Tragedie of King Ri-
chard the se-
cond.
As it hath beene publikely acted
by the right Honourable the
Lorde Chamberlaine his Ser-
uants.
L O N D O N
Printed by Valentine Simmes for Androw Wise, and
are to be sold at his shop in Paules church yard at
the singe of the Angel.
1 5 9 7.
21ENTER King Richard, IOHN 55O
Vld Iohn of Gaunt time honoured Lanca
ster,
66 Ha
st thou according to thy oath and bande
77 Brought hither Henrie Herford thy bolde
sonne,
88 Here to make good the boi
strous late appeale,
99Which then our ley
sure would not let vs heare
1010Again
st the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Moubray ?
1111Gaunt. I haue my Leige
. 1212King. Tell me moreouer ha
st thou
sounded him,
1313If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice,
1414Or worthily as a good
subie
ct should
1515On
some knowne ground of treacherie in him.
1616Gaunt. As neere as I could
sift him on that argument,
1717On
some apparent daunger
seene in him,
1818Aimde at your highnes, no inueterate malice
. 1919King. Then call them to our pre
sence face to face,
2020And frowning brow to brow our
selues will heare,
2121The accu
ser and the accu
sed freely
speake
: 2222High
stomackt are they both and full of ire,
2323In rage, deafe as the
sea, ha
stie as
fire.
2424Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray. 2525Bulling. Manie yeares of happie daies befall,
2626My gratious
soueraigne my mo
st louing liege.
2727Mowb. Each day
still better others happines,
2828Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap,
2929Adde an immortall title to your Crowne.
3030King. We thanke you both, yet one but
flatters vs,
3131As well appeareth by the cau
se you come,
3232Namely to appeale each other of high trea
son:
3333Coo
sin of Herford, what do
st thou obie
ct 3434Again
st the Duke of Nor
ffolke Thomas Mowbray
? 3535Bull. Fir
st, heauen be the record to my
speech,
3636In the deuotion of a
subie
cts loue,
3737Tendring the pretious
safetie of my Prince,
3838And free from other misbegotten hate,
3939Come I appellant to this princely pre
sence
. 4040Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee,
4141And marke my greeting well: for what I
speake
4242My body
shall make good vpon this earth,
4343Or my diuine
soule an
swer it in heauen:
4444Thou art a traitour and a mi
screant,
4545Too good to be
so, and too bad to liue,
4646Since the more faire and cri
stall is the skie,
4747The vglier
seeme the cloudes that in it
flie
: 4848Once more, the more to aggrauate the note,
4949With a foule traitors name
stu
ffe I thy throte,
5050And wi
sh (
so plea
se my Soueraigne) ere I moue,
5151What my tong
speaks, my right drawen
sword may proue.
5252Mow. Let not my cold wordes here accu
se my zeale,
5353Tis not the triall of a womans warre,
5454The bitter clamour of two eger tongues
5555Can arbitrate this cau
se betwixt vs twaine,
5656The bloud is hote that mu
st be coold for this,
5757Yet can I not of
such tame patience boa
st,
5858As to be hui
sht, and naught at all to
say
. 5959Fir
st the faire reuerence of your Highne
sse curbs me,
6060From giuing reines and
spurres to my free
speech,
6161Which el
se would po
st vntill it had returnd,
6262The
se termes of trea
son doubled downe his throat:
6363Setting a
side his high blouds royaltie,
6464And let him be no kin
sman to my Liege,
6565I do de
fie him, and I
spit at him,
6666Call him a
slaunderous coward, and a villaine,
6767Which to maintaine, I would allow him ods,
6868And meete him were I tied to runne afoote,
6969Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes,
7070Or any other ground inhabitable,
7171Where euer Engli
shman dur
st set his foote,
7272Meane time, let this defend my loyaltie,
7373By all my hopes mo
st fal
sly doth he lie.
7474Bull. Pale trembling coward there I throw my gage,
7575Di
sclaiming here the kinred of the King,
7676And lay a
side my high bloudes royaltie,
7777Which Feare, not Reuerence makes thee to except.
7878If guilty dread haue left thee
so much
strength,
7979As to take vp mine honours pawne, then
stowpe,
8080By that, and all the rites of Knighthoode el
se,
8181Will I make good again
st thee arme to arme,
8282What I haue
spoke, or thou can
st wor
se deui
se.
8383Mow. I take it vp, and by that
sword I
sweare,
8484Which gently laid my Knighthood on my
shoulder,
8585Ile an
swer thee in any faire degree,
8686Or chiualrous de
signe of knightly triall:
8787And when I mount, aliue may I not light,
8888If I be traitor or vniu
stly
fight.
8989King. What doth our cou
sin lay to Mowbraies charge?
9090It mu
st be great that can inherit vs,
9191So much as of a thought of ill in him.
9292Bul. Looke what I
speake, my life
shall proue it true,
9393That Mowbray hath receiude eight thou
sand nobles
9494In name of Lendings for your Highnes
souldiours,
9595The which he hath detaind for lewd imployments,
9696Like a fal
se traitour, and iniurious villaine:
9797Be
sides I
say, and will in battle proue,
9898Or here, or el
sewhere to the furthe
st Verge
: 9999That euer was
surueyed by Engli
sh eye,
100100That all the trea
sons for the
se eighteene yeares,
101101Complotted and contriued in this land:
102102Fetch from fal
se Mowbray their
fir
st head and
spring,
103103Further I
say and further will maintaine
104104Vpon his bad life to make all this good,
105105That he did plotte the Duke of Gloce
sters death,
106106Sugge
st his
soone beleeuing aduer
saries,
107107And eon
sequently like a taitour coward,
108108Slucte out his innocent
soule through
streames of bloud,
109109Which bloud, like
sacri
ficing Abels cries,
110110Euen from the toungle
sse Cauernes of the earth,
111111To me for iu
stice and rough cha
sti
sement
: 112112And, by the glorious worth of my de
scent,
113113This arme
shall do it, or this life be
spent.
114114King. How high a pitch his re
solution
soares,
115115Thomas of Norfolke what
sai
st thou to this ?
116116Mowb. Oh let my
soueraigne turne awaie his face,
117117And bid his eares a little while be deafe.
118118Till I haue tolde this
slaunder of his bloud,
119119How God and good men hate
so foule a lier
. 120120King. Mowbray impartiall are our eies and eares,
121121Were he my brother, nay, my kingdomes heire,
122122As he is but my fathers brothers
sonne,
123123Now by
scepters awe I make a vowe,
124124Such neighbour neerenes to our
sacred bloud
125125Should nothing priuiledge him nor partialize
126126The vn
stooping
firmene
sse of my vpright
soule,
127127He is our
subie
ct Mowbray
so art thou,
128128Free
speech and fearele
sse I to thee allowe.
129129Mowb. Then Bullingbrooke as lowe as to thy heart
130130Through the fal
se pa
ssage of thy throate thou lie
st.
131131Three partes of that receipte I had for Callice,
132132Di
sbur
st I duely to his highne
sse
souldiers,
133133The other part re
serude I by con
sent,
134134For that my
soueraigne liege was in my debt
. 135135Vpon remainder of a deare account:
136136Since la
st I went to France to fetch his Queene:
137137Now
swallow downe that lie. For Gloce
sters death,
138138I
slewe him not but to my own di
sgrace,
139139Negle
cted my
sworne duety in that ca
se
: 140140For you my noble Lord of Lanca
ster,
141141The honourable father to my foe,
142142Once did I lay an ambu
she for your life,
143143A tre
spa
sse that doth vex my grieued
soule
: 144144Ah but ere I la
st receiude the Sacrament,
145145I did confe
sse it, and exa
ctly begd
146146Your graces pardon, and I hope I had it.
147147This is my fault, as for the re
st appeald
148148It
i
ssues
from the rancour of a villaine,
149149A recreant and mo
st degenerate traitour,
150150Which in my
selfe I boldly will defende,
151151And enterchangeably hurle downe my gage
152152Vpon this ouerweening traitors foote,
153153To proue my
selfe a loyal Gentleman,
154154Euen in the be
st bloud chamberd in his bo
some,
155155In ha
ste wherof mo
st hartily I pray
156156Your highnes to a
ssigne our triall day.
157157King. Wrath kindled gentleman be ruled by me,
158158Lets purge this choler without letting bloud,
159159This we pre
scribe though no Phi
sition,
160160Deepe malice makes too deepe inci
sion,
161161Forget, forgiue, conclude and be agreed,
162162Our do
ctors
say, this is no month to bleede:
163163Good Vnckle let this ende where it begonne,
164164Weele calme the Duke of Norfolke, you your
sonne.
165165Gaunt. To be a make-peace
shal become my age,
166166Throw downe (my
sonne) the Duke of Norfolkes gage.
167167King. And Norfolke throw downe his.
168168Gaunt. When Harry? when obedience bids,
169169Obedience bids I
should not bid againe
. 170170King. Norfolke throw downe we bid, there is no boote.
172171Mow. My
selfe I throw dread
soueraigne at thy foote,
173172My life thou
shalt command, but not my
shame,
174173The one my duety owes, but my faire name
175174De
spight of death that liues vpon my graue,
176175To darke di
shonours v
se thou
shalt not haue:
177176I am di
sgra
ste, impeacht, and ba
ffuld heere,
178177Pier
st to the
soule with Slaunders venomd
speare,
179178The which no balme can cure but his heart bloud
180179Which breathde this poy
son.
181180King. Rage mu
st be with
stoode,
182181Giue me his gage; Lions make Leopards tame
. 183182Mowb. Yea but not change his
spots : take but my
shame,
184183And I re
signe my gage, my deare deare Lord,
185184The pure
st trea
sure mortall times a
fford,
186185Is
spotle
sse Reputation that away
187186Men are but guilded loame, or painted clay,
188187A iewell in a ten times bard vp che
st,
189188Is a bold
spirit in a loyall brea
st:
190189Mine honour is my life, both grow in one,
191190Take honour from me, and my life is done :
192191Then (deare my Liege) mine honour let me trie,
193192In that I liue, and for that will I die.
194193King. Coo
sin, throw vp your gage, do you beginne.
196194Bull. O God defend my
soule from
such deepe
sinne,
197195Shall I
seeme Cre
st-fallen in my fathers
fight
? 198196Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my height,
199197Before this out-darde Da
stard? ere my tong
200198Shall wound my honour with
such feeble wrong,
201199Or
sound
so ba
se a parlee, my teeth
shall teare
202200The
slaui
sh motiue of recanting feare,
203201And
spit it bleeding in his high di
sgrace,
204202Where Shame doth harbour euen in Mowbraies face.
