Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; Enter GREEN. Green. God save your majesty!-and well met, genI hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland. [tlemen:Queen. Why hop'st thou so? 'tis better hope he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope: Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd? Green. That he, our hope, might have retired his And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Who strongly hath set footing in this land: The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, And with uplifted arms is safe arrived At Ravenspurg. Queen. Now God in heaven forbid! [power, Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife fo my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy; And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd. Queen. Who shall hinder me? I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope; he is a flatterer, A parasite, a keeper-back of death, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Enter YORK. Green. Here comes the duke of York. Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck; For heaven's sake, speak comfortable words. York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, care, and grief. Your husband he is gone to save far off, Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Here am I left to underprop his land; Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him. Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came. York. He was?-Why, so!-go all which way it will!The nobles they are fled, the commons cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.— Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster; Bid her send me presently a thousand pound:Hold, take my ring. Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: To-day, as I came by, I called there ; But I shall grieve you to report the rest. York. What is it, knave! Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. York. God for his mercy! what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this woful land at once! I know not what to do:-I would to God [Exit Serv. And bring away the armour that is there. Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd, But time will not permit:-all is uneven, [Exeunt YORK and QUEEN. Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power Proportionable to the enemy, Is all impossible. [love Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love, Is near the hate of those love not the king. Bagot. And that's the wav'ring commons: for their Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd. Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king. Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol castle; The earl of Wiltshire is already there. Bushy. Thither will I with you; for little office Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty. We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. broke. SCENE III.-The Wilds in GLOSTERSHIRE. Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with forces. I am a stranger here in Glostershire. And hope to joy is little less in joy, Enter HARRY PERCY. Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.— Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you. North. Why, is he not with the queen? Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office, and dispersed The household of the king. North. What was his reason? He was not so resolved, when last we spake together. To offer service to the duke of Hereford; North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, boy? North. Then learn to know him now; this is the duke. Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service, Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; Which elder days shall ripen, and confirm To more approved service and desert. Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul remembering my good friends; My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it. Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. Boling. Welcome, my lords. I wot, your love pursues A banish'd traitor: all my treasury Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich'd, Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord. Enter BERKLEY. North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to you. Boling. My lord, my answer is-to Lancaster; And I am come to seek that name in England: And I must find that title in your tongue, Before I make reply to aught you say. Berk. Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning, To raze one title of your honour out:- To you, my lord, I come, (what lord you will,) Enter YORK, attended. Boling. I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle! [Kneels. York. Shew me thy humble 'heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false. Boling. My gracious uncle! York. Tut, tut! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle: I am no traitor's uncle; and that word "grace," In an ungracious mouth, is but profane. Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence? And minister correction to thy fault! York. Even in condition of the worst degree,— In braving arms against thy sovereign. Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; But as I come, I come for Lancaster. And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace, Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye: You are my father, for methinks in you I see old Gaunt alive; 0, then, my father! Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wand'ring vagabond; my rights and royalties Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born? If that my cousin king be king of England, It must be granted I am duke of Lancaster. You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman; Had you first died, and he been thus trod down, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, To rouse his wrongs, and chase them to the bay. I am denied to sue my livery here, And yet my letters-patent give me leave: My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold; And these, and all, are all amiss employ'd. What would you have me do? I am a subject, And challenge law: attorneys are denied me; And therefore personally I lay my claim To my inheritance of free descent. North. The noble duke hath been too much abused. Ross. It stands your grace upon to do him right. Willo. Base men by his endowments are made great. York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,— I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs, And labour'd all I could to do him right: But in this kind to come, in braving arms,' Be his own carver, and cut out his way, To find out right with wrong,-it may not be; North. The noble duke hath sworn his coming is York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms; Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. York. It may be, I will go with you:-but yet I' For I am loath to break our country's laws. Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are: Things past redress are now with me past care. [pause; [Exeunt. Capt. 'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap,The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other to enjoy by rage and war These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.— Farewell; our countrymen are gone and fled, As well assured, Richard their king is dead. Sal. Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory, like a shooting star, [Exit. Fall to the base earth from the firmament! Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest: Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes; And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. Shall falter under foul rebellious arms. [Exit. Car. Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you Hath power to keep you king in spite of all. The means that heaven yields must be embraced, And not neglected; else, if heaven would, And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; The proffer'd means of succour and redress. [king, ACT III. SCENE I.-BOLINGBROKE'S Camp at BRISTOL. Enter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, PERCY, WILLOUGHBY, Ross: Officers behind, with BUSHY and GREEN, prisoners. Boling. Bring forth these men. Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls (Since presently your souls must part your bodies) You have, in manner, with your siuful hours, And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me, Than Bolingbroke to England.