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I see old Gaunt alive, 0, then, my father! I do remaią as neuter. So, fare you well ;-
Will you permit that I shall stand condemnd Unless yon please to enter in the castle,
A wand'ring vagabond ; my rights and royal. And there repose you for this night.

(away Boling: An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
Pluck'd from my arins perforce, and given But we must win yoor grace, to go with us
To apstart anthrifts? Wherefore was I born? To Bristol castle; which, they say, is beld
If that my cousin king be king of England, By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices,
It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster. The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman; Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away.
Had you first died, and he had been thus trod York. It may be, I will go with you :--but

(ther, yet I'll pause; He should have found his uncle Gaunt a la For I am toath to break our country's laws. To rouse his wrongs, and chase them to the Nur friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are: I am denied to sue my livery + here, [bay. Things past redress, are now with me past care. And yet my letters-patent give me leave :

(Exeunt. My father's goods are all distrain'd, and sold; And these, and all, are all amiss employ'd.

SCENE IV. A Camp in Wales. What would yoo bave me do? I am a subject,

Enter SALISBURY, and a Captain. And challenge law : Attornies are denied me; Capt. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid And therefore personally I lay my claim

ten days, To my inheritance of free descent.

And hardly kept our countrymen together, North. The noble duke hath been too much And yet we hear no tidings from the king; abused.

(right. Therefore we will disperse ourselves : farewell. Ross. It stands your grace upon i, to do him Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Wilio. Base men by his endowments are Welshman; marle great.

(this,- The king reposeth all his confidence York, My lords of England, let me tell you in thee.

(not stay I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs, Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead"; we will And labour'd all I could to do him right : 1 The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, But in this kind to come, in braving arms, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; Be his own carver, and cut out his way, The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth., To find out right with wrong, -it may not be; And lean-look'd prophets Whisper fearful And you, that do abet him in this kind,


[leap, Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.

Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and North. The noble duke hath sworn, his The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, coming is

The other, to enjoy by rage and war: But for his own: and, for the right of that, These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; Farewell; our countrymen are gone and fled, And let hira ne'er see joy, that breaks that As well assured, Richard their king is dead. oath.

(Erit. York. Well, well, I see the issue of these Sal. Ah, Richard ! with the eyes of heavy arins ;

I see thy glory, like a shooting star, (mind, I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Fall to the base earth from the firmament ! Because my power is weak, and all ill left: Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, But, if I could, by Him that gave me life, Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest : I would attach you all, and make you stoop Thy friends are fied, to wait upon thy focs; Unto the sovereign mercy of the king ; And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. But, since I cannot, be it known to you,



ACT III. SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol. From off my hands, here, in the view of men, Enter BOLING BROKE, YORK, NORTHUM

I will unfold some causes of your death. BERLAND, PERCY, WILLOUGHBY, Ross:

You have misled a prince, a royal king, Officers behind with Beshy and GREEN, By yoa nnhappied and disfigured clean

A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, prisoners.

You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, Boling. Bring forth these me

Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; Bushy, and Green, I will not vex yonr souls Broke the possession of a royal bed, (S'nce presently your souls must part your And stain'd the beanty of a fair queen's cheeks bodies),

With tears drawn from her eyes by your soul With too much orging your pernicious lives,

wrongs. For’t were no charity: yet, to wash your blood / Myself prince, by fortone of my birth; • The persons who wrong him. + Possession of my land, &c. It is your interest.

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Near to the king in bluod; and near in love, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder;
Till you did make him misinterpret me, Whose double tongne may with a mortal touch
Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.-
And sigh'd my English breath in foreign Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords ;
Eating the bitter bread of banishment: (clouds, This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones
Whilst yon have fed upon my signories, Prove armed soldiers, ére her native king
Dispark’d* my parks, and felld my forest Sball falter under foul rebellious arms.

(coat, Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Power,
From my own windows tórn my household that made you king,
Razed out my impress I, leaving me no sign, - Hath power to keep yoa king, in spite of all.
Save men's opinions, and any living blood, - The means that heaven yieldş miist be em.
To show the world I am a gentleman.

braced, This, and much more, much more than twice And not neglected ; else, if heaven would, all this,

[liver'd over And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; Condemns you to the death:-See thein de. The proffer'd means of succour and redress. To execution and the hand of death. [to ine, Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too

Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death remiss; Than Bolingbroke to England.---Lords, fare. Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, well,

(take our sonls, Grows strong and great, in substance, and in Green, My comfort is,-that heaven will friends. And plague injustice with the pains of hell. K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st Boling. My lord Northumberland,

thou not, them despatch'd.

