Call forth Bagot. Enter [officers with] Bagot.

4.1.21925Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind,

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.

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?"

4.1.141937Amongst much other talk that very time

4.1.151938I heard you say that you had rather refuse

4.1.161939The offer of an hundred thousand crowns

4.1.171940Than Bolingbroke's return to England,

4.1.181941Adding withal how blest this land would be

4.1.18.1In this your cousin's death.

Princes and noble lords,

4.1.201943What answer shall I make to this base man?

4.1.211944Shall I so much dishonor my fair stars

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.

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.

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.

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

4.1.451968In this appeal as thou art all unjust;

4.1.461969And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,

4.1.471970To prove it on thee to the extremest point

4.1.481971Of mortal breathing. Seize it if thou dar'st.

And if I do not, may my hands rot off

4.1.501973And never brandish more revengeful steel

4.1.511974Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle,

4.1.531974.2And spur thee on with full as many lies

4.1.541974.3As may be hollowed in thy treacherous ear

4.1.551974.4From sun to sun.[He throws down a gage.]

From sun to sun.[He throws down a gage.] There is my honor's pawn.

4.1.561974.5Engage it to the trial if thou dar'st.

Who sets me else? By heaven, I'll throw at all!

4.1.581974.7I have a thousand spirits in one breast

4.1.591974.8To answer twenty thousand such as you.

My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well

4.1.611976The very time Aumerle and you did talk.

'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.

4.1.711990Engage it to the trial if thou dar'st.

[Taking up the gage] How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!

4.1.731992If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,

4.1.741993I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness

4.1.751994And spit upon him whilst I say he lies,

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,

4.1.771996To tie thee to my strong correction.

4.1.781997As I intend to thrive in this new world,

4.1.791998Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal.

4.1.801999Besides, I heard the banished Norfolk say

4.1.812000That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men

4.1.822001To execute the noble Duke at Calais.

Some honest Christian trust me with a gage.

4.1.842003That Norfolk lies, here do I throw down this,

4.1.852004If he may be repealed to try his honor.

These differences shall all rest under gage,

4.1.872006Till Norfolk be repealed. Repealed he shall be,

4.1.882007And though mine enemy, restored again

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

4.1.972016To Italy, and there at Venice gave

4.1.982017His body to that pleasant country's earth,

4.1.992018And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ,

4.1.1002019Under whose colors he had fought so long.

Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?

As surely as I live, my lord.

Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom

4.1.1042023Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,

4.1.1052024Your differences shall all rest under gage

2025Till we assign you to your days of trial.

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

4.1.1092030To the possession of thy royal hand.

4.1.1102031Ascend his throne, descending now from him,

4.1.1112032And long live Henry, fourth of that name!

In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.

Marry, God forbid!

4.1.1142035Worst in this royal presence may I speak,

4.1.1152036Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.

4.1.1162037Would God that any in this noble presence

4.1.1172038Were enough noble to be upright judge

4.1.1182039Of noble Richard! Then true noblesse would

4.1.1192040Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.

4.1.1202041What subject can give sentence on his king?

4.1.1212042And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?

4.1.1222043Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear,

4.1.1232044Although apparent guilt be seen in them;

4.1.1242045And shall the figure of God's majesty,

4.1.1252046His captain, steward, deputy elect,

4.1.1262047Anointed, crowned, planted many years,

4.1.1272048Be judged by subject and inferior breath,

4.1.1282049And he himself not present? O forfend it, God,

4.1.1292050That in a Christian climate souls refined,

4.1.1302051Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!

4.1.1312052I speak to subjects and a subject speaks,

4.1.1322053Stirred up by God thus boldly for his king.

4.1.1332054My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,

4.1.1342055Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king,

4.1.1352056And if you crown him, let me prophesy

4.1.1362057The blood of English shall manure the ground,

4.1.1372058And future ages groan for this foul act,

4.1.1382059Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,

4.1.1392060And in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars

4.1.1402061Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound.

4.1.1412062Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny

4.1.1422063Shall here inhabit, and this land be called

4.1.1432064The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.

4.1.1442065Oh, if you raise this house against this house,

4.1.1452066It will the woefullest division prove

4.1.1462067That ever fell upon this cursèd earth.

4.1.1472068Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,

4.1.1482069Lest child, child's children, cry against you, "Woe!"

Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains

4.1.1502071Of capital treason, we arrest you here. --

4.1.1512072My lord of Westminster, be it your charge

4.1.1522073To keep him safely till his day of trial.

4.1.1532074May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit?

Fetch hither Richard, that in common view

4.1.1542076He may surrender. So we shall proceed

4.1.1552077Without suspicion.

Without suspicion. I will be his conduct.

Lords, you that here are under our arrest,

4.1.1582080Procure your sureties for your days of answer.

4.1.1592081Little are we beholding to your love,

4.1.1602082And little looked for at your helping hands.

Alack, why am I sent for to a king

4.1.1622085Before I have shook off the regal thoughts

4.1.1632086Wherewith I reigned? I hardly yet have learned

4.1.1642087To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.

4.1.1652088Give Sorrow leave awhile to tutor me

4.1.1662089To this submission. Yet I well remember

4.1.1672090The favors of these men. Were they not mine?

4.1.1682091Did they not sometime cry, "All hail!" to me?

4.1.1692092So Judas did to Christ. But He in twelve,

4.1.1702093Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none.

4.1.1712094God save the King! Will no man say "Amen"?

4.1.1722095Am I both priest, and clerk? Well then, Amen.

4.1.1732096God save the King, although I be not he.

4.1.1742097And yet Amen, if heaven do think him me.

4.1.1752098To do what service am I sent for hither?

To do that office of thine own good will,

4.1.1772100Which tired majesty did make thee offer:

4.1.1782101The resignation of thy state and crown

4.1.1792102To Henry Bolingbroke.

