Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air, After your late tossing on the breaking seas?

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:


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 earth, And do thee favours with my royal hands.


As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favours with my royal hands.

Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense;


Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense;

But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way, Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet Which with usurping steps do trample thee:


But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way, Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet Which with usurping steps do trample thee:


And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.


And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.

Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: This earth shall have a feeling and these stones Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.


Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: This earth shall have a feeling and these stones Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.

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;


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.


else, if heaven would, And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse, The proffer'd means of succor and redress.

He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, Grows strong and great in substance and in power.


He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, Grows strong and great in substance and in power.


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;


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;

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord:


Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord:

For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay A glorious angel:


For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay A glorious angel:

then, if angels fight, Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right. Welcome, my lord how far off lies your power?


then, if angels fight, Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right. Welcome, my lord how far off lies your power?

Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.


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 fighting men!


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 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.


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.

Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale?


Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale?

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?


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.


All souls that will be safe fly from my side, For time hath set a blot upon my pride.

Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.


Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.

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.


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 power enough to serve our turn. But who comes here?


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?

More health and happiness betide my liege Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him!


More health and happiness betide my liege Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him!

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?


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 our subjects? that we cannot mend;


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 and decay: The worst is death, and death will have his day.


They break their faith to God as well as us: Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay: The worst is death, and death will have his day.

Glad am I that your highness is so arm'd To bear the tidings of calamity. White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps Against thy majesty;


Glad am I that your highness is so arm'd To bear the tidings of calamity. White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps Against thy majesty;

boys, with women's voices, Strive to speak big and clap their female joints In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows Of double-fatal yew against thy state;


boys, with women's voices, Strive to speak big and clap their female joints In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows Of double-fatal yew against thy state;

Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, And all goes worse than I have power to tell.


Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, And all goes worse than I have power to tell.

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?


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 Bolingbroke.


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 Bolingbroke.

Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.


Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.

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!


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!


Would they make peace? terrible hell make war Upon their spotted souls for this offence!

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;


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.


those whom you curse Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.

Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?


Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?

Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.


Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.

Where is the duke my father with his power?


Where is the duke my father with his power?

No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;


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:


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?


And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?

Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.


Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;


For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;

Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence:


Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence:

throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends:


throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends:

subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king?


subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king?

My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail.


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:


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.


And fight and die is death destroying death; Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.

My father hath a power; inquire of him And learn to make a body of a limb.


My father hath a power; inquire of him And learn to make a body of a limb.

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.


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.


Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.

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.


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:


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 northern castles yielded up, And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party.


Your uncle York is join'd with Bolingbroke, And all your northern castles yielded up, And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party.

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?


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 kingly woe obey. That power I have, discharge;


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 kingly woe obey. That power I have, discharge;

and let them go To ear the land that hath some hope to grow, For I have none: let no man speak again To alter this, for counsel is but vain.


and let them go To ear the land that hath some hope to grow, For I have none: let no man speak again To alter this, for counsel is but vain.


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.


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.

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.


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.

The news is very fair and good, my lord: Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.


The news is very fair and good, my lord: Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.

It would beseem the Lord Northumberland To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day When such a sacred king should hide his head.


It would beseem the Lord Northumberland To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day When such a sacred king should hide his head.

Your grace mistakes; only to be brief Left I his title out.


Your grace mistakes; only to be brief Left I his title out.

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.


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.

Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.


Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.

Take not, good cousin, further than you should. Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads.


Take not, good cousin, further than you should. Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads.

I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself Against their will. But who comes here? Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield?


I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself Against their will. But who comes here? Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield?

The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, Against thy entrance.


The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, Against thy entrance.


Yes, my good lord, It doth contain a king; King Richard lies Within the limits of yon lime and stone:


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.


And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.


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:


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:

If not, I'll use the advantage of my power And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen:


If not, I'll use the advantage of my power And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen:

The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land, My stooping duty tenderly shall show.


The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land, My stooping duty tenderly shall show.

Go, signify as much, while here we march Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.


Go, signify as much, while here we march Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.

Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, That from this castle's tatter'd battlements Our fair appointments may be well perused.


Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, That from this castle's tatter'd battlements Our fair appointments may be well perused.

Methinks King Richard and myself should meet With no less terror than the elements Of fire and water, when their thundering shock At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.


Methinks King Richard and myself should meet With no less terror than the elements Of fire and water, when their thundering shock At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.

Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain My waters; on the earth, and not on him. March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.


Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain My waters; on the earth, and not on him. March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.

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!


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!

We are amazed; and thus long have we stood To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, Because we thought ourself thy lawful king:


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;


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 we know, no hand of blood and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.


For well we know, no hand of blood and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.

And though you think that all, as you have done, Have torn their souls by turning them from us, And we are barren and bereft of friends;


And though you think that all, as you have done, Have torn their souls by turning them from us, And we are barren and bereft of friends;

Yet know, my master, God omnipotent, Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf Armies of pestilence;


Yet know, my master, God omnipotent, Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf Armies of pestilence;

and they shall strike Your children yet unborn and unbegot, That lift your vassal hands against my head And threat the glory of my precious crown.


and they shall strike Your children yet unborn and unbegot, That lift your vassal hands against my head And threat the glory of my precious crown.

Tell Bolingbroke--for yond methinks he stands-- That every stride he makes upon my land Is dangerous treason: he is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war;


Tell Bolingbroke--for yond methinks he stands-- That every stride he makes upon my land Is dangerous treason: he is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war;

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;


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;

Which on thy royal party granted once, His glittering arms he will commend to rust, His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart To faithful service of your majesty.


Which on thy royal party granted once, His glittering arms he will commend to rust, His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart To faithful service of your majesty.

This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.


This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.

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:


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 look so poorly and to speak so fair?


With all the gracious utterance thou hast Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not, To look so poorly and to speak so fair?

Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Defiance to the traitor, and so die?


Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Defiance to the traitor, and so die?

No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords.


No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords.

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 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 thou, proud heart?


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 thou, proud heart?

I'll give thee scope to beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.


I'll give thee scope to beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.

Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.


Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.

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:


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:

Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet May hourly trample on their sovereign's head; For on my heart they tread now whilst I live;


Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet May hourly trample on their sovereign's head; For on my heart they tread now whilst I live;

And buried once, why not upon my head? Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin! We'll make foul weather with despised tears;


And buried once, why not upon my head? Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin! We'll make foul weather with despised tears;

Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn, And make a dearth in this revolting land. Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, And make some pretty match with shedding tears?


Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn, And make a dearth in this revolting land. Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, And make some pretty match with shedding tears?

As thus, to drop them still upon one place, Till they have fretted us a pair of graves Within the earth; and, therein laid,--there lies Two kinsmen digg'd their graves with weeping eyes.


As thus, to drop them still upon one place, Till they have fretted us a pair of graves Within the earth; and, therein laid,--there lies Two kinsmen digg'd their graves with weeping eyes.

Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see I talk but idly, and you laugh at me. Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland, What says King Bolingbroke?


Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see I talk but idly, and you laugh at me. Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland, What says King Bolingbroke?

will his majesty Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.


will his majesty Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.

My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you; may it please you to come down.


My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you; may it please you to come down.

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?


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.


Come down? Down, court! down, king! For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.


Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man Yet he is come.


Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man Yet he is come.

Stand all apart, And show fair duty to his majesty. My gracious lord,--


Stand all apart, And show fair duty to his majesty. My gracious lord,--

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;


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.


your heart is up, I know, Thus high at least, although your knee be low.

My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.


My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.

Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.


Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.

So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love.


So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve your love.

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.


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, and willing too; For do we must what force will have us do.


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?


Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?


What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care?


'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune rubs against the bias.


My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.


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:


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.


For what I have I need not to repeat; And what I want it boots not to complain.


'Tis well that thou hast cause But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.


'Tis well that thou hast cause But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.

I could weep, madam, would it do you good.


I could weep, madam, would it do you good.

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.


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.


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.

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, 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 even in our government.


