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Queen. What is my Richard both in shape and K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and mind
heart from heart. Transform’d and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke Queen. Banish us both,and send theking with me. Depos’dthine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? North. That were some love, but little policy. The lion, dying, thrustest forth his paw,
Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let ine go. And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage K.Rich. Sotwo,together weeping,makeone woe, To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod ? Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near And fawn on rage with base humility,
Go,count thy way with sighs;1, mine with groans. Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? [beasts, 10 Queen. So longest way shall have the longest
K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed ; if aught but I had been still a happy king of open.
K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for
being short, France :
And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Think, I anı dead; and that even here thou tak’st 15 Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, As from my death-bed, my last living leave. Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. In winter's tedious nights, sit by the tire
One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; With good old folks ; and let them tell thee tales Thus give i mine, and thus take I thy heart. Of woeful ages long ago betid:
[They kiss. And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, 20 Queen. Give me mine own again ; 'twere no Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
good part, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. To take od me to keep, and kill thy heart. For why, the senseless brands will sympathize
[Kiss again. The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
So, now I have mine own again, be gone, And, in compassion, weep the tire out:
25 That I may strive to kill it with a groan. And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond For the deposing of a rightful king.
delay : Enter Northumberland, uttended.
Once more adieu; the rest let sorrow say. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is
30 You must to Pomfret, not into the Tower.
The Duke of York's Palace.
Enter York, with his Dutchess.
35 Dutch. My lord, you told me, you would tell The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,
the rest, The time shall not be many hours of age
When weeping made you break the story off More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, Of our two cousins coming into London. Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think,
York. Where did I leave? Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, 40 Dutch. At that sad stop, my lord, It is too little, helping him to all; [way Where rudemisgovern'd hands, from window tops, And he shall think, that thou, which know's the Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
York. Then, as I said, the duke, great BolingBeing ne'er so little urg'd, another way
Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, [broke,To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. 45 Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,The love of wicked friends converts to fear: With slow, but stately pace kept on his course, That fear, to hate; and bate turns one, or both, While all tongues cry'd-God save thee, BolingTo worthy danger, and deserved death.
hrobe! North. My guilt beon my head, and there anend. You would have thought the very windows spake, Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith. 50 So many greedy looks of young and old
K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd :-Bad men, ye violate Through casements darted their desiring eyes A two-fold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me; Opon his visage; and that all the walls, And then betwixt me and my married wife.-- With painted imag’ry, had said at once,Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me: Jesu preserve thee! welcome Bolingbroke!
[To the Queen. 55 Whilst be, from one side to the other turning, And yet not so, for with a kiss'twas made.- Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Part us, Norihumberland; I towards the north, Bespake them thus, ---I thank you, countrymen : Where shivering cold and sicknesspinesthe clime: And thus still doing, thus he passed along. My wife to France; from whence, set forth in pomp, Dutch. Alas, poor Ricirard! where rides he the She came adorned hither like sweet May, 1601
while ? Sent back like Hollowmas?, or short'st of day. York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, Queen. And inust we be divided? must we part: Aiter a well grac'd actor ieaves the stage,
Meaning, to requite, or repay them for their mournful stories. ?i. e. 'All-lallows, or all. hallowntide; the first of November, ? i. e. to be never the nigher: or, to inake no advance towards the good desired.
Are idly bent' on him that enters next,
I will appeach the villain. Thinking his prattle to be tedious:
Dutch. What's the matter? Even so, or with inuch more contempt, men's eyes York, Peace, foolish woman.
son! Didscowlon Richard; no mancry'd, God save him: Dutch. I will not peace:---What is the matter, No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: Aum. Good mother, be content; it is no more But dust was thrown upon his sacred head; Than my poor life must answer. Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— Dutch. 'Thy life answer ! His face still combating with tears and smiles,
Enter Sercant, with boots. The badges of his griet and patience,
York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the king. That had not God, for some strong purpose, steella 10 Dutch. Strike him, Aumerle.—Poor boy, thou The heartsofmen, they must perforce,have melted,
art ainaz'd: And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Ilence, villain; never more come in my sight.But heaven hath a hand in these events;
[Speaking to the sertant. To whose high will we bound our calm contents. York. Give me my boots, I say: To Bolingbroke are we sworu subjects now, 15 Dutch. Why, York, what wilt thou do? Whose state and honour I for aye allow.
Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own! Enter Aumerle.
Have we more sons? or are we like to have? Dutch. Here comes my son Aumerle. Is not ny teeming date drunk up with time? York, Aumerle that was ;
And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age,
York. Thou fond mad woinan,
Duch. Welcome, my son: Who are the violets A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,
Aum. Madan, I know not, nor I greatly care not; To kill the king at Oxford. God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. [time,
Dutch. He shall be none; York. Well, bear you well' in this new spring of We'll keep hiin here: Then what is that to him Lest you be cropt before you come to prime. York. Away, fond woman! were he twenty What news from Oxford: Hold those justs and 30 My son, I would appeach him.
