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KING RICHARD II: We are amazed; and thus long have we stood To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: And if we be, how dare thy joints forget To pay their awful duty to our presence? If we be not, show us the hand of God That hath dismissed us from our stewardship; For well ... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: The king of heaven forbid our lord the king Should so with civil and uncivil arms Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand; And by the honourable tomb he swears, That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones, And by the royalties of both your bloods, Currents t... |
KING RICHARD II: Northumberland, say thus the king returns: His 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. We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not, To loo... |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords. |
KING RICHARD II: O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine, That laid the sentence of dread banishment On yon proud man, should take it off again With words of sooth! O that I were as great As is my grief, or lesser than my name! Or that I could forget what I have been, Or not remember what I must be now! Swell'st th... |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. |
KING RICHARD II: What must the king do now? must he submit? The king shall do it: must he be deposed? The king shall be contented: must he lose The name of king? o' God's name, let it go: I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you; may it please you to come down. |
KING RICHARD II: Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, To come at traitors' calls and do them grace. In the base court? Come down? Down, court! down, king! For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: What says his majesty? |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man Yet he is come. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Stand all apart, And show fair duty to his majesty. My gracious lord,-- |
KING RICHARD II: Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Me rather had my heart might feel your love Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy. Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, Thus high at least, although your knee be low. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. |
KING RICHARD II: Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love. |
KING RICHARD II: Well you deserve: they well deserve to have, That know the strong'st and surest way to get. Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes; Tears show 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, an... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Yea, my good lord. |
KING RICHARD II: Then I must not say no. |
QUEEN: What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? |
Lady: Madam, we'll play at bowls. |
QUEEN: 'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune rubs against the bias. |
Lady: Madam, we'll dance. |
QUEEN: My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport. |
Lady: Madam, we'll tell tales. |
QUEEN: Of sorrow or of joy? |
Lady: Of either, madam. |
QUEEN: Of neither, girl: For of joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy: For what I have I need not to repeat; And what I want it boots not to complain. |
Lady: Madam, I'll sing. |
QUEEN: 'Tis well that thou hast cause But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep. |
Lady: I could weep, madam, would it do you good. |
QUEEN: And I could sing, would weeping do me good, And never borrow any tear of thee. But stay, here come the gardeners: Let's step into the shadow of these trees. My wretchedness unto a row of pins, They'll talk of state; for every one doth so Against a change; woe is forerun with woe. |
Gardener: Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Give some supportance to the bending twigs. Go thou, and like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, That look too lofty in our commonwealth: All must be... |
Servant: Why should we in the compass of a pale Keep law and form and due proportion, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate, When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up, Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruin'd, Her knots disorder'd and her wholesome herbs Swarmi... |
Gardener: Hold thy peace: He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, That seem'd in eating him to hold him up, Are pluck'd up root and all by Bolingbroke, I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. |
Servant: What, are they dead? |
Gardener: They are; and Bolingbroke Hath seized the wasteful king. O, what pity is it That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land As we this garden! We at time of year Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees, Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood, With too much riches it confound itself: Had he done so to ... |
Servant: What, think you then the king shall be deposed? |
Gardener: Depress'd he is already, and deposed 'Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's, That tell black tidings. |
QUEEN: O, I am press'd to death through want of speaking! Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden, How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed? Darest thou, thou little ... |
Gardener: Pardon me, madam: little joy have I To breathe this news; yet what I say is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd: In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, And some few vanities that make him light; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Besides him... |
QUEEN: Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot, Doth not thy embassage belong to me, And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st To serve me last, that I may longest keep Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go, To meet at London London's king in woe. What, was I born to this, that my sad look Should grace the ... |
GARDENER: Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, I would my skill were subject to thy curse. Here did she fall a tear; here in this place I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping queen. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Call forth Bagot. Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death, Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd The bloody office of his timeless end. |
BAGOT: Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. |
BAGOT: My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted, I heard you say, 'Is not my arm of length, That reacheth from the restful English court As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?' Amongst much other talk, that very time, ... |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Princes and noble lords, What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, On equal terms to give him chastisement? Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd With the attainder of his slanderous lips. There is my gage, the manual seal of death, That marks thee out for ... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence that hath moved me so. |
LORD FITZWATER: If that thy valour stand on sympathy, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spakest it That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester's death. If thou deny'st it twenty times, thou liest; And I will turn thy fals... |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day. |
