The clogging burden of a guilty soul.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="494"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-3"><speaker>Mow.</speaker><l>No, Bolingbroke, if ever I were traitor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="495"/></l><l>My name be blotted from the book of life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="496"/></l><l>And I from heaven banish'd as from hence!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="497"/></l><l>But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="498"/></l><l>And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="499"/></l><l>Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="500"/></l><l>Save back to England, all the world's my way.
<stage>[Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="501"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="502"/></l><l>I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="503"/></l><l>Hath from the number of his banish'd years
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="504"/></l><l>Pluck'd four away.  <stage>[To Boling.]</stage> Six frozen winters spent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="505"/></l><l>Return with welcome home from banishment.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="506"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>How long a time lies in one little word
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="507"/></l><l>Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="508"/></l><l>End in a word: such is the breath of kings.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="509"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>I thank my liege, that in regard of me
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="510"/></l><l>He shortens four years of my son's exile:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="511"/></l><l>But little vantage shall I reap thereby;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="512"/></l><l>For, ere the six years that he hath to spend
<lb ed="G" n="220"/><lb ed="F1" n="513"/></l><l>Can change their moons and bring their times about,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="514"/></l><l>My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="515"/></l><l>Shall be extinct with age and endless night;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="516"/></l><l>My inch of taper will be burnt and done,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="517"/></l><l>And blindfold death not let me see my son.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="518"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Why, uncle, thou hast many years to live.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="519"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>But not a minute, king, that thou canst give:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="520"/></l><l>Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="521"/></l><l>And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="522"/></l><l>Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
<lb ed="G" n="230"/><lb ed="F1" n="523"/></l><l>But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="524"/></l><l>Thy word is current with him for my death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="525"/></l><l>But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="526"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Thy son is banish'd upon good advice,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="527"/></l><l>Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="528"/></l><l>Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="529"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="530"/></l><l>You urged me as a judge; but I had rather
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="531"/></l><l>You would have bid me argue like a father.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>O, had it been a stranger, not my child,
<lb ed="G" n="240"/></l><l>To smooth his fault I should have been more mild:
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>A partial slander sought I to avoid,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And in the sentence my own life destroyed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="532"/></l><l>Alas, I look'd when some of you should say,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="533"/></l><l>I was too strict to make mine own away;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="534"/></l><l>But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="535"/></l><l>Against my will to do myself this wrong.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="536"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="537"/></l><l>Six years we banish him, and he shall go.
<lb ed="F1" n="538"/><stage>[Flourish. Exeunt King Richard and train,</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="539"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know,
<lb ed="G" n="250"/><lb ed="F1" n="540"/></l><l>From where you do remain let paper show.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="541"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-11"><speaker>Mar.</speaker><l>My lord, no leave take I, for I will ride,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="542"/></l><l>As far as land will let me, by your side.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="543"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="544"/></l><l>That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="545"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>I have too few to take my leave of you,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="546"/></l><l>When the tongue's office should be prodigal
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="547"/></l><l>To breathe the abundant dolor of the heart.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="548"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><p>Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="549"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Joy absent, grief is present for that time.

<lb ed="G" n="260"/><lb ed="F1" n="550"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><p>What is six winters? they are quickly gone.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="551"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="552"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><p>Call it a travel that thou takes for pleasure.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="553"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="554"/></l><l>Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="555"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>The sullen passage of thy weary steps
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="556"/></l><l>Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="557"/></l><l>The precious jewel of thy home return.

<lb ed="G"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Will but remember me what a deal of world
<lb ed="G" n="270"/></l><l>I wander from the jewels that I love.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>To foreign passages, and in the end,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Having my freedom, boast of nothing else
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>But that I was a journeyman to grief?

<lb ed="G"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>All places that the eye of heaven visits
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Teach thy necessity to reason thus;
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>There is no virtue like necessity.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Think not the king did banish thee,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>But thou the king.   Woe doth the heavier sit,
<lb ed="G" n="281"/></l><l>Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honor
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And not the king exiled thee; or suppose
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Devouring pestilence hangs in our air
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And thou art flying to a fresher clime:
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou comest:
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Suppose the singing birds musicians,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more
<lb ed="G" n="291"/></l><l>Than a delightful measure or a dance;
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="558"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>O, who can hold a fire in his hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="559"/></l><l>By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="560"/></l><l>Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="561"/></l><l>By bare imagination of a feast?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="562"/></l><l>Or wallow naked in December snow
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="563"/></l><l>By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
<lb ed="G" n="300"/><lb ed="F1" n="564"/></l><l>O, no! the apprehension of the good
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="565"/></l><l>Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="566"/></l><l>Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="567"/></l><l>Than when it bites. but lanceth not the sore.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="568"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="569"/></l><l>Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="570"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="571"/></l><l>My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="572"/></l><l>Where'er I wander, boast of this I can,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="573"/></l><l>Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman.
<stage>[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="4">
  <head>SCENE IV</head><lb ed="F1" n="574"/>
<stage type="setting">The court.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="575"/><stage type="entrance">Enter the KING, with BAGOT and GREEN all at one door; and the DUKE OF AUMERLE at another.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="576"/><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="577"/></l><l>How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="578"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="579"/></l><l>But to the next highway, and there I left him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="580"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>And say, what store of parting tears were shed?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="581"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Faith, none for me; except the northeast wind,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="582"/></l><l>Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="583"/></l><l>Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="584"/></l><l>Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.

<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="585"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>What said our cousin when you parted with him?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="586"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>'Farewell:'
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And, for my heart disdained that my tongue
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="587"/></l><l>Should so profane the word, that taught me craft
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="588"/></l><l>To counterfeit oppression of such grief
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="589"/></l><l>That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="590"/></l><l>Marry, would the word 'farewell' have lengthen'd hours
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="591"/></l><l>And added years to his short banishment,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="592"/></l><l>He should have had a volume of farewells;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="593"/></l><l>But since it would not, he had none of me.

<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="594"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="595"/></l><l>When time shall call him home from banishment,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="596"/></l><l>Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="597"/></l><l>Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="598"/></l><l>Observed his courtship to the common people;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="599"/></l><l>How he did seem to dive into their hearts
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="600"/></l><l>With humble and familiar courtesy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="601"/></l><l>What reverence he did throw away on slaves,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="602"/></l><l>Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="603"/></l><l>And patient underbearing of his fortune,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="604"/></l><l>As 'twere to banish their affects with him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="605"/></l><l>Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="606"/></l><l>A brace of draymen bid God speed him well
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="607"/></l><l>And had the tribute of his supple knee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="608"/></l><l>With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="609"/></l><l>As were our England in reversion his,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="610"/></l><l>And he our subjects' next degree in hope.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="611"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-13"><speaker>Green.</speaker><l>Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="612"/></l><l>Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="613"/></l><l>Expedient manage must be made, my liege,
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="614"/></l><l>Ere further leisure yield them further means
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="615"/></l><l>For their advantage and your highness' loss.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="616"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>We will ourself in person to this war:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="617"/></l><l>And, for our coffers, with too great a court
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="618"/></l><l>And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="619"/></l><l>We are inforced to farm our royal realm;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="620"/></l><l>The revenue whereof shall furnish us
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="621"/></l><l>For our affairs in hand: if that come short,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="622"/></l><l>Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="623"/></l><l>Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="624"/></l><l>They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="625"/></l><l>And send them after to supply our wants;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="626"/></l><l>For we will make for Ireland presently.
<lb ed="F1" n="627"/><stage type="entrance">Enter BUSHY.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="628"/></l><l>Bushy, what news?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="629"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><l>Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="630"/></l><l>Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="631"/></l><l>To entreat your majesty to visit him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="632"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Where lies he?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="633"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><p>At Ely House.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="634"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Now put it, God, in the physician's mind
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="635"/></l><l>To help him to his grave immediately!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="636"/></l><l>The lining of his coffers shall make coats
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="637"/></l><l>To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="638"/></l><l>Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="639"/></l><l>Pray God we may make haste, and come too late!

<lb ed="G"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-0"><speaker>All.</speaker><p> Amen.
</p></sp>
</div2>
  </div1>

  <div1 type="act" n="2">
    <head>ACT II</head><lb ed="F1" n="640"/>
<div2 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting">Ely House.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="641"/><stage type="entrance">Enter JOHN OF GAUNT sick, with the DUKE OF YORK, &amp;c.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="642"/><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>Will the king come, that I may breathe my last
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="643"/></l><l>In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="644"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="645"/></l><l>For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="646"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>O, but they say the tongues of dying men
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="647"/></l><l>Enforce attention like deep harmony:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="648"/></l><l>Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="649"/></l><l>For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="650"/></l><l>He that no more must say is listen'd more
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="651"/></l><l>Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="652"/></l><l>More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="653"/></l><l>The setting sun, and music at the close,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="654"/></l><l>As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="655"/></l><l>Writ in remembrance more than things long past:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="656"/></l><l>Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="657"/></l><l>My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="658"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>No; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="659"/></l><l>As praises, of whose taste the wise are fond,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="660"/></l><l>Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="661"/></l><l>The open ear of youth doth always listen;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="662"/></l><l>Report of fashions in proud Italy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="663"/></l><l>Whose manners still our tardy apish nation
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="664"/></l><l>Limps after in base imitation.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="665"/></l><l>Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="666"/></l><l>So it be new, there's no respect how vile--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="667"/></l><l>That is not quickly buzz'd into his ears?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="668"/></l><l>Then all too late comes counsel to be heard,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="669"/></l><l>Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="670"/></l><l>Direct not him whose way himself will choose:
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="671"/></l><l>'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="672"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="673"/></l><l>And thus expiring do foretell of him:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="674"/></l><l>His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="675"/></l><l>For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="676"/></l><l>Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="677"/></l><l>He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="678"/></l><l>With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="679"/></l><l>Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="680"/></l><l>Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="681"/></l><l>This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
<lb ed="G" n="41"/><lb ed="F1" n="682"/></l><l>This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="683"/></l><l>This other Eden, demi-paradise,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="684"/></l><l>This fortress built by Nature for herself
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="685"/></l><l>Against infection and the hand of war,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="686"/></l><l>This happy breed of men, this little world,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="687"/></l><l>This precious stone set in the silver sea,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="688"/></l><l>Which serves it in the office of a wall,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="689"/></l><l>Or as a moat defensive to a house,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="690"/></l><l>Against the envy of less happier lands,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="691"/></l><l>This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="692"/></l><l>This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="693"/></l><l>Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="694"/></l><l>Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="695"/></l><l>For Christian service and true chivalry,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="696"/></l><l>As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="697"/></l><l>Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="698"/></l><l>This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="699"/></l><l>Dear for her reputation through the world,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="700"/></l><l>Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="701"/></l><l>Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="702"/></l><l>England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="703"/></l><l>Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="704"/></l><l>Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="705"/></l><l>With inky blot and rotten parchment bonds:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="706"/></l><l>That England, that was wont to conquer others,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="707"/></l><l>Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="708"/></l><l>Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="709"/></l><l>How happy then were my ensuing death!
<lb ed="F1" n="710"/><stage type="entrance">Enter KING RICHARD and QUEEN, AUMERLE,
BUSHY, GREEN, <lb ed="F1" n="711"/>BAGOT, ROSS, and WILLOUGHBY.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="712"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>The king is come: deal mildly with his youth;
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="713"/></l><l>For young hot colts being raged do rage the more.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="714"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="715"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>What comfort, man? how is't with aged Gaunt?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="716"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>O, how that name befits my composition!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="717"/></l><l>Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="718"/></l><l>Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="719"/></l><l>And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="720"/></l><l>For sleeping England long time have I watch'd;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="721"/></l><l>Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt:
<lb ed="G" n="79"/><lb ed="F1" n="722"/></l><l>The pleasure that some fathers feed upon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="723"/></l><l>Is my strict fast; I mean, my children's looks;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="724"/></l><l>And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="725"/></l><l>Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="726"/></l><l>Whose hollow womb inherits naught but bones.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="727"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Can sick men play so nicely with their names?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="728"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>No, misery makes sport to mock itself:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="729"/></l><l>Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="730"/></l><l>I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="731"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Should dying men flatter with those that live?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="732"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><p>No, no, men living flatter those that die.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="733"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Thou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="734"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><p>O, no! thou diest, though I the sicker be.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="735"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="736"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>Now He that made me knows I see thee ill;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="737"/></l><l>Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="738"/></l><l>Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="739"/></l><l>Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="740"/></l><l>And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="741"/></l><l>Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="742"/></l><l>Of those physicians that first wounded thee:
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="743"/></l><l>A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="744"/></l><l>Whose compass is no bigger than thy head;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="745"/></l><l>And yet, incaged in so small a verge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="746"/></l><l>The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="747"/></l><l>O, had thy grandsire with a prophet's eye
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="748"/></l><l>Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="749"/></l><l>From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="750"/></l><l>Deposing thee before thou wert possess'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="751"/></l><l>Which art possess'd now to depose thyself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="752"/></l><l>Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world,
<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="753"/></l><l>It were a shame to let this land by lease;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="754"/></l><l>But for thy world enjoying but this land,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="755"/></l><l>Is it not more than shame to shame it so?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="756"/></l><l>Landlord of England art thou now, not king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="757"/></l><l>Thy state of law is bondslave to the law;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="758"/></l><l part="I">And thou--

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="759"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l part="F">A lunatic lean-witted fool,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="760"/></l><l>Presuming on an ague's privilege,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="761"/></l><l>Darest with thy frozen admonition
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="762"/></l><l>Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="763"/></l><l>With fury from his native residence.
<lb ed="G" n="120"/><lb ed="F1" n="764"/></l><l>Now, by my seat's right royal majesty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="765"/></l><l>Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="766"/></l><l>This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="767"/></l><l>Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="768"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-1"><speaker>Gaunt.</speaker><l>O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="769"/></l><l>For that I was his father Edward's son;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="770"/></l><l>That blood already, like the pelican,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="771"/></l><l>Hast thou tapp'd out and drunkenly caroused:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="772"/></l><l>My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="773"/></l><l>Whom fair befal in heaven 'mongst happy souls!
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="774"/></l><l>May be a precedent and witness good
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="775"/></l><l>That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="776"/></l><l>Join with the present sickness that I have;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="777"/></l><l>And thy unkindness be like crooked age,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="778"/></l><l>To crop at once a too long wither'd flower.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="779"/></l><l>Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="780"/></l><l>These words hereafter thy tormentors be!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="781"/></l><l>Convey me to my bed, then to my grave:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="782"/></l><l>Love they to live that love and honor have.
<stage>[Exit, borne off by his Attendants.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="783"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>And let them die that age and sullens have;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="784"/></l><l>For both hast thou, and both become the grave.

