The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire:

All this divided York and Lancaster, Divided in their dire division, O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, The true succeeders of each royal house, By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!


All this divided York and Lancaster, Divided in their dire division, O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, The true succeeders of each royal house, By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!

And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so. Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!


And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so. Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!

Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again, And make poor England weep in streams of blood!


Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again, And make poor England weep in streams of blood!

Let them not live to taste this land's increase That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again: That she may long live here, God say amen!


Let them not live to taste this land's increase That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again: That she may long live here, God say amen!


Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; Or worthily, as a good subject should, On some known ground of treachery in him?


Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; Or worthily, as a good subject should, On some known ground of treachery in him?

As near as I could sift him on that argument, On some apparent danger seen in him Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.


As near as I could sift him on that argument, On some apparent danger seen in him Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.

Then call them to our presence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and the accused freely speak:


Then call them to our presence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and the accused freely speak:

High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.


High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

Many years of happy days befal My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!


Many years of happy days befal My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!

Each day still better other's happiness; Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Add an immortal title to your crown!


Each day still better other's happiness; Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Add an immortal title to your crown!

We thank you both: yet one but flatters us, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely to appeal each other of high treason.


We thank you both: yet one but flatters us, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely to appeal each other of high treason.

Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?


Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

First, heaven be the record to my speech!


First, heaven be the record to my speech!

In the devotion of a subject's love, Tendering the precious safety of my prince, And free from other misbegotten hate, Come I appellant to this princely presence.


In the devotion of a subject's love, Tendering the precious safety of my prince, And free from other misbegotten hate, Come I appellant to this princely presence.

Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak My body shall make good upon this earth, Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.


Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak My body shall make good upon this earth, Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.

Thou art a traitor and a miscreant, Too good to be so and too bad to live, Since the more fair and crystal is the sky, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.


Thou art a traitor and a miscreant, Too good to be so and too bad to live, Since the more fair and crystal is the sky, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

Once more, the more to aggravate the note, With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move, What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.


Once more, the more to aggravate the note, With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move, What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.

Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;


Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;

The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this: Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be hush'd and nought at all to say:


The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this: Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be hush'd and nought at all to say:

First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Which else would post until it had return'd These terms of treason doubled down his throat.


First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Which else would post until it had return'd These terms of treason doubled down his throat.

Setting aside his high blood's royalty, And let him be no kinsman to my liege, I do defy him, and I spit at him; Call him a slanderous coward and a villain:


Setting aside his high blood's royalty, And let him be no kinsman to my liege, I do defy him, and I spit at him; Call him a slanderous coward and a villain:

Which to maintain I would allow him odds, And meet him, were I tied to run afoot Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Or any other ground inhabitable, Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.


Which to maintain I would allow him odds, And meet him, were I tied to run afoot Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Or any other ground inhabitable, Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.

Mean time let this defend my loyalty, By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.


Mean time let this defend my loyalty, By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.

Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of the king, And lay aside my high blood's royalty, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.


Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of the king, And lay aside my high blood's royalty, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.

If guilty dread have left thee so much strength As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop:


If guilty dread have left thee so much strength As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop:

By that and all the rites of knighthood else, Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.


By that and all the rites of knighthood else, Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.

I take it up; and by that sword I swear Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder, I'll answer thee in any fair degree, Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:


I take it up; and by that sword I swear Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder, I'll answer thee in any fair degree, Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:

And when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor or unjustly fight!


And when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor or unjustly fight!

What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge? It must be great that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him.


What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge? It must be great that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him.

Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true;


Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true;

That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers, The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, Like a false traitor and injurious villain.


That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers, The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, Like a false traitor and injurious villain.

Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To me for justice and rough chastisement;


Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To me for justice and rough chastisement;

And, by the glorious worth of my descent, This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.


And, by the glorious worth of my descent, This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.

How high a pitch his resolution soars! Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?


How high a pitch his resolution soars! Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?

O, let my sovereign turn away his face And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this slander of his blood, How God and good men hate so foul a liar.


O, let my sovereign turn away his face And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this slander of his blood, How God and good men hate so foul a liar.

Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears: He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou: Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.


Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears: He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou: Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.

Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest. Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers;


Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest. Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers;

The other part reserved I by consent, For that my sovereign liege was in my debt Upon remainder of a dear account, Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: Now swallow down that lie.


The other part reserved I by consent, For that my sovereign liege was in my debt Upon remainder of a dear account, Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: Now swallow down that lie.

For Gloucester's death, I slew him not; but to my own disgrace Neglected my sworn duty in that case. This is my fault:


For Gloucester's death, I slew him not; but to my own disgrace Neglected my sworn duty in that case. This is my fault:

as for the rest appeall'd, It issues from the rancour of a villain, A recreant and most degenerate traitor Which in myself I boldly will defend;


as for the rest appeall'd, It issues from the rancour of a villain, A recreant and most degenerate traitor Which in myself I boldly will defend;

And interchangeably hurl down my gage Upon this overweening traitor's foot, To prove myself a loyal gentleman Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom.


And interchangeably hurl down my gage Upon this overweening traitor's foot, To prove myself a loyal gentleman Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom.

In haste whereof, most heartily I pray Your highness to assign our trial day.


In haste whereof, most heartily I pray Your highness to assign our trial day.

Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me; Let's purge this choler without letting blood: This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive;


Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me; Let's purge this choler without letting blood: This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive;

conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed. Good uncle, let this end where it begun; We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.


conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed. Good uncle, let this end where it begun; We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.

To be a make-peace shall become my age: Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.


To be a make-peace shall become my age: Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.


When, Harry, when? Obedience bids I should not bid again.


When, Harry, when? Obedience bids I should not bid again.

Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot.


Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot.

Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot. My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: The one my duty owes;


Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot. My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: The one my duty owes;

but my fair name, Despite of death that lives upon my grave, To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.


but my fair name, Despite of death that lives upon my grave, To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.

I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear, The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood Which breathed this poison.


I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear, The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood Which breathed this poison.

Rage must be withstood: Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame.


Rage must be withstood: Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame.

Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame. And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation:


Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame. And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation:

that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast. Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:


that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast. Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:

Take honour from me, and my life is done: Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; In that I live and for that will I die.


Take honour from me, and my life is done: Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; In that I live and for that will I die.

Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin.


Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin.

O, God defend my soul from such deep sin! Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight? Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height Before this out-dared dastard?


O, God defend my soul from such deep sin! Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight? Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height Before this out-dared dastard?

We were not born to sue, but to command; Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day:


We were not born to sue, but to command; Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day:

There shall your swords and lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your settled hate: Since we can not atone you, we shall see Justice design the victor's chivalry.


There shall your swords and lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your settled hate: Since we can not atone you, we shall see Justice design the victor's chivalry.

Lord marshal, command our officers at arms Be ready to direct these home alarms.


Lord marshal, command our officers at arms Be ready to direct these home alarms.

Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood Doth more solicit me than your exclaims, To stir against the butchers of his life!


Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood Doth more solicit me than your exclaims, To stir against the butchers of his life!

But since correction lieth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;


But since correction lieth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;

Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth, Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.


Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth, Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.

Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?


Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?

Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, Were as seven vials of his sacred blood, Or seven fair branches springing from one root:


Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, Were as seven vials of his sacred blood, Or seven fair branches springing from one root:

Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, Some of those branches by the Destinies cut; Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine!


Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, Some of those branches by the Destinies cut; Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine!

that bed, that womb, That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee Made him a man; and though thou livest and breathest, Yet art thou slain in him:


that bed, that womb, That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee Made him a man; and though thou livest and breathest, Yet art thou slain in him:

thou dost consent In some large measure to thy father's death, In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Who was the model of thy father's life. Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:


thou dost consent In some large measure to thy father's death, In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Who was the model of thy father's life. Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:

In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life, Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee:


In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life, Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee:

That which in mean men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.


That which in mean men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.

God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute, His deputy anointed in His sight, Hath caused his death: the which if wrongfully, Let heaven revenge;


God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute, His deputy anointed in His sight, Hath caused his death: the which if wrongfully, Let heaven revenge;

for I may never lift An angry arm against His minister.


for I may never lift An angry arm against His minister.

Where then, alas, may I complain myself?


Where then, alas, may I complain myself?

To God, the widow's champion and defence.


To God, the widow's champion and defence.

Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight:


Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight:

O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast! Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's wife With her companion grief must end her life.


O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast! Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's wife With her companion grief must end her life.

Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry: As much good stay with thee as go with me!


Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry: As much good stay with thee as go with me!

Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: I take my leave before I have begun, For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.


Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: I take my leave before I have begun, For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.

Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York. Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so; Though this be all, do not so quickly go; I shall remember more. Bid him--ah, what?


Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York. Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so; Though this be all, do not so quickly go; I shall remember more. Bid him--ah, what?

-- With all good speed at Plashy visit me. Alack, and what shall good old York there see But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?


-- With all good speed at Plashy visit me. Alack, and what shall good old York there see But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?

And what hear there for welcome but my groans? Therefore commend me; let him not come there, To seek out sorrow that dwells every where. Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die:


And what hear there for welcome but my groans? Therefore commend me; let him not come there, To seek out sorrow that dwells every where. Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die:

The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.


The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.

My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?


My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?

Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.


Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.

The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.


The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.

Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach.


Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach.

Marshal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in arms: Ask him his name and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause.


Marshal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in arms: Ask him his name and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause.

In God's name and the king's, say who thou art And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms, Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel: Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;


In God's name and the king's, say who thou art And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms, Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel: Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;

As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!


As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!

My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk; Who hither come engaged by my oath-- Which God defend a knight should violate! And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!


My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk; Who hither come engaged by my oath-- Which God defend a knight should violate! And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Both who he is and why he cometh hither Thus plated in habiliments of war, And formally, according to our law, Depose him in the justice of his cause.


Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Both who he is and why he cometh hither Thus plated in habiliments of war, And formally, according to our law, Depose him in the justice of his cause.

What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither, Before King Richard in his royal lists? Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel? Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!


What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither, Before King Richard in his royal lists? Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel? Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!

Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby Am I; And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!


Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby Am I; And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

On pain of death, no person be so bold Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, Except the marshal and such officers Appointed to direct these fair designs.


On pain of death, no person be so bold Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, Except the marshal and such officers Appointed to direct these fair designs.

Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his majesty: For Mowbray and myself are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;


Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his majesty: For Mowbray and myself are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;

Then let us take a ceremonious leave And loving farewell of our several friends.


Then let us take a ceremonious leave And loving farewell of our several friends.

The appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.


The appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

We will descend and fold him in our arms. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewell, my blood;


We will descend and fold him in our arms. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewell, my blood;

which if to-day thou shed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.


which if to-day thou shed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

O let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear: As confident as is the falcon's flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. My loving lord, I take my leave of you;


O let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear: As confident as is the falcon's flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. My loving lord, I take my leave of you;

Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle; Not sick, although I have to do with death, But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.


Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle; Not sick, although I have to do with death, But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.

Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet:


Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet:

O thou, the earthly author of my blood, Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head, Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;


O thou, the earthly author of my blood, Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head, Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;

And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat, And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt, Even in the lusty havior of his son.


And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat, And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt, Even in the lusty havior of his son.

