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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)

    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-
    The Life and Death of Richard the Second. 39
    Fitzw. How fondly do'st thou spurre a forward Horse?
    If I dare eate, or drinke, or breathe, or liue,
    I dare meete Surrey in a Wildernesse,
    And spit vpon him, whilest I say he Lyes,
    1995And Lyes, and Lyes: there is my Bond of Faith,
    To tye thee to my strong Correction.
    As I intend to thriue in this new World,
    Aumerle is guiltie of my true Appeale.
    Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolke say,
    2000That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men,
    To execute the Noble Duke at Callis.
    Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage,
    That Norfolke lyes: here doe I throw downe this,
    If he may be repeal'd, to trie his Honor.
    2005Bull. These differences shall all rest vnder Gage,
    Till Norfolke be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be;
    And (though mine Enemie) restor'd againe
    To all his Lands and Seignories: when hee's return'd,
    Against Aumerle we will enforce his Tryall.
    2010Carl. That honorable day shall ne're be seene.
    Many a time hath banish'd Norfolke fought
    For Iesu Christ, in glorious Christian field
    Streaming the Ensigne of the Christian Crosse,
    Against black Pagans, Turkes, and Saracens:
    2015And toyl'd with workes of Warre, retyr'd himselfe
    To Italy, and there at Venice gaue
    His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth,
    And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ,
    Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long.
    2020Bull. Why Bishop, is Norfolke dead?
    Carl. As sure as I liue, my Lord.
    Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule
    To the Bosome of good old Abraham.
    Lords Appealants, your differẽces shal all rest vnder gage,
    2025Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall.
    Enter Yorke.
    Yorke. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
    From plume-pluckt Richard, who with willing Soule
    Adopts thee Heire, and his high Scepter yeelds
    2030To the possession of thy Royall Hand.
    Ascend his Throne, descending now from him,
    And long liue Henry, of that Name the Fourth.
    Bull. In Gods Name, Ile ascend the Regall Throne.
    Carl. Mary, Heauen forbid.
    2035Worst in this Royall Presence may I speake,
    Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth.
    Would God, that any in this Noble Presence
    Were enough Noble, to be vpright Iudge
    Of Noble Richard: then true Noblenesse would
    2040Learne him forbearance from so foule a Wrong.
    What Subiect can giue Sentence on his King?
    And who sits here, that is not Richards Subiect?
    Theeues are not iudg'd, but they are by to heare,
    Although apparant guilt be seene in them:
    2045And shall the figure of Gods Maiestie,
    His Captaine, Steward, Deputie elect,
    Anoynted, Crown'd, planted many yeeres,
    Be iudg'd by subiect, and inferior breathe,
    And he himselfe not present? Oh, forbid it, God,
    2050That in a Christian Climate, Soules refin'de
    Should shew so heynous, black, obscene a deed.
    I speake to Subiects, and a Subiect speakes,
    Stirr'd vp by Heauen, thus boldly for his King.
    My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call King,
    2055Is a foule Traytor to prowd Herefords King.
    And if you Crowne him, let me prophecie,
    The blood of English shall manure the ground,
    And future Ages groane for his foule Act.
    Peace shall goe sleepe with Turkes and Infidels,
    2060And in this Seat of Peace, tumultuous Warres
    Shall Kinne with Kinne, and Kinde with Kinde confound.
    Disorder, Horror, Feare, and Mutinie
    Shall here inhabite, and this Land be call'd
    The field of Golgotha, and dead mens Sculls.
    2065Oh, if you reare this House, against this House
    It will the wofullest Diuision proue,
    That euer fell vpon this cursed Earth.
    Preuent it, resist it, and let it not be so,
    Least Child, Childs Children cry against you, Woe.
    2070North. Well haue you argu'd Sir: and for your paines,
    Of Capitall Treason we arrest you here.
    My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge,
    To keepe him safely, till his day of Tryall.
    May it please you, Lords, to grant the Commons Suit?
    2075Bull. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
    He may surrender: so we shall proceede
    Without suspition.
    Yorke. I will be his Conduct. Exit.