[To York] Give me the crown. [He takes the crown then hands it to Bolingbroke.] -- Here, cousin,

4.1.1812104 Seize the crown. Here, Cousin.

4.1.181.1On this side my hand, on that side thine.

4.1.1822105Now is this golden crown like a deep well,

4.1.1832106That owes two buckets, filling one another,

4.1.1842107The emptier ever dancing in the air,

4.1.1852108The other down, unseen, and full of water.

4.1.1862109That bucket down and full of tears am I,

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.

4.1.1902113You may my glories and my state depose,

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.

4.1.1942117My care is loss of care, by old care done;

4.1.1952118Your care is gain of care, by new care won.

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.

4.1.2002123Therefore no "no," for I resign to thee.

4.1.2012124Now, mark me how I will undo myself:

4.1.2022125I give this heavy weight from off my head;

4.1.2032126And this unwieldy scepter from my hand;

4.1.2042127The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.

4.1.2052128With mine own tears I wash away my balm,

4.1.2062129With mine own hands I give away my crown,

4.1.2072130With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,

4.1.2082131With mine own breath release all duteous oaths.

4.1.2092132All pomp and majesty I do forswear.

4.1.2102133My manors, rents, revenues I forgo;

4.1.2112134My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny.

4.1.2122135God pardon all oaths that are broke to me.

4.1.2132136God keep all vows unbroke are made to thee.

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,

4.1.2172140And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit.

4.1.2182141God save King Henry, unkinged Richard says,

4.1.2192142And send him many years of sunshine days.

4.1.2202143What more remains?

What more remains? [Presenting a paper to King Richard] No more, but that you read

4.1.2222145These accusations and these grievous crimes

4.1.2232146Committed by your person and your followers

4.1.2242147Against the state and profit of this land;

4.1.2252148That, by confessing them, the souls of men

4.1.2262149May deem that you are worthily deposed.

Must I do so? And must I ravel out

4.1.2282151My weaved-up follies? Gentle Northumberland,

4.1.2292152If thy offences were upon record,

4.1.2302153Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop,

4.1.2312154To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,

4.1.2322155There shouldst thou find one heinous article,

4.1.2332156Containing the deposing of a king

4.1.2342157And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,

4.1.2352158Marked with a blot, damned in the book of heaven.

4.1.2362159Nay, all of you that stand and look upon me

4.1.2372160Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,

4.1.2382161Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,

4.1.2392162Showing an outward pity, yet you Pilates

4.1.2402163Have here delivered me to my sour cross,

4.1.2412164And water cannot wash away your sin.

My lord, dispatch. Reade o'er these articles.

Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot see.

4.1.2442167And yet salt water blinds them not so much

4.1.2452168But they can see a sort of traitors here.

4.1.2462169Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

4.1.2472170I find myself a traitor with the rest,

4.1.2482171For I have given here my soul's consent

4.1.2492172T'undeck the pompous body of a king;

4.1.2502173Made Glory base and Sovereignty a slave,

4.1.2512174Proud majesty a subject, State a peasant.

My lord --

No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,

4.1.2542177Nor no man's lord! I have no name, no title,

4.1.2552178No, not that name was given me at the font,

4.1.2562179But 'tis usurped. Alack the heavy day,

4.1.2572180That I have worn so many winters out

4.1.2582181And know not now what name to call myself.

4.1.2592182Oh, that I were a mockery king of snow

4.1.2602183Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,

4.1.2612184To melt myself away in waterdrops. --

4.1.2622185Good King, great King, and yet not greatly good,

4.1.2632186An if my word be sterling yet in England,

4.1.2642187Let it command a mirror hither straight,

4.1.2652188That it may show me what a face I have

4.1.2662189Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

Go, some of you, and fetch a looking-glass.

[To King Richard] Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.

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

4.1.2732196When I do see the very book indeed

4.1.2742197Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.

4.1.2752199Give me that glass, and therein will I read.

4.1.2762200No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath Sorrow struck

4.1.2772201So many blows upon this face of mine

4.1.2782202And made no deeper wounds? Oh, flatt'ring glass,

4.1.2792203Like to my followers in prosperity,

4.1.2802204Thou dost beguile me. Was this face the face

4.1.2812205That every day under his Household roof

4.1.2822206Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face

4.1.2832207That like the sun did make beholders wink?

4.1.2842208Is this the face which faced so many follies,

4.1.2852209That was at last outfaced by Bolingbroke?

4.1.2862210A brittle glory shineth in this face.

4.1.2872211As brittle as the glory is the face!

4.1.2882212For there it is, cracked in an hundred shivers.

4.1.2892213Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport:

4.1.2902214How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face.

The shadow of your sorrow hath destroyed

4.1.2922216The shadow of your face.

The shadow of your face. Say that again.

4.1.2942218The shadow of my sorrow? Ha, let's see.

4.1.2952219'Tis very true. My grief lies all within;

4.1.2962220And these external manners of laments

4.1.2972221Are merely shadows to the unseen grief

4.1.2982222That swells with silence in the tortured soul.

4.1.2992223There lies the substance. And I thank thee, King,

4.1.3002224For thy great bounty that not only giv'st

4.1.3012225Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way

4.1.3022226How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon,

4.1.3032227And then be gone and trouble you no more.

4.1.3042228Shall I obtain it?

Shall I obtain it? Name it, fair cousin.

"Fair Cousin"? I am greater than a king;

4.1.3072231For when I was a king, my flatterers

4.1.3082232Were then but subjects. Being now a subject,

4.1.3092233I have a king here to my flatterer.

4.1.3102234Being so great, I have no need to beg.

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.

On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down

2245Our coronation. Lords, prepare yourselves.

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.