<lb ed="G" n="141"/><lb ed="F1" n="785"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>I do beseech your majesty, impute his words
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="786"/></l><l>To wayward sickliness and age in him:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="787"/></l><l>He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="788"/></l><l>As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="789"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="790"/></l><l>As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.
<lb ed="F1" n="791"/><stage type="entrance">Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="792"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your <lb ed="F1" n="793"/>majesty.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="794"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l part="I">What says he?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="795"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l part="F">Nay, nothing; all is said:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="796"/></l><l>His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="797"/></l><l>Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.

<lb ed="G" n="151"/><lb ed="F1" n="798"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="799"/></l><l>Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="800"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="801"/></l><l>His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="802"/></l><l>So much for that. Now for our Irish wars:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="803"/></l><l>We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="804"/></l><l>Which live like venom where no venom else
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="805"/></l><l>But only they have privilege to live.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="806"/></l><l>And for these great affairs do ask some charge,
<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="807"/></l><l>Towards our assistance we do seize to us
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="808"/></l><l>The plate, coin, revenues and moveable,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="809"/></l><l>Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="810"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>How long shall I be patient? ah, how long
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="811"/></l><l>Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="812"/></l><l>Not Gloucester's death, nor Hereford's banishment,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="813"/></l><l>Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="814"/></l><l>Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="815"/></l><l>About his marriage, not my own disgrace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="816"/></l><l>Have ever made me sour my patient cheek,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="817"/></l><l>Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="818"/></l><l>I am the last of noble Edward's sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="819"/></l><l>Of whom my father, Prince of Wales, was first:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="820"/></l><l>In war was never lion raged more fierce,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="821"/></l><l>In peace was never gentle lamb more mild.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="822"/></l><l>Than was that young and princely gentleman.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="823"/></l><l>His face thou hast, for even so look'd he,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="824"/></l><l>Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="825"/></l><l>But when he frown'd, it was against the French
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="826"/></l><l>And not against his friends; his noble hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="827"/></l><l>Did win what he did spend and spent not that
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="828"/></l><l>Which his triumphant father's hand had won;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="829"/></l><l>His hands were guilty of no kindred blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="830"/></l><l>But bloody with the enemies of his kin.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="831"/></l><l>O Richard! York is too far gone with grief,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="832"/></l><l>Or else he never would compare between.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="833"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l part="I">Why, uncle, <lb ed="F1" n="834"/>what's the matter?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="835"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l part="F">O my liege,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Pardon me, if you please; if not, <lb ed="F1" n="836"/>I, pleased
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Not to be pardon'd, am content withal.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="837"/></l><l>Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands
<lb ed="G" n="190"/><lb ed="F1" n="838"/></l><l>The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="839"/></l><l>Is not Gaunt dead, and doth not Hereford live?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="840"/></l><l>Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="841"/></l><l>Did not the one deserve to have an heir?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="842"/></l><l>Is not his heir a well-deserving son?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="843"/></l><l>Take Hereford's rights away, and take from Time
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="844"/></l><l>His charters and his customary rights;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="845"/></l><l>Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="846"/></l><l>Be not thyself; for how art thou a king
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="847"/></l><l>But by fair sequence and succession?
<lb ed="G" n="200"/><lb ed="F1" n="848"/></l><l>Now, afore God--God forbid I say true!--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="849"/></l><l>If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="850"/></l><l>Call in the letters patent that he hath
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="851"/></l><l>By his attorneys-general to sue
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="852"/></l><l>His livery, and deny his offer'd homage,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="853"/></l><l>You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="854"/></l><l>You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="855"/></l><l>And prick my tender patience to those thoughts
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="856"/></l><l>Which honor and allegiance cannot think.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="857"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Think what you will, we seize into our hands
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="858"/></l><l>His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.

<lb ed="G" n="211"/><lb ed="F1" n="859"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>I'll not be by the while: my liege, farewell:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="860"/></l><l>What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="861"/></l><l>But by bad courses may be understood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="862"/></l><l>That their events can never fall out good.
<stage>[Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="863"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="864"/></l><l>Bid him repair to us to Ely House
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="865"/></l><l>To see this business. To-morrow next
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="866"/></l><l>We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="867"/></l><l>And we create, in absence of ourself,
<lb ed="G" n="220"/><lb ed="F1" n="868"/></l><l>Our uncle York lord governor of England;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="869"/></l><l>For he is just and always loved us well.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="870"/></l><l>Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="871"/></l><l>Be merry, for our time of stay is short.
<stage>[Flourish. Exeunt King, Queen, Aumerle,
                      Bushy, Green, and Bagot.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="872"/>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="873"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="874"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><p>And living too; for now his son is duke.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="875"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-17"><speaker>Willo.</speaker><p>Barely in title, not in revenues.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="876"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Richly in both, if justice had her right.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="877"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><l>My heart is great; but it must break with silence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="878"/></l><l>Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue.

<lb ed="G" n="230"/><lb ed="F1" n="879"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="880"/></l><l>That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="881"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-17"><speaker>Willo.</speaker><l>Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="882"/></l><l>If it be so, out with it boldly, man;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="883"/></l><l>Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="884"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><l>No good at all that I can do for him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="885"/></l><l>Unless you call it good to pity him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="886"/></l><l>Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="887"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are <lb ed="F1" n="888"/>borne
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="889"/></l><l>In him, a royal prince, and many moe
<lb ed="G" n="240"/><lb ed="F1" n="890"/></l><l>Of noble blood in this declining land.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="891"/></l><l>The king is not himself, but basely led
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="892"/></l><l>By flatterers; and what they will inform
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="893"/></l><l>Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="894"/></l><l>That will the king severely prosecute
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="895"/></l><l>'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="896"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><l>The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="897"/></l><l>And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="898"/></l><l>For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="899"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-17"><speaker>Willo.</speaker><l>And daily new exactions are devised,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="900"/></l><l>As blanks, benevolence, and I wot not what:
<lb ed="G" n="251"/><lb ed="F1" n="901"/></l><l>But what, o' God's name, doth become of this?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="902"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="903"/></l><l>But basely yielded upon compromise
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="904"/></l><l>That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="905"/></l><l>More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="906"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><p>The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="907"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-17"><speaker>Willo.</speaker><p>The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="908"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="909"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><l>He hath not money for these Irish wars,
<lb ed="G" n="260"/><lb ed="F1" n="910"/></l><l>His burthenous taxation notwithstanding,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="911"/></l><l>But by the robbing of the banish'd duke.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="912"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>His noble kinsman: most degenerate king !
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="913"/></l><l>But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="914"/></l><l>Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="915"/></l><l>We see the wind sit sore upon our sails.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="916"/></l><l>And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="917"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><l>We see the very wreck that we must suffer;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="918"/></l><l>And unavoided is the danger now,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="919"/></l><l>For suffering so the causes of our wreck.

<lb ed="G" n="270"/><lb ed="F1" n="920"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="921"/></l><l>I spy life peering; but I dare not say
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="922"/></l><l>How near the tidings of our comfort is.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="923"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-17"><speaker>Willo.</speaker><p>Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="924"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><l>Be confident to speak, Northumberland:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="925"/></l><l>We three are but thyself; and, speaking so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="926"/></l><l>Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="927"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>Then thus: I have from Port le Blanc, a bay
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="928"/></l><l>In Brittany, received intelligence
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="929"/></l><l>That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord Cobham,
<lb ed="G" n="280"/></l><l>...................
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="930"/></l><l>That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="931"/></l><l>Sir Thomas, Archbishop late of Canterbury,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="932"/></l><l>Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="933"/></l><l>Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton and Francis Quoint,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="934"/></l><l>All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Bretagne
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="935"/></l><l>With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="936"/></l><l>Are making hither with all due expedience
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="937"/></l><l>And shortly mean to touch our northern shore:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="938"/></l><l>Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay
<lb ed="G" n="290"/><lb ed="F1" n="939"/></l><l>The first departing of the king for Ireland.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="940"/></l><l>If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="941"/></l><l>Imp out our drooping country's broken wing,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="942"/></l><l>Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="943"/></l><l>Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt
<lb ed="G" n="295"/><lb ed="F1" n="944"/></l><l>And make high majesty look like itself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="945"/></l><l>Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="946"/></l><l>But if you faint, as fearing to do so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="947"/></l><l>Stay and be secret, and myself will go.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="948"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><p>To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="949"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-17"><speaker>Willo.</speaker><p>Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.                     <lb ed="F1" n="950"/><stage>[Exeunt. </stage></p></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="2">
  <head>SCENE II</head><lb ed="F1" n="951"/>
<stage type="setting">The palace..</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="952"/><stage type="entrance">Enter QUEEN, BUSHY and BAGOT.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="953"/><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><l>Madam, your majesty is too much sad:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="954"/></l><l>You promised, when you parted with the king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="955"/></l><l>To lay aside life-harming heaviness
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="956"/></l><l>And entertain a cheerful disposition.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="957"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>To please the king I did; to please myself
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="958"/></l><l>I cannot do it; yet I know no cause
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="959"/></l><l>Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="960"/></l><l>Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="961"/></l><l>As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="962"/></l><l>Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
<lb ed="G" n="11"/><lb ed="F1" n="963"/></l><l>Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="964"/></l><l>With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="965"/></l><l>More than with parting from my lord the king.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="966"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><l>Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="967"/></l><l>Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="968"/></l><l>For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="969"/></l><l>Divides one thing entire to many objects;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="970"/></l><l>Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="971"/></l><l>Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="972"/></l><l>Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="973"/></l><l>Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="974"/></l><l>Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="975"/></l><l>Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="976"/></l><l>Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="977"/></l><l>More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="978"/></l><l>Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="979"/></l><l>Which for things true weeps things imaginary.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="980"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>It may be so; but yet my inward soul
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="981"/></l><l>Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be,
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="982"/></l><l>I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="983"/></l><l>As, though on thinking on no thought I think,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="984"/></l><l>Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="985"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><p>'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="986"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="987"/></l><l>From some forefather grief; mine is not so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="988"/></l><l>For nothing had begot my something grief;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="989"/></l><l>Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="990"/></l><l>'Tis in reversion that I do possess;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="991"/></l><l>But what it is, that is not yet known; what
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="992"/></l><l>I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.
<lb ed="F1" n="993"/><stage type="entrance">Enter GREEN.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="994"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-13"><speaker>Green.</speaker><l>God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="995"/></l><l>I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="996"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="997"/></l><l>For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="998"/></l><l>Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="999"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-13"><speaker>Green.</speaker><l>That he, our hope, might have retired his power,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1000"/></l><l>And driven into despair an enemy's hope,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1001"/></l><l>Who strongly hath set footing in this land:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1002"/></l><l>The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="1003"/></l><l>And with uplifted arms is safe arrived
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1004"/></l><l part="I">At Ravenspurgh.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1005"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l part="F">Now God in heaven forbid!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1006"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-13"><speaker>Green.</speaker><l>Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1007"/></l><l>The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1008"/></l><l>The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1009"/></l><l>With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1010"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><l>Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1011"/></l><l>And all the rest revolted faction traitors?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1012"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-13"><speaker>Green.</speaker><l>We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1013"/></l><l>Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="1014"/></l><l>And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1015"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1016"/></l><l>And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1017"/></l><l>Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1018"/></l><l>And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1019"/></l><l>Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1020"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><l part="I">Despair not, madam.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1021"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l part="F">Who shall hinder me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1022"/></l><l>I will despair, and be at enmity
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1023"/></l><l>With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="1024"/></l><l>A parasite, a keeper back of death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1025"/></l><l>Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1026"/></l><l>Which false hope lingers in extremity.
<lb ed="F1" n="1027"/><stage type="entrance">Enter YORK.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1028"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-13"><speaker>Green.</speaker><p>Here comes the Duke of York.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1029"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>With signs of war about his aged neck:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1030"/></l><l>O, full of careful business are his looks!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1031"/></l><l>Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.

<lb ed="G"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1032"/></l><l>Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1033"/></l><l>Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="1034"/></l><l>Your husband, he is gone to save far off,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1035"/></l><l>Whilst others come to make him lose at home:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1036"/></l><l>Here am I left to underprop his land,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1037"/></l><l>Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1038"/></l><l>Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1039"/></l><l>Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.
<lb ed="F1" n="1040"/><stage>Enter a Servant.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1041"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-28"><speaker>Serv.</speaker><p>My lord, your son was gone before I came.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1042"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>He was?  Why, so! go all which way it will!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1043"/></l><l>The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1044"/></l><l>And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="1045"/></l><l>Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1046"/></l><l>Bid her send me presently a thousand pound:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1047"/></l><l>Hold, take my ring.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1048"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-28"><speaker>Serv.</speaker><l>My lord, I had forgot <lb ed="F1" n="1049"/>to tell your lordship,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>To-day, as I came by, I called there;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1050"/></l><l>But I shall grieve you to report the rest.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1051"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><p>What is 't, knave?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1052"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-28"><speaker>Serv.</speaker><p>An hour before I came, the duchess died.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1053"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>God for his mercy!  what a tide of woes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1054"/></l><l>Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="1055"/></l><l>I know not what to do: I would to God,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1056"/></l><l>So my untruth had not provoked him to it,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1057"/></l><l>The king had cut off my head with my brother's.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1058"/></l><l>What, are there no posts dispatched for Ireland?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1059"/></l><l>How shall we do for money for these wars?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1060"/></l><l>Come, sister,--cousin, I would say,--pray, pardon me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1061"/></l><l>Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1062"/></l><l>And bring away the armor that is there.
<stage>[Exit Servant.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1063"/></l><l>Gentlemen, will you go muster men?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1064"/></l><l>If I know how or which way to order these affairs
<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="1065"/></l><l>Thus thrust disorderly into my hands,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1066"/></l><l>Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1067"/></l><l>The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1068"/></l><l>And duty bids defend; the other again
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1069"/></l><l>Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1070"/></l><l>Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1071"/></l><l>Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1072"/></l><l>Dispose of you.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Gentlemen, go, muster up your men,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1073"/></l><l>And meet me presently at Berkeley.
<lb ed="G" n="120"/><lb ed="F1" n="1074"/></l><l>I should to Plashy too;
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>But time will not permit: <lb ed="F1" n="1075"/>all is uneven,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And every thing is left at six and seven.
<stage>[Exeunt York and Queen.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1076"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><l>The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1077"/></l><l>But none returns. For us to levy power
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1078"/></l><l>Proportionable to the enemy
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Is all unpossible.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1079"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-13"><speaker>Green.</speaker><l>Besides, our nearness to the king in love
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1080"/></l><l>Is near the hate of those love not the king.

