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Qucen. What is my Richard both in shape and K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and mind
heart from heart. Transform'd and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke Queen. Banish usboth,and send the king with me. Depos'dthine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? North. That were some love, but little policy. The lion, dying, thrustest forth his paw,
Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
K.Rich.Sotwo,together weeping, make one wo, To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod ? Setter far off, than--near, be ne'er the near’. And fawn on rage with base humility,
Go, count thy way with sighs;1, mine with groans. Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? [beasts, 0 Queen. So longest way shall have the longest
K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but I had been still a happy king of unen.
K. Rich. Twice for one stop I'll groan,
way Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for
being short, France :
And piece tive way out with a heavy heart. Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak’st 15 Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, As from my death-bud, my last living leave. since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. In winter's tedious nights, sit by the tire
One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part;With good old folks ; and let them tell thee tales Thus give i inine, and thus take I thy heart. Of woeful ages long ago betid:
[They liss. And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief',20 Queen. Give me mine own again ; 'twere no Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
good part, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. For why, the senseless brands will sympathize
[Kiss again. The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
So, now I have mine own again, be gone, And, in compassion, weep the tire out:
25 That I may strive to kill it with a groan. And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, K. Rich. We make noe wanton with this fond For the deposing of a rightful king.
delar: Enter Northumberland, attended. Once more adieu; the rest let sorrow say. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke i
301 You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.
The Duke of York's Pulace.
Enter York, with his Dutchess.
135 Dutch. My lord, you told me, you would tell The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, The time shall not be many hours of age
When weeping made you break the story off More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, Of our two cousins coming into London, Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think,
York. Where did I leave? Though he divide the realın, and give thee half, 40 Dutch. At that sad stop, my lord, It is too little, helping him to all; [way Where rudemisgovern’u hands, from widlow tops, And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. To plant unrighittui kings, wilt know again,
York. Then, as I said, the duke, great BulingBeing ne'er so little urg'd, another way
Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, [broke, -To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.45 Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,The love of wicked friends converts to fear: With slow, but stately pace kept on his course, That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both, While all tongues cry'd-God Save thee, BolingTo worthy danger, and deserved death.
broke! st!. My guill be on my head, and there anend. You would have thought the very windows spike, · leave, and part; for you must part forthwith.50 So many greedy looks of young and old
Rich. Doubly divorc'd}-Badinen, ye violate Through casements darted their desiring eyes A two-fold inarriage; 'twixt my crown and me; pon his visage; and that all the walls, And then betwixt me and my married wife. With painted imag’ry, had said at once,Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me: Jesu preserve thee! welcome Bolingbroke!
[To the Queen. 55 Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Part us, Northumberland; I towards the north, Bespake them thus,-1 thank you, countrymen : Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; And thus still doing, thus he passed along. My wife to France; from whence, set forthin pomp, Dutch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides be the She came adorned bither like sweet May, 1601
while ? Sent back like Hollowmas-, or short'st of day. York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of inen,
Queen. And must we be divided: must we parti! After a well grac'd actor icave, the stage,
• Meaning, to requite, or repay them for their mournful stories. ? i. e. All-hallows, or allhall untid; the first of Noveuber, i. e. to be never the nigher : or, to make no advance to vards the good desired.
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
I will appeach the villain. Thinking his prattle to be tedious :
Dutch. What's the matter? Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes York. Peace, foolish woman.
(son? Didscowlon Richard;no mancry'd, God save him, Dutch. I wilnot peace:- What is the matter, Nojoyful tongue gave him his welcome home: Aum. Good mother, be content; it is no more But dust was thrown upon his sacred head; Than my poor life must answer. Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, Dutch. Thy life answer! His face still combating with tears and sıniles,
Enter Sertant, with boots. The badges of his grief and patience,
York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the king. That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeld 10 Dulch. Strike him, Aumerle.—Poor boy; thou The hearts ofmen,they must perforce, have melted,
art amaz'd:And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Hence, villain; never more come in my sight.But heaven hath a hand in these events;
[Speaking to the surtant. To whose high will we bound our calm contents. York. Give me my boots, I say: To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, 15 Dutch. Why, York, what wilt thou do? Whose state and honour I for aye allow.
Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? Eller dumerle.
Nave we more sons? or are we like to have? Dutch. Here comes my son Aumerle.