Tbat when the searching eye of heaven is hid (Exeunt NortHUMBERLAND and Bebind the globe, and lights the lower world, others, with Prisoners.

Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen, Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; In murders, and in outrage, bloody here ; For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : But when, from under this terrestrial ball, Tell her, I send to her my kind commends $; He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. And darts his light through every gnilty hole, York. A gentleman of mine I have de- Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, spatch'd

The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their With letters of your love to her at large.


[selves? Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, Stand bare and naked, trembling at them. away ;

So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, To fight with Glendower and his complices; Who all this while hath revell'd in the night, Awhile to work, and, after, holiday. (Ereunt. Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes, SCENE II. The Coast of Wales. A castle His treasons will sit blushing in his face,

Shall ste us rising in our throne the east, in view.

Not able to endure the sight of day.
Flourish: Drums und Trumpets. Enter But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.

King RICHARD, Bishop of Carlisle, Au. Not all the water in the rough rude sea
YERLE, and Soldiers.

Can wash the balm from an anointed king: K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this The breath of worldly men cannot de pose at hand

(grace the air, The deputy elected by the Lord : Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your For every man that Bolingbroke hath press’d, * After late tossing on the breaking seas? To list shrewd steel against our golden crown, K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay for joy,

A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, To stand upon my kingdom once again.- Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses'

Enter SALISBURY. hoofs :

Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your As a long parted mother with her child

power || ? Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious meeting;


(tongae, Şo, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, Than this weak arm: Discomfort guides my And do thee favour with my royal hands. And bids me speak of nothing but despair. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, One day too late, I fear, my noble lord, Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous Hath clouded all thy bappy days on earth :

(), call back yesterday, bid time return, Bat let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way ; To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, (men? Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy Which with usurping steps do trample thee.'

state! Yield stinging nettles to mine cnemies : For all the Welshmen, hearing thon wert dead, And when they from ihy bosom pluck a flower, Are gone to Boling broke, die persed and fled. • Thrown down the hedges. 7. Of arms.


Ś Compiendations. || Force.

the right.

sense :

Aum. Comfort, my liege: why looks your Three Judasses, each one thrice worse than grace so pale?

[thonsand men

Judas! K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty Would they make peace? terrible hell make

Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; Upon their spotted souls for this offence! (war And, till so much blood thither come again, Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing hit proHave I not reason to look pale and dead ?

perty, All souls that will be safe, Ay from my side; Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate : For time hath set a blot upon my pride. Again uncarse their souls; their peace is made Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who With heads, and not with hands; those whom you are. [king ? you curse,

(wound, K. Kich. I had forgot myself: Am I not Have felt the worst of death's destroying Awake, thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep'st. And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground. Is not the king's name forty thousand names ? Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Arın, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes Wiltshire, dead?

[heads. At thy great glory.-- Look not to the ground, Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their Ye favourites of a king; Are we not high? Aum. Where is the duke my father with High be our thoughts: I know, my uncle York his power?

[man speak: Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no Comes here?

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Enter SCROOP.

Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Scroop. More health and happiness be- Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. tide my liege,

Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him. And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath, K. Rici. Mine ear is open, and my heart Save our deposed bodics to the ground ? prepared ;

Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, The worst is worldly loss, thou canst aufold. And nothing can we call our own, but deatb; Say, is my kingdom lost?'why,'twas my care; And that small model of the barren earth, And what loss is it, to be rid of care?

Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. Suives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? For heaven's sake, let us sit apon the ground, Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, And tell sad stories of the death of kings :We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so: How some have been deposed,someslain inwar; Revolt our subjects ? that we cannot mend; Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; They break their faith to God, as well as us: Some poison'd' by their wives, some sleeping Cry, woe, destructiou, ruin, loss, decay : [day. kill'd; The worst is-death, and death will have his All morders:-For within the hollow crown,

Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so That rounds the mortal temples of a king, To bear the tidings of calamity. [arm'd Keeps death his court; and there the antic sits, Like an upseasonable stormy day, (shores, Scofing his state, and grinning at his pomp; Wbich makes the silver rivers drown their Allowing him a breath, a little scene As if the world were all dissolved to tears; To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; So high above his limits swells the rage Infusing him with self and vain conceit,Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land As if this fileshi, which walls about our life, With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thas, steel.