God in thy good cause make thee prosperous! Be swift like lightning in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the casque Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:


God in thy good cause make thee prosperous! Be swift like lightning in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the casque Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:

Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.


Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.

Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!


Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!

However God or fortune cast my lot, There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne, A loyal, just and upright gentleman:


However God or fortune cast my lot, There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne, A loyal, just and upright gentleman:

Most mighty liege, and my companion peers, Take from my mouth the wish of happy years: As gentle and as jocund as to jest Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.


Most mighty liege, and my companion peers, Take from my mouth the wish of happy years: As gentle and as jocund as to jest Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.

Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. Order the trial, marshal, and begin.


Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. Order the trial, marshal, and begin.

Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!


Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!


Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.


Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.

And dares him to set forward to the fight.


And dares him to set forward to the fight.

Courageously and with a free desire Attending but the signal to begin.


Courageously and with a free desire Attending but the signal to begin.

Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.


Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.

Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again: Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound While we return these dukes what we decree.


Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again: Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound While we return these dukes what we decree.

Draw near, And list what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd With that dear blood which it hath fostered;


Draw near, And list what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd With that dear blood which it hath fostered;

And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' sword;


And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' sword;

You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life, Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields Shall not regreet our fair dominions, But tread the stranger paths of banishment.


You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life, Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields Shall not regreet our fair dominions, But tread the stranger paths of banishment.

Your will be done: this must my comfort be, Sun that warms you here shall shine on me; And those his golden beams to you here lent Shall point on me and gild my banishment.


Your will be done: this must my comfort be, Sun that warms you here shall shine on me; And those his golden beams to you here lent Shall point on me and gild my banishment.

Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: The sly slow hours shall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile;


Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: The sly slow hours shall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile;

The hopeless word of 'never to return' Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.


The hopeless word of 'never to return' Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.

A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth:


A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth:

A dearer merit, not so deep a maim As to be cast forth in the common air, Have I deserved at your highness' hands. The language I have learn'd these forty years, My native English, now I must forego:


A dearer merit, not so deep a maim As to be cast forth in the common air, Have I deserved at your highness' hands. The language I have learn'd these forty years, My native English, now I must forego:

And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony:


And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony:

Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips; And dull unfeeling barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me.


Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips; And dull unfeeling barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me.

I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now: What is thy sentence then but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?


I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now: What is thy sentence then but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?

It boots thee not to be compassionate: After our sentence plaining comes too late.


It boots thee not to be compassionate: After our sentence plaining comes too late.

Then thus I turn me from my country's light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.


Then thus I turn me from my country's light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.

Return again, and take an oath with thee. Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands;


Return again, and take an oath with thee. Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands;

Swear by the duty that you owe to God-- Our part therein we banish with yourselves-- To keep the oath that we administer: You never shall, so help you truth and God!


Swear by the duty that you owe to God-- Our part therein we banish with yourselves-- To keep the oath that we administer: You never shall, so help you truth and God!

Embrace each other's love in banishment; Nor never look upon each other's face; Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile This louring tempest of your home-bred hate;


Embrace each other's love in banishment; Nor never look upon each other's face; Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile This louring tempest of your home-bred hate;

Nor never by advised purpose meet To plot, contrive, or complot any ill 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.


Nor never by advised purpose meet To plot, contrive, or complot any ill 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.


Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:-- By this time, had the king permitted us, One of our souls had wander'd in the air.


Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:-- By this time, had the king permitted us, One of our souls had wander'd in the air.

Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh, As now our flesh is banish'd from this land: Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm;


Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh, As now our flesh is banish'd from this land: Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm;

Since thou hast far to go, bear not along The clogging burthen of a guilty soul.


Since thou hast far to go, bear not along The clogging burthen of a guilty soul.

No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor, My name be blotted from the book of life, And I from heaven banish'd as from hence! But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know;


No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor, My name be blotted from the book of life, And I from heaven banish'd as from hence! But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know;

And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue. Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way.


And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue. Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way.

Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away.


Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away.

Six frozen winter spent, Return with welcome home from banishment.


Six frozen winter spent, Return with welcome home from banishment.

How long a time lies in one little word! Four lagging winters and four wanton springs End in a word: such is the breath of kings.


How long a time lies in one little word! Four lagging winters and four wanton springs End in a word: such is the breath of kings.

I thank my liege, that in regard of me He shortens four years of my son's exile: But little vantage shall I reap thereby;


I thank my liege, that in regard of me He shortens four years of my son's exile: But little vantage shall I reap thereby;

For, ere the six years that he hath to spend Can change their moons and bring their times about My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light Shall be extinct with age and endless night;


For, ere the six years that he hath to spend Can change their moons and bring their times about My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light Shall be extinct with age and endless night;

My inch of taper will be burnt and done, And blindfold death not let me see my son.


My inch of taper will be burnt and done, And blindfold death not let me see my son.

Why uncle, thou hast many years to live.


Why uncle, thou hast many years to live.

But not a minute, king, that thou canst give: Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;


But not a minute, king, that thou canst give: Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;

Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; Thy word is current with him for my death, But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.


Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; Thy word is current with him for my death, But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.

Thy son is banish'd upon good advice, Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave: Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour?


Thy son is banish'd upon good advice, Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave: Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour?

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. You urged me as a judge; but I had rather You would have bid me argue like a father.


Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. You urged me as a judge; but I had rather You would have bid me argue like a father.

O, had it been a stranger, not my child, To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: A partial slander sought I to avoid, And in the sentence my own life destroy'd.


O, had it been a stranger, not my child, To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: A partial slander sought I to avoid, And in the sentence my own life destroy'd.

Alas, I look'd when some of you should say, I was too strict to make mine own away; But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue Against my will to do myself this wrong.