Is not my teening date drunk up with time? York. Aumerle that was;
And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age,
York. Thou fond mad woman,
Dutch. Welcome, my son: Who are the violets A dozen of them here have ta’en the sacrament,
Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: To kill the king at Oxford. God knows, I bad as lief bę none, as one. [time,
Dutchi He shall be none; York. Well, bear you well' in this new spring of We'll keep bim here: Then what is that to bim? Lest you be cropt before you come to prime. York. Away, fond woman! were he twenty What news from Oxford: Hold those justs and 30 Niy son, I would appeach him. [times triumphs?
Dutch. Hlad'st thou groan'd for him, Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do. As I have done, thoud st be more pitiful. York. You will be there, I know.
But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect, Aum. If God prevent me not; I purpose so. That I have been cisloyal to thy bed, York. What seal is that, that hangs without 35 And that he is a bastard, not thy son: thy bosom?
Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing.
He is as like thee as a man may be, dum. My lord, 'tis nothing.
Net like to me, or any of my kin, York. No matter then who sees it:
And yet I love him. I will be satisfy'd, let me see the writing. 40 York. Make way, unruly woman. [Erit. [borse;
Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; Dutch. After, Aunerle: mount thee upon his It is a matter of small consequence,
Spur, post; and get before him to the king, Which for some reasons I would not have seen. And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.
York. Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. ill not be long bebind; though I be old, I fear, I fear,
145 I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: Dutch. What should you fear?
And never will I rise up from the ground,
S.C EN E III.
The Court ut l'indsor Castle.
[shew it. Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not
Enter Bolingbroke, Percy, and other Lords. York. I will be satisfied ; let me see it, I say.
Boling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son? [Snatches it and reads. Tis full three months, since I did see himn last:Treason ! foul treason !-villain! traitor! slave! 155 If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. Dutch. What is the matter, my lord?
I would to heaven, my lords, he might be found: York. Ho! who is within there? saddle my horse. Enquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there, Ileaven, for his mercy! what treachery is here! For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, Dutch Why, what is it, my lord?
With unrestrained loose companions; York. Giveine my boots, I say; saddle my horse: 60 Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, Now by mine honour, by my life, iny troth, And beat our watch, and rob our passengers;
'i. e. carelessly turned. ? From Holinshed we learn, that the dukes of Aumerle, Surry, and Exeter, were by an act of Henry's first parliament deprived of their dukedoins, but allowed to retain their e.ridoms of Rutbund, Künt, and Huntingdon. i.e. conduct yourself with prudence.
While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy, (Thy overflow of good converts to bad?;
[prince: This deadly blot in thy digressing son.
ti thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold.
Thou kill'st me in his life; giving bim breath,
[Dutchess ruithini I see some sparkles of a better hope,
Dutch. What bo, my liege! for heaven's sake, Which elder days may happily bring forth.
let me in.
[eager cry? But who comes here?
Boling. What shrill-voic'd suppliant makes this Enter Aumerle, amazed.
15 Dutch. A woman, and thine aunt, great hing; Aum. Where is the king?
'tis I. Boling. Il hat means
Speak with m”, pity me, open the door; Our cousin, that he stares and looks so widly? A beggar begs, that never begg'd before. ui. God save your grace! I do beseech you Boting. Our scene is alter'd, from a serious thing, majesty,
20 And now chang'd to the Beggar and the King To liave sone cinference with your grace aione. Mly dangerous cousin, let your motherin; Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here I know, she's come to pray for your foul sin. alone,
York. If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, What is the inatter with our cousin now?
More sins, for this forgiveness, prosper may. Aum. Forever may my knees grow to the earth, 25This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rests cound;
[K'neels. This, let alone, will all the rest confound. Mly tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,
Enter Dutchess, Unless a pardon, ere I rise', or speak!
Dutch.Oking, believe notthis hard-hearted man; Boling. Intended, or committéd, was this fault: Love, loving not itself, none other can. [here? If but the first, how heinous ere it be,
30 York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou do To win thy after-love, I pardon thee. [key,l Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear ? Aum. Then give me leave that I may turn the
Dutch. Sweet York, be patient: Hear me, That 110 man enter 'till my tale be done
[Kneels. Boling. Hare thy desire.
Boling. Rise up, good aunt. York. My liege, beware; look to thyself ; 35 Dutch. Not yet, I thee beseech: Thou hast á traitor in thy presence there.