[less scalps Comes at the last, and with a little pin [king! White-beards have arm'd their thin and hair-Bores thruugh bis castle wall, and-farewell Against thy majesty; boys,with women's voices, Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints With solemn reverence; throw away respect, In stiff unwieldly arms against thy crown: Tradition, form, and ceremonious duly, The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows For you have but mistook me all this while: Of double-fatal yew against thy state;

I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills

Need friends :-Subjected thus, Against thy seat; both young and old rebel, How can you say to me-I am a king? And all goes worse than I have power to tell. Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail ibeir preK. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell'st a sent woes, tale so ill.

But presently prevent the ways to wail. Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, What is become of Bushy? where is Green? Gives, in your weakness,strength unto your foe, That they have let the dangerous enemy

And so your follies fight against yourself. Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it. And fight and die, is death destroying death; 1 warrant, they have made peace with Boling. Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath: broke.

[indeed, my lord. Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of Scroup. Peace have they made with him, And learn to make a body of a limb. [him; K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd with- K. Rich, Thun chidest me well :-Proud out redemption!

Boling brokt, I come

(doom. Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! To change blows with thee for our day of Snakes, in my heart blood warm'd that sting This ague-fit of fear is over-blown; my heart!

An easy task it is, to win our own.--

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Say, Scroop, where lies our ancle with his Percy.The castle royally is mano'd,my lord, power?

[sour. Against thy

entrance. Speak sweetly, man, althongh thy looks be Boling. Royally! Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the Why, it contains no king? The state and inclination of the day: (sky Percy.

Yes, my good lord, So may you by my dull and heavy eye, It doth contain a king; king Richard lies

My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. Within the limits of yon lime and stone : I play the torturer, by small and small, And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Sa. To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: lisbury, Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke; Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman And all your northern castles yielded np, Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn. And all your southern gentlemen in arms North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. Upon his party *.

Boling. Noble lord

(To NORTH. K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.- Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Beshrew+ thee, cousin, wbich didst lead me Through brazen trumpet send the breaih of forth

[TO AUMERLER. or that sweet way I was in to despair! Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver. What say you now? What comfort have we Harry Bolingbroke

[hand; By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, (now? On both his knees doth kiss king Richard's That bids me be of comfort any more.

And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, Go, to Flint castle; there I'll pine away; To his most royal person: hither come A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. [go Even at his feet to lay my arms and power ; That powerf I have, discharge; and let them Provided that, my banishment repealid, To ear g the land that hath some hope to grow, And lands restored again, be freely granted : For I have none :- Let no man speak again If not, I'll use the advantage of my power, To alter this, for counsel is bat vain,

And lay the summer's dust with showers of Aum. My liege, one word.


(lishmen: K. Rich. He does me double wrong Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Eng. That wounds me with the flatteries of his The which, how far off from the mind of Botongue.

(Away, lingbroke Discharge my followers, let them hence ; It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench From Richard's night, to Bolingbroke's fair The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, day.

[Exeunt. My stooping daty tenderly shall show. SCENE III.

Go, signify as much; while here we march Wales. Before Flint Castle.

Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.

(NORTHUMBERLAND advances to the Eriter, with Drum and Colours, BOLING

Castle, with a Trumpet. BROKE and Forces ; YORK, NORTHUM Let's march without the noise of threatning BERLAND, and Others.

drum, Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, That from the castle'stotter'd battlements The Welshmen are dispersed; and Salisbury Our fair appointments may be well pernsed. Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, Methinks, king Richard and myself should With some few private friends, upon this coast. With no less terror than the elements (meet North. The news is very fair and good, my Of fire and water,when their thund'ring shock lord ;

[head. At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. Richard, not far from hence, hath bid his Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: York. It would beseem the lord Northum- The rage be his, while on the earth I rain berland,

My waters; on the earth, and not on him. To say-king Richard:-Alack the heavy day, March on, and mark king Richard how he When such a sacred king should hide his head!

looks. North. Your grace mistakes me; only to A parle sounded, and answered by another Left I his title out.

(be brief #i, Trumpel within. Flourish. Enter on York. The time hath been, (would the walls King RICHARD, the Bishop of Would you have been so brief with him, he Carlisle, AUMERLE, SCROOP, and Salis. Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, BURY. For taking so the head 1, your whole head's York. See, see, king Richard doth himself length.

