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  • Title: Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Catherine Lisak

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-436-3

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Catherine Lisak
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    Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)

    38The Life and Death of Richard the Second.
    1865Ser. What are they dead?
    Gard. They are,
    And Bullingbrooke hath seiz'd the wastefull King.
    Oh, what pitty is it, that he had not so trim'd
    Aad drest his Land, as we this Garden, at time of yeare,
    1870And wound the Barke, the skin of our Fruit-trees,
    Least being ouer-proud with Sap and Blood,
    With too much riches it confound it selfe?
    Had he done so, to great and growing men,
    They might haue liu'd to beare, and he to taste
    1875Their fruites of dutie. Superfluous branches
    We lop away, that bearing boughes may liue:
    Had he done so, himselfe had borne the Crowne,
    Which waste and idle houres, hath quite thrown downe.
    Ser. What thinke you the King shall be depos'd?
    1880Gar. Deprest he is already, and depos'd
    'Tis doubted he will be. Letters came last night
    To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes,
    That tell blacke tydings.
    Qu: Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking:
    1885Thou old Adams likenesse, set to dresse this Garden:
    How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this vnpleasing (newes
    What Eue? what Serpent hath suggested thee,
    To make a second fall of cursed man?
    Why do'st thou say, King Richard is depos'd,
    1890Dar'st thou, thou little better thing then earth,
    Diuine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how
    Cam'st thou by this ill-tydings? Speake thou wretch.
    Gard. Pardon me Madam. Little ioy haue I
    To breath these newes; yet what I say, is true;
    1895King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
    Of Bullingbrooke, their Fortunes both are weigh'd:
    In your Lords Scale, is nothing but himselfe,
    And some few Vanities, that make him light:
    But in the Ballance of great Bullingbrooke,
    1900Besides himselfe, are all the English Peeres,
    And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe.
    Poste you to London, and you'l finde it so,
    I speake no more, then euery one doth know.
    Qu. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foote,
    1905Doth not thy Embassage belong to me?
    And am I last that knowes it? Oh thou think'st
    To serue me last, that I may longest keepe
    Thy sorrow in my breast. Come Ladies goe,
    To meet at London, Londons King in woe.
    1910What was I borne to this: that my sad looke,
    Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke.
    Gard'ner, for telling me this newes of woe,
    I would the Plants thou graft'st, may neuer grow. Exit.
    G Poore Queen, so that thy State might be no worse,
    1915I would my skill were subiect to thy curse:
    Heere did she drop a teare, heere in this place
    Ile set a Banke of Rew, sowre Herbe of Grace:
    Rue, eu'n for ruth, heere shortly shall be seene,
    In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene. Exit.


    1920Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima.

    Enter as to the Parliament, Bullingbrooke, Aumerle, Nor-
    thumberland, Percie, Fitz-Water, Surrey, Carlile, Abbot
    of Westminster. Herauld, Officers, and Bagot.

    Bullingbrooke. Call forth Bagot.

    1925Now Bagot, freely speake thy minde,
    What thou do'st know of Noble Glousters death:
    Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd
    The bloody Office of his Timelesse end.
    Bag. Then set before my face, the Lord Aumerle.
    1930Bul. Cosin, stand forth, and looke vpon that man.
    Bag. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
    Scornes to vnsay, what it hath once deliuer'd.
    In that dead time, when Glousters death was plotted,
    I heard you say, Is not my arme of length,
    1935That reacheth from the restfull English Court
    As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head.
    Amongst much other talke, that very time,
    I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
    The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes,
    1940Then Bullingbrookes returne to England; adding withall,
    How blest this Land would be, in this your Cosins death.
    Aum. Princes, and Noble Lords:
    What answer shall I make to this base man?
    Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres,
    1945On equall termes to giue him chasticement?
    Either I must, or haue mine honor soyl'd
    With th' Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes.
    There is my Gage, the manuall Seale of death
    That markes thee out for Hell. Thou lyest,
    1950And will maintaine what thou hast said, is false,
    In thy heart blood, though being all too base
    To staine the temper of my Knightly sword.
    Bul. Bagot forbeare, thou shalt not take it vp.
    Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best
    1955In all this presence, that hath mou'd me so.
    Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathize:
    There is my Gage, Aumerle, in Gage to thine:
    By that faire Sunne, that shewes me where thou stand'st,
    I heard thee say (and vauntingly thou spak'st it)
    1960That thou wer't cause of Noble Glousters death.
    If thou deniest it, twenty times thou lyest,
    And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart,
    Where it was forged with my Rapiers point.
    Aum. Thou dar'st not (Coward) liue to see the day.
    1965Fitz. Now by my Soule, I would it were this houre.
    Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this.
    Per. Aumerle, thou lye'st: his Honor is as true
    In this Appeale, as thou art all vniust:
    And that thou art so, there I throw my Gage
    1970To proue it on thee, to th'extreamest point
    Of mortall breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'st.
    Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
    And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele,
    Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe.
    1975Surrey. My Lord Fitz-water:
    I do remember well, the very time
    Aumerle, and you did talke.
    Fitz. My Lord,
    'Tis very true: You were in presence then,
    1980And you can witnesse with me, this is true.
    Surrey. As false, by heauen,
    As Heauen it selfe is true.
    Fitz. Surrey, thou Lyest.
    Surrey. Dishonourable Boy;
    1985That Lye, shall lie so heauy on my Sword,
    That it shall render Vengeance, and Reuenge,
    Till thou the Lye-giuer, and that Lye, doe lye
    In earth as quiet, as thy Fathers Scull.
    In proofe whereof, there is mine Honors pawne,
    1990Engage it to the Triall, if thou dar'st.
    Fitz-
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