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 even in our government.

You thus employ'd, I will go root away The noisome weeds, which without profit suck The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.


You thus employ'd, I will go root away The noisome weeds, which without profit suck The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.

Hold thy peace: He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf:


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.


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.


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!


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:


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 great and growing men, They might have lived to bear and he to taste Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live:


Had he done so to great and growing men, They might have lived to bear and he to taste Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live:

Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.


Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.

What, think you then the king shall be deposed?


What, think you then the king shall be deposed?

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.


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.

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?


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 better thing than earth, Divine his downfall?


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 better thing than earth, Divine his downfall?

Say, where, when, and how, Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.


Say, where, when, and how, Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.

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:


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;


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 himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs King Richard down. Post you to London, and you will find it so;


But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Besides himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs King Richard down. Post you to London, and you will find it so;

I speak no more than every one doth know.


I speak no more than every one doth know.

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.


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 triumph of great Bolingbroke?


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 triumph of great Bolingbroke?

Gardener, for telling me these news of woe, Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.


Gardener, for telling me these news of woe, Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.

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:


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.


Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping queen.

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.


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.

Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.


Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.

Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.


Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.

My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.


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?


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, I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crowns Than Bolingbroke's return to England;


' Amongst much other talk, that very time, I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crowns Than Bolingbroke's return to England;

Adding withal how blest this land would be In this your cousin's death.


Adding withal how blest this land would be In this your cousin's death.

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?


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 hell:


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 hell:

I say, thou liest, And will maintain what thou hast said is false In thy heart-blood, though being all too base To stain the temper of my knightly sword.


I say, thou liest, And will maintain what thou hast said is false In thy heart-blood, though being all too base To stain the temper of my knightly sword.

Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up.


Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up.

Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence that hath moved me so.


Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence that hath moved me so.

If that thy valour stand on sympathy, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine:


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;


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 falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.


And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day.


Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day.

Now by my soul, I would it were this hour.


Now by my soul, I would it were this hour.

Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.


Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.

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:


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:


An if I do not, may my hands rot off And never brandish more revengeful steel Over the glittering helmet of my foe!


An if I do not, may my hands rot off And never brandish more revengeful steel Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

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;


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;


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.


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.

My Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk.


My Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk.

'Tis very true: you were in presence then; And you can witness with me this is true.


'Tis very true: you were in presence then; And you can witness with me this is true.

As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.


As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.


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:


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.


In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.

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:


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 guilty of my true appeal:


there is my bond of faith, To tie thee to my strong correction. As I intend to thrive in this new world, Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:

Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men To execute the noble duke at Calais.


Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men To execute the noble duke at Calais.

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.


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.

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:


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.


when he's return'd, Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.


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:


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 toil'd with works of war, retired himself To Italy;

and there at Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.


and there at Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.


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.


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.

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:


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!


Ascend his throne, descending now from him; And long live Henry, fourth of that name!

In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.


In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.

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!


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 on his king? And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?


then true noblesse would Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong. What subject can give sentence on his king? And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?

Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear, Although apparent guilt be seen in them;


Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear, Although apparent guilt be seen in them;

And shall the figure of God's majesty, His captain, steward, deputy-elect, Anointed, crowned, planted many years, Be judged by subject and inferior breath, And he himself not present?


And shall the figure of God's majesty, His captain, steward, deputy-elect, Anointed, crowned, planted many years, Be judged by subject and inferior breath, And he himself not present?

O, forfend it, God, That in a Christian climate souls refined Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed! I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king:


O, forfend it, God, That in a Christian climate souls refined Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed! I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king:

My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king: And if you crown him, let me prophesy:


My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king: And if you crown him, let me prophesy:

The blood of English shall manure the ground, And future ages groan for this foul act;


The blood of English shall manure the ground, And future ages groan for this foul act;

Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels, And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound;


Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels, And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound;

Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.


Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.

O, if you raise this house against this house, It will the woefullest division prove That ever fell upon this cursed earth.


O, if you raise this house against this house, It will the woefullest division prove That ever fell upon this cursed earth.

Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so, Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe!


Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so, Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe!

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.


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.


May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit.

Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender; so we shall proceed Without suspicion.


Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender; so we shall proceed Without suspicion.


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.


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.

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:


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 they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' to me? So Judas did to Christ:


Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me To this submission. Yet I well remember The favours of these men: were they not mine? Did they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' to me? So Judas did to Christ:

but he, in twelve, Found truth in all but one: I, in twelve thousand, none. God save the king! Will no man say amen? Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. God save the king!


but he, in twelve, Found truth in all but one: I, in twelve thousand, none. God save the king! Will no man say amen? Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. God save the king!

although I be not he; And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me. To do what service am I sent for hither?


although I be not he; And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me. To do what service am I sent for hither?

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.


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.

Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown; Here cousin: On this side my hand, and on that side yours.


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:


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 tears am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.


That bucket down and full of tears am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

I thought you had been willing to resign.


I thought you had been willing to resign.

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.


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.

Part of your cares you give me with your crown.


Part of your cares you give me with your crown.

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;


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.


They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.


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;


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;


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 give away my crown, With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, With mine own breath release all duty's rites:


With mine own tears I wash away my balm, With mine own hands I give away my crown, With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, With mine own breath release all duty's rites:

All pomp and majesty I do forswear; My manors, rents, revenues I forego; My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny: God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!


All pomp and majesty I do forswear; My manors, rents, revenues I forego; My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny: God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!

God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee! Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved, And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved!


God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee! Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved, And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved!

Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit, And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit! God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says, And send him many years of sunshine days! What more remains?


Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit, And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit! God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says, And send him many years of sunshine days! What more remains?

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;


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.


That, by confessing them, the souls of men May deem that you are worthily deposed.

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?


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 warrant of an oath, Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:


If thou wouldst, There shouldst thou find one heinous article, Containing the deposing of a king And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:

Nay, all of you that stand and look upon, Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands Showing an outward pity;


Nay, all of you that stand and look upon, Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands Showing an outward pity;

yet you Pilates Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, And water cannot wash away your sin.


yet you Pilates Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, And water cannot wash away your sin.

My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles.


My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles.

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.


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;


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 sovereignty a slave, Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.


Made glory base and sovereignty a slave, Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.


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:


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!


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 before the sun of Bolingbroke, To melt myself away in water-drops!


O that I were a mockery king of snow, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, To melt myself away in water-drops!

Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.


Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.

Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.


Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.

Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell!


Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell!

Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.


Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.


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?


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 to my followers in prosperity, Thou dost beguile me!


hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity, Thou dost beguile me!

Was this face the face That every day under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?


Was this face the face That every day under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?

Was this the face that faced so many follies, And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke? A brittle glory shineth in this face: As brittle as the glory is the face;


Was this the face that faced so many follies, And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke? A brittle glory shineth in this face: As brittle as the glory is the face;

For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport, How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.


For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport, How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.

The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow or your face.


The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow or your face.

Say that again. The shadow of my sorrow! ha! let's see: 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within;


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 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 only givest Me cause to wail but teachest me the way How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, And then be gone and trouble you no more.


and I thank thee, king, For thy great bounty, that not only givest Me cause to wail but teachest me the way How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, And then be gone and trouble you no more.


'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king: For when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but subjects; being now a subject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg.


Whither you will, so I were from your sights.


Whither you will, so I were from your sights.

Go, some of you convey him to the Tower.


Go, some of you convey him to the Tower.

O, good! convey? conveyers are you all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.


O, good! convey? conveyers are you all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.

On Wednesday next we solemnly set down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves.


On Wednesday next we solemnly set down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves.


The woe's to come; the children yet unborn. Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.


The woe's to come; the children yet unborn. Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.

You holy clergymen, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?


You holy clergymen, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?

My lord, Before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the sacrament To bury mine intents, but also to effect Whatever I shall happen to devise.


My lord, Before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the sacrament To bury mine intents, but also to effect Whatever I shall happen to devise.