(should. As doth the blushing discontented sun (appear Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you From out the fiery portal of the east; York. Take not, good cousin, further than When he perceives the envious clouds are bent you should,

[head. To dim his glory, and to stain the track Lest you mis-take: The heavens are o'er your of his bright passage to the occident.

Buling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, Myself against their will.-But who comes As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth Enter PERCY.

[here? Controlling majesty; Alack, alack, for woe, Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? That any harm should stain so fair a show! • Part. + Ill betide. 1 Force. Plough. || Short.

Such liberty ** Parley.


K. Rich. We are amazed ; and thus loņg | Till time lend friends, and friends their help have we stood

ful swords.

(tongwe of mine, To watch the fearful bentling of thy knee, K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this

[To NORTHUMBERLAND. That laid the sentence of dread banishment Because we thought ourself thy lawful king : On yon proud man, should take it off again And if we be, how dare thiy joints forget With words of sooth*! 0, that I were as great To pay their awful duty to our presence? As is my grief, or lesser than my name! If we be not, show as the hand of God Or that I could forget what I have been! That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; Or not remember wbat I must be now! For well we know, no hand of blood and bone Swell'st thoa, proud heart? I'll give thee scope Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,

to beat,

(me. Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp. [done, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and And though you think, that all, as you have Aum. Northumberland comes back from Have torn their souls, by turning them from us, Bolingbroke. [Must he submit ? And we are barren, and bereft of friends ;- K. Rich. What must the king do now? Yet know,-my master, God omnipotent, The king shall do it. Must he be deposed ? Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behalf, The king shall be contented: Must he lose Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike The name of king? o'God's name, let it go : Your children yet unborn, and unbegot, I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads; That list your vassal hands against my head, My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage; And threat the glory of my precious crown. My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown; Tell Bolingbroke, (for yond' methinks, he is) My figured goblets, for a dish of wood; That every stride he makes upon my land, My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff; Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope My subjects, for a pair of carved saints; The purple testament of bleeding war ; And my large kingdom for a little grave, But ere the crown he looks for live in


A little little grave, an obscure grave:Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sors Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, (feet Shallill become the flower of England's face: Some way of common trade, where subjects Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace May hourly trample on their sovereign's head: To scarlet indignation, and bedew

For on my heart they tread, now wbilst I live; Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. And, buried once, why not upon my head

North. The King of heaven forbid, our lord Aumerle, thou weep'st; My tender-hearted
Should so with civil and uncivilarms (the king cousin !
Be rush'd mpon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, We'll make foul weather with despised tears ;
Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer
And by the bonourable tomb he swears, [band; corn,
That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; And make a dearth in this revolting land.
And by the royalties of both your bloods, Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,
Currents that spring from one most gracious And make some pretty match with shedding

tears 3 und by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt ; As thus :--To drop them still npon one place, And by the worth and honour of himself, Till they have fretted as a pair of graves Comprising all that may be sworn or said, Within the earth; and, therein laid, There lies His coming hither hath no further scope, Two kinsmen, digg'd their graves with wecpThan for his lineal royalties, and to beg

ing eyes? Enfranchisement immediate on his knees : Would not this ill do well?–

Well, well, I see Which on thy royal party granted once, I talk but idly, and you mook at me. His glittering arms he will commend + to rust, Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart What says king Bolingbroket will his majesty To faithful service of your majesty.

Give Richard leave to live till Richard die This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; You make a leg ý, and Bolingbroke say may Anil, as I am a gentleman, I credit him. North. My lord, in the base || court he doth K. Rich. Northumberland, say,-thus the

attend .

(down? king returns;

To speak with you; may't please you to come Ilis noble cousin is right welcome hither ; K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glisterAnd all the number of his fair demands

ing Phaëton Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction: Wanting the manage ci unruly jades. With all the gracious utterance thou bast,

[North. retires to BOLING. Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. In the base court? Base court, where kings We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not,

grow base,

[To AUMERLE. To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. To look so poorly, and to speak so fair ? In the base court ? Come down? Down, court! Shall we call back Northumberland, and send down king!

(should sing. Defiance to the traitor, and so die?

For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with

(Exeunt, from above. gentle words,

Boling. What says his Majesty ? • Soil.

+ Commit. 1 Softness. A bow, || Lower.



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