Dutch. Had’st thou groan'd for him, Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do. As I have done, thoud'st be more pitiful. York. You will be there, I know.
But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect, Aum. If God prevent me not; I purpose so.
That I have been disloyal to thy bed, York. What seal is that, that hangs without 35 And that he is a bastard, not thy son: thy bosom?
Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: Yea, look’st thou pale? let me see the writing.
He is as like thee as a man inay be, Aum. My lord, 'tis nothing.
Not like to me, or any of my kin, York. No matter then who sees it:
And yet I love him. I will be satisfy'd, let me see the writing. 40 York. Make way, unruly woman. [Erit.(horse; - Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; Dutch. After, Aumerle: mount thee upon his It is a matter of small consequence,
Spur, post; and get before him to the king, Which for some reasons I would not have seen. And beg tiy pardon ere he do accuse thee.
York. Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. I'll not be long behind; though I be old, I fear, I fear,
45 I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: Dutch. What should you fear?
And never will I rise up from the ground, 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into Till Bolingbroke have pardon’d thee: Away. For gay apparel, against the triumph. [bond
(Ereunt. York. Bound to himself? what doth he with a
The Court at Windsor Castle,
[shew it. Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not
Enter Bolingbroke, Percy, and other Lords. York. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. Boling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son!
[Snatches it and reads. | Tis full three months, since I did see him last:Treason ! foul treason !-villain ! traitor! slave! 155 1f any plague hang over us, 'tis he. Dutch. What is the matter, my lord?
I would to heaven, my lords, he might be found: York. Ho! who is within there : saddle my horse. Enquire at London, 'inongst the taverns there, Heaven, for his mercy! what treachery is here! For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, Dutch. Why, what is it, my lord?
With unrestrained loose companions; York. Giveme my boots, I say; saddle my horse: 60 Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth, And beat our watch, and rob our passengers;
'i. e, carelessly turned. From Holinshed we learn, that the dukes of Aumerle, Surry, and Exeter, were by an act of Henry's first parliament deprived of their dukedons, but allowed to retain their arldoms of Rusland, Kent, and Huntingdon. Pie conduct yourself with prudence.
While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy, (Thy overflow of good converts to bado;
And thy abundant goodness shall excuse
[prince; This deadly blot in thy digressing' son.
As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold.
my shamı'd life in his dishonour lies : And wear it as a favour; and with that
l'hou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, He would unhorse the lustiest challenger. [both 10 The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. Boling. As dissolute, as desperate: yet, through
[Dutchess within: I see some sparkles of a better hope,
Dutch. What ho, my liege! for heaven's sake, Which elder days may happily bring forth.
let me in.
[eager cry? But who comes here?
Boling. What shrill-voic'd suppliant makes this Enter Aumerle, amazed.
15 Dutch. A woman, and thine aunt, great king; Aum. Where is the king?
Speak with pity me, open the door;
20 And now chang'd to the Beggar and the King :To have some conference with your grace alone. A\Ly dangerous cousin, let your mother in; Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here Thnow, she's come to pray for your foul sin. alone.
York. If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, What is the matter with our cousin now?
More sins, for this forgiveness, prosper may, Aum. Forever may my knees grow to the eart), 25 This festerd joint cut off, the rest rests sound;
[Kinecls. This, let alone, will all the rest confound.
Dutch.Oking, believe not this hard-hearted man;
30 York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou do To win thy after-love, I pardon thee. [key, Shall thy old dugs once more a trattor rear?
Aum. Then give me leave that I may turn the Dutch. Sweet York, be patient: Hear me,
[Kneels, Boling. Have thy desire. [York within. Boling. Rise up, good aunt.
York. My liege, beware; look to thyself; 35 Dutch. Not yet, I thee beseech:
For ever will I kneel upon my knees,
Till thou givejov; until thou bid me joy,
By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy:
[Kneels. Open the door, or I will break it open.
York. Against them both, my true joints bended The King opens the door, enter York.
York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt His words come fronı his mouth, ours from our
York.'Twas, villain,ere thyhanddið set it down.-- Ourknees shall kneel 'till to the ground they grow:
His prayers are full of false hypocrisy ;
Ours, of true zeal and deep integrity.
Boling.O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy!- Boling. Good aunt, stand up.
