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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)

    Scaena Tertia.
    Enter with Drum and Colours, Bullingbrooke,
    Yorke, Northumberland, Attendants.
    Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne
    1585The Welchmen are dispers'd, and Salisbury
    Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed
    With some few priuate friends, vpon this Coast.
    North. The newes is very faire and good, my Lord,
    Richard, not farre from hence, hath hid his head.
    1590York. It would beseeme the Lord Northumberland,
    To say King Richard: alack the heauie day,
    When such a sacred King should hide his head.
    North. Your Grace mistakes: onely to be briefe,
    Left I his Title out.
    1595York. The time hath beene,
    Would you haue beene so briefe with him, he would
    Haue beene so briefe with you, to shorten you,
    For taking so the Head, your whole heads length.
    Bull. Mistake not (Vnckle) farther then you should.
    1600York. Take not (good Cousin) farther then you should.
    Least you mistake the Heauens are ore your head.
    Bull. I know it (Vnckle) and oppose not my selfe
    Against their will. But who comes here?
    Enter Percie.
    1605Welcome Harry: what, will not this Castle yeeld?
    Per. The Castle royally is mann'd, my Lord,
    Against thy entrance.
    Bull. Roy-
    36The life and death of Richard the second.
    Bull. Royally? Why, it containes no King?
    Per. Yes (my good Lord)
    1610It doth containe a King: King Richard lyes
    Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone,
    And with him, the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
    Sir Stephen Scroope, besides a Clergie man
    Of holy reuerence; who, I cannot learne.
    1615North. Oh, belike it is the Bishop of Carlile.
    Bull. Noble Lord,
    Goe to the rude Ribs of that ancient Castle,
    Through Brazen Trumpet send the breath of Parle
    Into his ruin'd Eares, and thus deliuer:
    1620Henry Bullingbrooke vpon his knees doth kisse
    King Richards hand, and sends allegeance
    And true faith of heart to his Royall Person: hither come
    Euen at his feet, to lay my Armes and Power,
    Prouided, that my Banishment repeal'd,
    1625And Lands restor'd againe, be freely graunted:
    If not, Ile vse th' aduantage of my Power,
    And lay the Summers dust with showers of blood,
    Rayn'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen;
    The which, how farre off from the mind of Bullingbrooke
    1630It is, such Crimson Tempest should bedrench
    The fresh grcene Lap of faire King Richards Land,
    My stooping dutie tenderly shall shew.
    Goe signifie as much, while here we march
    Vpon the Grassie Carpet of this Plaine:
    1635Let's march without the noyse of threatning Drum,
    That from this Castles tatter'd Battlements
    Our faire Appointments may be well perus'd.
    Me thinkes King Richard and my selfe should meet
    With no lesse terror then the Elements
    1640Of Fire and Water, when their thundring smoake
    At meeting teares the cloudie Cheekes of Heauen:
    Be he the fire, Ile be the yeelding Water;
    The Rage be his, while on the Earth I raine
    My Waters on the Earth, and not on him.
    1645March on, and marke King Richard how he lookes.
    Parle without, and answere within: then a Flourish.
    Enter on the Walls, Richard, Carlile, Aumerle, Scroop,
    Salisbury.
    See, see, King Richard doth himselfe appeare
    1650As doth the blushing discontented Sunne,
    From out the fierie Portall of the East,
    When he perceiues the enuious Clouds are bent
    To dimme his glory, and to staine the tract
    Of his bright passage to the Occident.
    1655York. Yet lookes he like a King: behold his Eye
    (As bright as is the Eagles) lightens forth
    Controlling Maiestie: alack, alack, for woe,
    That any harme should staine so faire a shew.
    Rich. Wee are amaz'd, and thus long haue we stood
    1660To watch the fearefull bending of thy knee,
    Because we thought our selfe thy lawfull King:
    And if we be, how dare thy ioynts forget
    To pay their awfull dutie to our presence?
    If we be not, shew vs the Hand of God,
    1665That hath dismiss'd vs from our Stewardship,
    For well wee know, no Hand of Blood and Bone
    Can gripe the sacred Handle of our Scepter,
    Vnlesse he doe prophane, steale, or vsurpe.
    And though you thinke, that all, as you haue done,
    1670Haue torne their Soules, by turning them from vs,
    And we are barren, and bereft of Friends:
    Yet know, my Master, God Omnipotent,
    Is mustring in his Clouds, on our behalfe,
    Armies of Pestilence, and they shall strike
    1675Your Children yet vnborne, and vnbegot,
    That lift your Vassall Hands against my Head,
    And threat the Glory of my precious Crowne.
    Tell Bullingbrooke, for yond me thinkes he is,
    That euery stride he makes vpon my Land,
    1680Is dangerous Treason: He is come to ope
    The purple Testament of bleeding Warre;
    But ere the Crowne he lookes for, liue in peace,
    Ten thousand bloody crownes of Mothers Sonnes
    Shall ill become the flower of Englands face,
    1685Change the complexion of her Maid-pale Peace
    To Scarlet Indignation, and bedew
    Her Pastors Grasse with faithfull English Blood.