    Bull. Lords, you that here are vnder our Arrest,
    2080Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Answer:
    Little are we beholding to your Loue,
    And little look'd for at your helping Hands.
    Enter Richard and Yorke.
    Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a King,
    2085Before I haue shooke off the Regall thoughts
    Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet haue learn'd
    To insinuate, flatter, bowe, and bend my Knee.
    Giue Sorrow leaue a while, to tuture me
    To this submission. Yet I well remember
    2090The fauors of these men: were they not mine?
    Did they not sometime cry, All hayle to me?
    So Iudas did to Christ: but he in twelue,
    Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelue thousand, none.
    God saue the King: will no man say, Amen?
    2095Am I both Priest, and Clarke? well then, Amen.
    God saue the King, although I be not hee:
    And yet Amen, if Heauen doe thinke him mee.
    To doe what seruice, am I sent for hither?
    Yorke. To doe that office of thine owne good will,
    2100Which tyred Maiestie did make thee offer:
    The Resignation of thy State and Crowne
    To Henry Bullingbrooke.
    Rich. Giue me the Crown. Here Cousin, seize ye Crown:
    Here Cousin, on this side my Hand, on that side thine.
    2105Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well,
    That owes two Buckets, filling one another,
    The emptier euer dancing in the ayre,
    The other downe, vnseene, and full of Water:
    That Bucket downe, and full of Teares am I,
    2110Drinking my Griefes, whil'st you mount vp on high.
    Bull. I thought you had been willing to resigne.
    Rich. My Crowne I am, but still my Griefes are mine:
    You may my Glories and my State depose,
    But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.
    2115Bull. Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne.
    Rich. Your Cares set vp, do not pluck my Cares downe.
    My Care, is losse of Care, by old Care done,
    Your Care, is gaine of Care, by new Care wonne:
    The Cares I giue, I haue, though giuen away,
    2120They 'tend the Crowne, yet still with me they stay:
    Bull. Are you contented to resigne the Crowne?
    d 2 Rich. I,
    40The Life and Death of Richard the Second.
    Rich. I, no; no, I: for I must nothing bee:
    Therefore no, no, for I resigne to thee.
    Now, marke me how I will vndoe my selfe.
    2125I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head,
    And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand,
    The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart.
    With mine owne Teares I wash away my Balme,
    With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne,
    2130With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State,
    With mine owne Breath release all dutious Oathes;
    All Pompe and Maiestie I doe forsweare:
    My Manors, Rents, Reuenues, I forgoe;
    My Acts, Decrees, and Statutes I denie:
    2135God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee,
    God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee.
    Make me, that nothing haue, with nothing grieu'd,
    And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all atchieu'd.
    Long may'st thou liue in Richards Seat to sit,
    2140And soone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit.
    God saue King Henry, vn-King'd Richard sayes,
    And send him many yeeres of Sunne-shine dayes.
    What more remaines?
    North. No more: but that you reade
    2145These Accusations, and these grieuous Crymes,
    Committed by your Person, and your followers,
    Against the State, and Profit of this Land:
    That by confessing them, the Soules of men
    May deeme, that you are worthily depos'd.
    2150Rich. Must I doe so? and must I rauell out
    My weau'd-vp follyes? Gentle Northumberland,
    If thy Offences were vpon Record,
    Would it not shame thee, in so faire a troupe,
    To reade a Lecture of them? If thou would'st,
    2155There should'st thou finde one heynous Article,
    Contayning the deposing of a King,
    And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath,
    Mark'd with a Blot, damn'd in the Booke of Heauen.
    Nay, all of you, that stand and looke vpon me,
    2160Whil'st that my wretchednesse doth bait my selfe,
    Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
    Shewing an outward pittie: yet you Pilates
    Haue here deliuer'd me to my sowre Crosse,
    And Water cannot wash away your sinne.
    2165North. My Lord dispatch, reade o're these Articles.
    Rich. Mine Eyes are full of Teares, I cannot see:
    And yet salt-Water blindes them not so much,
    But they can see a sort of Traytors here.