Dutch. Nay, do not say-stand up;
Sheer is pellucid, clear. ? That is, “ The overflow of good in thee is turned to bad in thy son.” : To digress is to deviate from what is right and regular. • Alluding to an interlude well known in our author's time,
I never long'd to hear a word 'till now:
And here is not a creature but myself,
And these same thoughts people this little world;
Unlikey wonders; how these vain weak nails Durch, I do not sue to stand,
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls; Biling. I pardon him, as heaven shall pardon me. And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Dutch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! 20 Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves, Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again;
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain,
Nor shall not be the last: Like silly beggars, But makes one pardon strong,
Who, siting in the stocks, refuge their shame,Boling. With all my heart
That many have, and others must sit there: I pardon him.
25 And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Dutch. A god on earth thou art. [the abbot, Bearing their own misfortune on the back
Boling. But for our trusty brother-in-law,—and Of such as have before endur'd the like. With all the rest of that consorted crew,
Thus play I, in one person, many people, Destruction straightshall dog them at the heels.- And sone contented: Sometimes am I king; Good uncle, help to order several powers
30 Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar, To Oxford, or where-e'er these traitors are:
And so I am: then crushing penury They shall not live within this world, I swear,
Persuades me, I was better when a king;
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
[Exeunt. With nothing shall be pleas'd, 'till he be eas'd SCENE IV.
With being nothing.-Music do I hear? [Musie.
Ha, ha! keep time :-How sour sweet music is Enter Erton, and a Sertant. 401When time is broke, and no proportion kept? Exton. Dielst thou not mark the king, what
So is it in the musick of men's lives. words he spake?
And here have I the daintivess of ear, }}uite I no friend will ritme of this living fear?
To hear time broke in a disorder'd string; Was it not so?
But, for the concord of my state and time, la Serr. Those were his very words. [twice, 45 Had not an ear to liear my true time broke. Erton. Huve I no friend quoth he: he spake it
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. And urg'd it twice together; did he not ? For now hath time made me his mumb’ring clock: Serm. lle dich.
My thoughts are minutes; and, with siglis,theyjar, Erton. And speaking it, he wistly look'd on me.
Their watches to mine eyes, the outward watch, As who should say, i woull, thon wert the man 50 Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, That would divorce this terror from my heart; Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go; Now, sir, the sound, that tells what bour it is, I am tlic king's friend, and will riu his foe. [Ere. Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: So sighs, and tears, and groans, SCENE V.
55 Shew minutes, times, and hours :--but my time The Prison at Poinfret Castle.
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, Entır king Richard.
While I stand fooling here, his jack o'the cloch. K. Rich. I have been studying how to compare
This music mads me, let it sound no more; This prison, where I live, unto the world; For, though it hath holp madmen to their wits, And, for because the world is populous, 6011n me, it seems, it will make wise men niad.
1 That is, excuse me. 2 The abbot of Westminster was an ecclesiastic; but the brother-in-law meant was John duke of Escter and earl of Huntingdon (own brother to king Richard II.) and who had married with the lady Elizabeth, sister of Henry of Bolingbroke. * By the word I suppose is meant the Scriptures. To jar probably here means, to make that noise which is called ticking.
l'atch seems to be used in a double sense, for a quantity of time, and for the instrument which measures time. i. e. I strike for him,
Yet, blessing on his heart that gives it me! That staggers thus my person.--Exton, thy fierce
[landIs a strange brooch' in this all-hating world. Hath with the king's blood stain’d the king's own
Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Enter Groom.
5. Whilst iny gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. Groom. IIail, royal prince!
[Dies. K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer;
Erton. As full of valour as of royal blood:
Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.
S CE N E VI.
The Court at Windsor.
Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other
Lords and attendants.
20 Boling. Kind uncleYork, the latest news we hear,
But whether they be ta’en, or slain, we hear not.
North. First to thy sacred state wish I all happi-
[Presenting a paper. Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,
Boling. We thank thee,gentlePercy,for thy pains; Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,
And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
I bear a burden like an ass,
Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to
The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Scely;
Two of the dangerous consorted traitors,
[To the Groom. 40 That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; shall say.
Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
liath yielded up his body to the grave: K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and But here is Carlisle living, to abide Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. 50 Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride.
[Beats the Keep Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom : Keep. Help, help, help!
Chuse out some secret place,some reverend room Enter Exton, and Sertants.
More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; K. Rich. Ilow now? what means death in thi:
So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strife: rude assault?
(ment.(55 For tho' mine enemy thou hast ever been, Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's instru
High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.
Exter Erton, with a coffin.
Exton strikes him dozen. Exton. Great king, within this coffie I present
ii. e. is as strange and uncommon as a brooch, which is now no longer worn. * Mearing, tha grare, gluomy villain, who brings, &c. * Jaunce and jaunt were synoniinous words.