    North. The King of Heauen forbid our Lord the King
    Should so with ciuill and vnciuill Armes
    1690Be rush'd vpon: Thy thrice-noble Cousin,
    Harry Bullingbrooke, doth humbly kisse thy hand,
    And by the Honorable Tombe he sweares,
    That stands vpon your Royall Grandsires Bones,
    And by the Royalties of both your Bloods,
    1695(Currents that spring from one most gracious Head)
    And by the buried Hand of Warlike Gaunt,
    And by the Worth and Honor of himselfe,
    Comprising all that may be sworne, or said,
    His comming hither hath no further scope,
    1700Then for his Lineall Royalties, and to begge
    Infranchisement immediate on his knees:
    Which on thy Royall partie graunted once,
    His glittering Armes he will commend to'Rust,
    His barbed Steedes to Stables, and his heart
    1705To faithfull seruice of your Maiestie:
    This sweares he, as he is a Prince, is iust,
    And as I am a Gentleman, I credit him.
    Rich. Northumberland, say thus: The King returnes,
    His Noble Cousin is right welcome hither,
    1710And all the number of his faire demands
    Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction:
    With all the gracious vtterance thou hast,
    Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends.
    We doe debase our selfe (Cousin) doe we not,
    1715To looke so poorely, and to speake so faire?
    Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
    Defiance to the Traytor, and so die?
    Aum. No, good my Lord, let's fight with gentle words,
    Till time lend friends, and friends their helpeful Swords.
    1720Rich. Oh God, oh God, that ere this tongue of mine,
    That layd the Sentence of dread Banishment
    On yond prowd man, should take it off againe
    With words of sooth: Oh that I were as great
    As is my Griefe, or lesser then my Name,
    1725Or that I could forget what I haue beene,
    Or not remember what I must be now:
    Swell'st thou prowd heart? Ile giue thee scope to beat,
    Since Foes haue scope to beat both thee and me.
    Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bulling-
    1730brooke.
    Rich. What must the King doe now? must he submit?
    The King shall doe it: Must he be depos'd?
    The King shall be contented: Must he loose
    The Name of King? o' Gods Name let it goe.
    1735Ile giue my Iewels for a sett of Beades,
    My gorgeous Pallace, for a Hermitage,
    My gay Apparrell, for an Almes-mans Gowne,
    My figur'd Goblets, for a Dish of Wood,
    My Scepter, for a Palmers walking Staffe,
    My
    The life and death of Richard the Second. 37
    1740My Subiects, for a payre of carued Saints,
    And my large Kingdome, for a little Graue,
    A little little Graue, an obscure Graue.
    Or Ile be buryed in the Kings high-way,
    Some way of common Trade, where Subiects feet
    1745May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head:
    For on my heart they tread now, whilest I liue;
    And buryed once, why not vpon my Head?
    Aumerle, thou weep'st (my tender-hearted Cousin)
    Wee'le make foule Weather with despised Teares:
    1750Our sighes, and they, shall lodge the Summer Corne,
    And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land.
    Or shall we play the Wantons with our Woes,
    And make some prettie Match, with shedding Teares?
    As thus: to drop them still vpon one place,
    1755Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues,
    Within the Earth: and therein lay'd, there lyes
    Two Kinsmen, digg'd their Graues with weeping Eyes?
    Would not this ill, doe well? Well, well, I see
    I talke but idly, and you mock at mee.
    1760Most mightie Prince, my Lord Northumberland,
    What sayes King Bullingbrooke? Will his Maiestie
    Giue Richard leaue to liue, till Richard die?
    You make a Legge, and Bullingbrooke sayes I.
    North. My Lord, in the base Court he doth attend
    1765To speake with you, may it please you to come downe.
    Rich. Downe, downe I come, like glist'ring Phaeton,
    Wanting the manage of vnruly Iades.
    In the base Court? base Court, where Kings grow base,
    To come at Traytors Calls, and doe them Grace.
    1770In the base Court come down: down Court, down King,
    For night-Owls shrike, where moũting Larks should sing.
    Bull. What sayes his Maiestie?
    North. Sorrow, and griefe of heart
    Makes him speake fondly, like a frantick man:
    1775Yet he is come.
    Bull. Stand all apart,
    And shew faire dutie to his Maiestie.
    My gracious Lord.
    Rich. Faire Cousin,
    1780You debase your Princely Knee,
    To make the base Earth prowd with kissing it.
    Me rather had, my Heart might feele your Loue,
    Then my vnpleas'd Eye see your Courtesie.
    Vp Cousin, vp, your Heart is vp, I know,
    1785Thus high at least, although your Knee be low.
    Bull. My gracious Lord, I come but for mine
    owne.
    Rich. Your owne is yours, and I am yours, and
    all.
    1790Bull. So farre be mine, my most redoubted Lord,
    As my true seruice shall deserue your loue.
    Rich. Well you deseru'd:
    They well deserue to haue,
    That know the strong'st, and surest way to get.
    1795Vnckle giue me your Hand: nay, drie your Eyes,
    Teares shew their Loue, but want their Remedies.
    Cousin, I am too young to be your Father,
    Though you are old enough to be my Heire.
    What you will haue, Ile giue, and willing to,
    1800For doe we must, what force will haue vs doe.
    Set on towards London:
    Cousin, is it so?
    Bull. Yea, my good Lord.
    Rich. Then I must not say, no.
    1805 Flourish. Exeunt.
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