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Richard II (Quarto 1, 1597)

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Catherine Lisak
Peer Reviewed
King Richard the second.
Peace shall go sleepe with turkes and infidels,
2060And in this seate of peace, tumultuous warres,
Shall kin with kin, and kinde with kind confound:
Disorder, horror, feare, and mutiny,
Shall heere inhabit, and this land be cald,
The field of Golgotha and dead mens sculs.
2065Oh if yon raise this house against this house,
It will the wofullest diuision proue,
That euer fell vpon this cursed earth:
Preuent it, resist it, let it not be so,
Lest child, childs children, crie against you wo.
2070North. Well haue you argued sir, and for your paines,
Of Capitall treason, we arrest you heere:
My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge,
To keepe him safely till his day of triall.
Bull. Let it be so, and loe on wednesday next,
We solemnly proclaime our Coronation,
2245Lords be ready all.
Exeunt.
2245.1
Manent West. Caleil, Aumerle.
Abbot. A wofull Pageant haue we heere beheld.
Car. The woe's to come, the children yet vnborne,
Shall feele this day as sharpto them as thorne.
Aum. You holy Clergy men, is there no plot,
2250To ridde the realme of this pernitious blot?
Abbot. My Lo. before I freely speake my mind heerein,
You shall not onely take the Sacrament,
To burie mine intents, but also to effect,
What euer I shall happen to deuise:
2255I see your browes are full of discontent,
Your harts of sorrow, and your eies of teares:
Come home with me to supper, Ile lay a plot,
Shall shew vs all a merrie daie.
Exeunt.
2260
Enter the Queene with her attendants.
Quee. This way the King will come, this is the way,
To Iulius Cæsars ill erected Tower,
To wohse flint bosome, my condemned Lord,
Is doomde a prisoner by proud Bullingbrooke.
H 2
Heere