<lb ed="G" n="129"/><lb ed="F1" n="1081"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-18"><speaker>Bagot.</speaker><l>And that's the wavering commons: for their love
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1082"/></l><l>Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1083"/></l><l>By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1084"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><p>Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1085"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-18"><speaker>Bagot.</speaker><l>If judgement lie in them, then so do we,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1086"/></l><l>Because we ever have been near the king.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1087"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-13"><speaker>Green.</speaker><l>Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1088"/></l><l>The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1089"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><l>Thither will I with you; for little office
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1090"/></l><l>The hateful commons will perform for us,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1091"/></l><l>Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="1092"/></l><l>Will you go along with us?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1093"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-18"><speaker>Bagot.</speaker><l>No; I will to Ireland to his majesty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1094"/></l><l>Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1095"/></l><l>We three here part that ne'er shall meet again.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1096"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><p>That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1097"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-13"><speaker>Green.</speaker><l>Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1098"/></l><l>Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1099"/></l><l>Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1100"/></l><l>Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1101"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><l part="I"> Well, we may meet again.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1102"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-18"><speaker>Bagot.</speaker><l part="F">I fear me, never.
<stage>[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="3">
  <head>SCENE III</head><lb ed="F1" n="1103"/>
<stage type="setting">Wilds in Gloucestershire.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1104"/><stage type="entrance">Enter BOLINGBROKE and <lb ed="F1" n="1105"/>NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1106"/><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1107"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>Believe me, noble lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1108"/></l><l>I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1109"/></l><l>These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1110"/></l><l>Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1111"/></l><l>And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1112"/></l><l>Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1113"/></l><l>But I bethink me what a weary way
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1114"/></l><l>From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1115"/></l><l>In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1116"/></l><l>Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1117"/></l><l>The tediousness and process of my travel:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1118"/></l><l>But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1119"/></l><l>The present benefit which I possess;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1120"/></l><l>And hope to joy is little less in joy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1121"/></l><l>Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1122"/></l><l>Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1123"/></l><l>By sight of what I have, your noble company.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1124"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Of much less value is my company
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1125"/></l><l>Than your good words. But who comes here?
<lb ed="F1" n="1126"/><stage type="entrance">Enter HENRY PERCY.</stage>

<lb ed="G" n="21"/><lb ed="F1" n="1127"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>It is my son, young Harry Percy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1128"/></l><l>Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1129"/></l><l>Harry, how fares your uncle?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1130"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><p>I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his <lb ed="F1" n="1131"/>health of you.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1132"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Why, is he not with the queen?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1133"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l>No, my good lord; he hath forsook the court,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1134"/></l><l>Broken his staff of office and dispersed
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1135"/></l><l part="I">The household of the king.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1136"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l part="F">What was his reason?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1137"/></l><l>He was not so resolved when last we spake together.

<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="1138"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l>Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1139"/></l><l>But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1140"/></l><l>To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1141"/></l><l>And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1142"/></l><l>What power the Duke of York had levied there;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1143"/></l><l>Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1144"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1145"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l>No, my good lord, for that is not forgot
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1146"/></l><l>Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1147"/></l><l>I never in my life did look on him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1148"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p n="40">Then learn to know him now; this is the <lb ed="F1" n="1149"/>duke.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1150"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l>My gracious lord, I tender you my service,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1151"/></l><l>Such as it is, being tender, raw and young:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1152"/></l><l>Which elder days shall ripen and confirm
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1153"/></l><l>To more approved service and desert.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1154"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1155"/></l><l>I count myself in nothing else so happy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1156"/></l><l>As in a soul remembering my good friends;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1157"/></l><l>And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1158"/></l><l>It shall be still thy true love's recompense:
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="1159"/></l><l>My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1160"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1161"/></l><l>Keeps good old York there with his men of war?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1162"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l>There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1163"/></l><l>Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1164"/></l><l>And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1165"/></l><l>None else of name and noble estimate.
<lb ed="F1" n="1166"/><stage type="entrance">Enter ROSS and WILLOUGHBY.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1167"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1168"/></l><l>Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1169"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="1170"/></l><l>A banish'd traitor: all my treasury
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1171"/></l><l>Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1172"/></l><l>Shall be your love and labor's recompense.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1173"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><p>Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1174"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-17"><speaker>Willo.</speaker><p>And far surmounts our labor to attain it.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1175"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1176"/></l><l>Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1177"/></l><l>Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
<lb ed="F1" n="1178"/><stage type="entrance">Enter BERKELEY.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1179"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1180"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-20"><speaker>Berk.</speaker><p>My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.

<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="1181"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>My lord, my answer is--to Lancaster;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1182"/></l><l>And I am come to seek that name in England;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1183"/></l><l>And I must find that title in your tongue,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1184"/></l><l>Before I make reply to aught you say.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1185"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-20"><speaker>Berk.</speaker><l>Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1186"/></l><l>To raze one title of your honor out:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1187"/></l><l>To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1188"/></l><l>From the most gracious regent of this land,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1189"/></l><l>The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1190"/></l><l>To take advantage of the absent time
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="1191"/></l><l>And fright our native peace with self-born arms.
<lb ed="F1" n="1192"/><stage type="entrance">Enter YORK attended.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1193"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>I shall not need transport my words by you;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1194"/></l><l part="I">Here comes his grace in person.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l part="F">My noble uncle!  <stage>[Kneels.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1195"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1196"/></l><l>Whose duty is deceiveable and false.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1197"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p> My gracious uncle--

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1198"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Tut, tut!
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1199"/></l><l>I am no traitor's uncle; and that word 'grace'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1200"/></l><l>In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="1201"/></l><l>Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1202"/></l><l>Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1203"/></l><l>But then more 'why?' why have they dared to march
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1204"/></l><l>So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1205"/></l><l>Frighting her pale-faced villages with war
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1206"/></l><l>And ostentation of despised arms?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1207"/></l><l>Comest thou because the anointed king is hence?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1208"/></l><l>Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1209"/></l><l>And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1210"/></l><l>Were I but now the lord of such hot youth
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1211"/></l><l>As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself
<lb ed="G" n="101"/><lb ed="F1" n="1212"/></l><l>Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1213"/></l><l>From forth the ranks of many thousand French,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1214"/></l><l>O, then how quickly should this arm of mine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1215"/></l><l>Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1216"/></l><l>And minister correction to thy fault!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1217"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>My gracious uncle, let me know my fault:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1218"/></l><l>On what condition stands it and wherein?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1219"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Even in condition of the worst degree,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1220"/></l><l>In gross rebellion and detested treason:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1221"/></l><l>Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1222"/></l><l>Before the expiration of thy time,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1223"/></l><l>In braving arms against thy sovereign.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1224"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1225"/></l><l>But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1226"/></l><l>And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1227"/></l><l>Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1228"/></l><l>You are my father, for methinks in you
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1229"/></l><l>I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1230"/></l><l>Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1231"/></l><l>A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1232"/></l><l>Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1233"/></l><l>To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1234"/></l><l>If that my cousin king be King of England,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1235"/></l><l>it must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1236"/></l><l>You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1237"/></l><l>Had you first died, and he been thus trod down,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1238"/></l><l>He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1239"/></l><l>To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1240"/></l><l>I am denied to sue my livery here
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="1241"/></l><l>And yet my letters-patents give me leave:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1242"/></l><l>My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1243"/></l><l>And these and all are all amiss employ'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1244"/></l><l>What would you have me do? I am a subject,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1245"/></l><l>And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1246"/></l><l>And therefore personally I lay claim
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1247"/></l><l>To my inheritance of free descent.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1248"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>The noble duke hath been too much abused.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1249"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-16"><speaker>Ross.</speaker><p>It stands your grace upon to do him right.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1250"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-17"><speaker>Willo.</speaker><p>Base men by his endowments are made great.

<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="1251"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>My lords of England, let me tell you this:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1252"/></l><l>I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1253"/></l><l>And labor'd all I could to do him right;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1254"/></l><l>But in this kind to come, in braving arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1255"/></l><l>Be his own carver and cut out his way,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1256"/></l><l>To find out right with wrong, it may not be;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1257"/></l><l>And you that to abet him in this kind
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1258"/></l><l>Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1259"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>The noble duke hath sworn his coming is
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1260"/></l><l>But for his own; and for the right of that
<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="1261"/></l><l>We all have strongly sworn to give him aid:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1262"/></l><l>And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1263"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Well, well, I see the issue of these arms:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1264"/></l><l>I cannot mend it, I must needs confess
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1265"/></l><l>Because my power is weak and all ill left:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1266"/></l><l>But if I could, by Him that gave me life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1267"/></l><l>I would attach you all and make you stoop
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1268"/></l><l>Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1269"/></l><l>But since I cannot, be it known to you
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1270"/></l><l>I do remain as neuter. So. fare you well;
<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="1271"/></l><l>Unless you please to enter in the castle
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1272"/></l><l>And there repose you for this night.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1273"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>An offer, uncle, that we will accept:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1274"/></l><l>But we must win your grace to go with us
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1275"/></l><l>To Bristol castle, which they say is held
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1276"/></l><l>By Bushy, Bagot and their complices,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1277"/></l><l>The caterpillars of the commonwealth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1278"/></l><l>Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1279"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1280"/></l><l>For I am loath to break our country's laws.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1281"/></l><l>Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1282"/></l><l>Things past redress are now with me past care.
<stage>[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="4">
  <head>SCENE IV</head><lb ed="F1" n="1283"/>
<stage type="setting">A camp in Wales.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1284"/><stage type="entrance">Enter SALISBURY and a Welsh Captain.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1285"/><sp who="r2-22"><speaker>Cap.</speaker><l>My Lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1286"/></l><l>And hardly kept our countrymen together,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1287"/></l><l>And yet we hear no tidings from the king;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1288"/></l><l>Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1289"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-23"><speaker>Sal.</speaker><l>Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1290"/></l><l>The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1291"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-22"><speaker>Cap.</speaker><l>'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1292"/></l><l>The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1293"/></l><l>And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1294"/></l><l>The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
<lb ed="G" n="11"/><lb ed="F1" n="1295"/></l><l>And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1296"/></l><l>Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1297"/></l><l>The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1298"/></l><l>The other to enjoy by rage and war:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1299"/></l><l>These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1300"/></l><l>Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1301"/></l><l>As well assured Richard their king is dead.
<stage>[Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1302"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-23"><speaker>Sal.</speaker><l>Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1303"/></l><l>I see thy glory like a shooting star
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="1304"/></l><l>Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1305"/></l><l>Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1306"/></l><l>Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1307"/></l><l>Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1308"/></l><l>And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.
<stage>[Exit.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
  </div1>

  <div1 type="act" n="3">
    <head>ACT III</head><lb ed="F1" n="1309"/>
<div2 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting">Bristol. Before the castle.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1310"/><stage type="entrance">Enter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, <lb ed="F1" n="1311"/>ROSS, PERCY, WILLOUGHBY, with BUSHY <lb ed="F1" n="1312"/>and GREEN, prisoners.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1313"/><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Bring forth these men.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1314"/></l><l>Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1315"/></l><l>Since presently your souls must part your bodies--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1316"/></l><l>With too much urging your pernicious lives,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1317"/></l><l>For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1318"/></l><l>From off my hands, here in the view of men
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1319"/></l><l>I will unfold some causes of your deaths.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1320"/></l><l>You have misled a prince, a royal king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1321"/></l><l>A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments.
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1322"/></l><l>By you unhappied and disfigured clean:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1323"/></l><l>You have in manner with your sinful hours
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1324"/></l><l>Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1325"/></l><l>Broke the possession of a royal bed
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1326"/></l><l>And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1327"/></l><l>With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1328"/></l><l>Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1329"/></l><l>Near to the king in blood, and near in love
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1330"/></l><l>Till you did make him misinterpret me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1331"/></l><l>Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1332"/></l><l>And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,
<lb ed="G" n="21"/><lb ed="F1" n="1333"/></l><l>Eating the bitter bread of banishment;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1334"/></l><l>Whilst you have fed upon my signories,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1335"/></l><l>Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1336"/></l><l>From my own windows torn my household coat,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1337"/></l><l>Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1338"/></l><l>Save men's opinions and my living blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1339"/></l><l>To show the world I am a gentleman.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1340"/></l><l>This and much more, much more than twice all this,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1341"/></l><l>Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd over
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="1342"/></l><l>To execution and the hand of death.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1343"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-12"><speaker>Bushy.</speaker><l>More welcome is the stroke of death to me
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1344"/></l><l>Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1345"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-13"><speaker>Green.</speaker><l>My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1346"/></l><l>And plague injustice with the pains of hell.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1347"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd.
<stage>[Exeunt Northumberland and others, with the prisoners.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1348"/></p><l>Uncle, you say the queen is at your house;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1349"/></l><l>For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1350"/></l><l>Tell her I send to her my kind commends;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1351"/></l><l>Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.

