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Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)
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The life and death of Richard the second. 35
1482That they haue let the dangerous Enemie
1485I warrant they haue made peace with Bullingbrooke.
1486Scroope. Peace haue they made with him indeede (my
1487Lord.)
1488Rich. Oh Villains, Vipers, damn'd without redemption,
1489Dogges, easily woon to fawne on any man,
1490Snakes in my heart blood warm'd, that sting my heart,
1492Would they make peace? terrible Hell make warre
1496Againe vncurse their Soules; their peace is made
1499And lye full low, grau'd in the hollow ground.
1501dead?
1503Aum. Where is the Duke my Father with his Power?
1505Let's talke of Graues, of Wormes, and Epitaphs,
1506Make Dust our Paper, and with Raynie eyes
1507Write Sorrow on the Bosome of the Earth.
1508Let's chuse Executors, and talke of Wills:
1509And yet not so; for what can we bequeath,
1510Saue our deposed bodies to the ground?
1511Our Lands, our Liues, and all are Bullingbrookes,
1512And nothing can we call our owne, but Death,
1513And that small Modell of the barren Earth,
1518Some haunted by the Ghosts they haue depos'd,
1520All murther'd. For within the hollow Crowne
1521That rounds the mortall Temples of a King,
1522Keepes Death his Court, and there the Antique sits
1523Scoffing his State, and grinning at his Pompe,
1524Allowing him a breath, a little Scene,
1525To Monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with lookes,
1527As if this Flesh, which walls about our Life,
1528Were Brasse impregnable: and humor'd thus,
1529Comes at the last, and with a little Pinne
1530Bores through his Castle Walls, and farwell King.
1533Tradition, Forme, and Ceremonious dutie,
1535I liue with Bread like you, feele Want,
1537How can you say to me, I am a King?
1539But presently preuent the wayes to waile:
1544Where fearing, dying, payes death seruile breath.
1545Aum. My Father hath a Power, enquire of him,
1546And learne to make a Body of a Limbe.
1548To change Blowes with thee, for our day of Doome:
1549This ague fit of feare is ouer-blowne,
1551Say Scroope, where lyes our Vnckle with his Power?
1553Scroope. Men iudge by the complexion of the Skie
1554The state and inclination of the day;
1555So may you by my dull and heauie Eye:
1556My Tongue hath but a heauier Tale to say:
1559Your Vnckle Yorke is ioyn'd with Bullingbrooke,
1560And all your Northerne Castles yeelded vp,
1561And all your Southerne Gentlemen in Armes
1562Vpon his Faction.
1567By Heauen Ile hate him euerlastingly,
1568That bids me be of comfort any more.
1569Goe to Flint Castle, there Ile pine away,
1571That Power I haue, discharge, and let 'em goe
1572To eare the Land, that hath some hope to grow,
1573For I haue none. Let no man speake againe
1574To alter this, for counsaile is but vaine.
1575Aum. My Liege, one word.
1576Rich. He does me double wrong,
1577That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
1578Discharge my followers: let them hence away,
1579From Richards Night, to Bullingbrookes faire Day.
1580 Exeunt.
1581Scaena Tertia.
1582Enter with Drum and Colours, Bullingbrooke,
1583Yorke, Northumberland, Attendants.
1584Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne
1586Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed
1588North. The newes is very faire and good, my Lord,
1589Richard, not farre from hence, hath hid his head.
1591To say King Richard: alack the heauie day,
1594Left I his Title out.
1595York. The time hath beene,
1596Would you haue beene so briefe with him, he would
1598For taking so the Head, your whole heads length.
1603Against their will. But who comes here?
1604Enter Percie.
1607Against thy entrance.
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