Enter Bolingbroke with the lords [Aumerle, Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, Surrey, the Bishop of Carlisle, the Abbot of Westminster, Another Lord, a herald, and attendants] to Parliament.
Call forth Bagot. Enter [officers with] Bagot.
4.1.31926What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death,
4.1.41927Who wrought it with the King, and who performed
4.1.51928The bloody office of his timeless end.
Then set before my face the lord Aumerle.
[To Aumerle] Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.
[Aumerle steps forward.]
My lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
4.1.91932Scorns to unsay what once it hath delivered.
4.1.101933In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted,
4.1.111934I heard you say, "Is not my arm of length,
4.1.121935That reacheth from the restful English court
4.1.131936As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?"
4.1.151938I heard you say that you had rather refuse
4.1.181941Adding withal how blest this land would be
Princes and noble lords,
4.1.201943What answer shall I make to this base man?
4.1.221945On equal terms to give him chastisement?
4.1.231946Either I must, or have mine honor soiled
4.1.241947With the attainder of his slanderous lips.
[He throws down a gage.]
4.1.251948There is my gage, the manual seal of death
4.1.261949That marks thee out for hell. I say thou liest,
4.1.271950And will maintain what thou hast said is false
4.1.281951In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
4.1.291952To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Bagot, forbear. Thou shalt not take it up.
Excepting one, I would he were the best
4.1.321955In all this presence that hath moved me so.
[Throwing down a gage]
If that thy valor stand on sympathy,
4.1.341957There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine.
4.1.351958By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st,
4.1.361959I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it,
4.1.371960That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester's death.
4.1.381961If thou deniest it twenty times, thou liest,
4.1.391962And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
4.1.401963Where it was forgèd, with my rapier's point.
[Taking up the gage]
Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see that day.
Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.
Fitzwater, thou art damned to hell for this.
Aumerle, thou liest! His honor is as true
4.1.461969And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
[He throws down a gage.]
4.1.471970To prove it on thee to the extremest point
4.1.481971Of mortal breathing. Seize it if thou dar'st.
[Taking up the gage]
And if I do not, may my hands rot off
4.1.501973And never brandish more revengeful steel
I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle,
From sun to sun.[He throws down a gage.] There is my honor's pawn.
[Taking up the gage]
Who sets me else? By heaven, I'll throw at all!
My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well
'Tis very true. You were in presence then,
4.1.631980And you can witness with me this is true.
As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.
Surrey, thou liest.
Surrey, thou liest. Dishonorable boy,
4.1.66That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword
4.1.671986That it shall render vengeance and revenge
4.1.681987Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie
4.1.691988In earth as quiet as thy father's skull.
4.1.701989In proof whereof, there is my honor's pawn.
[He throws down a gage.]
[Taking up the gage] How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
4.1.731992If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
4.1.761995And lies, and lies!
[He throws down a gage.] And lies, and lies! [He throws down a gage.] There is my bond of faith,
4.1.781997As I intend to thrive in this new world,
4.1.801999Besides, I heard the banished Norfolk say
4.1.812000That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
Some honest Christian trust me with a gage.
[Aumerle receives a gage which he throws down.]
4.1.842003That Norfolk lies, here do I throw down this,
These differences shall all rest under gage,
4.1.872006Till Norfolk be repealed. Repealed he shall be,
4.1.892008To all his lands and signories. When he is returned,
4.1.902009Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
That honorable day shall never be seen.
4.1.922011Many a time hath banished Norfolk fought
4.1.932012For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,
4.1.942013Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross
4.1.952014Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens;
4.1.962015And, toiled with works of war, retired himself
4.1.982017His body to that pleasant country's earth,
4.1.992018And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ,
Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
As surely as I live, my lord.
Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom
2025Till we assign you to your days of trial.
Enter York.
Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
4.1.1072028From plume-plucked Richard, who with willing soul
4.1.1082029Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields
In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.
Marry, God forbid!
4.1.1212042And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?
4.1.1222043Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear,
4.1.1282049And he himself not present? O forfend it, God,
4.1.1302051Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
4.1.1332054My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
4.1.1362057The blood of English shall manure the ground,
4.1.1382059Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
4.1.1402061Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound.
4.1.1432064The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.