206203King. We were not borne to
sue, but to commaund,
207204Which
since we cannot do, to make you friends,
208205Be ready as your liues
shall an
swere it,
209206At Couentry vpon
saint Lamberts day,
210207There
shall your
swords and launces
arbitrate
211208The
swelling di
fference of your
setled hate,
212209Since we cannot atone you, we
shall
see
213210Iu
stice de
signe the Vi
ctors chiualrie,
214211Lord Mar
shal, commaund our O
fficers at Armes,
215212Be ready to dire
ct the
se home all
armes
. Exit. 217213Enter Iohn of Gaunt with the Duchesse of Glocester. 218214Gaunt Alas, the part I had in Wood
stockes bloud,
219215Doth more
sollicite me than your exclaimes,
220216To
stirre again
st the butchers of his life,
221217But
since corre
ction lieth in tho
se hands,
222218Which made the fault that we cannot corre
ct:
223219Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen,
224220Who when they
see the houres ripe on earth,
225221Will raine hot vengeance on o
ffenders heads
. 226222Duchesse Findes brotherhood in thee no
sharper
spurre
? 227223Hath loue in thy old bloud no liuing
fire
? 228224Edwards
seuen
sonnes whereof thy
selfe art one,
229225Were as
seuen viols of his
sacred bloud,
230226Or
seuen faire branches
springing from one roote:
231227Some of tho
se
seuen are dried by natures cour
se,
232228Some of tho
se branches by the De
stinies cut:
233229But
Thomas my deare Lord, my life, my Gloce
ster,
234230One violl full of Edwards
sacred bloud,
235231One
flouri
shing branch of his mo
st royall roote
236232Is crackt, and all the precious liquor
spilt,
237233Is hackt downe, and his
summer leaues all faded
238234By Enuies hand, and Murders bloudy axe.
239235Ah Gaunt, his bloud was thine, that bed, that womb,
240236That mettall, that
selfe mould, that fa
shioned thee
241237Made him a man
: and though thou liue
st and breathe
st,
242238Yet art thou
slaine in him, thou doo
st con
sent
243239In
some large mea
sure to thy fathers death,
244240In that thou
see
st thy wretched brother die,
245241Who was the modell of thy fathers life:
246242Call it not patience Gaunt, it is di
spaire,
247243In
su
ffring thus thy brother to be
slaughtred,
248244Thou
shewe
st the naked pathway to thy life,
249245Teaching
sterne Murder how to butcher thee:
250246That which in meane men we intitle Patience,
251247Is pale cold Cowardice in noble brea
sts.
252248What
shall I
saie? to
safegard thine owne life,
253249The be
st way is to venge my Gloce
sters death.
254250Gaunt Gods is the quarrell for Gods
sub
stitute,
255251His deputy annointed in his
sight,
256252Hath cau
sd his death, the which if wrongfully,
257253Let heauen reuenge, for I may neuer lift
258254An angry arme again
st his mini
ster.
259255Duch. Where then may I complainemy
selfe
? 260256Gaunt To God the widdowes Champion and defence,
261257Duch. Why then I will; farewell olde Gaunt,
262258Thou goe
st to Couentry, there to behold
263259Our Coo
sen Hereford and fell Mowbray
fight.
264260O
set my husbands wronges on Herefords
speare,
265261That it may enter butchers Mowbraies bre
st:
266262Or if mi
sfortune mi
sse the
fir
st carier,
267263Be Mowbraies
sinnes
so heauy in his bo
some
268264That they may breake his foming cour
sers backe,
269265And throw the rider headlong in the li
stes,
270266A caitiue recreant to my Coo
sen Hereford,
271267Farewell old Gaunt, thy
sometimes brothers wife,
272268With her companion Griefe mu
st end her life.
273269Gaunt Si
ster farewell, I mu
st to Couentry,
274270As much good
stay with thee, as go with me
. 275271Duch. Yet one word more, griefe boundeth where is fals,
276272Not with the emptines, hollownes, but weight:
277273I take my leaue before I haue begone,
278274For
sorrow endes not when it
seemeth done:
279275Commend me to thy brother Edmund Yorke,
280276Lo this is all: nay yet depart not
so,
281277Though this be al, doe not
so quickly go:
282278I
shall remember more: Bid him, ah what?
283279With all good
speede at Pla
shie vi
site me,
284280Alacke and what
shall good olde Yorke there
see,
285281But empty lodgings and vnfurni
sht wals,
286282Vnpeopled of
fices, vntrodden
stones,
287283And what cheere there for welcome but my grones
? 288284Therfore commend me, let him not come there,
289285To
seeke out
sorrow that dwels euery where,
290286De
solate de
solate will I hence and die:
291287The la
st leaue of thee takes my weeping eie.
Exeunt. 293288Enter Lord Marshall and the Duke Aumerle. 294289Mar. My Lord Aumerle is Harry Herford armde?
295290Aum. Yea at all points, and longs to enter in.
296291Mar. The Duke of Norfolke
sprightfully and bold,
297292Staies but the
summons of the appellants trumpet.
298293Aum. Why then the Champions are prepard and
stay
299294For nothing but his maie
sties approach.
300295The trumpets sound and the King enters with his nobles; when 301296they are set, enter the Duke of Norfolke in armes defendant. 303297King Mar
shall demaunde of yonder Champion,
304298The cau
se of his arriuall here in armes,
305299Aske him his name, and orderly proceede
306300To
sweare him in the iu
stice of his cau
se.
307301Mar. In Gods name and the Kings
say who thou art.
308302And why thou come
st thus knightly clad in armes,
309303Again
st what man thou com
st and what thy quarell.
310304Speake truly on thy knighthoode, and thy oth,
311305As
so defend the heauen and thy valour.
312306Mow. My name is Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke,
313307Who hither come ingaged by my oath,
314308(Which God defende a Knight
should violate)
315309Both to defend my loyalty and truth,
316310To God, my King, and my
succeeding i
ssue,
317311Again
st the Duke of Herford that appeales me,
318312And by the grace of God, and this mine arme,
319313To proue himin d
efending of my
selfe,
320314A traitour to my God, my King, and me,
321315And as I truely
fight, defend me heauen.
322316The trumpets sound. Enter Duke of Hereford 323318King Mar
shall aske yonder Knight in armes,
324319Both who he is, and why he commeth hither,
325320Thus plated in habiliments of warre,
326321And formally according to our lawe,
327322Depo
se him in the iu
stice of his cau
se.
328323Mar. What is thy name? and wherfore com
st thou hither
? 329324Before king Richard in his royall li
sts,
330325Again
st whom comes thou? and whats thy quarrell
? 331326Speake like a true Knight,
so defend thee heauen.
332327Bul. Harry of Herford, Lanca
ster and Darbie
333328Am I, who ready here do
stand in Armes
334329To proue by Gods grace, and my bodies valour
335330In li
sts, on
Thomas Mowbray Duke of Nor
ffolke,
336331That he is a traitour foule and dangerous,
337332To God of heauen, king Richard and to me
: 338333And as I truely
fight, defend me heauen.
339334Mar. On paine of death, no per
son be
so bold,
340335Or daring, hardy, as to touch the li
stes,
341336Except the Martiall and
such of
ficers
342337Appoynted to dire
ct the
se faire de
signes.
343338Bul. Lord Martiall, let me ki
sse my Souereignes hand,
344339And bow my knee before his Maie
stie,
345340For Mowbray and my
selfe are like two men,
346341That vow a long and wearie pilgrimage,
347342Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue,
348343And louing farewell of our
seuerall friends
. 349344Mar. The appellant in all duety greetes your Highnes,
350345And craues to ki
sse your hand, and take his leaue.
351346King We will de
scend and fold him in our armes,
352347Coo
sin of Herford, as thy cau
se is right,
353348So be thy fortune in this royall
fight
: 354349Farewell my bloud, which if to day thou
shead,
355350Lament we may, but not reuenge the dead
. 356351Bul. O let no noble eie prophane a teare
357352For me, if I be gorde with Mowbraies
speare:
358353As con
fident as is the Falcons
flight
359354Again
st a bird, do I with Mowbray
fight.
360355My louing Lord, I take my leaue of you:
361356Of you (my noble cou
sin) Lord Aumarle,
362357Not
sicke although I haue to do with death,
363358But lu
sty, yong and cheerely drawing breth:
364359Loe, as at Engli
sh fea
sts
so I regreet
365360The daintie
st la
st, to make the end mo
st sweet.
366361Oh thou the earthly Authour of my bloud,
367362Who
se youthfull
spirite in me regenerate
368363Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me vp,
369364To reach at Vi
ctory aboue my head:
370365Adde proofe vnto mine armour with thy prayers,
371366And with thy ble
ssings
steele my launces point,
372367That it may enter Mowbraies waxen cote.
373368And furbi
sh new the name of
Iohn a Gaunt,
374369Euen in the lu
stie hauiour of his
sonne.
375370Gaunt. God in thy good cau
se make thee pro
sperous,
376371Be
swift like lightning in the execution,
377372And let thy blowes doubly redoubled,
378373Fall like amaZing thunder on the caske
379374Of thy aduer
se pernitious enemy,
380375Rowze vp thy youthfull bloud, be valiant and liue
. 381376Bul. Mine innocence and
saint George to thriue
. 382377Mowb. How euer God or Fortune ca
st my lot,
383378There liues or dies true to King Richards throne,
384379A loyall, iu
st, and vpright Gentleman:
385380Neuer did captiue with a freer heart
386381Ca
st o
ff his chaines of bondagee, and embrace
387382His golden vncontrould enfranchi
sment,
388383More than my dauncing
soule doth celebrate
389384This fea
st of battle with mine aduer
sarie,
390385Mo
st mighty Liege, and my companion Peeres,
391386Take from my mouth the wi
sh of
happy yeeres,
392387As gentle, and as iocund as to ie
st 393388Go I to
fight, truth hath a quiet bre
st.
394389King. Farewell (my Lord)
securely I e
spie,
395390Vertue with Valour couched in thine eie,
396391Order the triall Martiall, and beginne.
397392Mart. Harry of Herford, Lanca
ster and Darby,
398393Receiue thy launce, and God defend the right.
399394Bul. Strong as a tower in hope I cry, Amen.
400395Mart. Go beare this lance to Thomas Duke of Norfolke.
401396Herald Harry of Herford, Lanca
ster, and Darby
402397Stands here, for God, his
soueraigne, and him
selfe,
403398On paine to be found fal
se and recreant,
404399To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray
405400A traitor to God, his king, and him,
406401And dares him to
set forward to the
fight.
407402Herald 2Here
standeth Thomas Mowbray D
.
of Norfolk
408403On paine to be found fal
se and recreant,
409404Both to defend him
selfe, and to approue
410405Henry of Hereford, Lanca
ster, and Darby,
411406To God, his
soueraigne, and to him di
sloyall,
412407Couragiou
sly, and with a free de
sire,
413408Attending but the
signall to beginne.
414409Mart. Sound trumpets, and
set forward Combatants:
415410Stay, the king hath throwen his warder downe.
416411King. Let them lay by their helmets, and their
speares,
417412And both returne backe to their chaires againe,
418413Withdraw with vs, and let the trumpets
sound,
419414While we returne the
se dukes what we decree.
422416What with our coun
sell we haue done:
423417For that our kingdomes earth
should not be
soild
424418With that deare bloud which it hath fo
stered
: 425419And for our eies do hate the dire a
spe
ct 426420Of cruell wounds plowd vp with neighbours
sword,
426.1421And for we thinke the Egle-winged pride
426.2422Of skie-a
spiring and ambitious thoughts,
426.3423With riuall hating enuy
set on you
426.4424To wake our peace, which in our Countries cradle
426.5425Draw the
sweet infant breath of gentle
sleepe,
427426Which
so rouZde vp with boi
strous vntunde drummes,
428427With har
sh re
sounding trumpets dreadfull bray,
429428And grating
shocke of har
sh re
sounding armes,
430429Might from our quiet con
fines fright faire Peace,
431430And make vs wade euen in our kinreds bloud;
432431Therefore we bani
sh you our territories:
433432You cou
sin Hereford vpon paine of life,
434433Til twice
fiue
summers haue enricht our
fields,
435434Shall not regreete our faire dominions,
436435But treade the
stranger paths of bani
shment
. 437436Bul. Your will be done; this mu
st my comfort be,
438437That Sunne that warmes you here,
shall
shine on me,
439438And tho
se his golden beames to you heere lent,
440439Shall point on me, and guilde my bani
shment.