LORD FITZWATER: Now by my soul, I would it were this hour. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this. |
HENRY PERCY: Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true In this appeal as thou art all unjust; And that thou art so, there I throw my gage, To prove it on thee to the extremest point Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: An if I do not, may my hands rot off And never brandish more revengeful steel Over the glittering helmet of my foe! |
Lord: I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle; And spur thee on with full as many lies As may be holloa'd in thy treacherous ear From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou darest. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you. |
DUKE OF SURREY: My Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk. |
LORD FITZWATER: 'Tis very true: you were in presence then; And you can witness with me this is true. |
DUKE OF SURREY: As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true. |
LORD FITZWATER: Surrey, thou liest. |
DUKE OF SURREY: Dishonourable boy! That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, That it shall render vengeance and revenge Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie In earth as quiet as thy father's skull: In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou darest. |
LORD FITZWATER: How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies, And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, To tie thee to my strong correction. As I intend to thrive in this new world, Aumerle is gu... |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Some honest Christian trust me with a gage That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, If he may be repeal'd, to try his honour. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: These differences shall all rest under gage Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be, And, though mine enemy, restored again To all his lands and signories: when he's return'd, Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. |
BISHOP OF CARLISLE: That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens: And toil'd with works of war, retired himself To Italy; and there at Venice gave His b... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? |
BISHOP OF CARLISLE: As surely as I live, my lord. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants, Your differences shall all rest under gage Till we assign you to your days of trial. |
DUKE OF YORK: Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields To the possession of thy royal hand: Ascend his throne, descending now from him; And long live Henry, fourth of that name! |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne. |
BISHOP OF CARLISLE: Marry. God forbid! Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. Would God that any in this noble presence Were enough noble to be upright judge Of noble Richard! then true noblesse would Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. What subject can give sentence... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains, Of capital treason we arrest you here. My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge To keep him safely till his day of trial. May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender; so we shall proceed Without suspicion. |
DUKE OF YORK: I will be his conduct. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Lords, you that here are under our arrest, Procure your sureties for your days of answer. Little are we beholding to your love, And little look'd for at your helping hands. |
KING RICHARD II: Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs: Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me To this submission. Yet I well remember The favours of these men: were they not mine? Did the... |
DUKE OF YORK: To do that office of thine own good will Which tired majesty did make thee offer, The resignation of thy state and crown To Henry Bolingbroke. |
KING RICHARD II: Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown; Here cousin: On this side my hand, and on that side yours. Now is this golden crown like a deep well That owes two buckets, filling one another, The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen and full of water: That bucket down and full of ... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: I thought you had been willing to resign. |
KING RICHARD II: My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine: You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Part of your cares you give me with your crown. |
KING RICHARD II: Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Are you contented to resign the crown? |
KING RICHARD II: Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be; Therefore no no, for I resign to thee. Now mark me, how I will undo myself; I give this heavy weight from off my head And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; With mine own tears I wash away my balm, With mine own hands I... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: No more, but that you read These accusations and these grievous crimes Committed by your person and your followers Against the state and profit of this land; That, by confessing them, the souls of men May deem that you are worthily deposed. |
KING RICHARD II: Must I do so? and must I ravel out My weaved-up folly? Gentle Northumberland, If thy offences were upon record, Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst, There shouldst thou find one heinous article, Containing the deposing of a king And cracking the strong ... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles. |
KING RICHARD II: Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see: And yet salt water blinds them not so much But they can see a sort of traitors here. Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest; For I have given here my soul's consent To undeck the pompous body of a king; Made glory base and ... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: My lord,-- |
KING RICHARD II: No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man, Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, No, not that name was given me at the font, But 'tis usurp'd: alack the heavy day, That I have worn so many winters out, And know not now what name to call myself! O that I were a mockery king of snow, Standing be... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come. |
KING RICHARD II: Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell! |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: The commons will not then be satisfied. |
KING RICHARD II: They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough, When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me the glass, and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Like t... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow or your face. |
KING RICHARD II: Say that again. The shadow of my sorrow! ha! let's see: 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within; And these external manners of laments Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul; There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king, For thy great bounty, that not ... |
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