<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="1352"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1353"/></l><l>With letters of your love to her at large.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1354"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Thanks, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1355"/></l><l>To fight with Glendower and his complies:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1356"/></l><l>Awhile to work, and after holiday.   <lb ed="F1" n="1357"/><stage>[Exeunt.</stage>
        </l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="2">
  <head>SCENE II</head><lb ed="F1" n="1358"/>
<stage type="setting">The coast of Wales. A castle in view.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1359"/><stage>Drums: flourish and colors.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1360"/><stage type="entrance">Enter KING RICHARD and BISHOP OF CARLISLE, AUMERLE, and Soldiers.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1361"/><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Barkloughly castle call they this at hand?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1362"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1363"/></l><l>After your late tossing on the breaking seas?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1364"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1365"/></l><l>To stand upon my kingdom once again.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1366"/></l><l>Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1367"/></l><l>Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1368"/></l><l>As a long-parted mother with her child
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1369"/></l><l>Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting,
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1370"/></l><l>So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1371"/></l><l>And do thee favors with my royal hands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1372"/></l><l>Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1373"/></l><l>Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1374"/></l><l>But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1375"/></l><l>And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1376"/></l><l>Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1377"/></l><l>Which with usurping steps do trample thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1378"/></l><l>Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1379"/></l><l>And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="1380"/></l><l>Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1381"/></l><l>Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1382"/></l><l>Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1383"/></l><l>Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1384"/></l><l>This earth shall have a feeling and these stones
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1385"/></l><l>Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1386"/></l><l>Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1387"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-24"><speaker>Car.</speaker><l>Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>The means that heaven yields must be embraced,
<lb ed="G" n="30"/></l><l>And not neglected; else, if heaven would,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>The proffer'd means of succor and redress.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1388"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>He means, my lord, that we are too remiss;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1389"/></l><l>Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1390"/></l><l>Grows strong and great in substance and in power.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1391"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1392"/></l><l>That when the searching eye of heaven is hid,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1393"/></l><l>Behind the globe, that lights the lower world,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1394"/></l><l>Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="1395"/></l><l>In murders and in outrage, boldly here;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1396"/></l><l>But when from under this terrestrial ball
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1397"/></l><l>He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1398"/></l><l>And darts his light through every guilty hole,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1399"/></l><l>Then murders, treasons, and detested sins,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1400"/></l><l>The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1401"/></l><l>Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1402"/></l><l>So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1403"/></l><l>Who all this while hath revell'd in the night
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1404"/></l><l>Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="1405"/></l><l>Shall see us rising in our throne, the east,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1406"/></l><l>His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1407"/></l><l>Not able to endure the sight of day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1408"/></l><l>But self-affrighted tremble at his sin.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1409"/></l><l>Not all the water in the rough rude sea
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1410"/></l><l>Can wash the balm off from an anointed king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1411"/></l><l>The breath of worldly men cannot depose
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1412"/></l><l>The deputy elected by the Lord:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1413"/></l><l>For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1414"/></l><l>To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="1415"/></l><l>God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1416"/></l><l>A glorious angel: then, if the angels fight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1417"/></l><l>Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right.
<lb ed="F1" n="1418"/><stage type="entrance">Enter SALISBURY.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1419"/></l><l>Welcome, my lord: how far off lies your power?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1420"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-23"><speaker>Sal.</speaker><l>Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1421"/></l><l>Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1422"/></l><l>And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1423"/></l><l>One day too late, I fear me, noble lord.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1424"/></l><l>Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1425"/></l><l>O, call back yesterday, bid time return,
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="1426"/></l><l>And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1427"/></l><l>To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1428"/></l><l>O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1429"/></l><l>For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1430"/></l><l>Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1431"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so <lb ed="F1" n="1432"/>pale?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1433"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>But now the blood of twenty thousand men
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1434"/></l><l>Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1435"/></l><l>And, till so much blood thither come again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1436"/></l><l>Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="1437"/></l><l>All souls that will be safe fly from my side,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1438"/></l><l>For time hath set a blot upon my pride.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1439"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1440"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>I had forgot myself; am I not king?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1441"/></l><l>Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1442"/></l><l>Is not the king's name twenty thousand names?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1443"/></l><l>Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1444"/></l><l>At thy great glory. Look not to the ground,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1445"/></l><l>Ye favorites of a king: are we not high?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1446"/></l><l>High be our thoughts: I know my uncle York
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="1447"/></l><l>Hath power enough to serve our turn. <lb ed="F1" n="1448"/>But who comes here?
<stage type="entrance">Enter SCROOP.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1449"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-25"><speaker>Scroop.</speaker><l>More health and happiness betide my liege
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1450"/></l><l>Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1451"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Mine ear is open and my heart prepared;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1452"/></l><l>The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1453"/></l><l>Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1454"/></l><l>And what loss is it to be rid of care?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1455"/></l><l>Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1456"/></l><l>Greater he shall not be; if he serve God,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1457"/></l><l>We'll serve Him too and be his fellow so:
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="1458"/></l><l>Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1459"/></l><l>They break their faith to God as well as us:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1460"/></l><l>Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1461"/></l><l>The worst is death, and death will have his day.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1462"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-25"><speaker>Scroop.</speaker><l>Glad am I that your highness is so arm'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1463"/></l><l>To bear the tidings of calamity.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1464"/></l><l>Like an unseasonable stormy day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1465"/></l><l>Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1466"/></l><l>As if the world were all dissolved to tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1467"/></l><l>So high above his limits swells the rage
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1468"/></l><l>Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land
<lb ed="G" n="111"/><lb ed="F1" n="1469"/></l><l>With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1470"/></l><l>White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1471"/></l><l>Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1472"/></l><l>Strive to speak big and clap their female joints
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1473"/></l><l>In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1474"/></l><l>Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1475"/></l><l>Of double-fatal yew against thy state;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1476"/></l><l>Yea, distaff women manage rusty bills
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1477"/></l><l>Against thy seat: both young and old rebel,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1478"/></l><l>And all goes worse than I have power to tell.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1479"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1480"/></l><l>Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1481"/></l><l>What is become of Bushy? where is Green?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1482"/></l><l>That they have let the dangerous enemy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1483"/></l><l>Measure our confines with such peaceful steps?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1484"/></l><l>If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1485"/></l><l>I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1486"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-25"><speaker>Scroop.</speaker><p>Peace have they made with him indeed, my <lb ed="F1" n="1487"/>lord.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1488"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption!
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="1489"/></l><l>Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1490"/></l><l>Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1491"/></l><l>Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1492"/></l><l>Would they make peace? terrible hell make war
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1493"/></l><l>Upon their spotted souls for this offence!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1494"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-25"><speaker>Scroop.</speaker><l>Sweet love, I see, changing his property,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1495"/></l><l>Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1496"/></l><l>Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1497"/></l><l>With heads, and not with hands: those whom you curse
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1498"/></l><l>Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1499"/></l><l>And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.

<lb ed="G" n="141"/><lb ed="F1" n="1500"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire <lb ed="F1" n="1501"/>dead?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1502"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-25"><speaker>Scroop.</speaker><p>Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1503"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Where is the duke my father with his power?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1504"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1505"/></l><l>Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1506"/></l><l>Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1507"/></l><l>Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1508"/></l><l>Let's choose executors and talk of wills:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1509"/></l><l>And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="1510"/></l><l>Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1511"/></l><l>Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1512"/></l><l>And nothing can we call our own but death
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1513"/></l><l>And that small model of the barren earth
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1514"/></l><l>Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1515"/></l><l>For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1516"/></l><l>And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1517"/></l><l>How some have been deposed; some slain in war;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1518"/></l><l>Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1519"/></l><l>Some poison'd by their wives; some sleeping kill'd;
<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="1520"/></l><l>All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1521"/></l><l>That rounds the mortal temples of a king
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1522"/></l><l>Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1523"/></l><l>Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1524"/></l><l>Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1525"/></l><l>To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1526"/></l><l>Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1527"/></l><l>As if this flesh which walls about our life
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1528"/></l><l>Were brass impregnable, and humor'd thus
<lb ed="G" n="169"/><lb ed="F1" n="1529"/></l><l>Comes at the last and with a little pin
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1530"/></l><l>Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1531"/></l><l>Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1532"/></l><l>With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1533"/></l><l>Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1534"/></l><l>For you have but mistook me all this while:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1535"/></l><l>I live with bread like you, feel want,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1536"/></l><l>Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1537"/></l><l>How can you say to me, I am a king?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1538"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-24"><speaker>Car.</speaker><l>My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1539"/></l><l>But presently prevent the ways to wail.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1540"/></l><l>To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
<lb ed="G" n="181"/><lb ed="F1" n="1541"/></l><l>Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And so your follies fight against yourself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1542"/></l><l>Fear, and be slain; no worse can come to fight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1543"/></l><l>And fight and die is death destroying death;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1544"/></l><l>Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1545"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>My father hath a power; inquire of him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1546"/></l><l>And learn to make a body of a limb.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1547"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1548"/></l><l>To change blows with thee for our day of doom.
<lb ed="G" n="190"/><lb ed="F1" n="1549"/></l><l>This ague fit of fear is over-blown;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1550"/></l><l>An easy task it is to win our own.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1551"/></l><l>Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1552"/></l><l>Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1553"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-25"><speaker>Scroop.</speaker><l>Men judge by the complexion of the sky
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1554"/></l><l>The state and inclination of the day:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1555"/></l><l>So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1556"/></l><l>My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1557"/></l><l>I play the torturer, by small and small
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1558"/></l><l>To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1559"/></l><l>Your uncle York is joined with Bolingbroke,
<lb ed="G" n="201"/><lb ed="F1" n="1560"/></l><l>And all your northern castles yielded up,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1561"/></l><l>And all your southern gentlemen in arms
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1562"/></l><l part="I">Upon his party.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1563"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l part="F">Thou hast said enough.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1564"/></l><l>Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth
<stage>[To Aumerle.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1565"/></l><l>Of that sweet way I was in to despair!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1566"/></l><l>What say you now? what comfort have we now?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1567"/></l><l>By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1568"/></l><l>That bids me be of comfort any more.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1569"/></l><l>Go to Flint castle: there I'll pine away;
<lb ed="G" n="210"/><lb ed="F1" n="1570"/></l><l>A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1571"/></l><l>That power I have, discharge; and let them go
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1572"/></l><l>To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1573"/></l><l>For I have none: let no man speak again
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1574"/></l><l>To alter this, for counsel is but vain.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1575"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l part="I">My liege, one word.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1576"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l part="F">He does me double wrong
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1577"/></l><l>That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1578"/></l><l>Discharge my followers: let them hence away,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1579"/></l><l>From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day.
<lb ed="F1" n="1580"/><stage>[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="3">
  <head>SCENE III</head><lb ed="F1" n="1581"/>
<stage type="setting">Wales. Before Flint Castle.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1582"/><stage type="entrance">Enter, with drum and colors, BOLINGBROKE, <lb ed="F1" n="1583"/>YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, Attendants, and forces.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1584"/><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>So that by this intelligence we learn
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1585"/></l><l>The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1586"/></l><l>Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1587"/></l><l>With some few private friends upon this coast.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1588"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>The news is very fair and good, my lord:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1589"/></l><l>Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1590"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1591"/></l><l>To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1592"/></l><l>When such a sacred king should hide his head.

<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1593"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>Your grace mistakes; only to be brief,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1594"/></l><l part="I">Left I his title out.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1595"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l part="F">The time bath been,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1596"/></l><l>Would you have been so brief with him, he would
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1597"/></l><l>Have been so brief with you, to shorten you,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1598"/></l><l>For taking so the head, your whole head's length.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1599"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1600"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Take not, good cousin, further than you should.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1601"/></l><l>Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1602"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1603"/></l><l>Against their will. But who comes here?
<lb ed="F1" n="1604"/><stage type="entrance">Enter PERCY.</stage>
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="1605"/></l><l>Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1606"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l>The castle is royally mann'd, my lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1607"/></l><l>Against thy entrance.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1608"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Royally!
<lb ed="G"/></l><l part="I">Why, it contains no king?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1609"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l part="F">Yes, my good lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1610"/></l><l>It doth contain a king; King Richard lies
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1611"/></l><l>Within the limits of yon lime and stone:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1612"/></l><l>And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1613"/></l><l>Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1614"/></l><l>Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1615"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.

<lb ed="G" n="31"/><lb ed="F1" n="1616"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Noble lords.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1617"/></l><l>Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1618"/></l><l>Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1619"/></l><l>Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1620"/></l><l>Henry Bolingbroke
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>On both his knees doth kiss <lb ed="F1" n="1621"/>King Richard's hand
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And sends allegiance <lb ed="F1" n="1622"/>and true faith of heart
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>To his most royal person, hither come
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1623"/></l><l>Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="1624"/></l><l>Provided that my banishment repeal'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1625"/></l><l>And lands restored again be freely granted:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1626"/></l><l>If not, I'll use the advantage of my power
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1627"/></l><l>And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1628"/></l><l>Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd  Englishmen:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1629"/></l><l>The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1630"/></l><l>It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1631"/></l><l>The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1632"/></l><l>My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1633"/></l><l>Go, signify as much, while here we march
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="1634"/></l><l>Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1635"/></l><l>Let's march without the noise of threatening drum,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1636"/></l><l>That from this castle's tatter'd battlements
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1637"/></l><l>Our fair appointments may be well perused.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1638"/></l><l>Methinks King Richard and myself should meet
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1639"/></l><l>With no less terror than the elements
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1640"/></l><l>Of fire and water, when their slumbering shock
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1641"/></l><l>At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1642"/></l><l>Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1643"/></l><l>The rage be his, whilst on earth I rain
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="1644"/></l><l>My waters; on the earth, and not on him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1645"/></l><l>March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.
<lb ed="F1" n="1646"/><stage>Parle without, and answer within. Then a flourish.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1647"/><stage type="entrance">Enter on the walls, KING RICHARD, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, AUMERLE, SCROOP, and <lb ed="F1" n="1648"/>SALISBURY.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1649"/></l><l>See, see, King Richard doth himself appear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1650"/></l><l>As doth the blushing discontented sun
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1651"/></l><l>From out the fiery portal of the east,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1652"/></l><l>When he perceives the envious clouds are bent
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1653"/></l><l>To dim his glory and to stain the track
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1654"/></l><l>Of his bright passage to the occident.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1655"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Yet looks he like a king: behold, his eye,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1656"/></l><l>As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="1657"/></l><l>Controlling majesty: alack, alack, for woe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1658"/></l><l>That any harm should stain so fair a show!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1659"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>We are amazed; and thus long have we stood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1660"/></l><l>To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
<stage>[To North.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1661"/></l><l>Because we thought ourself thy lawful king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1662"/></l><l>And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1663"/></l><l>To pay their awful duty to our presence?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1664"/></l><l>If we be not, show us the hand of God
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1665"/></l><l>That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1666"/></l><l>For well we know, no hand of blood and bone
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="1667"/></l><l>Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1668"/></l><l>Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1669"/></l><l>And though you think that all, as you have done,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1670"/></l><l>Have torn their souls by turning them from us,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1671"/></l><l>And we are barren and bereft of friends;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1672"/></l><l>Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1673"/></l><l>Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1674"/></l><l>Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1675"/></l><l>Your children yet unborn and unbegot,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1676"/></l><l>That lift your vassal hands against my head
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="1677"/></l><l>And threat the glory of my precious crown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1678"/></l><l>Tell Bolingbroke--for yond methinks he stands--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1679"/></l><l>That every stride he makes upon my land
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1680"/></l><l>Is dangerous treason: he is come to open
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1681"/></l><l>The purple testament of bleeding war;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1682"/></l><l>But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1683"/></l><l>Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1684"/></l><l>Shall ill become the flower of England's face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1685"/></l><l>Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1686"/></l><l>To scarlet indignation and bedew
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1687"/></l><l>Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.

