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HENRY BOLINGBROKE:
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Lords, you that here are under our arrest,
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Procure your sureties for your days of answer.
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Little are we beholding to your love,
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And little look'd for at your helping hands.
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KING RICHARD II:
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Alack, why am I sent for to a king,
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Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
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Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd
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To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs:
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Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me
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To this submission. Yet I well remember
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The favours of these men: were they not mine?
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Did they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' to me?
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So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,
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Found truth in all but one: I, in twelve thousand, none.
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God save the king! Will no man say amen?
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Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen.
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God save the king! although I be not he;
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And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.
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To do what service am I sent for hither?
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DUKE OF YORK:
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To do that office of thine own good will
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Which tired majesty did make thee offer,
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The resignation of thy state and crown
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To Henry Bolingbroke.
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KING RICHARD II:
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Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown;
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Here cousin:
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On this side my hand, and on that side yours.
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Now is this golden crown like a deep well
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That owes two buckets, filling one another,
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The emptier ever dancing in the air,
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The other down, unseen and full of water:
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That bucket down and full of tears am I,
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Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE:
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I thought you had been willing to resign.
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KING RICHARD II:
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My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine:
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You may my glories and my state depose,
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But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE:
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Part of your cares you give me with your crown.
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KING RICHARD II:
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Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.
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My care is loss of care, by old care done;
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Your care is gain of care, by new care won:
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The cares I give I have, though given away;
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They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE:
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Are you contented to resign the crown?
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KING RICHARD II:
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Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be;
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Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.
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Now mark me, how I will undo myself;
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I give this heavy weight from off my head
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And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
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The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
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With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
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With mine own hands I give away my crown,
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With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
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With mine own breath release all duty's rites:
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All pomp and majesty I do forswear;
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My manors, rents, revenues I forego;
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My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny:
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God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!
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God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee!
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Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,
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And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved!
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Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
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And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!
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God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says,
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And send him many years of sunshine days!
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What more remains?
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NORTHUMBERLAND:
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No more, but that you read
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These accusations and these grievous crimes
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Committed by your person and your followers
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Against the state and profit of this land;
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That, by confessing them, the souls of men
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May deem that you are worthily deposed.
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KING RICHARD II:
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Must I do so? and must I ravel out
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My weaved-up folly? Gentle Northumberland,
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If thy offences were upon record,
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Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop
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To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,
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