-Lords, farewell. Green. My comfort is,-that heaven will take our Andi plague injustice with the pains of hell. [souls, Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them despatch'd. [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with prisoners. Jnele, you say the queen is at your house; York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, away; To fight with Glendower and his complices; A while to work, and after holiday. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Coast of WALES. A Castle in view. Flourish: Drums and Trumpets. Enter KING RICHARD, BISHOP OF CARLISLE, AUMERLE, and Soldiers. K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand? Aum. Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air, After late tossing on the breaking seas? K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I weep for joy, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: Plays fondly with her tears and smiles, in meeting; Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the right. Enter SALISBURY. Welcome, my lord; how far off lies your power? Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord, Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue, And bids me speak of nothing but despair. One day too late, I fear, my noble lord, Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth. O, call back yesterday, bid time return, And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men! To-day, to-day, unhappy day too late, O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state; For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed, and fled. Aum. Comfort, my liege: why looks your grace so pale? K. Rich. But now the blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; And, till so much blood thither come again, Have I not reason to look pale and dead? All souls that will be safe, fly from my side; For time hath set a blot upon my pride. Aum. Comfort, my liege; renicinber who you are. K. Rich. I had forgot myself: am I not king? Awake, thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep'st. Is not the king's name forty thousand names? Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes At thy great glory.-Look not to the ground, Ye favourites of a king; are we not high? High be our thoughts: I know my uncle York Hath power enough to serve our turn.-But who Comes here? Enter SCROOP. Scroop. More health and happiness betide my liege, Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him. K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepares; The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care; And what loss is it to be rid of care? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so: Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend; They break their faith to God, as well as us: Cry woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay; The worst is death, and death will have his day. Scroop. Glad am I that your highness is so arm'd To bear the tidings of calamity. Like an unseasonable stormy day, Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell'st a tale so ill. I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke. Scroop. Peace have they made with him, indeed, my lord. K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redempDogs, easily won to fawn on any man! [tion! Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart! Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Would they make peace? terrible hell make war Upon their spotted souls for this offence! Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate:Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made With heads, and not with hands: those whom you Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, [curse And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground. Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wiltshire, dead? Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. To monarchise, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Bores through his castle wall, and-farewell king! Need friends:-subjected thus, How can you say to me-I am a king? [woes, Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. Fear, and be slain; no worse can come to fight: And fight and die, is death destroying death; Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath. Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him; And learn to make a body of a limb. K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well.-Proud Bolingbroke, To change blows with thee for our day of doom. I play the torturer, by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke; K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth [TO AUMERLE Of that sweet way I was in to despair! A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. K. Rich. He does me double wrong, [Exeunt SCENE III.-WALES. Before Flint Castle. Enter, with drum and colours, BOLINGBROKE and forces; YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, and others. Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed With some few private friends upon this coast. North. The news is very fair and good, my lord: Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland To say-king Richard:-alack the heavy day, When such a sacred king should hide his head! North. Your grace mistakes me; only to be brief, Left I his title out. York. The time hath been, Would you have been so brief with him, he would Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? Boling. Royally! Why, it contains no king? Percy. Yes, my good lord, It doth contain a king; king Richard lies And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, [TO NORTH. Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; On both his knees doth kiss king Richard's hand, [NORTH. advances to the Castle, with a trumpet. The rage be his, while on the earth I rain 1 York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear, As doth the blushing discontented sun From out the fiery portal of the east, When he perceives the envious clouds are bent To dim his glory, and to stain the track Of his bright passage to the occident. Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth Controlling majesty; alack, alack, for woe, That any harm should stain so fair a show! [stood K. Rich. We are amazed; and thus long have we If we be not, shew us the hand of God And though you think that all, as you have done, Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. Should so with civil and uncivil arms Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, And by the honourable tomb he swears, That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; And by the royalties of both your bloods, Currents that spring from one most gracious head; His coming hither hath no further scope, Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg His glittering arms he will commend to rust, K. Rich. Northumberland, say,-thus the king reHis noble cousin is right welcome hither; And all the number of his fair demands Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction. With all the gracious utterance thou hast, Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.— [turns ; We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, [To AUMERLE. Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words Or that I could forget what I have been! Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat, Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he subThe king shall do it. Must he be deposed? [mit? The king shall be contented: must he lose I talk but idly, and you mock at me.- North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend [NORTH. retires to BOLING. In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. [king! In the base court? Come down? Down, court! down, For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should [Exeunt from above. sing. Boling. What says his majesty? Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man: Yet he is come. your knee be low. Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love. K. Rich. Well you deserve:-they well deserve to have, That know the strong'st and surest way to get.Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes; Tears shew their love, but want their remedies.Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir. What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; For do we must, what force will have us do.Set on towards London:-cousin, is it so? Boling. Yea, my good lord. K. Rich. Then I must not say no. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE IV.-LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's Garden. Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies. The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune 1 Lady. Madam, we will dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, 1 Lady. Of either, Madam. For if of joy, being altogether wanting, |