<lb ed="G" n="101"/><lb ed="F1" n="1688"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>The king of heaven forbid our lord the king
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1689"/></l><l>Should so with civil and uncivil arms
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1690"/></l><l>Be rush'd upon!   Thy thrice noble cousin
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1691"/></l><l>Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1692"/></l><l>And by the honorable tomb he swears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1693"/></l><l>That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1694"/></l><l>And by the royalties of both your bloods,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1695"/></l><l>Currents that spring from one most gracious head,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1696"/></l><l>And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="1697"/></l><l>And by the worth and honor of himself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1698"/></l><l>Comprising all that may be sworn or said,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1699"/></l><l>His coming hither hath no further scope
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1700"/></l><l>Than for his lineal royalties and to beg
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1701"/></l><l>Enfranchisement immediate on his knees:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1702"/></l><l>Which on thy royal party granted once,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1703"/></l><l>His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1704"/></l><l>His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1705"/></l><l>To faithful service of your majesty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1706"/></l><l>This swears he, as he is  a prince, is just;
<lb ed="G" n="120"/><lb ed="F1" n="1707"/></l><l>And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1708"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Northumberland, say thus the king returns:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1709"/></l><l>His noble cousin is right welcome hither;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1710"/></l><l>And all the number of his fair demands
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1711"/></l><l>Shall be accomplished without contradiction:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1712"/></l><l>With all the gracious utterance thou hast
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1713"/></l><l>Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1714"/></l><l>We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,
<stage>[To Aumerle.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1715"/></l><l>To look so poorly and to speak so fair?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1716"/></l><l>Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="1717"/></l><l>Defiance to the traitor, and so die?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1718"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1719"/></l><l>Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1720"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1721"/></l><l>That laid the sentence of dread banishment
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1722"/></l><l>On yon proud man, should take it off again
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1723"/></l><l>With words of sooth!   O that I were as great
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1724"/></l><l>As in my grief, or lesser than my name!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1725"/></l><l>Or that I could forget what I have been,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1726"/></l><l>Or not remember what I must be now!
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="1727"/></l><l>Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1728"/></l><l>Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1729"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Northumberland comes back from <lb ed="F1" n="1730"/>Bolingbroke.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1731"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>What must the king do now? must he submit?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1732"/></l><l>The king shall do it: must he be deposed?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1733"/></l><l>The king shall be contented: must he lose
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1734"/></l><l>The name of king? o' God's name, let it go:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1735"/></l><l>I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1736"/></l><l>My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1737"/></l><l>My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,
<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="1738"/></l><l>My figured goblets for a dish of wood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1739"/></l><l>My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1740"/></l><l>My subjects for a pair of carved saints
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1741"/></l><l>And my large kingdom for a little grave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1742"/></l><l>A little little grave, an obscure grave;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1743"/></l><l>Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1744"/></l><l>Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1745"/></l><l>May hourly trample on their sovereign's head;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1746"/></l><l>For on my heart they tread now whilst I live;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1747"/></l><l>And buried once, why not upon my head?
<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="1748"/></l><l>Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1749"/></l><l>We'll make foul weather with despised tears;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1750"/></l><l>Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1751"/></l><l>And make a dearth in this revolting land.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1752"/></l><l>Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1753"/></l><l>And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1754"/></l><l>As thus, to drop them still upon one place,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1755"/></l><l>Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1756"/></l><l>Within the earth; and, therein laid,--there lies
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1757"/></l><l>Two kinsmen digg'd their graves with weeping eyes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1758"/></l><l>Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
<lb ed="G" n="171"/><lb ed="F1" n="1759"/></l><l>I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1760"/></l><l>Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1761"/></l><l>What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1762"/></l><l>Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1763"/></l><l>You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1764"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>My lord, in the base court he doth attend
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1765"/></l><l>To speak with you; may it please you to come down.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1766"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1767"/></l><l>Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
<lb ed="G" n="180"/><lb ed="F1" n="1768"/></l><l>In the base court?   Base court, where king grow base,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1769"/></l><l>To come at traitors' calls and do them grace.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1770"/></l><l>In the base court?   Come down?   Down, court! down, king!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1771"/></l><l>For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.  <stage>[Exeunt from above.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1772"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l part="I">What says his majesty?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1773"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l part="F">Sorrow and grief of heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1774"/></l><l>Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1775"/></l><l>Yet he is come.
<stage type="entrance">Enter KING RICHARD and his attendant below.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1776"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Stand all apart.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1777"/></l><l>And show fair duty to his majesty.
<stage>[He kneels down.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1778"/></l><l>My gracious lord,--

<lb ed="G" n="190"/><lb ed="F1" n="1779"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Fair cousin, <lb ed="F1" n="1780"/>you debase your princely knee
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1781"/></l><l>To make the base earth proud with kissing it:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1782"/></l><l>Me rather had my heart might feel your love
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1783"/></l><l>Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1784"/></l><l>Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1785"/></l><l>Thus high at least, although your knee be low.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1786"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>My gracious lord, I come but for mine <lb ed="F1" n="1787"/>own.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1788"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Your own is yours, and I am yours, and <lb ed="F1" n="1789"/>all.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1790"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1791"/></l><l>As my true service shall deserve your love.

<lb ed="G" n="200"/><lb ed="F1" n="1792"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Well you deserve: <lb ed="F1" n="1793"/>they well deserve to have.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1794"/></l><l>That know the strongest and surest way to get.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1795"/></l><l>Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1796"/></l><l>Tears show their love, but want their remedies.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1797"/></l><l>Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1798"/></l><l>Though you are old enough to be my heir.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1799"/></l><l>What you will have, I'll give, and willing too;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1800"/></l><l>For do we must what force will have us do.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1801"/></l><l>Set on towards London, <lb ed="F1" n="1802"/>cousin, is it so?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1803"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Yea, my good lord.

<lb ed="G" n="210"/><lb ed="F1" n="1804"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Then I must not say no.
<lb ed="F1" n="1805"/><stage>[Flourish. Exeunt.</stage></l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="4">
  <head>SCENE IV</head><lb ed="F1" n="1806"/>
<stage type="setting">Langley. The DUKE OF YORK's Garden.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1807"/><stage type="entrance">Enter the QUEEN and two LADIES.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1808"/><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>What sport shall we devise here in this garden,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1809"/></l><l>To drive away the heavy thought of care?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1810"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-27"><speaker>Lady.</speaker><p>Madam, we'll play at bowls.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1811"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1812"/></l><l>And that my fortune rubs against the bias.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1813"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-27"><speaker>Lady.</speaker><p>Madam, we'll dance.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1814"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>My legs can keep no measure in delight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1815"/></l><l>When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1816"/></l><l>Therefore, no dancing, girl: some other sport.

<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1817"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-27"><speaker>Lady.</speaker><p>Madam, we'll tell tales.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1818"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l part="I">Of sorrow or of joy?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1819"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-27"><speaker>Lady.</speaker><l part="F">Of either, madam.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1820"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>Of neither, girl:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1821"/></l><l>For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1822"/></l><l>It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1823"/></l><l>Or if of grief, being altogether had,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1824"/></l><l>It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1825"/></l><l>For what I have I need not to repeat;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1826"/></l><l>And what I want it boots not to complain.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1827"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-27"><speaker>Lady.</speaker><l part="I">Madam, I'll sing.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1828"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l part="F">'Tis well that thou hast cause;
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="1829"/></l><l>But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1830"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-27"><speaker>Lady.</speaker><p>I could weep, madam, would it do you good.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1831"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>And I could sing, would weeping do me good,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1832"/></l><l>And never borrow any tear of thee.
<lb ed="F1" n="1833"/><stage>Enter a Gardener, and two Servants.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1834"/></l><l>But stay, here come the gardeners:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1835"/></l><l>Let's step into the shadow of these trees.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1836"/></l><l>My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1837"/></l><l>They'll talk of state; for every one doth so
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1838"/></l><l>Against a change; woe is forerun with woe.
<stage>[Queen and Ladies retire.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1839"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-26"><speaker>Gard.</speaker><l>Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks,
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="1840"/></l><l>Which, like unruly children, make their sire
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1841"/></l><l>Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1842"/></l><l>Give some supportance to the bending twigs.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1843"/></l><l>Go thou, and like an executioner,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1844"/></l><l>Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1845"/></l><l>That look too lofty in our commonwealth:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1846"/></l><l>All must be even in our government.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1847"/></l><l>You thus employ'd, I will go root away
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1848"/></l><l>The noisome weeds, which without profit suck
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1849"/></l><l>The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.

<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="1850"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-28"><speaker>Serv.</speaker><l>Why should we in the compass of a pale
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1851"/></l><l>Keep law and form and due proportion,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1852"/></l><l>Showing, as in a model, our firm estate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1853"/></l><l>When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1854"/></l><l>Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1855"/></l><l>Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruin'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1856"/></l><l>Her knots disorder'd and her wholesome herbs
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1857"/></l><l part="I">Swarming with caterpillars?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1858"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-26"><speaker>Gard.</speaker><l part="F">Hold thy peace:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1859"/></l><l>He that hath suffer'd this disorderly spring
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1860"/></l><l>Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf:
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="1861"/></l><l>The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1862"/></l><l>That seem'd in eating him to hold him up,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1863"/></l><l>Are pluck'd up root and all by Bolingbroke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1864"/></l><l>I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1865"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-28"><speaker>Serv.</speaker><l part="I">What, are they dead?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1866"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-26"><speaker>Gard.</speaker><l part="F">They are; <lb ed="F1" n="1867"/>and Bolingbroke
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Hath seized the wasteful king. <lb ed="F1" n="1868"/>O, what pity is it
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>That he had not so trimm'd <lb ed="F1" n="1869"/>and dress'd his land
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>As we this garden!   We at time of year
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1870"/></l><l>Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1871"/></l><l>Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood,
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="1872"/></l><l>With too much riches it confound itself:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1873"/></l><l>Had he done so to great and growing men,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1874"/></l><l>They might have lived to bear and he to taste
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1875"/></l><l>Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1876"/></l><l>We lop away, that bearing boughs may live:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1877"/></l><l>Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1878"/></l><l>Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1879"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-28"><speaker>Serv.</speaker><p>What, think you then the king shall be deposed?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1880"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-26"><speaker>Gard.</speaker><l>Depress'd he's already, and deposed
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1881"/></l><l>'Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="1882"/></l><l>To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1883"/></l><l>That tell black tidings.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1884"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>O, I am pressed to death through want of speaking!  <stage>[Coming forward.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1885"/></l><l>Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1886"/></l><l>How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1887"/></l><l>What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1888"/></l><l>To make a second fall of cursed man?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1889"/></l><l>Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1890"/></l><l>Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1891"/></l><l>Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how,
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="1892"/></l><l>Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1893"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-26"><speaker>Gard.</speaker><l>Pardon me, madam: little joy have I
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1894"/></l><l>To breathe this news; yet what I say is true.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1895"/></l><l>King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1896"/></l><l>Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1897"/></l><l>In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1898"/></l><l>And some few vanities that make him light;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1899"/></l><l>But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1900"/></l><l>Besides himself, are all the English peers,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1901"/></l><l>And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="1902"/></l><l>Post you to London, and you will find it so;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1903"/></l><l>I speak no more than every one doth know.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1904"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1905"/></l><l>Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1906"/></l><l>And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1907"/></l><l>To serve me last, that I may longest keep
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1908"/></l><l>Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1909"/></l><l>To meet at London London's king in woe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1910"/></l><l>What, was I born to this, that my sad look
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1911"/></l><l>Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="1912"/></l><l>Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1913"/></l><l>Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.  <stage>[Exeunt Queen and Ladies.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1914"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-26"><speaker>Gard.</speaker><l>Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1915"/></l><l>I would my skill were subject to thy curse.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1916"/></l><l>Here did she fall a tear; here in this place
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1917"/></l><l>I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1918"/></l><l>Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1919"/></l><l>In the remembrance of a weeping queen.
<stage>[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
  </div1>

  <div1 type="act" n="4">
    <head>ACT IV</head><lb ed="F1" n="1920"/>
<div2 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting">Westminster Hall.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1921"/><stage type="entrance">Enter, as to the Parliament, BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, NORTHUMBERLAND, <lb ed="F1" n="1922"/>PERCY, FITZWATER, SURREY, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, the ABBOT <lb ed="F1" n="1923"/>OF WESTMINSTER, and another Lord, Herald, Officers, and BAGOT.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1924"/><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Call forth Bagot.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1925"/></l><l>Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1926"/></l><l>What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1927"/></l><l>Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1928"/></l><l>The bloody office of his timeless end.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1929"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-18"><speaker>Bagot.</speaker><p>Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1930"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1931"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-18"><speaker>Bagot.</speaker><l>My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1932"/></l><l>Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1933"/></l><l>In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1934"/></l><l>I heard you say, 'Is not my arm of length,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1935"/></l><l>That reaches from the restful English court
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1936"/></l><l>As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1937"/></l><l>Amongst much other talk, that very time,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1938"/></l><l>I heard you say that you had rather refuse
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1939"/></l><l>The offer of an hundred thousand crowns
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1940"/></l><l>Than Bolingbroke's return to England;
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Adding withal, <lb ed="F1" n="1941"/>how blest this land would be
<lb ed="G"/></l><l part="I">In this your cousin's death.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1942"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l part="F">Princes and noble lords,
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="1943"/></l><l>What answer shall I make to this base man?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1944"/></l><l>Shall I so much dishonor my fair stars,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1945"/></l><l>On equal terms to give him chastisement?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1946"/></l><l>Either I must, or have mine honor soil'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1947"/></l><l>With the attainder of his slanderous lips.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1948"/></l><l>There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1949"/></l><l>That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1950"/></l><l>And will maintain what thou hast said is false
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1951"/></l><l>In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1952"/></l><l>To stain the temper of my knightly sword.

<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="1953"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1954"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Excepting one, I would he were the best
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1955"/></l><l>In all this presence that hath moved me so.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1956"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-30"><speaker>Fitz.</speaker><l>If that thy valor stand on sympathy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1957"/></l><l>There is my gage, Aumerle. in gage to thine:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1958"/></l><l>By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1959"/></l><l>I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spakest it,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1960"/></l><l>That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester's death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1961"/></l><l>If thou deny'st it twenty times, thou liest;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1962"/></l><l>And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="1963"/></l><l>Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1964"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1965"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-30"><speaker>Fitz.</speaker><p>Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1966"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1967"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l>Aumerle, thou liest; his honor is as true
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1968"/></l><l>In this appeal as thou art all unjust;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1969"/></l><l>And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1970"/></l><l>To prove it on thee to the extremest point
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1971"/></l><l>Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1972"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>An if I do not, may my hands rot off
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="1973"/></l><l>And never brandish more revengeful steel
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1974"/></l><l>Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

<lb ed="G"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-32"><speaker>Another Lord.</speaker><l>I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle;
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>And spur thee on with full as many lies
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>As may be holloa'd in thy treacherous ear
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>From sun to sun: there is my honor's pawn;
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.