Alas, I look'd when some of you should say, I was too strict to make mine own away; But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue Against my will to do myself this wrong.

Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so: Six years we banish him, and he shall go.


Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so: Six years we banish him, and he shall go.

Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know, From where you do remain let paper show.


Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know, From where you do remain let paper show.

My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, As far as land will let me, by your side.


My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, As far as land will let me, by your side.

O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words, That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends?


O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words, That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends?

I have too few to take my leave of you, When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart.


I have too few to take my leave of you, When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart.

Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.


Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.

Joy absent, grief is present for that time.


Joy absent, grief is present for that time.

What is six winters? they are quickly gone.


What is six winters? they are quickly gone.

To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.


To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.

Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.


Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.

My heart will sigh when I miscall it so, Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.


My heart will sigh when I miscall it so, Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.

The sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set The precious jewel of thy home return.


The sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set The precious jewel of thy home return.

Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make Will but remember me what a deal of world I wander from the jewels that I love.


Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make Will but remember me what a deal of world I wander from the jewels that I love.

Must I not serve a long apprenticehood To foreign passages, and in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?


Must I not serve a long apprenticehood To foreign passages, and in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.


All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

Think not the king did banish thee, But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit, Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour And not the king exiled thee;


Think not the king did banish thee, But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit, Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour And not the king exiled thee;

or suppose Devouring pestilence hangs in our air And thou art flying to a fresher clime: Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou comest:


or suppose Devouring pestilence hangs in our air And thou art flying to a fresher clime: Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou comest:

Suppose the singing birds musicians, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd, The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more Than a delightful measure or a dance;


Suppose the singing birds musicians, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd, The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more Than a delightful measure or a dance;

For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.


For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?


O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?

Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:


Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:

Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.


Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.

Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.


Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.

Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where'er I wander, boast of this I can, Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman.


Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where'er I wander, boast of this I can, Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman.

We did observe. Cousin Aumerle, How far brought you high Hereford on his way?


We did observe. Cousin Aumerle, How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

I brought high Hereford, if you call him so, But to the next highway, and there I left him.


I brought high Hereford, if you call him so, But to the next highway, and there I left him.

And say, what store of parting tears were shed?


And say, what store of parting tears were shed?

Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind, Which then blew bitterly against our faces, Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.


Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind, Which then blew bitterly against our faces, Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.

What said our cousin when you parted with him?


What said our cousin when you parted with him?

'Farewell:' And, for my heart disdained that my tongue Should so profane the word, that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such grief That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.


'Farewell:' And, for my heart disdained that my tongue Should so profane the word, that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such grief That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.

Marry, would the word 'farewell' have lengthen'd hours And added years to his short banishment, He should have had a volume of farewells; But since it would not, he had none of me.


Marry, would the word 'farewell' have lengthen'd hours And added years to his short banishment, He should have had a volume of farewells; But since it would not, he had none of me.

He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, When time shall call him home from banishment, Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.


He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, When time shall call him home from banishment, Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.

Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green Observed his courtship to the common people; Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;


Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green Observed his courtship to the common people; Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;

A brace of draymen bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee, With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;


A brace of draymen bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee, With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;

' As were our England in reversion his, And he our subjects' next degree in hope.


' As were our England in reversion his, And he our subjects' next degree in hope.

Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.


Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.

Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland, Expedient manage must be made, my liege, Ere further leisure yield them further means For their advantage and your highness' loss.


Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland, Expedient manage must be made, my liege, Ere further leisure yield them further means For their advantage and your highness' loss.

We will ourself in person to this war: And, for our coffers, with too great a court And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light, We are inforced to farm our royal realm;


We will ourself in person to this war: And, for our coffers, with too great a court And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light, We are inforced to farm our royal realm;

The revenue whereof shall furnish us For our affairs in hand: if that come short, Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters;


The revenue whereof shall furnish us For our affairs in hand: if that come short, Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters;

Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich, They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold And send them after to supply our wants; For we will make for Ireland presently. Bushy, what news?


Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich, They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold And send them after to supply our wants; For we will make for Ireland presently. Bushy, what news?

Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord, Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste To entreat your majesty to visit him.


Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord, Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste To entreat your majesty to visit him.


Now put it, God, in the physician's mind To help him to his grave immediately! The lining of his coffers shall make coats To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.


Now put it, God, in the physician's mind To help him to his grave immediately! The lining of his coffers shall make coats To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.

Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him: Pray God we may make haste, and come too late!


Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him: Pray God we may make haste, and come too late!


Will the king come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?


Will the king come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?

Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.


Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.

O, but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.


O, but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

He that no more must say is listen'd more Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose; More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:


He that no more must say is listen'd more Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose; More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past:


The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past:

Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear, My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.


Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear, My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.

No; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds, As praises, of whose taste the wise are fond, Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound The open ear of youth doth always listen;


No; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds, As praises, of whose taste the wise are fond, Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound The open ear of youth doth always listen;

Report of fashions in proud Italy, Whose manners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base imitation.


Report of fashions in proud Italy, Whose manners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base imitation.

Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity-- So it be new, there's no respect how vile-- That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?


Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity-- So it be new, there's no respect how vile-- That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?

Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard. Direct not him whose way himself will choose: 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.


Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard. Direct not him whose way himself will choose: 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.

Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus expiring do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves;


Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus expiring do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves;

Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:


Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:

Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.


Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

England, bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:


England, bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:

That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death!


That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death!

The king is come: deal mildly with his youth; For young hot colts being raged do rage the more.


The king is come: deal mildly with his youth; For young hot colts being raged do rage the more.


What comfort, man? how is't with aged Gaunt?


What comfort, man? how is't with aged Gaunt?