I see your brows are full of discontent, Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears: Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay A plot shall show us all a merry day.


I see your brows are full of discontent, Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears: Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay A plot shall show us all a merry day.

This way the king will come; this is the way To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke:


This way the king will come; this is the way To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke:

Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth Have any resting for her true king's queen. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, My fair rose wither:


Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth Have any resting for her true king's queen. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, My fair rose wither:

yet look up, behold, That you in pity may dissolve to dew, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.


yet look up, behold, That you in pity may dissolve to dew, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.

Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand, Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb, And not King Richard;


Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand, Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb, And not King Richard;

thou most beauteous inn, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee, When triumph is become an alehouse guest?


thou most beauteous inn, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee, When triumph is become an alehouse guest?

Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, To think our former state a happy dream; From which awaked, the truth of what we are Shows us but this:


Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, To think our former state a happy dream; From which awaked, the truth of what we are Shows us but this:

I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France And cloister thee in some religious house:


I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France And cloister thee in some religious house:

Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, Which our profane hours here have stricken down.


Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, Which our profane hours here have stricken down.

What, is my Richard both in shape and mind Transform'd and weaken'd? hath Bolingbroke deposed Thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart?


What, is my Richard both in shape and mind Transform'd and weaken'd? hath Bolingbroke deposed Thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart?

The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpower'd;


The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpower'd;

and wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod, And fawn on rage with base humility, Which art a lion and a king of beasts?


and wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod, And fawn on rage with base humility, Which art a lion and a king of beasts?

A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France:


A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France:

Think I am dead and that even here thou takest, As from my death-bed, thy last living leave.


Think I am dead and that even here thou takest, As from my death-bed, thy last living leave.

In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages long ago betid;


In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages long ago betid;

And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs, Tell thou the lamentable tale of me And send the hearers weeping to their beds:


And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs, Tell thou the lamentable tale of me And send the hearers weeping to their beds:

For why, the senseless brands will sympathize The heavy accent of thy moving tongue And in compassion weep the fire out;


For why, the senseless brands will sympathize The heavy accent of thy moving tongue And in compassion weep the fire out;

And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, For the deposing of a rightful king.


And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, For the deposing of a rightful king.

My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed: You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; With all swift speed you must away to France.


My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed: You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; With all swift speed you must away to France.

Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, The time shall not be many hours of age More than it is ere foul sin gathering head Shalt break into corruption:


Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, The time shall not be many hours of age More than it is ere foul sin gathering head Shalt break into corruption:

thou shalt think, Though he divide the realm and give thee half, It is too little, helping him to all;


thou shalt think, Though he divide the realm and give thee half, It is too little, helping him to all;

And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Being ne'er so little urged, another way To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.


And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Being ne'er so little urged, another way To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.

The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.


The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.

My guilt be on my head, and there an end. Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith.


My guilt be on my head, and there an end. Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith.

Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate A twofold marriage, 'twixt my crown and me, And then betwixt me and my married wife. Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;


Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate A twofold marriage, 'twixt my crown and me, And then betwixt me and my married wife. Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;

And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. Part us, Northumberland; I toward the north, Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; My wife to France:


And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. Part us, Northumberland; I toward the north, Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; My wife to France:

from whence, set forth in pomp, She came adorned hither like sweet May, Sent back like Hallowmas or short'st of day.


from whence, set forth in pomp, She came adorned hither like sweet May, Sent back like Hallowmas or short'st of day.


Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.


Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.

Banish us both and send the king with me.


Banish us both and send the king with me.


Then whither he goes, thither let me go.


Then whither he goes, thither let me go.

So two, together weeping, make one woe. Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; Better far off than near, be ne'er the near. Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans.


So two, together weeping, make one woe. Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; Better far off than near, be ne'er the near. Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans.

So longest way shall have the longest moans.


So longest way shall have the longest moans.

Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief;


Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief;

One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.


One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.

Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part To take on me to keep and kill thy heart. So, now I have mine own again, be gone, That I might strive to kill it with a groan.


Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part To take on me to keep and kill thy heart. So, now I have mine own again, be gone, That I might strive to kill it with a groan.

We make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.


We make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.

My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off, of our two cousins coming into London.


My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off, of our two cousins coming into London.


At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.


At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.

welcome, Bolingbroke!' Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning, Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus: 'I thank you, countrymen:


welcome, Bolingbroke!' Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning, Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus: 'I thank you, countrymen:

' And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.


' And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.

Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?


Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious;


As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious;

Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!' No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head:


Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!' No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head:

But heaven hath a hand in these events, To whose high will we bound our calm contents. To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, Whose state and honour I for aye allow.


But heaven hath a hand in these events, To whose high will we bound our calm contents. To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, Whose state and honour I for aye allow.


Aumerle that was; But that is lost for being Richard's friend, And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: I am in parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealty to the new-made king.


Aumerle that was; But that is lost for being Richard's friend, And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: I am in parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealty to the new-made king.

Welcome, my son: who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new come spring?


Welcome, my son: who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new come spring?

Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: God knows I had as lief be none as one.


Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: God knows I had as lief be none as one.

Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs?


Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs?


What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom? Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing.


No matter, then, who see it; I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.


No matter, then, who see it; I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.

I do beseech your grace to pardon me: It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not have seen.


I do beseech your grace to pardon me: It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not have seen.

Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. I fear, I fear,--


Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. I fear, I fear,--

What should you fear? 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day.


What should you fear? 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day.

Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool. Boy, let me see the writing.


Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool. Boy, let me see the writing.

I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.


I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.

I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!


I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!


Ho! who is within there? Saddle my horse. God for his mercy, what treachery is here!


Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth, I will appeach the villain.


I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle.


I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle.

Good mother, be content; it is no more Than my poor life must answer.


Good mother, be content; it is no more Than my poor life must answer.


Bring me my boots: I will unto the king.


Bring me my boots: I will unto the king.

Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed. Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.


Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed. Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.


Why, York, what wilt thou do? Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? Have we more sons? or are we like to have? Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?


Why, York, what wilt thou do? Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? Have we more sons? or are we like to have? Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?

And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age, And rob me of a happy mother's name? Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?


And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age, And rob me of a happy mother's name? Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?

Thou fond mad woman, Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament, And interchangeably set down their hands, To kill the king at Oxford.


Thou fond mad woman, Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament, And interchangeably set down their hands, To kill the king at Oxford.

He shall be none; We'll keep him here: then what is that to him?


He shall be none; We'll keep him here: then what is that to him?

Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son, I would appeach him.


Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son, I would appeach him.

Hadst thou groan'd for him As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect That I have been disloyal to thy bed, And that he is a bastard, not thy son:


Hadst thou groan'd for him As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect That I have been disloyal to thy bed, And that he is a bastard, not thy son:

Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: He is as like thee as a man may be, Not like to me, or any of my kin, And yet I love him.


Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: He is as like thee as a man may be, Not like to me, or any of my kin, And yet I love him.


After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse; Spur post, and get before him to the king, And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee. I'll not be long behind;


After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse; Spur post, and get before him to the king, And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee. I'll not be long behind;

though I be old, I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: And never will I rise up from the ground Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone!


though I be old, I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: And never will I rise up from the ground Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone!

Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son? 'Tis full three months since I did see him last; If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. I would to God, my lords, he might be found:


Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son? 'Tis full three months since I did see him last; If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. I would to God, my lords, he might be found:

Which he, young wanton and effeminate boy, Takes on the point of honour to support So dissolute a crew.


Which he, young wanton and effeminate boy, Takes on the point of honour to support So dissolute a crew.

My lord, some two days since I saw the prince, And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford.


My lord, some two days since I saw the prince, And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford.


His answer was, he would unto the stews, And from the common'st creature pluck a glove, And wear it as a favour; and with that He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.


His answer was, he would unto the stews, And from the common'st creature pluck a glove, And wear it as a favour; and with that He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.

As dissolute as desperate; yet through both I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years May happily bring forth. But who comes here?