4.1.1442065Oh, if you raise this house against this house,
4.1.1482069Lest child, child's children, cry against you, "Woe!"
Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains
[ Carlisle is taken into custody.]
4.1.1532074May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit?
Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
Without suspicion. I will be his conduct.
Exit.
Lords, you that here are under our arrest,
4.1.1582080Procure your sureties for your days of answer.
4.1.1602082And little looked for at your helping hands.
2083Enter [King] Richard and York [with attendants bearing the crown and scepter.] Alack, why am I sent for to a king
4.1.1632086Wherewith I reigned? I hardly yet have learned
4.1.1642087To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.
4.1.1672090The favors of these men. Were they not mine?
4.1.1682091Did they not sometime cry, "All hail!" to me?
4.1.1702093Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none.
4.1.1722095Am I both priest, and clerk? Well then, Amen.
To do that office of thine own good will,
[To York] Give me the crown. [He takes the crown then hands it to Bolingbroke.] -- Here, cousin,
4.1.181.1On this side my hand, on that side thine.
4.1.1872110Drinking my griefs whilst you mount up on high.
I thought you had been willing to resign.
My crown I am, but still my griefs are mine.
4.1.1912114But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
Part of your cares you give me with your crown.
Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.
4.1.1962119The cares I give, I have, though given away;
4.1.1972120They 'tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
Are you contented to resign the crown?
Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be.
[He gives the crown to Bolingbroke.]
[He gives the scepter to Bolingbroke.]
4.1.2082131With mine own breath release all duteous oaths.
4.1.2142137Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,
4.1.2152138And thou with all pleased that hast all achieved.
4.1.2162139Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
What more remains? [Presenting a paper to King Richard] No more, but that you read
Must I do so? And must I ravel out
4.1.2282151My weaved-up follies? Gentle Northumberland,
4.1.2322155There shouldst thou find one heinous article,
4.1.2352158Marked with a blot, damned in the book of heaven.
4.1.2372160Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,
4.1.2382161Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
My lord, dispatch. Reade o'er these articles.
[He presents the paper again.]
Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot see.
My lord --
No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,
4.1.2542177Nor no man's lord! I have no name, no title,
4.1.2622185Good King, great King, and yet not greatly good,
Go, some of you, and fetch a looking-glass.
[Exit one or more attendants.]
[To King Richard] Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.
[He presents the paper again.]
Fiend, thou torments me ere I come to hell!
Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland.
The commons will not then be satisfied.
They shall be satisfied. I'll read enough
4.1.2742197Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.
2198Enter one [attendant] with a glass. 4.1.2752199Give me that glass, and therein will I read.
[King Richard takes the looking-glass.]
4.1.2782202And made no deeper wounds? Oh, flatt'ring glass,
4.1.2802204Thou dost beguile me. Was this face the face
4.1.2822206Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face
4.1.2842208Is this the face which faced so many follies,
[King Richard smashes the glass.]
4.1.2882212For there it is, cracked in an hundred shivers.
The shadow of your sorrow hath destroyed
The shadow of your face. Say that again.
4.1.2982222That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
4.1.2992223There lies the substance. And I thank thee, King,
Shall I obtain it? Name it, fair cousin.
"Fair Cousin"? I am greater than a king;
4.1.3082232Were then but subjects. Being now a subject,
Yet ask.
And shall I have?
You shall.
Then give me leave to go.
Whither?
Whither you will, so I were from your sights.
Go, some of you, convey him to the Tower.
Oh, good! "Convey"? Conveyers are you all,
4.1.3192243That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.
[Exit King Richard as a guarded prisoner.]
On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down
2245Our coronation. Lords, prepare yourselves.
Exeunt.
2245.1[The Abbot of] Westminster, Carlisle, [and] Aumerle [remain behind]. A woeful pageant have we here beheld.
The woe's to come. The children yet unborn
2248Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.
You holy clergymen, is there no plot
2250To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?
My lord,
4.1.161.1Before I freely speak my mind herein,
2252You shall not only take the sacrament
2253To bury mine intents, but also to effect
2254Whatever I shall happen to devise.
2255I see your brows are full of discontent,
2256Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears.
2257Come home with me to supper. I'll lay
2258 A plot shall show us all a merry day.
Exeunt.