O how that name befits my composition! Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old: Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt?


O how that name befits my composition! Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old: Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt?

For sleeping England long time have I watch'd; Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt: The pleasure that some fathers feed upon, Is my strict fast; I mean, my children's looks;


For sleeping England long time have I watch'd; Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt: The pleasure that some fathers feed upon, Is my strict fast; I mean, my children's looks;

And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones.


And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones.

Can sick men play so nicely with their names?


Can sick men play so nicely with their names?

No, misery makes sport to mock itself: Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.


No, misery makes sport to mock itself: Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.

Should dying men flatter with those that live?


Should dying men flatter with those that live?

No, no, men living flatter those that die.


No, no, men living flatter those that die.

Thou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me.


Thou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me.

O, no! thou diest, though I the sicker be.


O, no! thou diest, though I the sicker be.

I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.


I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.

Now He that made me knows I see thee ill; Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;


Now He that made me knows I see thee ill; Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;

And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee:


And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee:

A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, Whose compass is no bigger than thy head; And yet, incaged in so small a verge, The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.


A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, Whose compass is no bigger than thy head; And yet, incaged in so small a verge, The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.

Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, It were a shame to let this land by lease; But for thy world enjoying but this land, Is it not more than shame to shame it so?


Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, It were a shame to let this land by lease; But for thy world enjoying but this land, Is it not more than shame to shame it so?

Landlord of England art thou now, not king: Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; And thou--


Landlord of England art thou now, not king: Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; And thou--

A lunatic lean-witted fool, Presuming on an ague's privilege, Darest with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood With fury from his native residence.


A lunatic lean-witted fool, Presuming on an ague's privilege, Darest with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood With fury from his native residence.

Now, by my seat's right royal majesty, Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son, This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.


Now, by my seat's right royal majesty, Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son, This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.

O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son, For that I was his father Edward's son; That blood already, like the pelican, Hast thou tapp'd out and drunkenly caroused:


O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son, For that I was his father Edward's son; That blood already, like the pelican, Hast thou tapp'd out and drunkenly caroused:

My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul, Whom fair befal in heaven 'mongst happy souls! May be a precedent and witness good That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood:


My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul, Whom fair befal in heaven 'mongst happy souls! May be a precedent and witness good That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood:

Join with the present sickness that I have; And thy unkindness be like crooked age, To crop at once a too long wither'd flower. Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!


Join with the present sickness that I have; And thy unkindness be like crooked age, To crop at once a too long wither'd flower. Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!

These words hereafter thy tormentors be! Convey me to my bed, then to my grave: Love they to live that love and honour have.


These words hereafter thy tormentors be! Convey me to my bed, then to my grave: Love they to live that love and honour have.

And let them die that age and sullens have; For both hast thou, and both become the grave.


And let them die that age and sullens have; For both hast thou, and both become the grave.

I do beseech your majesty, impute his words To wayward sickliness and age in him: He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here.


I do beseech your majesty, impute his words To wayward sickliness and age in him: He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here.

Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his; As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.


Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his; As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.

My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.


My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.


Nay, nothing; all is said His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.


Nay, nothing; all is said His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.

Be York the next that must be bankrupt so! Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.


Be York the next that must be bankrupt so! Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be. So much for that. Now for our Irish wars:


The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be. So much for that. Now for our Irish wars:

We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns, Which live like venom where no venom else But only they have privilege to live.


We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns, Which live like venom where no venom else But only they have privilege to live.

And for these great affairs do ask some charge, Towards our assistance we do seize to us The plate, corn, revenues and moveables, Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd.


And for these great affairs do ask some charge, Towards our assistance we do seize to us The plate, corn, revenues and moveables, Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd.

How long shall I be patient? ah, how long Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong? I am the last of noble Edward's sons, Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first:


How long shall I be patient? ah, how long Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong? I am the last of noble Edward's sons, Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first:

In war was never lion raged more fierce, In peace was never gentle lamb more mild, Than was that young and princely gentleman.


In war was never lion raged more fierce, In peace was never gentle lamb more mild, Than was that young and princely gentleman.

His face thou hast, for even so look'd he, Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours; But when he frown'd, it was against the French And not against his friends;


His face thou hast, for even so look'd he, Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours; But when he frown'd, it was against the French And not against his friends;

his noble hand Did will what he did spend and spent not that Which his triumphant father's hand had won; His hands were guilty of no kindred blood, But bloody with the enemies of his kin. O Richard!


his noble hand Did will what he did spend and spent not that Which his triumphant father's hand had won; His hands were guilty of no kindred blood, But bloody with the enemies of his kin. O Richard!

York is too far gone with grief, Or else he never would compare between.


York is too far gone with grief, Or else he never would compare between.


O my liege, Pardon me, if you please; if not, I, pleased Not to be pardon'd, am content withal. Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford?


O my liege, Pardon me, if you please; if not, I, pleased Not to be pardon'd, am content withal. Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford?

Is not Gaunt dead, and doth not Hereford live? Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true? Did not the one deserve to have an heir? Is not his heir a well-deserving son?


Is not Gaunt dead, and doth not Hereford live? Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true? Did not the one deserve to have an heir? Is not his heir a well-deserving son?

Take Hereford's rights away, and take from Time His charters and his customary rights; Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day; Be not thyself;


Take Hereford's rights away, and take from Time His charters and his customary rights; Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day; Be not thyself;

for how art thou a king But by fair sequence and succession? Now, afore God--God forbid I say true!


for how art thou a king But by fair sequence and succession? Now, afore God--God forbid I say true!

Think what you will, we seize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.


Think what you will, we seize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.

I'll not be by the while: my liege, farewell: What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell; But by bad courses may be understood That their events can never fall out good.