441440King Norfolke, for thee remaines a heauier doome,
442441Which I with
some vnwillingne
sse pronounce,
443442The
slie
slow houres
shall not determinate
444443The datele
sse limite of thy deere exile,
445444The hople
sse word of neuerto returne,
446445Breathe I again
st thee, vpon paine of life.
447446Mowb. A heauy
sentence, my mo
st soueraigne Liege,
448447And all vnlookt for from your Highne
sse mouth,
449448A deerer merit not
so deepe a maime,
450449As to be ca
st forth in the common ayre
451450Haue I de
serued at your Highne
sse hands
: 452451The language I haue learnt the
se forty yeeres,.
453452My natiue Engli
sh now I mu
st forgo,
454453And now my tongues v
se is to me, no more
455454Than an vn
stringed violl or a harpe,
456455Or like a cunning in
strument ca
sde vp,
457456Or being open, put into his hands
458457That knowes no touch to tune the harmonie:
459458Within my mouth you haue engaold my tongue,
460459Doubly portculi
st with my teeth and lippes,
461460And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance
462461Is made my Gaoler to attend on me:
463462I am too olde to fawne vpon a nur
se,
464463Too far in yeeres to be a pupill now,
465464What is thy
sentence but
speechle
sse death?
466465Which robbes my tongue from
breathing natiue breath.
467466King It bootes
thee not to be compa
ssionate,
468467After our
sentence playning comes too late.
469468Mow. Then thus I turne me from my countries light,
470469To dwel in
solemne
shades of endle
sse night.
471470King. Returne
againe, and take an othe with thee,
472471Lay on our royall
sword your bani
sht hands,
473472Sweare by the duty that y'owe to God,
474473(Our part therein we bani
sh with your
selues,)
475474To keepe the oath that we admini
ster:
476475You neuer
shall,
so helpe you truth and God,
477476Embrace each others loue in bani
shment,
478477Nor neuer looke vpon each others face,
479478Nor neuer write, regreete, nor reconcile
480479This lowring tempe
st of your home-bred hate,
481480Nor neuer by adui
sed purpo
se meete,
482481To plot, contriue, or complot any ill,
483482Gain
st vs, our
state, our
subie
cts, or our land.
485484Mow. And I, to keepe al this.
486485Bul. Nor
ffolke,
so fare as to mine enemy
: 487486By this time, had the King permitted vs,
488487One of our
soules had wandred in the aire,
489488Bani
sht this fraile
sepulchre of our
fle
sh,
490489As now our
fle
sh is bani
sht from this land,
491490Confe
sse thy trea
sons ere thou
flie the realme,
492491Since thou ha
st far to go, beare not along
493492The clogging burthen of a guiltie
soule
. 494493Mow. No Bullingbrooke, if euer I were traitour,
495494My name be blotted from the booke of
life,
496495And I from heauen bani
sht as from hence:
497496But what thou art, God, thou, and I, do know,
498497And al too
soone (I feare) the King
shall rew
: 499498Farewell (my Liege) now no way can I
stray,
500499Saue backe to England al the worlds my way.
Exit. 501500King. Vncle, euen in the gla
sses of thine eyes,
502501I
see thy grieued heart
: thy
sad a
spe
ct 503502Hath from the number of his bani
sht yeeres
504503Pluckt foure away,
sixe frozen winters
spent,
505504Returne with welcome home from bani
shment.
506505Bull. How long a time lies in one little word.
507506Foure lagging winters and foure wanton
springes,
508507End in a word,
such is the breath of Kinges.
509508Gaunt. I thanke my liege that in regard of me,
510509He
shortens foure yeares of
my
sonnes exile,
511510But little vantage
shall I reape thereby:
512511For eare the
sixe yeares that he hath to
spend
513512Can change their moones, and bring their times about,
514513My oile-dried lampe, and time bewa
sted light
515514Shall be extint with age and endle
sse nightes,
516515My intch of taper will be burnt and done,
517516And blindfold Death not let me
see my
sonne.
518517King. Why Vnckle thou ha
st many yeares to liue.
519518Gaunt. But not a minute King that thou can
st giue,
520519Shorten my daies thou can
st with
sullen
sorrowe,
521520And plucke nights from me, but not lend a morrow:
522521Thou can
st helpe time to furrow me with age,
523522But
stoppe no wrinckle in his pilgrimage:
524523Thy word is currant with him for my death,
525524But dead, thy kingdome cannot buy my breath.
526525King. Thy
sonne is bani
sht vpon good adui
se,
527526Whereto thy tong a party verdi
ct gaue,
528527Why at our iu
stice
seem
st thou then to lower
? 529528Gaunt. Things
sweet to ta
ste, prooue in dige
stion
sowre
. 530529You vrgde me as a iudge, but I had rather,
531530You would haue bid me argue like a father:
531.1531Oh had't beene a
stranger, not my child,
531.2532To
smooth his fault I
should haue beene more milde
: 531.3533A partiall
slaunder ought I to auoide,
531.4534And in the
sentence my owne life de
stroyed:
532535Alas, I lookt when
some of you
should
say,
533536I was too
stri
ct to make mine owne away:
534537But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tongue,
535538Again
st my will to do my
selfe this wrong
. 536539King. Coo
sen farewel, and Vnckle, bid him
so,
537540Sixe yeares we bani
sh him and he
shall go
. 539541Au. Co
sin farewel, what pre
sence mu
st not know,
540542From where you doe remaine let paper
shew.
541543Mar. My Lord, no leaue take I, for I will ride
542544As farre as land will let me by your
side.
543545Gaunt. Oh to what purpo
se doe
st thou hoard thy words,
544546That thou returne
st no greeting to thy friends
? 545547Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you,
546548When the tongues o
ffice
should be prodigall,
547549To breathe the aboundant dolor of the heart
. 548550Gaunt. Thy griefe is but thy ab
sence for a time.
549551Bull. Ioy ab
sent, griefe is pre
sent for that time.
550552Gaunt. What is
sixe winters? they are quickly gone
. 551553Bul. To men in ioy, but griefe makes one hower ten
. 552554Gaun. Call it a trauaile that thou tak
st for plea
sure.
553555Bul. My heart will
sigh when I mi
scall it
so,
554556Which
findes it an inforced pilgrimage.
555557Gaun. The
sullen pa
ssage of thy weary
steps,
556558E
steeme as foyle wherein thou art to
set,
557559The pretious Iewell of thy home returne.
557.1560Bul. Nay rather euery tedious
stride I make,
557.2561Will but remcmber me what a deale of world
: 557.3562I wander from the Iewels that I loue.
557.4563Mu
st I not
serue a long apprenti
shood,
557.5564To forreine pa
ssages, and in the end,
557.6565Hauing my freedome, boa
st of nothing el
se,
557.7566But that I was a iourneyman to griefe
. 557.8567Gaun. All places that the eie of heauen vi
sits,
557.9568Are to a wi
seman portes and happie hauens:
557.12571Thinke not the King did bani
sh thee,
557.13572But thou the King. Woe doth the heauier
sit,
557.14573Where it perceiues it is but faintly borne:
557.15574Go,
say I
sent thee foorth to purcha
se honour,
557.16575And not the King exilde thee; or
suppo
se,
557.17576Deuouring pe
stilence hangs in our aire,
557.18577And thou art
flying to a fre
sher clime:
557.19578Looke what thy
soule holds deare, imagine it
557.20579To ly that way thou goe
st, not whence thou com
st: 557.21580Suppo
se the
singing birds mu
sitions,
557.22581The gra
sse whereon thou tread
st, the pre
sence
strowd,
557.23582The
flowers, faire Ladies, and thy
steps, no more
557.24583Then a delightfull mea
sure or a dance,
557.25584For gnarling
sorrow hath le
sse power to bite,
557.26585The man that mocks at it, and
sets it light
. 558586Bul. Oh who can hold a
fier in his hand,
559587By thinking on the fro
sty Cauca
sus
? 560588Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
561589By bare imagination of a fea
st?
562590Or wallow naked in December
snow,
563591By thinking on fanta
sticke
sommers heate?
564592Oh no, the apprehen
sion of the good,
565593Giues but the greater feeling to the wor
se:
566594Fell
sorrowes tooth doth neuer ranckle more,
567595Then when he bites, but launceth not the
soare
. 568596Gaun. Come come my
sonne Ile bring thee on thy way,
569597Had I thy youth and cau
se, I would not
stay.
570598Bul. Then Englands ground farewell,
sweet
soile adiew,
571599My mother and my nur
se that beares me yet,
572600Where eare I wander boa
st of this I can,
573601Though bani
sht, yet a true borne Engli
sh man
. Exeunt. 575602 Enter the King with Bushie, &c at one dore, and the 603Lord Aumarle at another. 576604King We did ob
serue. Coo
sen Aumarle,
577605How far brought you high Hereford on his way?
578606Aum. I brought high Herford, if you call him
so,
579607But to the next high way, and there I left him.
580608King And
say, what
store of parting teares were
shed
? 581609Aum. Faith none for me, except the Northea
st winde,
582610Which then blew bitterly again
st our faces,
583611Awakt the
sleeping rhewme, and
so by chance
584612Did grace our hollow parting with a teare.
585613King What
said our cou
sin when you parted with him?
586614Aum. Farewel, & for my hart di
sdained that my tongue
587615Should
so prophane the word that taught me craft,
588616To counterfaite oppre
ssion of
such griefe,
589617That words
seemd buried in my
sorrowes graue:
590618Marry would the word Farewel haue lengthned howers,
591619And added yeares to his
short bani
shment,
592620He
should haue had a volume of farewels:
593621But
since it would not, he had none of me
. 594622King. He is our Coo
sens Coo
sin, but tis doubt,
595623When time
shall call him home from bani
shment,
596624Whether our kin
sman come to
see his friends.
598626Ob
serued his court
ship to the common people,
599627How he did
seeme to diue into their harts,
600628With humble and familiar courte
sie,
601629With reuerence he did throw away on
slaues,
602630Wooing poore craft
smen with the craft of
smiles.
603631And patient vnder-bearing of his fortune,
604632As twere to bani
sh their a
ffe
cts with him,
605633O
ff goes his bonnet to an oy
sterwench,
606634A brace of draimen bid God
speed him well,
607635And had the tribute of his
supple knee,
608636With thankes my countreymen my louing friendes,
609637As were our England in reuer
sion his,
610638And he our
subie
cts next degree in hope.
611639Greene. Wel, he is gone, and with him go the
se thoughts,
612640Now for the rebels which
stand out in Ireland,
613641Expedient mannage mu
st be made my liege,
614642Ere further ley
sure yeeld them further meanes,
615643For their
aduantage and your highnes lo
sse.
616644King. We will our
selfe in per
son to this warre,
617645And for our co
ffers with too great a court,
618646And liberall larges are growen
somewhat light,
619647We are infor
st to farm our royall Realme,
620648The reuenew whereof
shall furni
sh vs,
621649For our a
ffaires in hand if that come
short,
622650Our
sub
stitutes at home
shall haue blanke charters,
623651Whereto, when they
shal know what men are rich,
624652They
shal
sub
scribe them for large
summes of gold,
625653And
send them after to
supply our wants,
626654For we will make for Ireland pre
sently.