As dissolute as desperate; yet through both I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years May happily bring forth. But who comes here?


What means our cousin, that he stares and looks So wildly?


What means our cousin, that he stares and looks So wildly?

God save your grace! I do beseech your majesty, To have some conference with your grace alone.


God save your grace! I do beseech your majesty, To have some conference with your grace alone.

Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone. What is the matter with our cousin now?


Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone. What is the matter with our cousin now?

For ever may my knees grow to the earth, My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.


For ever may my knees grow to the earth, My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.

Intended or committed was this fault? If on the first, how heinous e'er it be, To win thy after-love I pardon thee.


Intended or committed was this fault? If on the first, how heinous e'er it be, To win thy after-love I pardon thee.

Then give me leave that I may turn the key, That no man enter till my tale be done.


Then give me leave that I may turn the key, That no man enter till my tale be done.


Stay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause to fear.


What is the matter, uncle? speak; Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, That we may arm us to encounter it.


What is the matter, uncle? speak; Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, That we may arm us to encounter it.

Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know The treason that my haste forbids me show.


Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know The treason that my haste forbids me show.

Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise pass'd: I do repent me; read not my name there My heart is not confederate with my hand.


Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise pass'd: I do repent me; read not my name there My heart is not confederate with my hand.

It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down. I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king; Fear, and not love, begets his penitence:


It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down. I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king; Fear, and not love, begets his penitence:

Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.


Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.

O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy! O loyal father of a treacherous son!


O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy! O loyal father of a treacherous son!

Thou sheer, immaculate and silver fountain, From when this stream through muddy passages Hath held his current and defiled himself!


Thou sheer, immaculate and silver fountain, From when this stream through muddy passages Hath held his current and defiled himself!

Thy overflow of good converts to bad, And thy abundant goodness shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing son.


Thy overflow of good converts to bad, And thy abundant goodness shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing son.

So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; And he shall spend mine honour with his shame, As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold.


So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; And he shall spend mine honour with his shame, As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold.

Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies: Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, The traitor lives, the true man's put to death.


Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies: Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, The traitor lives, the true man's put to death.


What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry?


What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry?

A woman, and thy aunt, great king; 'tis I. Speak with me, pity me, open the door. A beggar begs that never begg'd before.


A woman, and thy aunt, great king; 'tis I. Speak with me, pity me, open the door. A beggar begs that never begg'd before.

Our scene is alter'd from a serious thing, And now changed to 'The Beggar and the King.' My dangerous cousin, let your mother in: I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.


Our scene is alter'd from a serious thing, And now changed to 'The Beggar and the King.' My dangerous cousin, let your mother in: I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.

If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, More sins for this forgiveness prosper may. This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rest sound; This let alone will all the rest confound.


If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, More sins for this forgiveness prosper may. This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rest sound; This let alone will all the rest confound.

O king, believe not this hard-hearted man! Love loving not itself none other can.


O king, believe not this hard-hearted man! Love loving not itself none other can.

Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here? Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?


Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here? Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?

Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege.


Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege.


Not yet, I thee beseech: For ever will I walk upon my knees, And never see day that the happy sees, Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy, By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.


Not yet, I thee beseech: For ever will I walk upon my knees, And never see day that the happy sees, Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy, By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.

Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee.


Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee.

Against them both my true joints bended be. Ill mayst thou thrive, if thou grant any grace!


Against them both my true joints bended be. Ill mayst thou thrive, if thou grant any grace!

Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face; His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest; His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast: He prays but faintly and would be denied;


Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face; His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest; His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast: He prays but faintly and would be denied;

We pray with heart and soul and all beside: His weary joints would gladly rise, I know; Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow: His prayers are full of false hypocrisy;


We pray with heart and soul and all beside: His weary joints would gladly rise, I know; Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow: His prayers are full of false hypocrisy;

Ours of true zeal and deep integrity. Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have That mercy which true prayer ought to have.


Ours of true zeal and deep integrity. Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have That mercy which true prayer ought to have.