<lb ed="G"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all:
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>To answer twenty thousand such as you.

<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="1975"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-32"><speaker>Surrey.</speaker><l>My lord Fitzwater, <lb ed="F1" n="1976"/>I do remember well
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>The very time <lb ed="F1" n="1977"/>Aumerle and you did talk.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1978"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-30"><speaker>Fitz.</speaker><lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1979"/><l>'Tis very true: you were in presence then;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1980"/></l><l>And you can witness with me this is true.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1981"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-32"><speaker>Surrey.</speaker><p>As false, by heaven, <lb ed="F1" n="1982"/>as heaven itself is true.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1983"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-30"><speaker>Fitz.</speaker><l part="I">Surrey. thou list.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1984"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-32"><speaker>Surrey.</speaker><l part="F">Dishonorable boy!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1985"/></l><l>That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1986"/></l><l>That it shall render vengeance and revenge
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1987"/></l><l>Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1988"/></l><l>In earth as quiet as thy father's skull:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1989"/></l><l>In proof whereof, there is my honor's pawn;
<lb ed="G" n="71"/><lb ed="F1" n="1990"/></l><l>Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1991"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-30"><speaker>Fitz.</speaker><l>How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1992"/></l><l>If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1993"/></l><l>I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1994"/></l><l>And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1995"/></l><l>And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1996"/></l><l>To tie thee to my strong correction.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1997"/></l><l>As I intend to thrive in this new world,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1998"/></l><l>Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="1999"/></l><l>Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2000"/></l><l>That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2001"/></l><l>To execute the noble duke at Calais.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2002"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Some honest Christian trust me with a gage,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2003"/></l><l>That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2004"/></l><l>If he may be repeal'd, to try his honor.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2005"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>These differences shall all rest under gage
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2006"/></l><l>Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2007"/></l><l>And, though mine enemy, restored again
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2008"/></l><l>To all his lands and signories: when he's  return'd,
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="2009"/></l><l>Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2010"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-24"><speaker>Car.</speaker><l>That honorable day shall ne'er be seen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2011"/></l><l>Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2012"/></l><l>For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2013"/></l><l>Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2014"/></l><l>Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2015"/></l><l>And toil'd with works of war, retired himself
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2016"/></l><l>To Italy; and there at Venice gave
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2017"/></l><l>His body to that pleasant country's earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2018"/></l><l>And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="2019"/></l><l>Under whose colors he had fought so long.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2020"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p> Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2021"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-24"><speaker>Car.</speaker><p>As surely as I live, my lord.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2022"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2023"/></l><l>Of good old Abraham!  Lords appellants,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2024"/></l><l>Your differences shall all rest under gage
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2025"/></l><l>Till we assign you to your days of trial.
<lb ed="F1" n="2026"/><stage type="entrance">Enter YORK. attended.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2027"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2028"/></l><l>From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2029"/></l><l>Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="2030"/></l><l>To the possession of thy royal hand:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2031"/></l><l>Ascend his throne, descending now from him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2032"/></l><l>And long live Henry, fourth of that name!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2033"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2034"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-24"><speaker>Car.</speaker><l>Marry, God forbid!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2035"/></l><l>Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2036"/></l><l>Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2037"/></l><l>Would God that any in this noble presence
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2038"/></l><l>Were enough noble to be upright judge
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2039"/></l><l>Of noble Richard! then true noblesse would
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2040"/></l><l>Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2041"/></l><l>What subject can give sentence on his king?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2042"/></l><l>And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2043"/></l><l>Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2044"/></l><l>Although apparent guilt be seen in them;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2045"/></l><l>And shall the figure of God's majesty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2046"/></l><l>His captain, steward, deputy-elect,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2047"/></l><l>Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2048"/></l><l>Be judged by subject and inferior breath,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2049"/></l><l>And he himself not present?   O, forfend it, God,
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="2050"/></l><l>That in a Christian climate souls refined
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2051"/></l><l>Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2052"/></l><l>I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2053"/></l><l>Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2054"/></l><l>My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2055"/></l><l>Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2056"/></l><l>And if you crown him, let me prophesy:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2057"/></l><l>The blood of English shall manure the ground,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2058"/></l><l>And future ages groan for this foul act;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2059"/></l><l>Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="2060"/></l><l>And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2061"/></l><l>Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2062"/></l><l>Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2063"/></l><l>Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2064"/></l><l>The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2065"/></l><l>O, if you raise this house against this house,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2066"/></l><l>It will the woefullest division prove
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2067"/></l><l>That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2068"/></l><l>Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2069"/></l><l>Lest child, child's children, cry against you 'woe!'

<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="2070"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2071"/></l><l>Of capital treason we arrest you here.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2072"/></l><l>My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2073"/></l><l>To keep him safely till his day of trial.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2074"/></l><l>May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2075"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2076"/></l><l>He may surrender; so we shall proceed
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2077"/></l><l part="I">Without suspicion.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2078"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l part="F">I will be his conduct.  <stage>[Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2079"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Lords, you that are here under our arrest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2080"/></l><l>Procure your sureties for your days of answer.
<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="2081"/></l><l>Little are we beholding to your love,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2082"/></l><l>And little look'd for at your helping hands.
<lb ed="F1" n="2083"/><stage type="entrance">Re-enter YORK, with RICHARD, and Officers
               bearing the regalia.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2084"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Alack, why am I sent for to a king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2085"/></l><l>Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2086"/></l><l>Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2087"/></l><l>To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2088"/></l><l>Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2089"/></l><l>To this submission. Yet I well remember
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2090"/></l><l>The favors of these men: were they not mine?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2091"/></l><l>Did they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' to me?
<lb ed="G" n="170"/><lb ed="F1" n="2092"/></l><l>So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2093"/></l><l>Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2094"/></l><l>God save the king! Will no man say amen?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2095"/></l><l>Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2096"/></l><l>God save the king!  although I be not he;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2097"/></l><l>And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2098"/></l><l>To do what service am I sent for hither?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2099"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>To do that office of thine own good will
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2100"/></l><l>Which tired majesty did make thee offer,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2101"/></l><l>The resignation of thy state and crown
<lb ed="G" n="180"/><lb ed="F1" n="2102"/></l><l>To Henry Bolingbroke.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2103"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2104"/></l><l>Here, cousin;
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>On this side my hand, and on that side yours.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2105"/></l><l>Now is this golden crown like a deep well
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2106"/></l><l>That owes two buckets, filling one another,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2107"/></l><l>The emptier ever dancing in the air,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2108"/></l><l>The other down, unseen and full of water:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2109"/></l><l>That bucket down and full of tears am I,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2110"/></l><l>Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

<lb ed="G" n="190"/><lb ed="F1" n="2111"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>I thought you had been willing to resign.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2112"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2113"/></l><l>You may my glories and my state depose,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2114"/></l><l>But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2115"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Part of your cares you give me with your crown.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2116"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2117"/></l><l>My care is loss of care, by old care done;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2118"/></l><l>Your care is gain of care, by new care won:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2119"/></l><l>The cares I give I have, though given away;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2120"/></l><l>They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2121"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p> Are you contented to resign the crown? 200

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2122"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2123"/></l><l>Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2124"/></l><l>Now mark me, how I will undo myself:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2125"/></l><l>I give this heavy weight from off my head
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2126"/></l><l>And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2127"/></l><l>The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2128"/></l><l>With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2129"/></l><l>With mine own hands I give away my crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2130"/></l><l>With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2131"/></l><l>With mine own breath release all duty's rites:
<lb ed="G" n="211"/><lb ed="F1" n="2132"/></l><l>All pomp and majesty I do forswear;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2133"/></l><l>My manors, rents, revenues I forego;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2134"/></l><l>My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2135"/></l><l>God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2136"/></l><l>God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2137"/></l><l>Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2138"/></l><l>And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2139"/></l><l>Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
<lb ed="G" n="219"/><lb ed="F1" n="2140"/></l><l>And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2141"/></l><l>God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2142"/></l><l>And send him many years of sunshine days!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2143"/></l><l part="I">What more remains?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2144"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l part="F">No more, but that you read
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2145"/></l><l>These accusations and these grievous crimes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2146"/></l><l>Committed by your person and your followers
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2147"/></l><l>Against the state and profit of this land;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2148"/></l><l>That, by confessing them, the souls of men
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2149"/></l><l>May deem that you are worthily deposed.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2150"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Must I do so? and must I ravel out
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2151"/></l><l>My weaved-up folly? Gentle Northumberland
<lb ed="G" n="230"/><lb ed="F1" n="2152"/></l><l>If thy offences were upon record,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2153"/></l><l>Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2154"/></l><l>To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2155"/></l><l>There shouldst thou find one heinous article,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2156"/></l><l>Containing the deposing of a king
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2157"/></l><l>And cracking the strong warrant of an oath
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2158"/></l><l>Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2159"/></l><l>Nay, all of you that stand and look upon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2160"/></l><l>Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2161"/></l><l>Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands
<lb ed="G" n="240"/><lb ed="F1" n="2162"/></l><l>Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2163"/></l><l>Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2164"/></l><l>And water cannot wash away your sin.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2165"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2166"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2167"/></l><l>And yet salt water blinds them not so much
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2168"/></l><l>But they can see a sort of traitors here.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2169"/></l><l>Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2170"/></l><l>I find myself a traitor with the rest;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2171"/></l><l>For I have given here my soul's consent
<lb ed="G" n="250"/><lb ed="F1" n="2172"/></l><l>To undeck the pompous body of a king;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2173"/></l><l>Made glory base and sovereignty a slave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2174"/></l><l>Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2175"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>My lord,--

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2176"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2177"/></l><l>Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2178"/></l><l>No, not that name was given me at the font.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2179"/></l><l>But 'tis usurp'd: alack the heavy day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2180"/></l><l>That I have worn so many winters out,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2181"/></l><l>And know not now what name to call myself!
<lb ed="G" n="260"/><lb ed="F1" n="2182"/></l><l>O that I were a mockery king of snow,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2183"/></l><l>Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2184"/></l><l>To melt myself away in water-drops!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2185"/></l><l>Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2186"/></l><l>An if my word be sterling yet in England,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2187"/></l><l>Let it command a mirror hither straight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2188"/></l><l>That it may show me what a face I have,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2189"/></l><l>Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2190"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.  <stage>[Exit an attendant.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2191"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.

<lb ed="G" n="270"/><lb ed="F1" n="2192"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2193"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2194"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><p>The commons will not then be satisfied.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2195"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2196"/></l><l>When I do see the very book indeed
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2197"/></l><l>Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.
<lb ed="F1" n="2198"/><stage>Re-enter Attendant, with a glass.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2199"/></l><l>Give me the glass, and therein will I read.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2200"/></l><l>No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2201"/></l><l>So many blows upon this face of mine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2202"/></l><l>And made no deeper wounds?   O flattering glass,
<lb ed="G" n="280"/><lb ed="F1" n="2203"/></l><l>Like to my followers in prosperity,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2204"/></l><l>Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2205"/></l><l>That every day under his household roof
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2206"/></l><l>Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2207"/></l><l>That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2208"/></l><l>Was this the face that faced so many follies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2209"/></l><l>And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2210"/></l><l>A brittle glory shineth in this face:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2211"/></l><l>As brittle as the glory is the face;
<stage>[Dashes the glass against the ground.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2212"/></l><l>For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.
<lb ed="G" n="290"/><lb ed="F1" n="2213"/></l><l>Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2214"/></l><l>How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2215"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2216"/></l><l part="I">The shadow of your face.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2217"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l part="F">Say that again.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2218"/></l><l>The shadow of my sorrow! ha! let's see:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2219"/></l><l>'Tis very true, my grief lies all within;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2220"/></l><l>And these external manners of laments
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2221"/></l><l>Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2222"/></l><l>That swells with silence in the tortured soul;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2223"/></l><l>There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king,
<lb ed="G" n="300"/><lb ed="F1" n="2224"/></l><l>For thy great bounty, that not only givest
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2225"/></l><l>Me cause to wail but teachest me the way
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2226"/></l><l>How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2227"/></l><l>And then be gone and trouble you no more.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2228"/></l><l part="I">Shall I obtain it?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2229"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l part="F">Name it, fair cousin.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2230"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2231"/></l><l>For when I was king, my flatterers
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2232"/></l><l>Were then but subjects; being now a subject,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2233"/></l><l>I have a king here to my flatterer.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2234"/></l><l>Being so great, I have no need to beg.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2235"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Yet ask.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2236"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>And shall I have?

<lb ed="G" n="310"/><lb ed="F1" n="2237"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>You shall.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2238"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Then give me leave to go.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2239"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Whither?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2240"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Whither you will, so I were from your sights.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2241"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Go, some of you convey him to the Tower.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2242"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>O, good! convey? conveyers are you all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2243"/></l><l>That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.
<stage>[Exeunt King Richard, some Lords,
                                   and a Guard.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2244"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>On Wednesday next we solemnly set down
<lb ed="G" n="320"/><lb ed="F1" n="2245"/></l><l>Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves.
<stage>[Exeunt all except the Bishop of Carlisle, the Abbot of Westminster and Aumerle.</stage>

<lb ed="G" n="321"/><lb ed="F1" n="2246"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-29"><speaker>Abbot.</speaker><l>A woeful pageant have we here beheld.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2247"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-24"><speaker>Car.</speaker><l>The woe's to come; the children yet unborn.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2248"/></l><l>Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2249"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>You holy clergymen, is there no plot
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2250"/></l><l>To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?