627655 Enter Bushie with newes. 629656Bush. Olde Iohn of Gaunt is grieuous
sicke my Lord,
630657Sodainely taken, and hath
sent po
st ha
ste,
631658To intreate your Maie
stie to vi
site him.
634661King Now put it (God) in the Phy
sitions mind,
635662To help him to his graue immediatly:
636663The lining of his co
ffers
shall make coates
637664To decke our
souldiers for
the
se Iri
sh warres.
638665Come gentlemen, lets all go vi
site him,
639666Pray God we may make ha
ste and come too late,
641668Enter Iohn of Gaunt sicke, with the duke of Yorke, &c. 642669Gaunt. Wil the King come that I may breathe my la
st? 643670In hol
some coun
sell to his vn
staied youth.
644671Yorke Vex not your
selfe, nor
striue not with your breath,
645672For all in vaine comes coun
sell to his eare.
646673Gaunt. Oh but they
say, the tongues of dying men,
647674Inforce attention like deepe harmony:
648675Where words are
scarce they are
seldome
spent in vaine,
649676For they breathe truth that breathe their wordes in paine:
650677He that no more mu
st say, is li
stened more
651678Than they whom youth and ea
se haue taught to glo
se,
652679More are mens ends markt than their liues before:
653680The
setting Sunne, and Mu
sike at the clo
se,
654681As the la
st ta
ste of
sweetes is
sweete
st la
st,
655682Writ in remembrance more than things long pa
st,
656683Though Richard my liues coun
sell would not heare,
657684My deaths
sad tale may yet vndeafe his eare.
658685Yorke No, it is
stopt with other
flattering
soundes,
659686As prai
ses of who
se ta
ste the wi
se are found
660687La
sciuious meeters, to who
se venome
sound
661688The open eare of youth doth aIwayes li
sten,
662689Report of fa
shions in proude Italie,
663690Who
se maners
still our tardy api
sh nation
664691Limps after in ba
se imitation:
665692Where doth the world thru
st forth a vanitie,
666693So it be new, theres no re
spe
ct how vile,
667694That is not quickly buzde into his eares
? 668695Then all too late comes Coun
sell to be heard,
669696Where will doth mutiny with wits regard
: 670697Dire
ct not him who
se way him
selfe wil chu
se,
671698Tis breath thou lack
st and that breath wilt thou loo
se.
672699Gaunt Me thinkes I am a prophet new in
spirde,
673700And thus expiring do foretell of him,
674701His ra
sh fierce blaze of ryot cannot la
st:
675702For violent
fires
soone burne out them
selues
. 676703Small
shoures la
st long, but
sodaine
stormes are
short
: 677704He tires betimes that
spurs too fa
st betimes
678705With eagre feeding foode doth choke the feeder,
679706Light vanitie in
satiate cormorant,
680707Con
suming meanes
soone praies vpon it
selfe
: 681708This royall throne of Kings, this
sceptred Ile,
682709This earth of maie
stie, this
seate of Mars,
683710This other Eden, demy Paradice,
684711This fortre
sse built by Nature for her
selfe,
685712Again
st infe
ction and the hand of warre,
686713This happy breede of men, this little world,
687714This precious
stone
set in the
siluer
sea,
688715Which
serues it in the of
fice of a wall,
689716Or as moate defen
siue to a hou
se,
690717Again
st the enuie of
le
sse happier lands.
691718This ble
ssed plot, this earth, this realme, this England,
692719This nur
se, this teeming wombe of royall Kings,
693720Feard by their breed, and famous by theyr byrth,
694721Renowned for theyr deedes as far from home,
695722For chri
stian
seruice, and true chiualry,
696723As is the
sepulchre in
stubburne Iewry,
697724Of the worlds
ran
some ble
ssed Maries
sonne:
698725This land of
such deare
soules, this deere deere land,
699726Deare for her reputation through the world,
700727Is now lea
sde out; I dye pronouncing it,
701728Like to a tenement or pelting Farme.
702729England bound in with the triumphant
sea,
703730Who
se rockie
shoare beates backe the enuious
siege
704731Of watry Neptune, is now bound in with
shame,
705732With inckie blots, and rotten parchment bonds:
706733That England that was wont to conquer others,
707734Hath made a
shamefull conque
st of it selfe:
708735Ah would the
scandall vani
sh with my life,
709736How happy then were my en
suing death?
712737Yorke The King is come, deale mildely with his youth,
713738For young hot colts being ragde, do rage the more.
710739Enter king and Queene, &c. 714740Queene How fares our noble vncle Lanca
ster?
715741King What comfort man? how i
st with aged Gaunt?
716742Gaunt O how that name be
fits my compo
sition!
717743Old Gaunt indeede, and gaunt in being olde:
718744Within me Griefe hath kept a tedious fa
st.
719745And who ab
staines from meate that is not gaunt
? 720746For
sleeping England long time haue I watcht,
721747Watching breedes leanene
sse, leanene
sse is all gaunt
: 722748The plea
sure that
some fathers feede vpon
723749Is my
stri
ct fa
st; I meane my childrens lookes,
724750And therein fa
sting ha
st thou made me gaunt
: 725751Gaunt am I for the graue, gaunt as a graue,
726752Who
se hollow wombe inherites naught but bones
. 727753King Can
sicke men play
so nicely with their names
? 728754Gaunt No mi
sery makes
sport to mocke it
selfe,
729755Since thou do
st seeke to kill my name in me,
730756I mocke my name (great King) to
flatter thee.
731757King Should dying men
flatter with tho
se that liue
? 732758Gaunt No no, men liuing
flatter tho
se that die.
733759King. Thou now a dying
saye
st thou
flattere
st me.
734760Gaunt. Oh no, thou die
st, though I the
sicker be.
735761King. I am in health, I breathe, and
see thee ill.
736762Gaunt. Now he that made me knowes I
see theei
ll. 737763Ill in my
selfe to
see, and in thee,
seeing i
ll,
738764Thy death-bed is no le
sser than thy land,
739765Wherein thou lie
st in reputation
sicke,
740766And thou too carele
sse pacient as thou art
741767Commit
st thy annoynted body to the cure
742768Of
tho
se Phy
sitions that
fir
st wounded thee,
743769A thou
sand
flatterers
sit within thy Crowne,
744770Who
se compa
sse is no bigger than thy head,
745771And yet inraged in
so
small a verge,
746772The wa
ste is no whit le
sser than thy land:
747773Oh had thy grand
sire with a Prophets eie,
748774Seene how his
sonnes
sonne
should de
stroy his
sonnes,
749775From forth thy reach he would haue Iaid thy
shame,
750776Depo
sing thee before thou wert po
sse
st,
751777Which art po
sse
st now to depo
se thy
selfe:
752778Why cou
sin wert thou regent of the world,
753779It were a
shame to let this land by lea
se:
754780But for thy world enioying but this land,
755781Is it not more than
shame to
shame it
so
? 756782Landlord of England art thou now not, not King,
757783Thy
state of lawe is bond
slaue to the lawe,
759785King. A lunatike leane-witted foole,
760786Pre
suming on an agues priuiledge,
761787Dare
st with thy frozen admonition
762788Make pale our cheeke, cha
sing the royall bloud
763789With furie from his natiue re
sidence.
764790Now by my
seates right royall maie
stie,
765791Wert thou not brother to great Edwards
sonne,
766792This tong that runnes
so roundly in thy head,
767793Should runne thy head from thy vnreuerent
shoulders
. 768794Gaunt Oh
spare me not my brothers Edwards
sonne,
769795For that I was his father Edwards
sonne,
770796That bloud already like the Pellican,
771797Ha
st thou tapt out and drunkenly carow
st,
772798My brother Gloce
ster plaine well meaning
soule,
773799Whom faire befall in heauen mong
st happy
soules,
774800Maie be a pre
sident and witnes good:
775801That thou re
spe
ctst not
spilling Edwards bloud
: 776802Ioine with the pre
sent
sicknes that I haue,
777803And thy vnkindnes be like crooked age,
778804To crop at once a too long withered
flower,
779805Liue in thy
shame, but die not
shame with thee,
780806The
se words hereafter thy tormentors be,
781807Convay me to my bed then to my graue,
782808Loue they to liue that loue and honour haue.
783810King And let them die that age and
sullens haue,
784811For both ha
st thou, and both become the graue.
785812Yorke I doe be
seech your Maie
sty, impute his words
786813To waiward
sicklines and age in him,
787814He loues you on my life, and holdes you deere,
788815As Harry Duke of Hereford were he here.
789816King Right, you
say true, as Herefords loue,
so his
790817As theirs,
so mine, and all be as it is.
792818North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your Ma
-(ie
stie
. 795820North. Nay nothing, all is
said
: 796821His tongue is now a
stringle
sse in
strument,
797822Words, life, and al, old Lanca
ster hath
spent
. 798823Yorke Be Yorke the next that mu
st be bankrout
so,
799824Though death be poore, it ends a mortall wo.
800825King The ripe
st fruit
fir
st fals, and
so doth he,
801826His time is
spent, our pilgrimage mu
st be;
802827So much for that. Now for our Iri
sh wars,
803828We mu
st supplant tho
se rough rugheaded kerne,
804829Which liue like venome, where no venome el
se,
805830But onely they haue priuiledge to liue.
806831And for the
se great a
ffaires do aske
some charge,
807832Towards our a
ssi
stance we doe
seaze to vs:
808833The plate, coine, reuenewes, and moueables
809834Whereof our Vnckle Gaunt did
stand po
sse
st.
810835Yorke How long
shal I be patient
? ah how long
811836Shall tender duty make me
su
ffer wrong?
812837Not Gloce
sters death, nor Herefords bani
shment,
813838Nor Gauntes rebukes, nor Englands priuate wrongs,
814839Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke,
815840About his mariadge, nor my owne di
sgrace,
816841Haue euer made me
sower my patient cheeke,
817842Or bende one wrinckle on my
soueraignes face
: 818843I am the la
st of noble Edwards
sonnes,
819844Of whom thy father Prince of Wales was
fir
st 820845In warre was neuer Lyon ragde more
fierce,
821846In peace was neuer gentle lambe more milde,
822847Then was that young and princely Gentleman:
823848His face thou ha
st, for euen
so lookt he,
824849Accompli
sht with a number of thy howers;
825850But when he frowned it was again
st the french,
826851And not again
st his friends
: his noble hand
827852Did win what he did
spende, and
spent not that
828853Which his triumphant fathers hand had wonne:
829854His hands were guilty of no kinred bloud,
830855But bloudie with the enemies of his kinne:
831856Oh Richard: Yorke is too far gone with griefe,
832857Or el
se he neuer would compare betweene.
833858King Why Vnckle whats the matter?
835859Yorke Oh my liege, pardone me if you plea
se,
836860If not I plea
sd not to be pardoned, am content with all,
837861Seeke you to
seaze and gripe into your hands
838862The roialties and rights of bani
sht Hereford:
839863Is not Gaunt dead? and doth not Hereford liue
? 840864Was not Gaunt iu
st? and is not Harrie true?
841865Did not the one de
serue to haue an heire?
842866Is not his heire a well de
seruing
sonne?
