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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)

    26The life and death of Richard the second.
    Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue
    And louing farwell of our seuerall friends.
    Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes,
    350And craues to kisse your hand, and take his leaue.
    Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our armes.
    Cosin of Herford, as thy cause is iust,
    So be thy fortune in this Royall fight:
    Farewell, my blood, which if to day thou shead,
    355Lament we may, but not reuenge thee dead.
    Bull. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare
    For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbrayes speare:
    As confident, as is the Falcons flight
    Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
    360My louing Lord, I take my leaue of you,
    Of you (my Noble Cosin) Lord Aumerle;
    Not sicke, although I haue to do with death,
    But lustie, yong, and cheerely drawing breath.
    Loe, as at English Feasts, so I regreete
    365The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
    Oh thou the earthy author of my blood,
    Whose youthfull spirit in me regenerate,
    Doth with a two-fold rigor lift mee vp
    To reach at victory aboue my head,
    370Adde proofe vnto mine Armour with thy prayres,
    And with thy blessings steele my Lances point,
    That it may enter Mowbrayes waxen Coate,
    And furnish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt,
    Euen in the lusty hauiour of his sonne.
    375Gaunt. Heauen in thy good cause make thee prosp'rous
    Be swift like lightning in the execution,
    And let thy blowes doubly redoubled,
    Fall like amazing thunder on the Caske
    Of thy amaz'd pernicious enemy.
    380Rouze vp thy youthfull blood, be valiant, and liue.
    Bul. Mine innocence, and S. George to thriue.
    Mow. How euer heauen or fortune cast my lot,
    There liues, or dies, true to Kings Richards Throne,
    A loyall, iust, and vpright Gentleman:
    385Neuer did Captiue with a freer heart,
    Cast off his chaines of bondage, and embrace
    His golden vncontroul'd enfranchisement,
    More then my dancing soule doth celebrate
    This Feast of Battell, with mine Aduersarie
    390Most mighty Liege, and my companion Peeres,
    Take from my mouth, the wish of happy yeares,
    As gentle, and as iocond, as to iest,
    Go I to fight: Truth, hath a quiet brest.
    Rich. Farewell, my Lord, securely I espy
    395Vertue with Valour, couched in thine eye:
    Order the triall Marshall, and begin.
    Mar. Harrie of Herford, Lancaster, and Derby,
    Receiue thy Launce, and heauen defend thy right.
    Bul. Strong as a towre in hope, I cry Amen.
    400Mar. Go beare this Lance to Thomas D. of Norfolke.
    1. Har. Harry of Herford, Lancaster, and Derbie,
    Stands heere for God, his Soueraigne, and himselfe,
    On paine to be found false, and recreant,
    To proue the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Mowbray,
    405A Traitor to his God, his King, and him,
    And dares him to set forwards to the fight.
    2. Har. Here standeth Tho: Mowbray Duke of Norfolk
    On paine to be found false and recreant,
    Both to defend himselfe, and to approue
    410Henry of Herford, Lancaster, and Derby,
    To God, his Soueraigne, and to him disloyall:
    Couragiously, and with a free desire

    Attending but the signall to begin. A charge sounded
    Mar. Sound Trumpets, and set forward Combatants:
    415Stay, the King hath throwne his Warder downe.
    Rich. Let them lay by their Helmets & their Speares,
    And both returne backe to their Chaires againe:
    Withdraw with vs, and let the Trumpets sound,
    While we returne these Dukes what we decree.
    420A long Flourish.
    Draw neere and list
    What with our Councell we haue done.
    For that our kingdomes earth should not be soyld
    With that deere blood which it hath fostered,
    425And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
    Of ciuill wounds plowgh'd vp with neighbors swords,
    Which so rouz'd vp with boystrous vntun'd drummes,
    With harsh resounding Trumpets dreadfull bray,
    And grating shocke of wrathfull yron Armes,
    430Might from our quiet Confines fright faire peace,
    And make vs wade euen in our kindreds blood:
    Therefore, we banish you our Territories.
    You Cosin Herford, vpon paine of death,
    Till twice fiue Summers haue enrich'd our fields,
    435Shall not regreet our faire dominions,
    But treade the stranger pathes of banishment.
    Bul. Your will be done: This must my comfort be,
    That Sun that warmes you heere, shall shine on me:
    And those his golden beames to you heere lent,
    440Shall point on me, and gild my banishment.
    Rich. Norfolke: for thee remaines a heauier dombe,
    Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce,
    The slye slow houres shall not determinate
    The datelesse limit of thy deere exile:
    445The hopelesse word, of Neuer to returne,
    Breath I against thee, vpon paine of life.
    Mow. A heauy sentence, my most Soueraigne Liege,
    And all vnlook'd for from your Highnesse mouth:
    A deerer merit, not so deepe a maime,
    450As to be cast forth in the common ayre
    Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands.
    The Language I haue learn'd these forty yeares
    (My natiue English) now I must forgo,
    And now my tongues vse is to me no more,
    455Then an vnstringed Vyall, or a Harpe,
    Or like a cunning Instrument cas'd vp,
    Or being open, put into his hands
    That knowes no touch to tune the harmony.
    Within my mouth you haue engaol'd my tongue,
    460Doubly percullist with my teeth and lippes,
    And dull, vnfeeling, barren ignorance,
    Is made my Gaoler to attend on me:
    I am too old to fawne vpon a Nurse,
    Too farre in yeeres to be a pupill now:
    465What is thy sentence then, but speechlesse death,
    Which robs my tongue from breathing natiue breath?
    Rich, It boots thee not to be compassionate,
    After our sentence, plaining comes too late.
    Mow. Then thus I turne me from my countries light
    470To dwell in solemne shades of endlesse night.
    Ric. Returne againe, and take an oath with thee,
    Lay on our Royall sword, your banisht hands;
    Sweare by the duty that you owe to heauen
    (Our part therein we banish with your selues)
    475To keepe the Oath that we administer:
    You ueuer shall (so helpe you Truth, and Heauen)
    Embrace each others loue in banishment,
    Nor euer looke vpon each others face,
    Nor
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