Nay, do not say, 'stand up;' Say, 'pardon' first, and afterwards 'stand up.' And if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, 'Pardon' should be the first word of thy speech.


Nay, do not say, 'stand up;' Say, 'pardon' first, and afterwards 'stand up.' And if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, 'Pardon' should be the first word of thy speech.

I never long'd to hear a word till now; Say 'pardon,' king; let pity teach thee how: The word is short, but not so short as sweet; No word like 'pardon' for kings' mouths so meet.


I never long'd to hear a word till now; Say 'pardon,' king; let pity teach thee how: The word is short, but not so short as sweet; No word like 'pardon' for kings' mouths so meet.

Speak it in French, king; say, 'pardonne moi.'


Speak it in French, king; say, 'pardonne moi.'

Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, That set'st the word itself against the word! Speak 'pardon' as 'tis current in our land;


Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, That set'st the word itself against the word! Speak 'pardon' as 'tis current in our land;

The chopping French we do not understand. Thine eye begins to speak; set thy tongue there; Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear;


The chopping French we do not understand. Thine eye begins to speak; set thy tongue there; Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear;

That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce, Pity may move thee 'pardon' to rehearse.


That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce, Pity may move thee 'pardon' to rehearse.


I do not sue to stand; Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.


O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again; Twice saying 'pardon' doth not pardon twain, But makes one pardon strong.


But for our trusty brother-in-law and the abbot, With all the rest of that consorted crew, Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.


But for our trusty brother-in-law and the abbot, With all the rest of that consorted crew, Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.

Good uncle, help to order several powers To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are: They shall not live within this world, I swear, But I will have them, if I once know where. Uncle, farewell:


Good uncle, help to order several powers To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are: They shall not live within this world, I swear, But I will have them, if I once know where. Uncle, farewell:

and, cousin too, adieu: Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true.


and, cousin too, adieu: Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true.

Come, my old son: I pray God make thee new.


Come, my old son: I pray God make thee new.

Didst thou not mark the king, what words he spake, 'Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?' Was it not so?


Didst thou not mark the king, what words he spake, 'Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?' Was it not so?


'Have I no friend?' quoth he: he spake it twice, And urged it twice together, did he not?


And speaking it, he wistly look'd on me, And who should say, 'I would thou wert the man' That would divorce this terror from my heart;' Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go:


And speaking it, he wistly look'd on me, And who should say, 'I would thou wert the man' That would divorce this terror from my heart;' Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go:

I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe.


I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe.

I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.


I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father;


My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father;

and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.


and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.

The better sort, As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd With scruples and do set the word itself Against the word:


The better sort, As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd With scruples and do set the word itself Against the word:

As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again, 'It is as hard to come as for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.' Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot Unlikely wonders;


As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again, 'It is as hard to come as for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.' Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot Unlikely wonders;

how these vain weak nails May tear a passage through the flinty ribs Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls, And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.


how these vain weak nails May tear a passage through the flinty ribs Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls, And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.

Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Nor shall not be the last;


Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Nor shall not be the last;

like silly beggars Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame, That many have and others must sit there;


like silly beggars Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame, That many have and others must sit there;

And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Bearing their own misfortunes on the back Of such as have before endured the like. Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented:


And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Bearing their own misfortunes on the back Of such as have before endured the like. Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented:

sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again:


sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again:

and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing:


and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing:

but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing. Music do I hear? Ha, ha! keep time:


but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing. Music do I hear? Ha, ha! keep time:

how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string;


how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string;

But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes;


But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes;

and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.


and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.

Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours:


Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours:

but my time Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock. This music mads me; let it sound no more;


but my time Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock. This music mads me; let it sound no more;

For though it have holp madmen to their wits, In me it seems it will make wise men mad. Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! For 'tis a sign of love;


For though it have holp madmen to their wits, In me it seems it will make wise men mad. Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! For 'tis a sign of love;

and love to Richard Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.


and love to Richard Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.


Thanks, noble peer; The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. What art thou? and how comest thou hither, Where no man never comes but that sad dog That brings me food to make misfortune live?