<lb ed="G"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-29"><speaker>Abbot.</speaker><l>My lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2251"/></l><l>Before I freely speak my mind herein,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2252"/></l><l>You shall not only take the sacrament
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2253"/></l><l>To bury mine intents, but also to effect
<lb ed="G" n="330"/><lb ed="F1" n="2254"/></l><l>Whatever I shall happen to devise.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2255"/></l><l>I see your brows are full of discontent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2256"/></l><l>Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2257"/></l><l>Come home with me to supper: and I'll lay
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>A plot <lb ed="F1" n="2258"/>shall show us all a merry day.  <stage>[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2>
  </div1>

  <div1 type="act" n="5">
    <head>ACT V</head><lb ed="F1" n="2259"/>
<div2 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting">London. A street leading to the Tower.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2260"/><stage type="entrance">Enter QUEEN and Ladies.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2261"/><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>This way the king will come; this is the way
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2262"/></l><l>To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2263"/></l><l>To whose flint bosom my condemned lord
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2264"/></l><l>Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2265"/></l><l>Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2266"/></l><l>Have any resting for her true king's queen.
<lb ed="F1" n="2267"/><stage type="entrance">Enter RICHARD and Guard.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2268"/></l><l>But soft, but see, or rather do not see,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2269"/></l><l>My fair rose wither: yet look up, behold,
<lb ed="G" n="9"/><lb ed="F1" n="2270"/></l><l>That you in pity may dissolve to dew,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2271"/></l><l>And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2272"/></l><l>Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2273"/></l><l>Thou map of honor, thou King Richard's tomb,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2274"/></l><l>And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2275"/></l><l>Why should hard-favor'd grief be lodged in thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2276"/></l><l>When triumph is become an alehouse guest?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2277"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2278"/></l><l>To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2279"/></l><l>To think our former state a happy dream;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2280"/></l><l>From which awaked, the truth of what we are
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2281"/></l><l>Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet,
<lb ed="G" n="21"/><lb ed="F1" n="2282"/></l><l>To grim Necessity, and he and I
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2283"/></l><l>Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2284"/></l><l>And cloister thee in some religious house:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2285"/></l><l>Our holy lives must win a new world's crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2286"/></l><l>Which our profane hours here have stricken down.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2287"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>What, is my Richard both in shape and mind
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2288"/></l><l>Transform'd and weaken'd? hath Bolingbroke deposed
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2289"/></l><l>Thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2290"/></l><l>The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw,
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="2291"/></l><l>And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2292"/></l><l>To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2293"/></l><l>Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2294"/></l><l>And fawn on rage with base humility,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2295"/></l><l>Which art a lion and a king of beasts?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2296"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2297"/></l><l>I had been still a happy king of men.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2298"/></l><l>Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2299"/></l><l>Think I am dead and that even here thou takest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2300"/></l><l>As from my death-bed, thy last living leave.
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="2301"/></l><l>In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2302"/></l><l>With good old folks and let them tell thee tales
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2303"/></l><l>Of woeful ages long ago betid;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2304"/></l><l>And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2305"/></l><l>Tell thou the lamentable tale of me
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2306"/></l><l>And send the hearers weeping to their beds:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2307"/></l><l>For why, the senseless brands will sympathize
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2308"/></l><l>The heavy accent of thy moving tongue
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2309"/></l><l>And in compassion weep the fire out;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2310"/></l><l>And some will mourn in ashes, some coalblack,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="2311"/></l><l>For the deposing of a rightful king.
<lb ed="F1" n="2312"/><stage type="entrance">Enter NORTHUMBERLAND and others.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2313"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2314"/></l><l>You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2315"/></l><l>And, madam, there is order ta'en for you;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2316"/></l><l>With all swift speed you must away to France.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2317"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2318"/></l><l>The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2319"/></l><l>The time shall not be many hours of age
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2320"/></l><l>More than it is ere foul sin gathering head
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2321"/></l><l>Shall break into corruption: thou shalt think,
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="2322"/></l><l>Though he divide the realm and give thee half,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2323"/></l><l>It is too little, helping him to all;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2324"/></l><l>And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2325"/></l><l>To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2326"/></l><l>Being ne'er so little urged, another way
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2327"/></l><l>To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2328"/></l><l>The love of wicked men converts to fear;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2329"/></l><l>That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2330"/></l><l>To worthy danger and deserved death.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2331"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="2332"/></l><l>Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2333"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2334"/></l><l>A twofold marriage, 'twixt my crown and me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2335"/></l><l>And then betwixt me and my married wife.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2336"/></l><l>Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2337"/></l><l>And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2338"/></l><l>Part us, Northumberland; I towards the north,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2339"/></l><l>Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2340"/></l><l>My wife to France: from whence, set forth in pomp,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2341"/></l><l>She came adorned hither like sweet May,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2342"/></l><l>Sent back like Hallowmas or short'st of day.

<lb ed="G" n="81"/><lb ed="F1" n="2343"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>And must we be divided? must we part?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2344"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2345"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>Banish us both and send the king with me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2346"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>That were some love but little policy.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2347"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>Then whither he goes, thither let me go.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2348"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>So two, together weeping, make one woe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2349"/></l><l>Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2350"/></l><l>Better far off than near, be ne'er the near.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2351"/></l><l>Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans.

<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="2352"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>So longest way shall have the longest moans.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2353"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2354"/></l><l>And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2355"/></l><l>Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2356"/></l><l>Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2357"/></l><l>One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2358"/></l><l>Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2359"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-15"><speaker>Queen.</speaker><l>Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2360"/></l><l>To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2361"/></l><l>So, now I have mine own again, be gone,
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="2362"/></l><l>That I may strive to kill it with a groan.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2363"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>We make woe wanton with this fond delay:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2364"/></l><l>Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.
<stage>[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="2">
  <head>SCENE II</head><lb ed="F1" n="2365"/>
<stage type="setting">The DUKE OF YORK'S palace.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2366"/><stage type="entrance">Enter YORK and his DUCHESS.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2367"/><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>My lord, you told me you would tell the rest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2368"/></l><l>When weeping made you break the story off,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2369"/></l><l>Of our two cousins coming into London.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2370"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l part="I">Where did I leave?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2371"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="F">At that sad stop, my lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2372"/></l><l>Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2373"/></l><l>Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2374"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2375"/></l><l>Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2376"/></l><l>Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2377"/></l><l>With slow but stately pace kept on his course,
<lb ed="G" n="11"/><lb ed="F1" n="2378"/></l><l>Whilst all tongues cried 'God save thee, Bolingbroke!'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2379"/></l><l>You would have thought the very windows spake,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2380"/></l><l>So many greedy looks of young and old
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2381"/></l><l>Through casements darted their desiring eyes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2382"/></l><l>Upon his visage, and that all the walls
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2383"/></l><l>With painted imagery had said at once
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2384"/></l><l>'Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2385"/></l><l>Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2386"/></l><l>Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed's neck,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2387"/></l><l>Bespake them thus: 'I thank you, countrymen:'
<lb ed="G" n="21"/><lb ed="F1" n="2388"/></l><l>And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2389"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2390"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2391"/></l><l>After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2392"/></l><l>Are idly bent on him that enters next,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2393"/></l><l>Thinking his prattle to be tedious;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2394"/></l><l>Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2395"/></l><l>Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2396"/></l><l>No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="2397"/></l><l>But dust was thrown upon his sacred head:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2398"/></l><l>Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2399"/></l><l>His face still combating with tears and smiles,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2400"/></l><l>The badges of his grief and patience,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2401"/></l><l>That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2402"/></l><l>The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2403"/></l><l>And barbarism itself have pitied him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2404"/></l><l>But heaven hath a hand in these events,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2405"/></l><l>To whose high will we bound our calm contents.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2406"/></l><l>To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now.
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="2407"/></l><l>Whose state and honor I for aye allow.
<lb ed="F1" n="2408"/>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2409"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="I">Here comes my son Aumerle.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2410"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l part="F">Aumerle that was;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2411"/></l><l>But that is lost for being Richard's friend,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2412"/></l><l>And, madam, you must call him Rutland now:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2413"/></l><l>I am in parliament pledge for his truth
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2414"/></l><l>And lasting fealty to the new-made king.
<stage type="entrance">Enter AUMERLE.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2415"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>Welcome, my son: who are the violets now
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2416"/></l><l>That strew the green lap of the new come spring?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2417"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2418"/></l><l>God knows I had as lief be none as one.

<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="2419"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2420"/></l><l>Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2421"/></l><l>What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2422"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>For aught I know, my lord, they do.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2423"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><p>You will be there, I know.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2424"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>If God prevent not, I purpose so.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2425"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2426"/></l><l>Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2427"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l part="I">My lord, 'tis nothing.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2428"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l part="F">No matter, then, who see it:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2429"/></l><l>I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2430"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>I do beseech your grace to pardon me:
<lb ed="G" n="61"/><lb ed="F1" n="2431"/></l><l>It is a matter of small consequence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2432"/></l><l>Which for some reasons I would not have seen.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2433"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2434"/></l><l part="I">I fear, I fear--

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2435"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="F">What should you fear?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2436"/></l><l>'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2437"/></l><l>For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2438"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Bound to himself!  what doth he with a bond
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2439"/></l><l>That he is bound to?   Wife, thou art a fool.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2440"/></l><l>Boy, let me see the writing.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2441"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2442"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.
<stage>[He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2443"/></l><l>Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2444"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><p>What is the matter, my lord?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2445"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l part="I">Ho! who is within there?
<stage type="entrance">Enter a Servant.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/></l><l part="F">Saddle my horse.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2446"/></l><l>God for his mercy, what treachery is here!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2447"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><p>Why, what is it, my lord?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2448"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse.  <stage>[Exit Servant.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2449"/></l><l>Now, by mine honor, by my life, by my troth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2450"/></l><l part="I">I will appeach the villain.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2451"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="F">What is the matter?

<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="2452"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Peace, foolish woman.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2453"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2454"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Good mother, be content; it is no more
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2455"/></l><l part="I">Than my poor life must answer.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2456"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="F">Thy life answer!
<lb ed="F1" n="2457"/>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2458"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Bring me my boots: I will unto the king.
<stage>Re-enter Servant with boots.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2459"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>Strike him, Aumerle.   Poor boy, thou art amazed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2460"/></l><l>Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2461"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Give me my boots, I say.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2462"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>Why, York, what wilt thou do?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2463"/></l><l>Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2464"/></l><l>Have we more sons? or are we like to have?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2465"/></l><l>Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2466"/></l><l>And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2467"/></l><l>And rob me of a happy mother's name?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2468"/></l><l>Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2469"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Thou fond mad woman,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2470"/></l><l>Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2471"/></l><l>A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2472"/></l><l>And interchangeably set down their hands,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2473"/></l><l part="I">To kill the king at Oxford.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2474"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="F">He shall be none;
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="2475"/></l><l>We'll keep him here: then what is that to him?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2476"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2477"/></l><l part="I">I would appeach him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2478"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="F">Hadst thou groan'd for him
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2479"/></l><l>As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2480"/></l><l>But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2481"/></l><l>That I have been disloyal to thy bed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2482"/></l><l>And that he is a bastard, not thy son:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2483"/></l><l>Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2484"/></l><l>He is as like thee as a man may be,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2485"/></l><l>Not like to me, or any of my kin,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2486"/></l><l part="I">And yet I love him.

<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="2487"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l part="F">Make way, unruly woman!
<stage>[Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2488"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2489"/></l><l>Spur post, and get before him to the king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2490"/></l><l>And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2491"/></l><l>I'll not be long behind; though I be old,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2492"/></l><l>I doubt not but to ride as fast as York:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2493"/></l><l>And never will I rise up from the ground
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2494"/></l><l>Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone!  <stage>[Exeunt.</stage>
        </l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="3">
  <head>SCENE III</head><lb ed="F1" n="2495"/>
<stage type="setting">A royal palace.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2496"/><stage type="entrance">Enter BOLINGBROKE, PERCY, and other Lords.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2497"/><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2498"/></l><l>'Tis full three months since I did see him last;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2499"/></l><l>If any plague hangs over us, 'tis he.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2500"/></l><l>I would to God, my lords, he might be found:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2501"/></l><l>Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2502"/></l><l>For there, they say, he daily doth frequent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2503"/></l><l>With unrestrained loose companions,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2504"/></l><l>Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2505"/></l><l>And beat our watch, and rob our passengers;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2506"/></l><l>Which he, young wanton and effeminate boy,
<lb ed="G" n="11"/><lb ed="F1" n="2507"/></l><l>Takes on the point of honor to support
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2508"/></l><l>So dissolute a crew.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2509"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l>My lord, some two days since I saw the prince,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2510"/></l><l>And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2511"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>And what said the gallant?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2512"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l>His answer was, he would unto the stews,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2513"/></l><l>And from the common'st creature pluck a glove,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2514"/></l><l>And wear it as a favor; and with that
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2515"/></l><l>He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.

<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="2516"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>As dissolute as desperate; yet through both
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2517"/></l><l>I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2518"/></l><l>May happily bring forth. But who comes here?
<lb ed="F1" n="2519"/><stage type="entrance">Enter AUMERLE.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2520"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Where is the king?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2521"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>What means our cousin, that he stares and looks
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2522"/></l><l>So wildly?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2523"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>God save your grace! I do beseech your majesty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2524"/></l><l>To have some conference with your grace alone.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2525"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.  <stage>[Exeunt Percy and Lords.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2526"/></l><l>What is the matter with our cousin now?

<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="2527"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>For ever may my knees grow to the earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2528"/></l><l>My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2529"/></l><l>Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2530"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Intended or committed was this fault?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2531"/></l><l>If on the first, how heinous e'er it be,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2532"/></l><l>To win thy after-love I pardon thee.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2533"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Then give me leave that I may turn the key,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2534"/></l><l>That no man enter till my tale be done.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2535"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>Have thy desire.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2536"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><stage>[Within]</stage><l>My liege, beware; look to thyself;
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="2537"/></l><l>Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2538"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Villain, I'll make thee safe.
<stage>[Drawing.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2539"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Stay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause <lb ed="F1" n="2540"/>to fear.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2541"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><stage>[Within]</stage><l>Open the door, secure, foolhardy king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2542"/></l><l>Shall I for love speak treason to thy face?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2543"/></l><l>Open the door, or I will break it open.
<lb ed="F1" n="2544"/><stage type="entrance">Enter YORK.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2545"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>What is the matter, uncle? speak;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2546"/></l><l>Recover breath; tell us how near is danger,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2547"/></l><l>That we may arm us to encounter it.