843867Take Herefordes rightes away, and take from time
844868His charters, and his cu
stomarie rightes;
845869Let not to morrow then en
sue to daie:
846870Be not thy
selfe. For how ait thou a King
847871But by faire
sequence and
succe
ssion
? 848872Now afore God God forbidde I
say true,
849873If you doe wrongfully
seaze Herefords rightes,
850874Call in the letters patents that he hath
851875By his attourneies generall to
sue
852876His liuery, and deny his o
ffred homage,
853877You plucke a thou
sand dangers on your head,
854878You loo
se a thou
sand well di
spo
sed hearts,
855879And pricke my tender patience to tho
se thoughts,
856880Which honour, and alleageance cannot thinke.
857881King Thinke what you wil, we cea
se into our hands
858882His plate, his goods, his money and his landes.
859883Yorke Ile not be by the while, my liege farewell,
860884What will en
sue hereof thers none can tell:
861885But by bad cour
ses may be vnder
stood
862886That their euents can neuer fall out good.
Exit. 863887King Go Bu
shie to the Earle of Wilt
shire
straight,
864888Bid him repaire to vs to Ely hou
se,
865889To
see this bu
sines
: to morrow next
866890We will for Ireland, and tis time I trow,
867891And we create in ab
sence of our
selfe,
868892Our Vnckle Yorke Lord gouernour of England;
869893For he is iu
st, and alwaies loued vs well
: 870894Come on our Queene, to morrow mu
st we part,
871895Be merry, for our time of
staie is
short
. 896 Exeunt King and Queene: Manet North. 873897North. Well Lords, the Duke of Lanca
ster is dead.
874898Rosse And liuing to, for now his
sonne is Duke
. 875899Will. Barely in title, not in reuenewes.
876900North. Richly in both if
iu
stice had her right
. 877901Rosse My heart is great, but it mu
st breake with
silence,
878902Eart be di
sburdened with a liberall tongue
. 879903North. Nay
speake thy mind, & let him nere
speake more
880904That
speakes thy words
againe to doe thee harme.
881905Wil. Tends that thou would
st speake to the Duke of Her
-(ford
? 882906If it be
so, out with it boldlyman,
883907Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him.
884908Rosse No good at all that I can doe for him,
885909Vnle
sse you call it good to pitty him,
886910Bereft, and gelded of his patrimony.
887911North. Now afore God tis
shame
such wrongs are borne,
889912In him a royall Prince and many mo,
890913Of noble bloud in this declining land,
891914The King is not him
selfe, but ba
sely led
892915By
flatterers, and what they will informe,
893916Meerely in hate gain
st any of vs all,
894917That will the King
seuerely pro
secute,
895918Gain
st vs, our liues, our children, and our heires.
896919Rosse The commons hath he pild with grieuous taxes,
897920And quite lo
st their hearts. The nobles hath he
finde,
898921For ancient quarrels and quite lo
st their hearts
. 899922Willo. And daily new exa
ctions are deui
sde,
900923As blanckes, beneuolences, and I wot not what:
901924But what a Gods name doth become of this
? 902925North. Wars hath not wa
sted it, for warrde he hath not,
903926But ba
sely yeelded vpon compromi
se,
904927That which his noble aunce
stors atchiued with blowes,
905928More hath he
spent in peace then they in wars.
906929Rosse The Earle of Wilt
shire hath the realme in farme.
907930Will. The King growen banckrout like a broken man
. 908931North. Reproch and di
ssolution hangeth ouer him.
909932Rosse He hath not money for the
se Iri
sh wars,
910933His burthenous taxations notwith
standing,
911934But by the robbing of
the bani
sht Duke.
912935North. His noble kin
sman mo
st degenerate King,
913936But Lords we heare this fearefull tempe
st sing,
914937Yet
seeke no
shelter to auoid the
storme:
915938We
see the wind
sit
sore vpon our
sailes,
916939And yet we
strike not, but
securely peri
sh.
917940Rosse We
see the very wracke that we mu
st su
ffer,
918941And vnauoided is the danger now
919942For
su
ffering
so the cau
ses of our wracke.
920943North. Not
so, euen through the hollow eies of death,
921944I
spie life peering but I dare not
say
. 922945How neere the tidings of our comfort is.
923946Wil. Nay let vs
share thy thoughts as thou do
st ours.
924947Rosse Be con
fident to
speake Northumberland
925948We three are but thy
selfe, and
speaking
so
926949Thy words are but as thoughts, therefore be bold.
927950North. Then thus, I haue from
le Port Blan 928951A Bay in Brittaine receiude intelligence,
929952That Harry duke of Herford, Rainold L. Cobham
930953That late broke from the Duke of Exeter
931954His brother, archbi
shop late of Canterburie,
932955Sir Thomas Erpingham,
sir Iohn Ram
ston,
933956Sir Iohn Norbery,
sir Robert Waterton, and Francis Coines;
934957All the
se well furni
shed by the Duke of Brittaine
935958With eight tall
shippes, three thou
sand men of warre,
936959Are making hither with all due expedience,
937960And
shortly meane to touch our Northerne
shore:
938961Perhaps they had ere this but that they
stay
939962The
fir
st departing of the King for Ireland.
940963If
then we
shall
shake o
ff our
slaui
sh yoke,
941964Impe out our drowping countries broken wing,
942965Redeeme from Broking pawne the blemi
sht Crowne,
943966Wipe o
ff the du
st that hides our Scepters guilt,
944967And make high Maie
stie looke like it
selfe,
945968Away with me in po
st to Rauen
spurgh:
946969But if you faint, as fearing to do
so,
947970Stay, and be
secret, and my
selfe will go.
948971Rosse To hor
se, to hor
se, vrge doubts to them that feare.
949972Willo. Holde out my hor
se, and I will
fir
st be there.
952974Enter the Queene, Bushie, Bagot. 953975Bush. Madam, your maie
stie is too much
sad,
954976You promi
st, when you parted with the King,
955977To lay a
side life-harming heauines,
956978And entertaine a cheerefull di
spo
sition.
957979Queene To plea
se the king I did, to plea
se my
selfe
958980I cannot do it; yet I know no cau
se
959981Why I
should welcome
such a gue
st as Griefe,
960982Saue bidding farewell to
so
sweete a gue
st,
961983As my
sweete Richard: yet agayne me thinkes
962984Some vnborne
sorrow ripe in Fortunes wombe,
963985Is comming towardes me and my inward
soule,
964986With nothing trembles, at
something it grieues,
965987More then with parting from my Lord the King.
966988Bushie Each
sub
stance of a griefe hath twenty
shadowes,
967989Which
shewes like griefe it
selfe, but is not
so:
968990For Sorrowes eyes glazed with blinding teares,
969991Diuides one thing entire to many obie
cts,
970992Like per
spe
ctiues, which rightly gazde vpon
971993Shew nothing but confu
sion; eyde awry,
972994Di
stingui
sh forme:
so your
sweet maie
stie,
973995Looking awry vpon your Lords departure,
974996Finde
shapes of griefe more than him
selfe to waile,
975997Which lookt on as it is, is naught but
shadows
976998Of what it is not; then thrice (gracious Queene)
977999More then your Lords departure weep not, more is not
seen
9781000Or if it be, tis with fal
se Sorrowes eye,
9791001Which for things true, weepes things imaginarie.
9801002Queene It may be
so; but yet my inward
soule
9811003Per
swades me it is otherwi
se: how ere it be,
9821004I cannot but be
sad:
so heauie
sad,
9831005As thought on thinking on no thought I thinke,
9841006Makes me with heauy nothing faint and
shrinke.
9851007Bush. Tis nothing but conceit my gratious Lady.
9861008Queene Tis nothing le
sse: conceit is
still deriude,
9871009From
some forefather griefe, mine is not
so,
9881010For nothing hath begot my
something griefe.
9891011Or
something hath the nothing that I grieue,
9901012Tis in reuer
sion that I do po
sse
sse,
9911013But what it is that is not yet knowen what,
9921014I cannot name, tis namele
sse woe I wot.
9941015Greene God
saue your maie
sty, and well met Gentlemen,
9951016I hope the King is not yet
shipt for Ireland.
9961017Queene Why hope
st thou
so? tis better hope he is,
9971018For his de
signes craue ha
ste, his ha
ste good hope:
9981019Then wherefore do
st thou hope he is not
shipt
? 9991020Greene That he our hope might haue retirde his power,
10001021And driuen into de
spaire an enemies hope,
10011022Who
strongly hath
set footing in this land,
10021023The bani
sht Bullingbrooke repeales him
selfe,
10031024And with vplifted armes is
safe ariude at Rauen
spurgh.
10051025Queene Now God in heauen forbid.
10061026Greene Ah Madam! tis too true, and that is wor
se:
10071027The lord Northumberland, his
son yong
H. Percie,
10081028The lords of Ro
sse, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
10091029With all their powerful friends are
fled to him
. 10101030Bush. Why haue you not proclaimd Northumberland
10111031And al the re
st reuolted fa
ction, traitours ?
10121032Greene We haue, whereupon the earle of Worce
ster
10131033Hath broken his Sta
ffe, re
signd his Steward
ship,
10141034And al the hou
shold
seruants
fled with him to Bullingbrook
10151035Queene So Greene, thou art the midwife to my woe,
10161036And Bullingbrooke my
sorowes di
small heire,
10171037Now hath my
soule brought forth her prodigie,
10181038And I a ga
sping new deliuerd mother,
10191039Haue woe to woe,
sorow to
sorow ioynde
10221042I will di
spaire and be at enmitie
10231043With cou
sening Hope, he is a
flatterer,
10241044A para
site, a keeper backe of Death,
10251045Who gently would di
ssolue the bands of life,
10261046Which fal
se Hope lingers in extremitie.
10281047Greene Here comes the Duke of Yorke.
10291048Queene With
signes of war about his aged necke,
10301049Oh ful of carefull bu
sines are his lookes!
10311050Vncle, for Gods
sake
speake comfortable wordes.
1031.11051Yorke Should I do
so I
should bely my thoughts,
10321052Comfort's in heauen, and we are on the earth,
10331053Where nothing liues but cro
sses, cares and griefe:
10341054Your husband, he is gone to
saue far o
ff,
10351055Whil
st others come to make him loo
se at home:
10361056Heere am I left to vnderprop his land,
10371057Who weake with age cannot
support my
selfe,
10381058Now comes the
sicke houre that his
surfet made,
10391059Now
shall he trie his friends that
flatterd him.
10411060Seruingman My Lord, your
son was gone before I came
. 10421061Yorke He was; why
so go all which way it will:
10431062The nobles they are
fled, the commons they are colde,
10441063And will (I feare) reuolt
on Herefords
side.
10451064Sirra, get thee to Pla
shie to my
sister Gloce
ster,
10461065Bid her
send me pre
sently a thou
sand pound,
10481067Seruingman My Lord, I had forgot to tel your Lord
ship:
10491068To day as I came by I called there,
10501069But I
shall grieue you to report the re
st.
10521071Seruingman An houre before I came the Dutche
sse died.
10531072Yorke God for his mercy, what a tide of woes
10541073Comes ru
shing on this wofull land at once
! 10551074I know not what to do: I would to God,
10561075(So my vntruth had not prouokt him to it)
10571076The King had cut o
ff my head with my brothers
. 10581077What are there no Po
sts di
spatcht for Ireland?
10591078How
shal we do for money for the
se wars
? 10601079Come
sister, cou
sin I would
say, pray pardon me:
10611080Go fellow get thee home, prouide
some cartes,
10621081And bring away the armour that is there.
