Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scæna Tertia.
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Enter with Drum and Colours, Bullingbrooke,
¶Yorke, Northumberland, Attendants.
¶Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne
1585The Welchmen are dispers'd, and Salisbury
¶Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed
¶North. The newes is very faire and good, my Lord,
¶Richard, not farre from hence, hath hid his head.
¶To say King Richard: alack the heauie day,
¶Left I his Title out.
1595York. The time hath beene,
¶Would you haue beene so briefe with him, he would
¶For taking so the Head, your whole heads length.
¶Against their will. But who comes here?
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Enter Percie.
¶Against thy entrance.
¶Per. Yes (my good Lord)
1610It doth containe a King: King Richard lyes
¶Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone,
¶And with him, the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
¶Sir Stephen Scroope, besides a Clergie man
¶Of holy reuerence; who, I cannot learne.
¶Bull. Noble Lord,
¶Goe to the rude Ribs of that ancient Castle,
¶Through Brazen Trumpet send the breath of Parle
¶Into his ruin'd Eares, and thus deliuer:
¶King Richards hand, and sends allegeance
¶And true faith of heart to his Royall Person: hither come
¶Euen at his feet, to lay my Armes and Power,
¶Prouided, that my Banishment repeal'd,
1625And Lands restor'd againe, be freely graunted:
¶The which, how farre off from the mind of Bullingbrooke
¶The fresh grcene Lap of faire King Richards Land,
¶Goe signifie as much, while here we march
1635Let's march without the noyse of threatning Drum,
¶That from this Castles tatter'd Battlements
¶Our faire Appointments may be well perus'd.
1640Of Fire and Water, when their thundring smoake
¶At meeting teares the cloudie Cheekes of Heauen:
¶Be he the fire, Ile be the yeelding Water;
¶The Rage be his, while on the Earth I raine
¶My Waters on the Earth, and not on him.
1645March on, and marke King Richard how he lookes.
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_Parle without, and answere within: then a Flourish.
¶From out the fierie Portall of the East,
¶When he perceiues the enuious Clouds are bent
¶To dimme his glory, and to staine the tract
1655York. Yet lookes he like a King: behold his Eye
¶(As bright as is the Eagles) lightens forth
¶Controlling Maiestie: alack, alack, for woe,
1660To watch the fearefull bending of thy knee,
¶And if we be, how dare thy ioynts forget
¶To pay their awfull dutie to our presence?
¶If we be not, shew vs the Hand of God,
¶For well wee know, no Hand of Blood and Bone
¶Can gripe the sacred Handle of our Scepter,
¶And though you thinke, that all, as you haue done,
1670Haue torne their Soules, by turning them from vs,
¶And we are barren, and bereft of Friends:
¶Yet know, my Master, God Omnipotent,
¶Is mustring in his Clouds, on our behalfe,
1675Your Children yet vnborne, and vnbegot,
¶And threat the Glory of my precious Crowne.
¶Tell Bullingbrooke, for yond me thinkes he is,
¶That euery stride he makes vpon my Land,
1680Is dangerous Treason: He is come to ope
¶The purple Testament of bleeding Warre;
¶But ere the Crowne he lookes for, liue in peace,
¶Ten thousand bloody crownes of Mothers Sonnes
¶Shall ill become the flower of Englands face,
1685Change the complexion of her Maid-pale Peace
¶To Scarlet Indignation, and bedew
¶North. The King of Heauen forbid our Lord the King
¶Should so with ciuill and vnciuill Armes
¶And by the Honorable Tombe he sweares,
¶And by the Royalties of both your Bloods,
¶And by the buried Hand of Warlike Gaunt,
¶And by the Worth and Honor of himselfe,
¶His comming hither hath no further scope,
1700Then for his Lineall Royalties, and to begge
¶Infranchisement immediate on his knees:
¶Which on thy Royall partie graunted once,
¶His glittering Armes he will commend to'Rust,
¶His barbed Steedes to Stables, and his heart
¶And as I am a Gentleman, I credit him.
¶His Noble Cousin is right welcome hither,
1710And all the number of his faire demands
¶Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction:
¶With all the gracious vtterance thou hast,
¶Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends.
¶Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
¶Defiance to the Traytor, and so die?
¶Aum. No, good my Lord, let's fight with gentle words,
¶Till time lend friends, and friends their helpeful Swords.
1720Rich. Oh God, oh God, that ere this tongue of mine,
¶That layd the Sentence of dread Banishment
¶On yond prowd man, should take it off againe
¶With words of sooth: Oh that I were as great
1725Or that I could forget what I haue beene,
¶Or not remember what I must be now:
¶Since Foes haue scope to beat both thee and me.
¶Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bulling-
1730brooke.
¶The Name of King? o' Gods Name let it goe.
1735Ile giue my Iewels for a sett of Beades,
¶My gorgeous Pallace, for a Hermitage,
¶My gay Apparrell, for an Almes-mans Gowne,
¶My figur'd Goblets, for a Dish of Wood,
¶My Scepter, for a Palmers walking Staffe,
1740My Subiects, for a payre of carued Saints,
¶And my large Kingdome, for a little Graue,
¶A little little Graue, an obscure Graue.
¶Or Ile be buryed in the Kings high-way,
¶Some way of common Trade, where Subiects feet
1745May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head:
¶For on my heart they tread now, whilest I liue;
¶And buryed once, why not vpon my Head?
¶And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land.
¶Or shall we play the Wantons with our Woes,
¶As thus: to drop them still vpon one place,
1755Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues,
¶Within the Earth: and therein lay'd, there lyes
¶Two Kinsmen, digg'd their Graues with weeping Eyes?
¶Would not this ill, doe well? Well, well, I see
¶I talke but idly, and you mock at mee.
1760Most mightie Prince, my Lord Northumberland,
¶Giue Richard leaue to liue, till Richard die?
¶You make a Legge, and Bullingbrooke sayes I.
¶Wanting the manage of vnruly Iades.
¶To come at Traytors Calls, and doe them Grace.
1770In the base Court come down: down Court, down King,
¶North. Sorrow, and griefe of heart
¶Makes him speake fondly, like a frantick man:
1775Yet he is come.
¶Bull. Stand all apart,
¶My gracious Lord.
1780You debase your Princely Knee,
¶Me rather had, my Heart might feele your Loue,
¶Vp Cousin, vp, your Heart is vp, I know,
1785Thus high at least, although your Knee be low.
¶Bull. My gracious Lord, I come but for mine
¶owne.
¶Rich. Your owne is yours, and I am yours, and
¶all.
¶They well deserue to haue,
1795Vnckle giue me your Hand: nay, drie your Eyes,
¶Teares shew their Loue, but want their Remedies.
¶Cousin, I am too young to be your Father,
¶Though you are old enough to be my Heire.
¶What you will haue, Ile giue, and willing to,
1800For doe we must, what force will haue vs doe.
¶Set on towards London:
¶Bull. Yea, my good Lord.