For ever will I kneel upon my knees, Boling. Villain, I'll make thee safe. [Drawing. And never see day that the happy sees, Aum. Stay thy revengeful hand;
Till thou give jov; until thou bid mejoy, Thou hast no cause to fear,
By pardoring Rutland, my transgressing boy. York. Open the door, secure, fool-hardy king : 40 Aum. Unto my mother's prayers, I bend my Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face?
Kneels. Open the door, or I will break it open.
York. Ag.jinst them both, my true joints bended The King opens the door, enter York.
[kneels. Buling. What is the mater, uncle? speak;
ul mar'st thou thrive, if thou grant any grace! Recover breath; tell us how near is danger,
13 Dutch. Pleads he in earnest: look upon his face; That we may arm us to encounter it. know His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest;
York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt His words come from his mouth, ours from our The treason that my haste forbids me show. (past :
breast: Aum. Remember, as thou read’st, thy promise the prays but faintly, and would be denyil; I do repent me; read not my name there, 50 We pray with heart, and soul, and all beside: My heart is not confederate with my hand. Ilis weary joint would gladly rise, I know;
York.'Twas, villain,ere thy hand did set it down.- Ourknees shali kneel'till to the ground they grow: tore it from the traitor's bosom, ling;
His prayers are full of false hypocrisy; Fear, and not love, begets his penitence: Ours, of true zeal and deep integrity. Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove
prayers do ont-pray his; then let them have А serpent that will sting thec to the beart.
That mercy, which true prayers vught to have. Boling.O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy! Boling. Good aunt, stand up. O loyal father of a treacherous son!
Dutch. Nay, do not say--stand up; Thou sheer', immaculate, and silver fountain, But, pardon, first ; and afterwards, stand up; From whence this stream through mudily passages 60 And if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, Hath held his current, and detil'd hiinself! (Pardon--should be the first word of thy speech.
Sheer is pellucid, clear. 2 That is, “ The overflow of good in thee is turned to bad in thy son.” ? To digress is to deviate from what is right and regular. * Alluding to an interlude well known in ol author's time
I never long'd to hear a word 'till now:
And here is not a creature but myself, Say—pardon, king; let pity teach thee how: I cannot do it ;-Yet I'll hammer it out. 'The word is short, but not so short as sweet; My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; No word like, pardon, for hings' mouths so meet. My soul, the ia her: and these two beget York. Speak it in French, king; say, pardonnez 5 A generation of still-breeding thoughts
And these same thoughts people this little world;
Thiat set'st the word itself against the word ! As thoughts of things divine,-are intermix'd
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails Dutch. I do not sue to stand,
May tear a passage through the finty ribs Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls; Boling. I pardon him, as heaven shall pardon me. And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Dutch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! 20 Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves, Yet am I sick for fear; speak it again;
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain, Nor shall not be the last: Like silly beggars, But makes one pardon strong,
Who, siting in the stocks, refuge their shame, Boling. With all my heart
That many have, and others must sit there: I pardon him.
25 And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Dutch. A god on earth thou art. [the abbot, Bearing their own misfortune on the back Boling. But for our trusty brother-in-law,—and Of such as bave before endur'd the like. With all the rest of that consorted crew,
Thus play I, in one person, many people, Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels. And none contented: Sometimes am 1 king; Good uncle; help to order several powers 30 Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar, To Oxford, or where-e'er these traitors are: And so I am: then crushing penury They shall not live within this world, I swear, Persuades me, I was better when a king; But I will have them, if I once knew where. Then am I king'd again: and, by-and-by, t'ncle, farewel ;-and, cousin, too, adieu: Think, that I am unking’d by Bolingbroke, Your mother well hath pray’d, and prove you true. 35 and straight am nothing :--But whai-e'er I am, Dutch. Come, my old son; I pray heaven Nor I, nor any man, that but man is, make thee new.
[Ercunt. With nothing shall be pleas'd, 'till he be eas'd SCENE IV.
With being nothing.-Music do I hear? (Musie.
Ha, ha! krep time:-How sour sweet music is, Enter Erton, and a Servant. 140 When time is broke, and no proportion kept? Erton. Didst thou not mark the king, what So is it in the musick of men's lives. words he spake?
And here have I the daintiness of ear, Mate I no friend will rid me of this living fear? To hear time broke in a disorder'd string; Was it not so?
But, for the concord of my state and time, Serr. Those were his very words. [twice, 45 Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
Erton. Hare / nogriend? quoth he: he spake it I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. And urg'd it twice together; did he not? For now haihtime made me his numb'ring clock: Sert. He did.