10631082Gentlemen, will you go mu
ster men
? 10641083If I know how or which way to order the
se a
ffayres
10651084Thus di
sorderly thru
st into my hands,
10661085Neuer beleeue me: both are my kin
smen,
10671086Tone is my
soueraigne, whom both my oath
10681087And duety bids defend; tother againe
10691088Is my kin
sman, whom the King hath wrongd,
10701089Whom con
science, and my kinred bids to right.
10711090Wel
somewhat we mu
st do: Come cou
sin,
10721091Ile di
spo
se of you: Gentlemen, go mu
ster vp your men,
10731092And meete me pre
sently at Barkly:
10741093I
should to Pla
shie too, but time wil not permit:
10751094All is vneuen, and euery thing is left at
sixe and
seauen.
1095 Exeunt Duke, Qu man. Bush. Green. 10761096Bush. The winde
sits faire for newes to go for Ireland,
10771097But none returnes. For vs to leuie power
10781098Proportionable to the enemy is all vnpo
ssible.
10791099Gree. Be
sides our neerenes to the King in loue,
10801100Is neare the hate of tho
se loue not the King.
10811101Bag. And that is the wauering commons, for their loue
10821102Lies in their pur
ses, and who
so empties them,
10831103By
so much
fils their hearts with deadly hate.
10841104Bush. Wherein the King
stands generally condemnd.
10851105Bag. If iudgment lie in them, then
so do we,
10861106Becau
se we euer haue beene neere the King.
10871107Gree. Well I will for refuge
straight to Bri
st. Ca
stle,
10881108The Earle of Wilt
shire is already there.
10891109Bush. Thither will I with you, for little of
fice
10901110Will the hatefull commons perfourme for vs,
10911111Except like curs to teare vs all to pieces:
10931113Bag. No, I will to Ireland to his Maie
sty,
10941114Farewell if hearts pre
sages be not vaine,
10951115We three here part that nere
shall meete againe
. 10961116Bush. Thats as Yorke thriues to beat backe Bullingbrook.
10971117Gree. Alas poore Duke the taske he vndertakes,
10981118Is numbring
sands, and drinking Oceans drie,
10991119Where one on his
side
fights, thou
sands will
flie:
11001120Farewell
at once, for once, for all, and euer.
11011121Bush. Well, we may meete againe.
11041123 Enter Hereford, Northumberland. 11061124Bull. How far is it my Lord to Barckly now?
11081126I am a
stranger here in Gloce
ster
shire,
11091127The
se high wild hils and rough vneuen waies,
11101128Drawes out our miles and makes them weari
some,
11111129And yet your faire di
scour
se hath beene as
sugar,
11121130Making the hard way
sweete and dele
ctable,
11131131But I bethinke me what a weary way
11141132From Rauen
spurgh to Cot
shall will be found,
11151133In Ro
sse and Willoughby wanting your company,
11161134Which I prote
st hath very much beguild,
11171135The tediou
sne
sse and proce
sse of my trauell:
11181136But theirs is
sweetned with the hope to haue
11191137The pre
sent bene
fit which I po
sse
sse,
11201138And hope to ioy is little le
sse in ioye,
11211139Then hope enioyed: by this the weary Lords
11221140Shall make their way
seeme
short as mine hath done,
11231141By
sight of what I haue, your noble company.
11241142Bull. Of much le
sse value is my company,
11251143Then your good wordes
. But who comes here?
11271145North. It is my
sonne young Harry Per
sy,
11281146Sent from my brother Worce
ster whence
soeuer.
11301148H.Per. I had thought my Lord to haue learned his health(of you.
11321149North. Why is he not with the Queene?
11331150H.Per. No my good Lord, he hath for
sooke the court,
11341151Broken his
sta
ffe of of
fice and di
sper
st 11361153North. What was his rea
son, he was not
so re
solude,
11381155H Per. Becau
se your
Lowas proclaimed traitor,
11391156But he my
Lo:is gone to Rauen
spurgh,
11401157To o
ffer
seruice to the Duke of Hereford,
11411158And
sent me ouer by Barckly to di
scouer,
11421159What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there,
11431160Then with dire
ctions to repaire to Rauen
spurgh
. 11441161North. Haue you forgot the Duke of Herefords boy?
11451162H.Per. No my good
Lo: for that is not forgot,
11461163Which nere I did remember, to my knowledge
11471164I neuer in my life did looke on him
. 11481165North. Then learne to know him now, this is the Duke
. 11501166H.Per. My gratious
Lo: I tender you my
seruice,
11511167Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,
11521168Which elder daies
shal ripen and con
firme
11531169To more approued
seruice and de
sert.
11541170Bull. I thanke thee gentle Per
sy, and be
sure,
11551171I count my
selfe in nothing el
se
so happy,
11561172As
in a
soule remembring my good friends,
11571173And as my fortune ripens with thy loue,
11581174It
shalbe
still thy true loues recompence,
11591175My heart this couenant makes, my hand thus
seales it
. 11601176North. How farre is it to Barckly, and what
slur
11611177Keepes good old Yorke there with his men of war
? 11621178H.Per. There
stands the Ca
stle by yon tuft of trees,
11631179Mand with 300
. men as I haue heard,
11641180And in it are the Lords
of
Yorke Barkly and Seymer,
11651181None el
se of name and noble e
stimate.
11671182North. Here come the Lords of Ro
sse and Willoughby,
11681183Bloudy with
spurring,
fiery red with ha
ste.
11691184Bull. Welcome my Lords, I wot your loue pur
sues,
11701185A bani
sht traitor: all my trea
sury
11711186Is yet but vnfelt thanks, which more inricht,
11721187Shalbe your loue and labours recompence.
11731188Rosse Your pre
sence makes vs rich, mo
st noble Lord.
11741189Wil. And far
surmounts our labour to attaine it.
11751190Bul. Euermore thanke's the exchequer of the poore,
11761191Which till my infant fortune comes to yeares,
11771192Stands for my bounty: but who comes here?
11791193North. It is my Lord of Barkly as I gue
sse.
11801194Barkly My Lord of Hereford my me
ssage is to you.
11811195Bul. My Lord my an
swere is to Lanca
ster,
11821196And I am come to
seeke that name in England,
11831197And I mu
st find that title in your tongue,
11841198Before I make reply to ought you
say
. 11851199Bar. Mi
stake me not my Lord, tis not my meaning,
11861200To race one title of your honor out:
11871201To you my Lo: I come, what Lo
: you will,
11881202From the mo
st gratious regent of this land
11891203The Duke of Yorke: to know what prickes you on,
11901204To take aduantage of the ab
sent time,
11911205And fright our natiue peace with
selfe
borne armes?
11931206Bull. I
shall not need tran
sport my words by you,
11941207Here comes his grace in per
son, my noble Vnckle.
11951208Yorke Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
11961209Who
se duety is deceiueable and fal
se.
11981211Yor. Tut tut, grace me no grace, nor vnckle me no vnckle,
11991212I am no traitors Vnckle, and that word Grace
12001213In an vngratious mouth is but prophane:
12011214Why haue tho
se bani
sht and forbidden legs,
12021215Dard once to touch a du
st of Englands ground:
12031216But
then more why? why haue they dard to march
12041217So many miles vpon her peacefull bo
some,
12051218Frighting her pale fac't villadges with warre,
12061219And o
stentation of de
spi
sed armes?
12071220Com
st thou becau
se the annointed king is hence
? 12081221Why fooli
sh boy the King is left behinde,
12091222And in my loiall bo
some lies his power,
12101223Were I but now Lord of
such hot youth,
12111224As when braue Gaunt thy father and my
selfe,
12121225Re
scued the blacke prince that young Mars of men
. 12131226From forth the ranckes of many thou
sand french,
12141227O then how quickly
should this arme of mine,
12151228Now pri
soner to the Pal
sie cha
sti
se thee,
12161229And mini
ster corre
ction to thy fault!
12171230Bull. My gratious Vnckle let me know my fault,
12181231On what condition
stands it and wherein?
12191232Yorke Euen in condition of the wor
st degree,
12201233In gro
sse rebellion and dete
sted trea
son,
12211234Thou art a bani
sht man and here art come,
12221235Before the expiration of thy time,
12231236In brauing armes again
st thy
soueraigne.
12241237Bull. As I was bani
sht, I was bani
sht Hereford,
12251238But as I come, I come for Lanca
ster
. 12261239And noble Vnckle I be
seech your grace,
12271240Looke on my wrongs with an indi
fferent eie:
12281241You are my father, for me thinkes in you
12291242I
see old Gaunt aliue. Oh then my father,
12301243Will you permit that I
shall
stand condemnd
12311244A wandering vagabond, my rights and royalties
12321245Pluckt from my armes perforce; and giuen away
12331246To vp
start vnthrifts? wherefore was I borne?
12341247If that my cou
sin King be King in England,
12351248It mu
st be granted I am duke of Lanca
ster:
12361249You haue a
sonne, Aumerle, my noble cou
sin,
12371250Had you
fir
st died, and he bin thus trod downe,
12381251He
should haue found his vncle Gaunt a father,
12391252To rowze his wrongs and cha
se them to the baie.
12401253I am denyed to
sue my Liuery here,
12411254And yet my letters pattents giue me leaue.
12421255My fathers goods are all di
strainde and
sold,
12431256And the
se, and all, are all ami
sse employed.
12441257What would you haue me do
? I am a
subie
ct;
12451258And I challenge law, Atturnies are denied me,
12461259And therefore per
sonally I lay my claime
12471260To my inheritance of
free de
scent.
12481261North. The noble Duke hath bin too much abu
sed.
12491262Rosse It
stands your Grace vpon to do him right.
12501263Willo. Ba
se men by his endowments are made great.
12511264Yorke My Lords
of England, let me tell you this:
12521265I haue had feeling of my cou
sins wrongs,
12531266And labourd all I could to do him right:
12541267But in this kind to come, in brauing armes
12551268Be his owne caruer, and cut out his way,
12561269To
finde out right wyth wrong it may not be:
12571270And you that do abette him in this kinde,
12581271Cheri
sh rebellion, and are rebells all.
12591272North. The noble Duke hath
sworne his comming is,
12601273But for his owne; and for the right of that,
12611274We al haue
strongly
sworne to giue him ayde:
12621275And let him neuer
see ioy that breakes that oath.
12631276Yorke Wel wel, I
see the i
ssue of the
se armes,
12641277I cannot mend it I mu
st needes confe
sse,
12651278Becau
se my power is weake and all ill left:
12661279But if
I could, by him that gaue me life,
12671280I would attach you all, and make you
stoope
12681281Vnto the
soueraigne mercie of the king;
12691282But
since I cannot, be it knowen vnto you,
12701283I do remaine as newter,
so fare you well,
12711284Vnle
sse you plea
se to enter in the ca
stle,
12721285And there repo
se you for this night.
12731286Bull. An o
ffer vncle that we will accept,
12741287But we mu
st winne your Grace to go with vs,
12751288To Bri
stow ca
stle, which they
say is held
12761289By Bu
shie, Bagot, and their complices,
12771290The caterpillers of the commonwealth,
12781291Which I haue
sworne to weede and plucke away.
12791292Yorke It may be I will go with you, but yet Ile paw
se.
12801293For I am loath to breake our countries lawes,
12811294Nor friends, nor foes to me welcome you are:
12821295Things pa
st redre
sse, are now with me pa
st care.