I'll not be by the while: my liege, farewell: What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell; But by bad courses may be understood That their events can never fall out good.

Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight: Bid him repair to us to Ely House To see this business. To-morrow next We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow:


Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight: Bid him repair to us to Ely House To see this business. To-morrow next We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow:

And we create, in absence of ourself, Our uncle York lord governor of England; For he is just and always loved us well. Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part;


And we create, in absence of ourself, Our uncle York lord governor of England; For he is just and always loved us well. Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part;


Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.


Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.

And living too; for now his son is duke.


And living too; for now his son is duke.


Richly in both, if justice had her right.


Richly in both, if justice had her right.

My heart is great; but it must break with silence, Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue.


My heart is great; but it must break with silence, Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue.

Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!


Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!

Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford? If it be so, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.


Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford? If it be so, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.

No good at all that I can do for him; Unless you call it good to pity him, Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.


No good at all that I can do for him; Unless you call it good to pity him, Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.

Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne In him, a royal prince, and many moe Of noble blood in this declining land. The king is not himself, but basely led By flatterers;


Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne In him, a royal prince, and many moe Of noble blood in this declining land. The king is not himself, but basely led By flatterers;

and what they will inform, Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all, That will the king severely prosecute 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.


and what they will inform, Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all, That will the king severely prosecute 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.

The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes, And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.


The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes, And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.

And daily new exactions are devised, As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: But what, o' God's name, doth become of this?


And daily new exactions are devised, As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: But what, o' God's name, doth become of this?

Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not, But basely yielded upon compromise That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows: More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.


Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not, But basely yielded upon compromise That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows: More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.

The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.


The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.

The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man.


The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man.

Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.


Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.

He hath not money for these Irish wars, His burthenous taxations notwithstanding, But by the robbing of the banish'd duke.


He hath not money for these Irish wars, His burthenous taxations notwithstanding, But by the robbing of the banish'd duke.

His noble kinsman: most degenerate king! But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet see no shelter to avoid the storm;


His noble kinsman: most degenerate king! But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet see no shelter to avoid the storm;

We see the wind sit sore upon our sails, And yet we strike not, but securely perish.


We see the wind sit sore upon our sails, And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

We see the very wreck that we must suffer; And unavoided is the danger now, For suffering so the causes of our wreck.


We see the very wreck that we must suffer; And unavoided is the danger now, For suffering so the causes of our wreck.

Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is.


Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is.

Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.


Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.

Be confident to speak, Northumberland: We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold.


Be confident to speak, Northumberland: We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold.

Then thus: Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay The first departing of the king for Ireland. But if you faint, as fearing to do so, Stay and be secret, and myself will go.


Then thus: Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay The first departing of the king for Ireland. But if you faint, as fearing to do so, Stay and be secret, and myself will go.

To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear.


To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear.

Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.


Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.

Madam, your majesty is too much sad: You promised, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness And entertain a cheerful disposition.


Madam, your majesty is too much sad: You promised, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness And entertain a cheerful disposition.

To please the king I did; to please myself I cannot do it; yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard:


To please the king I did; to please myself I cannot do it; yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard:

yet again, methinks, Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Is coming towards me, and my inward soul With nothing trembles:


yet again, methinks, Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Is coming towards me, and my inward soul With nothing trembles:

at some thing it grieves, More than with parting from my lord the king.


at some thing it grieves, More than with parting from my lord the king.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which shows like grief itself, but is not so; For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects;


Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which shows like grief itself, but is not so; For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects;

Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry Distinguish form:


Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry Distinguish form:

so your sweet majesty, Looking awry upon your lord's departure, Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows Of what it is not.


so your sweet majesty, Looking awry upon your lord's departure, Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows Of what it is not.

Then, thrice-gracious queen, More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen; Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Which for things true weeps things imaginary.


Then, thrice-gracious queen, More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen; Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Which for things true weeps things imaginary.

It may be so; but yet my inward soul Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be, I cannot but be sad;


It may be so; but yet my inward soul Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be, I cannot but be sad;

so heavy sad As, though on thinking on no thought I think, Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.


so heavy sad As, though on thinking on no thought I think, Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.

'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.


'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.

'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived From some forefather grief; mine is not so, For nothing had begot my something grief; Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:


'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived From some forefather grief; mine is not so, For nothing had begot my something grief; Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:

'Tis in reversion that I do possess; But what it is, that is not yet known; what I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.


'Tis in reversion that I do possess; But what it is, that is not yet known; what I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.

God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen: I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.


God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen: I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.

Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope: Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?


Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is; For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope: Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?

That he, our hope, might have retired his power, And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Who strongly hath set footing in this land:


That he, our hope, might have retired his power, And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Who strongly hath set footing in this land:

The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, And with uplifted arms is safe arrived At Ravenspurgh.


The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, And with uplifted arms is safe arrived At Ravenspurgh.


Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse, The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy, The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.


Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse, The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy, The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.

Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland And all the rest revolted faction traitors?


Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland And all the rest revolted faction traitors?

We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke.


We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, And all the household servants fled with him To Bolingbroke.

So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:


So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:

Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy, And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.


Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy, And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.


Who shall hinder me? I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope:


Who shall hinder me? I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope:

he is a flatterer, A parasite, a keeper back of death, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Which false hope lingers in extremity.


he is a flatterer, A parasite, a keeper back of death, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Which false hope lingers in extremity.


With signs of war about his aged neck: O, full of careful business are his looks! Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.


With signs of war about his aged neck: O, full of careful business are his looks! Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.

Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.


Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.

Your husband, he is gone to save far off, Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Here am I left to underprop his land, Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:


Your husband, he is gone to save far off, Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Here am I left to underprop his land, Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:

Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.


Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.

My lord, your son was gone before I came.


My lord, your son was gone before I came.

He was? Why, so! go all which way it will! The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester;


He was? Why, so! go all which way it will! The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester;

Bid her send me presently a thousand pound: Hold, take my ring.


Bid her send me presently a thousand pound: Hold, take my ring.

My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship, To-day, as I came by, I called there; But I shall grieve you to report the rest.


My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship, To-day, as I came by, I called there; But I shall grieve you to report the rest.


An hour before I came, the duchess died.


An hour before I came, the duchess died.

God for his mercy! what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this woeful land at once! I know not what to do:


God for his mercy! what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this woeful land at once! I know not what to do:

I would to God, So my untruth had not provoked him to it, The king had cut off my head with my brother's. What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland? How shall we do for money for these wars?


I would to God, So my untruth had not provoked him to it, The king had cut off my head with my brother's. What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland? How shall we do for money for these wars?

Come, sister,--cousin, I would say--pray, pardon me. Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts And bring away the armour that is there. Gentlemen, will you go muster men?


Come, sister,--cousin, I would say--pray, pardon me. Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts And bring away the armour that is there. Gentlemen, will you go muster men?

If I know how or which way to order these affairs Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen: The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath And duty bids defend;


If I know how or which way to order these affairs Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen: The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath And duty bids defend;

the other again Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd, Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll Dispose of you.


the other again Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd, Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll Dispose of you.

Gentlemen, go, muster up your men, And meet me presently at Berkeley. I should to Plashy too; But time will not permit: all is uneven, And every thing is left at six and seven.


Gentlemen, go, muster up your men, And meet me presently at Berkeley. I should to Plashy too; But time will not permit: all is uneven, And every thing is left at six and seven.

The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power Proportionable to the enemy Is all unpossible.


The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, But none returns. For us to levy power Proportionable to the enemy Is all unpossible.

Besides, our nearness to the king in love Is near the hate of those love not the king.


Besides, our nearness to the king in love Is near the hate of those love not the king.

And that's the wavering commons: for their love Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.


And that's the wavering commons: for their love Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd.


Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd.

If judgement lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king.


If judgement lie in them, then so do we, Because we ever have been near the king.

Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle: The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.


Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle: The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.

Thither will I with you; for little office The hateful commons will perform for us, Except like curs to tear us all to pieces. Will you go along with us?


Thither will I with you; for little office The hateful commons will perform for us, Except like curs to tear us all to pieces. Will you go along with us?

No; I will to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain, We three here art that ne'er shall meet again.


No; I will to Ireland to his majesty. Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain, We three here art that ne'er shall meet again.

That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.


That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.

Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry: Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.


Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry: Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.


How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?


How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?

Believe me, noble lord, I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:


Believe me, noble lord, I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:

These high wild hills and rough uneven ways Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome, And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Making the hard way sweet and delectable.


These high wild hills and rough uneven ways Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome, And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Making the hard way sweet and delectable.

But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have The present benefit which I possess; And hope to joy is little less in joy Than hope enjoy'd:


But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have The present benefit which I possess; And hope to joy is little less in joy Than hope enjoy'd:

by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done By sight of what I have, your noble company.


by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done By sight of what I have, your noble company.

Of much less value is my company Than your good words. But who comes here?


Of much less value is my company Than your good words. But who comes here?

It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever. Harry, how fares your uncle?


It is my son, young Harry Percy, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever. Harry, how fares your uncle?

I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you.


I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you.


No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office and dispersed The household of the king.


No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office and dispersed The household of the king.

What was his reason? He was not so resolved when last we spake together.


What was his reason? He was not so resolved when last we spake together.

Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.


Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.

But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh, To offer service to the Duke of Hereford, And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover What power the Duke of York had levied there;


But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh, To offer service to the Duke of Hereford, And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover What power the Duke of York had levied there;

Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.


Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.

Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?


Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?

No, my good lord, for that is not forgot Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, I never in my life did look on him.


No, my good lord, for that is not forgot Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, I never in my life did look on him.

Then learn to know him now; this is the duke.


Then learn to know him now; this is the duke.

My gracious lord, I tender you my service, Such as it is, being tender, raw and young: Which elder days shall ripen and confirm To more approved service and desert.


My gracious lord, I tender you my service, Such as it is, being tender, raw and young: Which elder days shall ripen and confirm To more approved service and desert.

I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends;


I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends;

And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense: My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.


And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense: My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.

How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir Keeps good old York there with his men of war?


How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir Keeps good old York there with his men of war?

There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard; And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour; None else of name and noble estimate.


There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees, Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard; And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour; None else of name and noble estimate.

Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.


Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.

Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues A banish'd traitor: all my treasury Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd Shall be your love and labour's recompense.


Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues A banish'd traitor: all my treasury Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd Shall be your love and labour's recompense.

Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.


Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.

And far surmounts our labour to attain it.


And far surmounts our labour to attain it.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?


Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?


My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.


My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.

My lord, my answer is--to Lancaster; And I am come to seek that name in England; And I must find that title in your tongue, Before I make reply to aught you say.


My lord, my answer is--to Lancaster; And I am come to seek that name in England; And I must find that title in your tongue, Before I make reply to aught you say.

Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning To raze one title of your honour out:


Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning To raze one title of your honour out:

I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle!


I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle!

Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceiveable and false.


Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceiveable and false.


Tut, tut! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle: I am no traitor's uncle; and that word 'grace.' In an ungracious mouth is but profane.


Tut, tut! Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle: I am no traitor's uncle; and that word 'grace.' In an ungracious mouth is but profane.

Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? But then more 'why?


Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? But then more 'why?

' why have they dared to march So many miles upon her peaceful bosom, Frighting her pale-faced villages with war And ostentation of despised arms? Comest thou because the anointed king is hence?


' why have they dared to march So many miles upon her peaceful bosom, Frighting her pale-faced villages with war And ostentation of despised arms? Comest thou because the anointed king is hence?

Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, And in my loyal bosom lies his power. Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee And minister correction to thy fault!


Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, And in my loyal bosom lies his power. Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee And minister correction to thy fault!

My gracious uncle, let me know my fault: On what condition stands it and wherein?


My gracious uncle, let me know my fault: On what condition stands it and wherein?

Even in condition of the worst degree, In gross rebellion and detested treason: Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come Before the expiration of thy time, In braving arms against thy sovereign.


Even in condition of the worst degree, In gross rebellion and detested treason: Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come Before the expiration of thy time, In braving arms against thy sovereign.

As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; But as I come, I come for Lancaster. And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:


As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; But as I come, I come for Lancaster. And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:

You are my father, for methinks in you I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father, Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandering vagabond;


You are my father, for methinks in you I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father, Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandering vagabond;

my rights and royalties Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born? If that my cousin king be King of England, It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.


my rights and royalties Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born? If that my cousin king be King of England, It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.

You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin; Had you first died, and he been thus trod down, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.


You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin; Had you first died, and he been thus trod down, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.

I am denied to sue my livery here, And yet my letters-patents give me leave: My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold, And these and all are all amiss employ'd. What would you have me do?


I am denied to sue my livery here, And yet my letters-patents give me leave: My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold, And these and all are all amiss employ'd. What would you have me do?

I am a subject, And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me; And therefore, personally I lay my claim To my inheritance of free descent.


I am a subject, And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me; And therefore, personally I lay my claim To my inheritance of free descent.

The noble duke hath been too much abused.


The noble duke hath been too much abused.

It stands your grace upon to do him right.


It stands your grace upon to do him right.

Base men by his endowments are made great.


Base men by his endowments are made great.

My lords of England, let me tell you this: I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs And laboured all I could to do him right;


My lords of England, let me tell you this: I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs And laboured all I could to do him right;

But in this kind to come, in braving arms, Be his own carver and cut out his way, To find out right with wrong, it may not be;


But in this kind to come, in braving arms, Be his own carver and cut out his way, To find out right with wrong, it may not be;

And you that do abet him in this kind Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.


And you that do abet him in this kind Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.

The noble duke hath sworn his coming is But for his own; and for the right of that We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath!


The noble duke hath sworn his coming is But for his own; and for the right of that We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath!

Well, well, I see the issue of these arms: I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because my power is weak and all ill left:


Well, well, I see the issue of these arms: I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because my power is weak and all ill left:

But if I could, by Him that gave me life, I would attach you all and make you stoop Unto the sovereign mercy of the king; But since I cannot, be it known to you I do remain as neuter.


But if I could, by Him that gave me life, I would attach you all and make you stoop Unto the sovereign mercy of the king; But since I cannot, be it known to you I do remain as neuter.

So, fare you well; Unless you please to enter in the castle And there repose you for this night.


So, fare you well; Unless you please to enter in the castle And there repose you for this night.


It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause; For I am loath to break our country's laws. Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are: Things past redress are now with me past care.


It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause; For I am loath to break our country's laws. Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are: Things past redress are now with me past care.

My lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days, And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the king; Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.


My lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days, And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the king; Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.

Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman: The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.


Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman: The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.

'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;


'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;

The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change;


The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change;

Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap, The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other to enjoy by rage and war: These signs forerun the death or fall of kings. Farewell:


Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap, The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other to enjoy by rage and war: These signs forerun the death or fall of kings. Farewell:

our countrymen are gone and fled, As well assured Richard their king is dead.


our countrymen are gone and fled, As well assured Richard their king is dead.

Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind I see thy glory like a shooting star Fall to the base earth from the firmament.


Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind I see thy glory like a shooting star Fall to the base earth from the firmament.

Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest: Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes, And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.


Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest: Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes, And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.

Bring forth these men. Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls-- Since presently your souls must part your bodies-- With too much urging your pernicious lives, For 'twere no charity;


Bring forth these men. Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls-- Since presently your souls must part your bodies-- With too much urging your pernicious lives, For 'twere no charity;

yet, to wash your blood From off my hands, here in the view of men I will unfold some causes of your deaths.


yet, to wash your blood From off my hands, here in the view of men I will unfold some causes of your deaths.

You have misled a prince, a royal king, A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, By you unhappied and disfigured clean: This and much more, much more than twice all this, Condemns you to the death.


You have misled a prince, a royal king, A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, By you unhappied and disfigured clean: This and much more, much more than twice all this, Condemns you to the death.

See them deliver'd over To execution and the hand of death.


See them deliver'd over To execution and the hand of death.

More welcome is the stroke of death to me Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.


More welcome is the stroke of death to me Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.

My comfort is that heaven will take our souls And plague injustice with the pains of hell.


My comfort is that heaven will take our souls And plague injustice with the pains of hell.

My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd. Uncle, you say the queen is at your house; For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated: Tell her I send to her my kind commends;


My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd. Uncle, you say the queen is at your house; For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated: Tell her I send to her my kind commends;

Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.


Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.

A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd With letters of your love to her at large.


A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd With letters of your love to her at large.

Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away. To fight with Glendower and his complices: Awhile to work, and after holiday.


Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away. To fight with Glendower and his complices: Awhile to work, and after holiday.

Barkloughly castle call they this at hand?


Barkloughly castle call they this at hand?

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