    Nay, if I turne mine Eyes vpon my selfe,
    2170I finde my selfe a Traytor with the rest:
    For I haue giuen here my Soules consent,
    T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King;
    Made Glory base; a Soueraigntie, a Slaue;
    Prowd Maiestie, a Subiect; State, a Pesant.
    2175North. My Lord.
    Rich. No Lord of thine, thou haught-insulting man;
    No, nor no mans Lord: I haue no Name, no Title;
    No, not that Name was giuen me at the Font,
    But 'tis vsurpt: alack the heauie day,
    2180That I haue worne so many Winters out,
    And know not now, what Name to call my selfe.
    Oh, that I were a Mockerie, King of Snow,
    Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke,
    To melt my selfe away in Water-drops.
    2185Good King, great King, and yet not greatly good,
    And if my word be Sterling yet in England,
    Let it command a Mirror hither straight,
    That it may shew me what a Face I haue,
    Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie.
    2190Bull. Goe some of you, and fetch a Looking-Glasse.
    North. Read o're this Paper, while ye Glasse doth come.
    Rich. Fiend, thou torments me, ere I come to Hell.
    Bull. Vrge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.
    North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd.
    2195Rich. They shall be satisfy'd: Ile reade enough,
    When I doe see the very Booke indeede,
    Where all my sinnes are writ, and that's my selfe.
    Enter one with a Glasse.
    Giue me that Glasse, and therein will I reade.
    2200No deeper wrinckles yet? hath Sorrow strucke
    So many Blowes vpon this Face of mine,
    And made no deeper Wounds? Oh flatt'ring Glasse,
    Like to my followers in prosperitie,
    Thou do'st beguile me. Was this Face, the Face
    2205That euery day, vnder his House-hold Roofe,
    Did keepe ten thousand men? Was this the Face,
    That like the Sunne, did make beholders winke?
    Is this the Face, which fac'd so many follyes,
    That was at last out-fac'd by Bullingbrooke?
    2210A brittle Glory shineth in this Face,
    As brittle as the Glory, is the Face,
    For there it is, crackt in an hundred shiuers.
    Marke silent King, the Morall of this sport,
    How soone my Sorrow hath destroy'd my Face.
    2215Bull. The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy'd
    The shadow of your Face.
    Rich. Say that againe.
    The shadow of my Sorrow: ha, let's see,
    'Tis very true, my Griefe lyes all within,
    2220And these externall manner of Laments,
    Are meerely shadowes, to the vnseene Griefe,
    That swells with silence in the tortur'd Soule.
    There lyes the substance: and I thanke thee King
    For thy great bountie, that not onely giu'st
    2225Me cause to wayle, but teachest me the way
    How to lament the cause. Ile begge one Boone,
    And then be gone, and trouble you no more.
    Shall I obtaine it?
    Bull. Name it, faire Cousin.
    2230Rich. Faire Cousin? I am greater then a King:
    For when I was a King, my flatterers
    Were then but subiects; being now a subiect,
    I haue a King here to my flatterer:
    Being so great, I haue no neede to begge.
    2235Bull. Yet aske.
    Rich. And shall I haue?
    Bull. You shall.
    Rich. Then giue me leaue to goe.
    Bull. Whither?
    2240Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your sights.
    Bull. Goe some of you, conuey him to the Tower.
    Rich. Oh good: conuey: Conueyers are you all,
    That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall.
    Bull. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set downe
    2245Our Coronation: Lords, prepare your selues. Exeunt.
    Abbot. A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld.
    Carl. The Woes to come, the Children yet vnborne,
    Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne.
    Aum. You holy Clergie-men, is there no Plot
    2250To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot.
    Abbot. Before I freely speake my minde herein,
    You shall not onely take the Sacrament,
    To bury mine intents, but also to effect
    d2 What
    The Life and Death of Richard the Second. 41
    What euer I shall happen to deuise.
    2255I see your Browes are full of Discontent,
    Your Heart of Sorrow, and your Eyes of Teares.
    Come home with me to Supper, Ile lay a Plot
    Shall shew vs all a merry day. Exeunt.
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