Exeunt. 12841296Enter erle of Salisbury and a Welch captaine. 12851297Welch. My lord of Salisbury, we haue
stayed ten dayes,
12861298And hardly kept our countrymen together,
12871299And yet we heare no tidings from the King,
12881300Therefore we will di
sper
se our
selues, farewell.
12891301Salis. Stay yet another day, thou tru
stie Welchman,
12901302The King repo
seth all his con
fidence in thee.
12911303Welch. Tis thought the King is dead; we wil not
stay,
12921304The bay trees in our country are al witherd,
12931305And Meteors fright the
fixed
starres of heauen,
12941306The pale-facde moone lookes bloudie on the earth,
12951307And leane-lookt prophets whi
sper fearefull change,
12961308Rich men looke
sad, and ru
ffians daunce and leape,
12971309The one in feare to loo
se what they enioy,
12981310The other to enioy by rage and warre:
12991311The
se
signes forerunne the death or fall of Kings.
13001312Farewell, our countrymen are gone and
fled,
13011313As well a
ssured Richard their King is dead.
13021314Salis. Ah Richard! with the eies of heauy mind
13031315I
see thy glory like a
shooting
starre
13041316Fall to the ba
se earth from the
firmament,
13051317Thy
sunne
sets weeping in the lowly we
st,
13061318Witne
ssing
stormes to come, wo, and vnre
st,
13071319Thy friends are
fled to wait vpon thy foes,
13081320And cro
sly to thy good all fortune goes.
13101321Enter Duke of Hereford, Yorke, Northumberland, 13141324Bu
shie and Greene, I will not vex your
soules,
13151325Since pre
sently your
soules mu
st part your bodies
13161326With too much vrging your pernitious liues,
13171327For twere no charitie; yet to wa
sh your bloud
13181328From o
ff my hands, heere in the view of men
13191329I will vnfold
some cau
ses of your deaths:
13201330You haue mi
sled a Prince, a royall King,
13211331A happy Gentleman in bloud and lineaments,
13221332By you vnhappied, and di
sfigured cleane,
13231333You haue in manner with your
sinfull houres
13241334Made a diuorce betwixt his Queene and him,
13251335Broke the po
sse
ssion of a royall bed,
13261336And
stainde the beutie of a faire Queenes cheekes
13271337With teares, drawen from her eies by your fowle wrongs,
13281338My
selfe a Prince, by fortune of my birth,
13291339Neere to the King in bloud, and neere in loue,
13301340Till you did make him mi
sinterpret me,
13311341Haue
stoopt my necke vnder your iniuries,
13321342And
sigh't my Engli
sh breath in forren cloudes,
13331343Eating the bitter bread of bani
shment,
13341344Whil
st you haue fed vpon my
segniories,
13351345Di
sparkt my parkes, and felld my forre
st woods,
13361346From my owne windowes torne my hou
shold coate,
13371347Rac't out my impree
se, leauing me no
signe,
13381348Saue mens
opinions, and my liuing bloud,
13391349To
shew the world I am a gentleman.
13401350This and much more, much more then twice all this
13411351Condemns you to the death:
see them deliuered ouer
13421352To execution and the hand of death.
13431353Bush. More welcome is the
stroke of death to me,
13441354Than Bullingbrooke to England, Lords farewell.
13451355Greene My comfort is, that heauen will take our
soules,
13461356And plague iniu
stice with the paines of hell
. 13471357Bul. My Lord Northumberland,
see them di
spatcht:
13481358Vncle, you
say the Queene is at your hou
se,
13491359For Gods
sake fairely let her be intreated,
13501360Tel her I
send to her my kinde commends;
13511361Take
special care my greetings be deliuered.
13521362Yorke A gentleman of mine I haue di
spatcht,
13531363With letters of your loue to her at large.
13541364Bul. Thankes (gentle vncle:) Come Lords, away,
13551365To
fight with Glendor and his complices,
13561366A while to worke, and after holiday.
Exeunt. 13601367Enter the King Aumerle, Carleil, &c. 13611368King Barkloughly ca
stle call they this at hand
? 13621369Aum. Yea my Lord, How brookes your Grace the ayre
13631370After your late to
ssing on the breaking
seas
? 13641371King Needes mu
st I like it well, I weepe for ioy,
13651372To
stand vpon my kingdome once againe:
13661373Deere earth I do
salute thee with my hand,
13671374Though rebels wound thee with their hor
ses hoofes:
13681375As a long parted mother with her childe
13691376Playes fondly with her teares and
smiles in meeting;
13701377So weeping,
smiling greete I thee my earth,
13711378And do thee fauours with my royall hands;
13721379Feede not thy Soueraignes foe, my gentle earth,
13731380Nor with thy
sweetes comfort his rauenous
sence,
13741381But let thy Spiders that
sucke vp thy venome,
13751382And heauy-gated toades lie in theyr way,
13761383Doing annoyance to the treacherous feete,
13771384Which with v
surping
steps do trample thee,
13781385Yeelde
stinging nettles to mine enemies:
13791386And when they from thy bo
some plucke a
flower,
13801387Guard it I pray thee with a lurking Adder,
13811388Who
se double tongue may wyth a mortall touch,
13821389Throwe death vpon thy
soueraignes enemies,
13831390Mocke not my
senceles coniuration Lords,
13841391This earth
shall haue a feeling, and the
se
stones,
13851392Proue armed
souldiers ere her natiue King,
13861393Shall faulter vnder foule rebellions armes.
13871394Carl. Feare not my Lord, that power that made you king,
13881395Hath power to keepe you king in
spight of all,
1388.11396The meanes that heauens yeeld mu
st be imbrac't
1388.31398And we will not, heauens o
ffer, we refu
se,
1388.41399The profered meanes of
succors and redre
sse.
13891400Aum. He meanes my Lo
: that we are too remi
sse,
13901401Whil
st Bullingbrooke through our
security,
13911402Growes
strong and great in
sub
stance and in power.
13921403King Di
scomfortable Coo
sen know
st thou not,
13931404That when the
searching eie of heauen is hid,
13941405Behinde the globe that lights the lower world,
13951406Then theeues and robbers range abroad vn
seene,
13961407In murthers and in outrage bouldy here,
13971408But when from vnder this terre
striall ball,
13981409He
fires the proud tops of the ea
sterne pines,
13991410And dartes his light through euery guilty hole,
14001411Then murthers, trea
sons and dete
sted
sinnes,
14011412The cloake of night being pluckt from o
ff their backs,
14021413Stand bare and naked trembling at them
selues?
14031414So when this thiefe, this traitor Bullingbrooke,
14041415Who all this while hath reueld in the night,
1404.11416Whil
st we were wandring with the Antipodes,
14051417Shall
see vs ri
sing in our throne the ea
st,
14061418His trea
sons will
sit blu
shing in his face,
14071419Not able to endure the
sight of day,
14081420But
selfe a
ffrighted tremble at his
sinne,
14091421Not all the water in the rough rude
sea,
14101422Can wa
sh the balme o
fffrom an annointed King,
14111423The breath of worldly men cannot depo
se,
14131425For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath pre
st,
14141426To lifte
shrewd
steele again
st our golden crowne,
14151427God for his
Ric: hath in heauenly pay,
14161428A glorious Angell; then if Angels
fight,
14171429Weake men mu
st fall, for heauen
still gardes the right
. 14191431King Welcome my
Lo: how far o
ff lies your power?
14201432Salis. Nor neare nor farther o
ff my gratious Lo:
14211433Than this weake arme; di
scomfort guides my tongue,
14221434And bids me
speake of nothing but De
spaire,
14231435One day too late I feare me noble
Lo: 14241436Hath clouded a
ll thy happy daies on earth:
14251437O call backe ye
sterday, bid Time returne,
14261438And thou
shalt haue twelue thou
sand
fighting men,
14271439To day to day vnhappie daie too late,
14281440Ouerthrowes thy ioies friends, fortune and thy
state,
14291441For all the Wel
shmen hearing thou wert dead,
14301442Are gone to Bullingbrooke di
sper
st and
fled.
14311443Aum. Comfort my liege, why lookes your grace
so pale.
14331444King But now the bloud of 20000. men,
14341445Did triumph in my face, and they are
fled:
14351446And till
so much bloud thither come againe,
14361447Haue I not rea
son to looke pale and dead?
14371448All
soules that wilbe
safe,
flie from my
side,
14381449For time hath
set a blot vpon my pride.
14391450Aum. Comfort my liege remember who you are
. 14401451King I had forgot my
selfe, am I not King?
14411452Awake thou coward Maie
sty thou
sleepe
st,
14421453Is not the Kings name twenty thou
sand names
? 14431454Arme arme, my name a puny
subie
ct strikes,
14441455At thy great glorie, looke not to the ground,
14451456Ye fauourites of a King, are we not high
? 14461457High be our thoughts, I know my Vnckle Yorke,
14471458Hath power enough to
serue our turne: but who comes here?
14491460Scro. More health and happines betide my liege,
14501461Then can my care tunde tongue deliuer him
. 14511462King Mine eare is open, and my hart prepard,
14521463The wor
st is worldly lo
sse thou can
st vnfold,
14531464Say, is my kingdome lo
st? why twas my care,
14541465And what lo
sse is it to be rid of care?
14551466Striues Bullingbrooke to be as great as we,
14561467Greater he
shall not be, if he
serue God,
14571468Weele
serue him to, and be his fellow
so:
14581469Reuolt our
subie
cts, that we cannot mende,
14591470They breake their faith to God as well as vs:
14601471Crie woe, de
stru
ction, ruine, and decay,
14611472The wor
st is death, and death will haue his day.
14621473Scro. Glad am I, that your highnes is
so armde,
14631474To beare the tidings of calamity,
14641475Like an vn
sea
sonable
stormie day,
14651476Which makes the
siluer riuers drowne their
shores,
14661477As if the world were all di
ssolude to teares:
14671478So high aboue his limits
swels the rage
14681479Of Bullingbrooke couering your fearefull land,
14691480With hard bright
steele, and harts harder then
steele,
14701481White beards haue armd their thin and haireles
scalpes
14711482Again
st thy maie
sty: boies with womens voices,
14721483Striue to
speake big and clap their femal ioints,
14731484In
sti
ffe vnweildy armes again
st thy crowne,
14741485Thy very bead
smen learne to bend their bowes,
14751486Of double fatall ewe again
st thy
state.
14761487Yea di
sta
ffe women mannage ru
stie bils
14771488Again
st thy
seate, both young and old rebell,
14781489And all goes wor
se then I haue power to tell.
14791490King Too well too well thou tel
st a tale
so ill,
14801491Where is the Earle of Wilt
shire
? where is Bagot?
14811492What is become of Bu
shie? where is Greene?
14821493That they haue let the dangerous enemy,
14831494Mea
sure our con
fines with
such peacefull
steps,
14841495If we preuaile, their heads
shall pay for it:
14851496I warrant they haue made peace with Bulling.
14861497Scro. Peace haue they made with him indeed my Lord.
14881498King Oh villaines, vipers, damnd without redemption,
14891499Dogs ea
sily woon to fawne on any man
. 14901500Snakes in my hart bloud warmd, that
sting my hart,
14911501Three Iuda
sses, each one thri
se wor
se then Iudas,
14921502Would they make peace? terrible hel,
14931503Make war vpon their
spotted
soules for this.