<lb ed="G" n="49"/><lb ed="F1" n="2548"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2549"/></l><l>The treason that my haste forbids me show.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2550"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><l>Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise pass'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2551"/></l><l>I do repent me; read not my name there;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2552"/></l><l>My heart is not confederate with my hand.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2553"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2554"/></l><l>I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2555"/></l><l>Fear, and not love, begets his penitence:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2556"/></l><l>Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2557"/></l><l>A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2558"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy!
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="2559"/></l><l>O loyal father of a treacherous son!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2560"/></l><l>Thou sheer, immaculate and silver fountain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2561"/></l><l>From whence this stream through muddy passages
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2562"/></l><l>Hath held his current and defiled himself!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2563"/></l><l>Thy overflow of good converts to bad,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2564"/></l><l>And thy abundant goodness shall excuse
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2565"/></l><l>This deadly blot in thy digressing son.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2566"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2567"/></l><l>And he shall spend mine honor with his shame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2568"/></l><l>As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold.
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="2569"/></l><l>Mine honor lives when his dishonour dies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2570"/></l><l>Or my shamed life in his dishonor lies:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2571"/></l><l>Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2572"/></l><l>The traitor lives, the true man's put to death.
<lb ed="F1" n="2573"/>  

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2574"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><stage>[Within]</stage><p>What ho, my liege! for God's sake, let me in.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2575"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><p>What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2576"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>A woman, and thy aunt, great king; 'tis I.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2577"/></l><l>Speak with me, pity me, open the door:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2578"/></l><l>A beggar begs that never begg'd before.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2579"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Our scene is alter'd from a serious thing,
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="2580"/></l><l>And now changed to 'The Beggar and the King.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2581"/></l><l>My dangerous cousin, let your mother in:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2582"/></l><l>I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2583"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>If thou do pardon, whosoever pray,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2584"/></l><l>More sins for this forgiveness prosper may.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2585"/></l><l>This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rest sound;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2586"/></l><l>This let alone will all the rest confound.
<lb ed="F1" n="2587"/><stage type="entrance">Enter DUCHESS.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2588"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>O king, believe not this hard-hearted man!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2589"/></l><l>Love loving not itself none other can.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2590"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2591"/></l><l>Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2592"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><p>Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege.  <stage>[Kneels.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2593"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l part="I">Rise up, good aunt.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2594"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="F">Not yet, I thee beseech:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2595"/></l><l>For ever will I walk upon my knees,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2596"/></l><l>And never see day that the happy sees,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2597"/></l><l>Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2598"/></l><l>By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2599"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-8"><speaker>Aum.</speaker><p>Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2600"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><l>Against them both my true joints bended be.
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>Ill mayst thou thrive, if thou grant any grace!

<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="2601"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2602"/></l><l>His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2603"/></l><l>His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2604"/></l><l>He prays but faintly and would be denied;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2605"/></l><l>We pray with heart and soul and all beside:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2606"/></l><l>His weary joints would gladly rise, I know:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2607"/></l><l>Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2608"/></l><l>His prayers are full of false hypocrisy;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2609"/></l><l>Ours of true zeal and deep integrity.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2610"/></l><l>Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2611"/></l><l>That mercy which true prayer ought to have.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2612"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l part="I">Good aunt, stand up.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2613"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="F">Nay, do not say, 'stand up;'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2614"/></l><l>Say 'pardon' first, and afterwards 'stand up.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2615"/></l><l>An if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2616"/></l><l>'Pardon' should be the first word of thy speech,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2617"/></l><l>I never long'd to hear a word till now;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2618"/></l><l>Say 'pardon,' king; let pity teach thee how:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2619"/></l><l>The word is short, but not so short as sweet;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2620"/></l><l>No word like 'pardon' for kings' mouths so meet.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2621"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-39"><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Speak it in French, king; say, 'pardonne moi.'

<lb ed="G" n="120"/><lb ed="F1" n="2622"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2623"/></l><l>Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2624"/></l><l>That set'st the word itself against the word!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2625"/></l><l>Speak 'pardon' as 'tis current in our land;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2626"/></l><l>The chopping French we do not understand.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2627"/></l><l>Thine eye begins to speak; set thy tongue there:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2628"/></l><l>Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2629"/></l><l>That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2630"/></l><l>Pity may move thee 'pardon' to rehearse.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2631"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l part="I">Good aunt, stand up.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2632"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="F">I do not sue to stand;
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="2633"/></l><l>Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2634"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2635"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l>O happy vantage of a kneeling knee!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2636"/></l><l>Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2637"/></l><l>Twice saying 'pardon' doth not pardon twain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2638"/></l><l part="I">But makes one pardon strong.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2639"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l part="F">With all my heart
<lb ed="G"/></l><l part="I">I pardon him.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2640"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><l part="F">A god on earth thou art.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2641"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>But for our trusty brother-in-law and the abbot,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2642"/></l><l>With all the rest of that consorted crew,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2643"/></l><l>Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="2644"/></l><l>Good uncle, help to order several powers
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2645"/></l><l>To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2646"/></l><l>They shall not live within this world, I swear,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2647"/></l><l>But I will have them, if I once know where.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2648"/></l><l>Uncle, farewell: and, cousin too, adieu:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2649"/></l><l>Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2650"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-34"><speaker>Duch Y.</speaker><p> Come, my old son: I pray God make thee new.                   <lb ed="F1" n="2651"/><stage>[Exeunt.</stage>
        </p></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="4">
<head>SCENE IV</head>
  <stage type="setting">The same.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2652"/><stage type="entrance">Enter EXTON and Servant.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2653"/><sp who="r2-35"><speaker>Exton.</speaker><l>Didst thou not mark the king, what words he <lb ed="F1" n="2654"/>spake,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2655"/></l><l>'Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2656"/></l><l part="I">Was it not so?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2657"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-28"><speaker>Serv.</speaker><l part="F">These were his very words.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2658"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-35"><speaker>Exton.</speaker><l>'Have I no friend?' quoth he: he spake it twice,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2659"/></l><l>And urged it twice together, did he not?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2660"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-28"><speaker>Serv.</speaker><p>He did.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2661"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-35"><speaker>Exton.</speaker><l>And speaking it, he wistly look'd on me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2662"/></l><l>And who should say, 'I would thou wert the man
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2663"/></l><l>That would divorce this terror from my heart;'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2664"/></l><l>Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go:
<lb ed="G" n="11"/><lb ed="F1" n="2665"/></l><l>I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe.
<stage>[Exeunt.</stage>
        </l></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="5">
  <head>SCENE V</head><lb ed="F1" n="2666"/>
<stage type="setting">Pomfret castle.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2667"/><stage type="entrance">Enter KING RICHARD.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2668"/><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>I have been studying how I may compare
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2669"/></l><l>This prison where I live unto the world:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2670"/></l><l>And for because the world is populous
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2671"/></l><l>And here is not a creature but myself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2672"/></l><l>I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2673"/></l><l>My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2674"/></l><l>My soul the father; and these two beget
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2675"/></l><l>A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2676"/></l><l>And these same thoughts people this little world,
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="2677"/></l><l>In humors like the people of this world,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2678"/></l><l>For no thought is contented. The better sort,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2679"/></l><l>As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2680"/></l><l>With scruples and do set the word itself
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2681"/></l><l>Against the word:
<lb ed="G"/></l><l>As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2682"/></l><l>'It is as hard to come as for a camel
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2683"/></l><l>To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2684"/></l><l>Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2685"/></l><l>Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="2686"/></l><l>May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2687"/></l><l>Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2688"/></l><l>And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2689"/></l><l>Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2690"/></l><l>That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2691"/></l><l>Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2692"/></l><l>Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2693"/></l><l>That many have and others must sit there;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2694"/></l><l>And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2695"/></l><l>Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="2696"/></l><l>Of such as have before endured the like.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2697"/></l><l>Thus play I in one person many people,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2698"/></l><l>And none contented: sometimes am I king;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2699"/></l><l>Then treasons make me with myself a beggar,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2700"/></l><l>And so I am: then crushing penury
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2701"/></l><l>Persuades me I was better when a king;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2702"/></l><l>Then am I king'd again: and by and by
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2703"/></l><l>Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2704"/></l><l>And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
<lb ed="G" n="39"/><lb ed="F1" n="2705"/></l><l>Nor I nor any man that but man is
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2706"/></l><l>With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2707"/></l><l>With being nothing. Music do I hear?  <stage>[Music.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2708"/></l><l>Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2709"/></l><l>When time is broke and no proportion kept!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2710"/></l><l>So is it in the music of men's lives.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2711"/></l><l>And here have I the daintiness of ear
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2712"/></l><l>To check time broke in a disorder'd string;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2713"/></l><l>But for the concord of my state and time
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2714"/></l><l>Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2715"/></l><l>I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="2716"/></l><l>For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2717"/></l><l>My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2718"/></l><l>Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2719"/></l><l>Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2720"/></l><l>Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2721"/></l><l>Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2722"/></l><l>Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2723"/></l><l>Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2724"/></l><l>Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2725"/></l><l>Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="2726"/></l><l>While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2727"/></l><l>This music mads me; let it round no more;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2728"/></l><l>For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2729"/></l><l>In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2730"/></l><l>Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2731"/></l><l>For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2732"/></l><l>Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
<lb ed="F1" n="2733"/><stage type="entrance">Enter a Groom of the Stable.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2734"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-37"><speaker>Groom.</speaker><l part="I"> Hail, royal prince!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2735"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l part="F">Thanks, noble peer;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2736"/></l><l>The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2737"/></l><l>What art thou? and how comest thou hither,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2738"/></l><l>Where no man never comes but that sad dog
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2739"/></l><l>That brings me food to make misfortune live?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2740"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-37"><speaker>Groom.</speaker><l>I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2741"/></l><l>When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2742"/></l><l>With much ado at length have gotten leave
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2743"/></l><l>To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2744"/></l><l>O, how it yearn'd my heart when I beheld
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2745"/></l><l>In London streets, that coronation-day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2746"/></l><l>When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2747"/></l><l>That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="2748"/></l><l>That horse that I so carefully have dress'd!

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2749"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2750"/></l><l>How went he under him?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2751"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-27"><speaker>Groom.</speaker><l>So proudly as if he disdain'd the ground.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2752"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2753"/></l><l>That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2754"/></l><l>This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2755"/></l><l>Would he not stumble? would he not fall down,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2756"/></l><l>Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2757"/></l><l>Of that proud man that did usurp his back?
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="2758"/></l><l>Forgiveness, horse!   why do I rail on thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2759"/></l><l>Since thou, created to be awed by man,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2760"/></l><l>Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2761"/></l><l>And yet I bear a burthen like an ass,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2762"/></l><l>Spurr'd, gall'd and tired by jauncing Bolingbroke.
<lb ed="F1" n="2763"/><stage type="entrance">Enter Keeper, with a dish.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2764"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-38"><speaker>Keep.</speaker><p>Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2765"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2766"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-37"><speaker>Groom.</speaker><p>What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall <lb ed="F1" n="2767"/>say.  <stage>[Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2768"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-38"><speaker>Keep.</speaker><p>My lord, will't please you to fall to?

<lb ed="G" n="99"/><lb ed="F1" n="2769"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><p>Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2770"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-38"><speaker>Keep.</speaker><p>My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of
<lb/>Exton, <lb ed="F1" n="2771"/>who lately came from the king,
<lb/>commands the contrary.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2772"/></p></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2773"/></l><l>Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
<stage>[Beats the keeper.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2774"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-38"><speaker>Keep.</speaker><l>Help, help, help!
<lb ed="F1" n="2775"/><stage>Enter EXTON and Servants, armed.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2776"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-5"><speaker>K. Rich.</speaker><l>How now! what means death in this rude assault?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2777"/></l><l>Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.
<stage>[Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2778"/></l><l>Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
<stage>[He kills another. Then <lb ed="F1" n="2779"/>Exton strikes him  down.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2780"/></l><l>That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire
<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="2781"/></l><l>That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2782"/></l><l>Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2783"/></l><l>Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2784"/></l><l>Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.  <stage>[Dies.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2785"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-35"><speaker>Exton.</speaker><l>As full of valor as of royal blood:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2786"/></l><l>Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2787"/></l><l>For now the devil, that told me I did well,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2788"/></l><l>Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2789"/></l><l>This dead king to the living king I'll bear:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2790"/></l><l>Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.  <stage>[Exeunt.</stage>
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  <head>SCENE VI</head><lb ed="F1" n="2791"/>
<stage type="setting">Windsor castle.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2792"/><stage>Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, with <lb ed="F1" n="2793"/>other Lords, and Attendants.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2794"/><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2795"/></l><l>Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2796"/></l><l>Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2797"/></l><l>But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.
<lb ed="F1" n="2798"/><stage type="entrance">Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2799"/></l><l>Welcome, my lord: what is the news?

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2800"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-14"><speaker>North.</speaker><l>First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2801"/></l><l>The next news is, I have to London sent
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2802"/></l><l>The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2803"/></l><l>The manner of their taking may appear
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="2804"/></l><l>At large discoursed in this paper here.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2805"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2806"/></l><l>And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
<lb ed="F1" n="2807"/><stage type="entrance">Enter FITZWATER.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2808"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-30"><speaker>Fitz.</speaker><l>My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2809"/></l><l>The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2810"/></l><l>Two of the dangerous consorted traitors
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2811"/></l><l>That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2812"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2813"/></l><l>Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
<lb ed="F1" n="2814"/><stage type="entrance">Enter PERCY, and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2815"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-21"><speaker>Percy.</speaker><l>The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2816"/></l><l>With clog of conscience and sour melancholy
<lb ed="G" n="21"/><lb ed="F1" n="2817"/></l><l>Hath yielded up his body to the grave;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2818"/></l><l>But here is Carlisle living, to abide
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2819"/></l><l>Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2820"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Carlisle, this is your doom:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2821"/></l><l>Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2822"/></l><l>More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2823"/></l><l>So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2824"/></l><l>For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2825"/></l><l>High sparks of honor in thee have I seen.
<lb ed="F1" n="2826"/><stage type="entrance">Enter EXTON, with persons bearing a coffin.</stage>

<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="2827"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-35"><speaker>Exton.</speaker><l>Great king, within this coffin I present
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2828"/></l><l>Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2829"/></l><l>The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2830"/></l><l>Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2831"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2832"/></l><l>A deed of slander with thy fatal hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2833"/></l><l>Upon my head and all this famous land.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2834"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-35"><speaker>Exton.</speaker><l>From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2835"/></l></sp><sp who="r2-6"><speaker>Boling.</speaker><l>They love not poison that do poison need,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2836"/></l><l>Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead,
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="2837"/></l><l>I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2838"/></l><l>The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2839"/></l><l>But neither my good word nor princely favor:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2840"/></l><l>With Cain go wander through shades of night,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2841"/></l><l>And never show thy head by day nor light.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2842"/></l><l>Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2843"/></l><l>That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2844"/></l><l>Come, mourn with me for that I do lament,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2845"/></l><l>And put on sullen black incontinent:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2846"/></l><l>I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="2847"/></l><l>To wash this blood off from my guilty hand:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2848"/></l><l>March sadly after; grace my mournings here;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2849"/></l><l>In weeping after this untimely bier.  <stage>[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
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