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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)

    Scena Tertia.
    Enter Marshall, and Aumerle.
    Mar. My L. Aumerle, is Harry Herford arm'd.
    295Aum. Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in.
    Mar. The Duke of Norfolke, sprightfully and bold,
    Stayes but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet.
    Au. Why then the Champions, are prepar'd, and stay
    For nothing but his Maiesties approach. Flourish.
    300Enter King, Gaunt, Bushy, Bagot, Greene, &
    others: Then Mowbray in Ar-
    mor, and Harrold.
    Rich. Marshall, demand of yonder Champion
    The cause of his arriuall heere in Armes,
    305Aske him his name, and orderly proceed
    To sweare him in the iustice of his cause.
    Mar. In Gods name, and the Kings, say who yu art,
    And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes?
    Against what man thou com'st, and what's thy quarrell,
    310Speake truly on thy knighthood, and thine oath,
    As so defend thee heauen, and thy valour.
    Mow. My name is Tho. Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
    Who hither comes engaged by my oath
    (Which heauen defend a knight should violate)
    315Both to defend my loyalty and truth,
    To God, my King, and his succeeding issue,
    Against the Duke of Herford, that appeales me:
    And by the grace of God, and this mine arme,
    To proue him (in defending of my selfe)
    320A Traitor to my God, my King, and me,
    And as I truly fight, defend me heauen.
    Tucket. Enter Hereford, and Harold.
    Rich. Marshall: Aske yonder Knight in Armes,
    Both who he is, and why he commeth hither,
    325Thus placed in habiliments of warre:
    And formerly according to our Law
    Depose him in the iustice of his cause.
    Mar. What is thy name? and wherfore comst yu hither
    Before King Richard in his Royall Lists?
    330Against whom com'st thou? and what's thy quarrell?
    Speake like a true Knight, so defend thee heauen.
    Bul. Harry of Herford, Lancaster, and Derbie,
    Am I: who ready heere do stand in Armes,
    To proue by heauens grace, and my bodies valour,
    335In Lists, on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke,
    That he's a Traitor foule, and dangerous,
    To God of heauen, King Richard, and to me,
    And as I truly fight, defend me heauen.
    Mar. On paine of death, no person be so bold,
    340Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes,
    Except the Marshall, and such Officers
    Appointed to direct these faire designes.
    Bul. Lord Marshall, let me kisse my Soueraigns hand,
    And bow my knee before his Maiestie:
    345For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men,
    That vow a long and weary pilgrimage,
    c Then
    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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    Nor euer write, regreete, or reconcile
    480This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate,
    Nor euer by aduised purpose meete,
    To plot, contriue, or complot any ill,
    'Gainst Vs, our State, our Subiects, or our Land.
    Bull. I sweare.
    485Mow. And I, to keepe all this.
    Bul. Norfolke, so fare, as to mine enemie,
    By this time (had the King permitted vs)
    One of our soules had wandred in the ayre,
    Banish'd this fraile sepulchre of our flesh,
    490As now our flesh is banish'd from this Land.
    Confesse thy Treasons, ere thou flye this Realme,
    Since thou hast farre to go, beare not along
    The clogging burthen of a guilty soule.
    Mow. No Bullingbroke: If euer I were Traitor,
    495My name be blotted from the booke of Life,
    And I from heauen banish'd, as from hence:
    But what thou art, heauen, thou, and I do know,
    And all too soone (I feare) the King shall rue.
    Farewell (my Liege) now no way can I stray,
    500Saue backe to England, all the worlds my way. Exit.
    Rich. Vncle, euen in the glasses of thine eyes
    I see thy greeued heart: thy sad aspect,
    Hath from the number of his banish'd yeares
    Pluck'd foure away: Six frozen Winters spent,
    505Returne with welcome home, from banishment.
    Bul. How long a time lyes in one little word:
    Foure lagging Winters, and foure wanton springs
    End in a word, such is the breath of Kings.
    Gaunt. I thanke my Liege, that in regard of me
    510He shortens foure yeares of my sonnes exile:
    But little vantage shall I reape thereby.
    For ere the sixe yeares that he hath to spend
    Can change their Moones, and bring their times about,
    My oyle-dride Lampe, and time-bewasted light
    515Shall be extinct with age, and endlesse night:
    My inch of Taper, will be burnt, and done,
    And blindfold death, not let me see my sonne.
    Rich. Why Vncle, thou hast many yeeres to Iiue.
    Gaunt. But not a minute (King) that thou canst giue;
    520Shorten my dayes thou canst with sudden sorow,
    And plucke nights from me, but not lend a morrow:
    Thou canst helpe time to furrow me with age,
    But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage:
    Thy word is currant with him, for my death,
    525But dead, thy kingdome cannot buy my breath.
    Ric. Thy sonne is banish'd vpon good aduice,
    Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gaue,
    Why at our Iustice seem'st thou then to lowre?
    Gau. Things sweet to tast, proue in digestion sowre:
    530You vrg'd me as a Iudge, but I had rather
    You would haue bid me argue like a Father.
    Alas, I look'd when some of you should say,
    I was too strict to make mine owne away:
    But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tong,
    535Against my will, to do my selfe this wrong.
    Rich, Cosine farewell: and Vncle bid him so:
    Six yeares we banish him, and he shall go. Exit.
    Flourish.
    Au. Cosine farewell: what presence must not know
    540From where you do remaine, let paper show.
    Mar. My Lord, no leaue take I, for I will ride
    As farre as land will let me, by your side.
    Gaunt. Oh to what purpose dost thou hord thy words,
    That thou teturnst no greeting to thy friends?
    545Bnll. I haue too few to take my leaue of you,
    When the tongues office should be prodigall,
    To breath th' abundant dolour of the heart.
    Gau. Thy greefe is but thy absence for a time.
    Bull. Ioy absent, greefe is present for that time.
    550Gau. What is sixe Winters, they are quickely gone?
    Bul. To men in ioy, but greefe makes one houre ten.
    Gau. Call it a trauell that thou tak'st for pleasure.
    Bul. My heart will sigh, when I miscall it so,
    Which findes it an inforced Pilgrimage.
    555Gau. The sullen passage of thy weary steppes
    Esteeme a soyle, wherein thou art to set
    The precious Iewell of thy home returne.
    Bul. Oh who can hold a fire in his hand
    By thinking on the frostie Caucasus?
    560Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
    by bare imagination of a Feast?
    Or Wallow naked in December snow
    by thinking on fantasticke summers heate?
    Oh no, the apprehension of the good
    565Giues but the greater feeling to the worse:
    Fell sorrowes tooth, doth euer ranckle more
    Then when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.
    Gau. Come, come (my son) Ile bring thee on thy way
    Had I thy youth, and cause, I would not stay.
    570Bul. Then Englands ground farewell: sweet soil adieu,
    My Mother, and my Nurse, which beares me yet:
    Where ere I wander, boast of this I can,
    Though banish'd, yet a true-borne Englishman.