My thoughts are minutes; and,with sighs,they jar", Erton. And speaking it, be wistly look don me. Their watches to mine eyes, the outward watch', A who should say, I would, thou wert the man 50 Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, That would divorce this terror from my heart; Is pointing still, in cleansing them froin tears, Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go; Now, sir, the sound, that tells what hour it is
, I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe. [Ere. Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart
, SCENE V.
Which is the bell
: So sighis
, and tears, and groans,
55 Shew minutes, times, and hours :--but my time The Prison at Pomfret Castle.
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, Enter King Richard.
While I stand fooling here, his jack o'the clock". K. Rich. I have been studying how to compare This music mads me, let it sound no more; This prison, where I live, unto the world;
For, though it bath holp madmen to their wits, And, for because the world is populous, iolin me, it seems, it will make wise men mad.
I That is, excuse me. The abbot of Westminster was an ecclesiastic; but the brother-in-law meant was John duke of Exeter and earl of Huntingdon (own brother to king Richard II.) and who had married with the lady Elizabeth, sister of Henry of Bolingbroke. By the word I suppose is meant the Scriptures. * To jar probably here means, to make that noise which is called ticking
. Watch seems to be used in a double sense, for a quantity of time, and for the instrument which i. e. I strike for him,
Yet, blessing on his heart that gives it me! That staggers thus my person).--Exton, thy fierce For 'tis a sign of love; love to Richard
[land. Is a strange brooch' in this all-hating world. Hath with the king's blood stain’d the king's own
Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Enter Groom.
5. Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. Groom. Hail, royal prince!
[Dies, K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer;
Erton. As full of valour as of royal blood: The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. Both have I spilt; Oh, would the deed were good! What art thou? and how comest thou hither, For now the devil, that told me I did well, Where no man ever comes, but that sad dog? 10 Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. That brings me food, to make misfortune live? This dead king to the living king I'll bear ;
Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. When thou wert king; who, travelling towards
[Excunt. York, With much ado, at length have gotten leave 115
S CE N E VI.
The Court at Windsor.
Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barhary!
Lords and attendants. That horse, that thou so often hath bestrid ; 20 Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear, That horse, that I so carefully have dress'd ! Is--that the rebels have consuni'd with fire K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle Our town of Cicester in Glostershire; friend,
But whether they be ta’en, or slain, we hear not. How went he under him? Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground. 25
Enter Northumberland. K. Rich. So proud, that Bolingbroke was on his
Welcome, my lord: What is the news? (ness. back!
North. First to thy sacred state wish I all happiThat jade hath eat bread froin my royal hand; The next news is, I have to London sent This hand hath made him proud with clapping him; The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent: Would he not stumble? Would he not fail down, 30 The manner of their taking may appear (Since pride must have a fall) and break the neck At large discoursed in this paper here. Of that proud man, that did usurp bis back?
[Presenting a paper. Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,
Boling. We thank thee,gentlePercy,for thy pains; Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,
And to thy worth will add right worthy gains, Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse; 35
I bear a burden like an ass,
File. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to
The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely;
Two of the dangerous consorted traitors,
[To the Groom..40 That sought at Öxford thy dire overthrow. K. Rich. If thou love me,'tis time thou wertaway.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Groom.What my tongue dares not, that my heart
Riglit noble is thy merit, well I wot. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. K. Rich. 'Taste of it first, as thou wert wont to do. 45 Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of West, Keep. My lord, i dare not; Sir Pierce of Eston,
minster, Who late came from the king, commands thi With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, contrary,
[thee! Hath yielded up his body to the grave: K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and
But here is Carlisle living, to abide Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
50 Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride." [Beats the Keep. Boling, Carlisle, this is
doom : Keep. Help, help, help!
Chuse out some secret place,some reverend room, Enter Erton, and Servants.
More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; K. Rich. How now? what means death in this
So, as thou liv’st in peace, die free from strife: rude assault?
[ment.(55 For tho' mine enemy thou hast ever been, Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's instru High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. [Snatching a weapon, and killing one.
Exter Erton, with a coffin. Gothou,andbillanother room in bell.[Kills another
[Exton strikes him dorun. Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, 160 Thy bury'd fear: herein all breathless lies
'i. e, is ás strange and uncommon as a brooch, which is now no longer worn. Meaning, that grare, gloomy villain, who brings, &c. Jaunce and jaunt were synonimous words.