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GREEN: Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle: The Earl of Wiltshire is already there. |
BUSHY: Thither will I with you; for little office The hateful commons will perform for us, Except like curs to tear us all to pieces. Will you go along with us? |
BAGOT: No; I will to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain, We three here art that ne'er shall meet again. |
BUSHY: That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke. |
GREEN: Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry: Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever. |
BUSHY: Well, we may meet again. |
BAGOT: I fear me, never. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now? |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Believe me, noble lord, I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire: These high wild hills and rough uneven ways Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome, And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Making the hard way sweet and delectable. But I bethink me what a weary way From Ravenspurgh to Cots... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Of much less value is my company Than your good words. But who comes here? |
NORTHUMBERLAND: It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever. Harry, how fares your uncle? |
HENRY PERCY: I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Why, is he not with the queen? |
HENRY PERCY: No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office and dispersed The household of the king. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: What was his reason? He was not so resolved when last we spake together. |
HENRY PERCY: Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor. But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh, To offer service to the Duke of Hereford, And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover What power the Duke of York had levied there; Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy? |
HENRY PERCY: No, my good lord, for that is not forgot Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, I never in my life did look on him. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Then learn to know him now; this is the duke. |
HENRY 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. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends; And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense: My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir Keeps good old York there with his men of war? |
HENRY PERCY: There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard; And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour; None else of name and noble estimate. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues A banish'd traitor: all my treasury Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd Shall be your love and labour's recompense. |
LORD ROSS: Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord. |
LORD WILLOUGHBY: And far surmounts our labour to attain it. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here? |
NORTHUMBERLAND: It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess. |
LORD BERKELEY: My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: 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. |
LORD BERKELEY: 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, From the most gracious regent of this land, The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on To take advantage of the absent time And fright our native peace with self-born arms. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle! |
DUKE OF YORK: Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceiveable and false. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: My gracious uncle-- |
DUKE OF 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 Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? But then more 'why?' why have they dared to march So many miles upon her pea... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: My gracious uncle, let me know my fault: On what condition stands it and wherein? |
DUKE OF YORK: Even in condition of the worst degree, In gross rebellion and detested treason: Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come Before the expiration of thy time, In braving arms against thy sovereign. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: 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; O, then, my father, Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandering... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: The noble duke hath been too much abused. |
LORD ROSS: It stands your grace upon to do him right. |
LORD WILLOUGHBY: Base men by his endowments are made great. |
DUKE OF YORK: My lords of England, let me tell you this: I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs And laboured 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; And you that do abet him in this kind Cherish rebelli... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: The noble duke hath sworn his coming is But for his own; and for the right of that We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath! |
DUKE OF YORK: Well, well, I see the issue of these arms: I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because my power is weak and all ill left: But if I could, by Him that gave me life, I would attach you all and make you stoop Unto the sovereign mercy of the king; But since I cannot, be it known to you I do remain as neut... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: An offer, uncle, that we will accept: But we must win your grace to go with us To Bristol castle, which they say is held By Bushy, Bagot and their complices, The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away. |
DUKE OF YORK: It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause; 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. |
Captain: My lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days, And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the king; Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell. |
EARL OF SALISBURY: Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman: The king reposeth all his confidence in thee. |
Captain: '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... |
EARL OF SALISBURY: Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind I see thy glory like a shooting star 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. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Bring forth these men. Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls-- Since presently your souls must part your bodies-- With too much urging your pernicious lives, For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood From off my hands, here in the view of men I will unfold some causes of your deaths. You ha... |
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 souls And plague injustice with the pains of hell. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd. Uncle, you say the queen is at your house; For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated: Tell her I send to her my kind commends; Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. |
DUKE OF YORK: A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away. To fight with Glendower and his complices: Awhile to work, and after holiday. |
KING RICHARD II: Barkloughly castle call they this at hand? |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air, After your late tossing on the breaking seas? |
KING RICHARD II: Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my e... |
BISHOP OF CARLISLE: Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king 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 succor and redress. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, Grows strong and great in substance and in power. |
KING RICHARD II: Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not That when the searching eye of heaven is hid, Behind the globe, that lights the lower world, Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen In murders and in outrage, boldly here; But when from under this terrestrial ball He fires the proud tops of the eastern pine... |
EARL OF SALISBURY: Nor near nor farther 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 me, noble lord, Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth: O, call back yesterday, bid time return, And thou shalt have twelve thousand fightin... |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale? |
KING RICHARD II: 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. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Comfort, my liege; remember who you are. |
KING RICHARD II: I had forgot myself; am I not king? Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest. Is not the king's name twenty 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 po... |
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP: More health and happiness betide my liege Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him! |
KING RICHARD II: Mine ear is open and my heart prepared; 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 ou... |
SIR STEPHEN 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, As if the world were all dissolved to tears, So high above his limits swells the rage Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land With hard brig... |
KING RICHARD II: Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill. Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Bushy? where is Green? That they have let the dangerous enemy Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it: I warrant they have made peace with ... |
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP: Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord. |
KING RICHARD II: O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! 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! |
SIR STEPHEN 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 curse Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead? |
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP: Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Where is the duke my father with his power? |
KING RICHARD II: No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills: And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, ou... |
BISHOP OF CARLISLE: My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, 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 dea... |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: My father hath a power; inquire of him And learn to make a body of a limb. |
KING RICHARD II: Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come To change blows with thee for our day of doom. This ague fit of fear is over-blown; An easy task it is to win our own. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour. |
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP: Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day: So may you by my dull and heavy eye, My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. I play the torturer, by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: Your uncle York is join'd with Bolingbroke, And all your ... |
KING RICHARD II: Thou hast said enough. Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despair! What say you now? what comfort have we now? By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more. Go to Flint castle: there I'll pine away; A king, woe's slave, shall king... |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: My liege, one word. |
KING RICHARD II: He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. Discharge my followers: let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: 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. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: The news is very fair and good, my lord: Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. |
DUKE OF YORK: It would beseem the Lord Northumberland To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day When such a sacred king should hide his head. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Your grace mistakes; only to be brief Left I his title out. |
DUKE OF YORK: The time hath been, Would you have been so brief with him, he would Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, For taking so the head, your whole head's length. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Mistake not, uncle, further than you should. |
DUKE OF YORK: Take not, good cousin, further than you should. Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself Against their will. But who comes here? Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield? |
HENRY PERCY: The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, Against thy entrance. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Royally! Why, it contains no king? |
HENRY PERCY: Yes, my good lord, It doth contain a king; King Richard lies Within the limits of yon lime and stone: And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Noble lords, Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: Henry Bolingbroke On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand And sends allegiance and true faith of heart To his most royal person, hither come Even a... |
DUKE OF YORK: 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! |
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