14941504Scro. Sweet loue I
see changing his property,
14951505Turnes to the
sowre
st and mo
st deadly hate,
14961506Againe, vncur
se their
soules, their peace is made
14971507With heads and not with hands, tho
se whom you cur
se
14981508Haue felt the wor
st of deathes de
stroying wound,
14991509And lie full low grau'd in the hollow ground.
15001510Aum. Is Bu
shie, Greene, and the Earle of Wilt
shire dead.
15021511Scro. I all of them at Bri
stow lo
st their heads.
15031512Aum. Where is the Duke my father with his power
? 15041513King No matter where, of comfort no man
speake:
15051514Lets talke of graues, of wormes, and Epitaphs,
15061515Make du
st our paper, and with rainy eies,
15071516Write
sorrow on the bo
some of the earth.
15081517Lets choo
se executors and talke of wils:
15091518And yet not
so, for what can we bequeath,
15101519Saue our depo
sed bodies to the ground?
15111520Our landes, our liues, and all are Bullingbrookes
. 15121521And nothing can we call our owne, but death:
15131522And that
small modle of the barren earth,
15141523Which
serues as pa
ste, and couer to our bones,
15151524For Gods
sake let vs
sit vpon the ground,
15161525And tell
sad
stories of the death of Kings,
15171526How
some haue beene depo
sd,
some
slaine in warre,
15181527Some haunted by the gho
sts they haue depo
sed,
15191528Some poi
soned by their wiues,
some
sleeping kild;
15201529A
ll murthered, for within the hollow crowne
15211530That roundes the mortall temples of a king,
15221531Keepes death his court, and there the antique
sits,
15231532Scofing his
state and grinning at his pompe,
15241533Allowing him a breath, a litle
sceane,
15251534To monarchi
se be feard, and kil with lookes,
15261535Infu
sing him with
selfe and vaine conceit,
15271536As if this
fle
sh which wals about our life,
15281537Were bra
sse impregnable: and humord thus,
15291538Comes at the la
st, and with a little pin
15301539Boares thorough his Ca
stle wall, and farewell King;
15311540Couer your heades, and mocke not
fle
sh and bloud,
15321541With
solemne reuerence, throw away re
spe
ct,
15331542Tradition, forme, and ceremonious duetie,
15341543For you haue but mi
stooke me al this while:
15351544I liue with bread like you, feele want,
15361545Ta
ste griefe, neede friends,
subie
cted thus,
15371546How can you
say to me, I am a King?
15381547Carleil My lord, wi
semen nere
sit and waile theyr woes,
15391548But pre
sently preuent the wayes to waile,
15401549To feare the foe,
since feare oppre
sseth
strength,
15411550Giues in your weakenes
strength vnto your foe,
1541.11551And
so your follies
fight again
st your
selfe:
15421552Feare and be
slaine, no wor
se can come to
fight,
15431553And
fight and die, is death de
stroying death,
15441554Where fearing dying, paies death
seruile breath.
15451555Aum. My father hath a power, inquire of him,
15461556And learne to make a body of a limme.
15471557King Thou chid
st me well, prowd Bullingbrooke, I come
15481558To change blowes with thee for our day of doome:
15491559This agew
fit of feare is ouerblowne,
15501560And ea
sie taske it is to winne our owne.
15511561Say Scroope, where lies our vncle with his power
? 15521562Speake
sweetely man
although thy lookes be
sower.
15531563Scroope Men iudge by the complexion of the skie,
15541564The
state and inclination of the day;
15551565So may you by my dull and heauy eie:
15561566My tongue hath but a heauier tale to
say,
15571567I play the torturer by
small and
small
15581568To lengthen out the wor
st that mu
st be
spoken:
15591569Your vncle Yorke is ioynd with Bullingbrooke,
15601570And all your Northerne ca
stles yeelded vp,
15611571And all your Southerne Gentlemen in armes
15641574Be
shrew thee cou
sin which did
st leade me foorth
15651575Of
that
sweete way I was in to di
spaire.
15661576What
say you now
? what comfort haue we now
? 15671577By heauen Ile hate him euerla
stingly,
15681578That bids me be of comfort any more.
15691579Go to Flint Ca
stle, there Ile pine away,
15701580A King woes
slaue
shall kingly woe obey:
15711581That power I haue, di
scharge, and let them goe
15721582To eare the land that hath
some hope to grow,
15731583For I haue none, let no man
speake againe,
15741584To alter this, for coun
sell is but vaine.
15771587That wounds me with the
flatteries of his tong.
15781588Di
scharge my followers, let them hence away,
15791589From Richards night, to Bullingbrookes faire day.
15841591Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne
15851592The Welch men are di
sper
st, and Salisburie
15861593Is gone to meete the King, who lately landed
15871594With
some few priuate friends vpon this coa
st.
15881595North. The newes is very faire and good my lord,
15891596Richard not farre from hence hath hid his head.
15901597Yorke It would be
seeme the Lord Northumberland
15911598To
say King Richard; alacke the heauy day,
15921599When
such a
sacred King
should hide his head.
15931600North. Your Grace mi
stakes; onely to be briefe
15951602Yorke The time hath bin, would you haue beene
so briefe(with him,
15961603He would haue bin
so briefe to
shorten you,
15981604For taking
so the head, your whole heads length:
15991605Bull. Mi
stake not (vncle) further then you
should.
16001606Yorke Take not (good cou
sin) further then you
should,
16011607Le
st you mi
stake the heauens are ouer our heads.
16021608Bull. I knowit vncle, and oppo
se not my
selfe,
16031609Again
st their will. But, who comes here
? Enter Percie. 16051610Welcome Harry; what, will not this ca
stle yeelde
? 16061611H.Per. The Ca
stle royally is mand my Lord.
16081613Bull. Royally, why it containes no King
. 16101615It doth containe a King, King Richard lies
16111616Within the limites of yon lime and
stone,
16121617And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
16131618Sir Stephen Scroope, be
sides a cleargie man
16141619Of
holy reuerence, who I cannot learne.
16151620North. Oh belike it is the bi
shop of Carleil.
16171622Go to the rude ribbes of that ancient Ca
stle,
16181623Through brazen trumpet
send the breath of
parlee
16191624Into his ruinde eares, and thus deliuer.
16201625H. Bull. on both his knees doth ki
sse king Richards hand,
16211626And
sends allegeance and true faith of heart
16221627To his mo
st royall per
son: hither come
16231628Euen at his feete to lay my armes and power:
16241629Prouided, that my bani
shment repeald,
16251630And lands re
stored againe be freely granted;
16261631If not, Ile v
se the aduantage of my power,
16271632And lay the
summers du
st with
showres of bloud,
16281633Rainde from the wounds of
slaughtered Engli
sh men,
16291634The which, how farre o
ff from the minde of
Bulling.
16301635It is,
such crim
son tempe
st should bedrench
16311636The fre
sh greene lap of faire King Richards land:
16321637My
stooping duety tenderly
shall
shew:
16331638Go
signi
fie as much while here we march
16341639Vpon the gra
ssie carpet of this plaine;
16351640Lets march without the noy
se of threatning drumme,
16361641That from this Ca
stels tottered battlements
16371642Our faire appointments may be well peru
sde.
16381643Me thinkes King Richard and my
selfe
should meete
16391644With no le
sse terrour than the elements
16401645Of
fire and water, when their thundring
shocke
16411646At meeting teares the cloudie cheekes of heauen.
16421647Be he the
fire, Ile be the yeelding water;
16431648The rage be his, whil
st on the earth I raigne.
16441649My water's on the earth, and not on him,
16451650March on, and marke King Richard how he lookes.
16461651The trumpets sound, Richard appeareth on the walls. 16491652Bull. See
see King Richard doth him
selfe appeare,
16501653As doth the blu
shing di
scontented Sunne,
16511654From out the
fierie portall of the Ea
st,
16521655When he perceiues the enuious cloudes are bent
16531656To dimme his glorie, and to
staine the tracke
16541657Of his bright pa
ssage to the Occident
. 16551658Yorke Yet lookes he like a King, beholde his eye,
16561659As bright as is the Eagles, lightens forth
16571660Controlling maie
stie; alacke alacke for woe,
16581661That any harme
should
staine
so faire a
shew.
16591662King We are amazde, and thus long haue we
stoode,
16601663To watch the feareful bending of thy knee,
16611664Becau
se : me'thought our
selfe thy lawful King:
16621665And if wee be, howe dare thy ioynts forget
16631666To pay their awefull duety to our pre
sence?
16641667If we be not,
shew vs the hand of God
16651668That hath di
smi
st vs from our Steward
ship;
16661669For well we know no hand of bloud and bone
16671670Can gripe the
sacred handle of our Scepter,
16681671Vnle
sse he do prophane,
steale, or v
surpe,
16691672And though you thinke that all as you haue done
16701673Haue torne their
soules, by turning them from vs,
16711674And we are barren and bereft of
friends:
16721675Yet know, my mai
ster God omnipotent,
16731676Is mu
stering in his cloudes on our behalfe,
16741677Armies of pe
stilence, and they
shall
strike
16751678Your children yet vnborne, and vnbegot,
16761679That lift your va
ssaile hands again
st my head,
16771680And threat the glorie of my precious crowne.
16781681Tell Bullingbrooke, for yon me thinkes he
standes,
16791682That euery
stride he makes vpon my land,
16801683Is dangerous trea
son: he is come to open
16811684The purple te
stament of
bloeding warre:
16821685But ere the crowne he lookes for, liue in peace,
16831686Ten thou
sand bloudy crownes of mothers
sonnes,
16841687Shall ill become the
flower of Englands face,
16851688Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace,
16861689To
scarlet indignation and bedew
16871690Her pa
stors gra
sse with faithfull Engli
sh bloud.
16881691North. The King of heauen forbid
: our Lo: the king
16891692Should
so with ciuill and vnciuill armes,
16901693Be ru
sht vpon
. Thy thri
se noble Co
sen,
16911694Harry Bullingbrooke doth humbly ki
sse thy hand,
16921695And by the honorable tombe he
sweares,
16931696That
stands vpon your roiall grand
sires bones,
16941697And by the roialties of both your blouds,
16951698Currents that
spring from one mo
st gratious head,
16961699And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
16971700And by the worth and honor of him
selfe,
16981701Compri
sing all that may be
sworne or
said,
16991702His
comming hither hath no further
scope,
17001703Then for his lineall roialties, and to beg
17011704Infranchi
sement immediate on his knees,
17021705Which on thy roiall partie granted once,
17031706His glittering armes he will commend to ru
st,
17041707His barbed
steeds to
stables, and his hart
17051708To faithfull
seruice of
your Maie
sty.
17061709This
sweares he, as he is prince
sse iu
st,
17071710And as I am a gentleman I credit him.
17081711King Northumberland,
say thus, the King returnes,
17091712His noble Co
sen is right welcome hither,
17101713And all the number of his faire demaunds,
17111714Shall be accompli
sht without contradi
ction,
17121715With all the gratious vtterance thou ha
st,
17131716Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends.
17141717King We do deba
se our
selues, Co
sen do we not,
17151718To looke
so poorely, and to
speake
so faire?
17161719Shall we call backe Northumberland and
send
17171720De
fiance to the traitor and
so die?
17181721Aum. No good my
Lo: lets
fight with gentle words,
17191722Till time lend friends, and friends their helpfull
swords.
17201723King Oh God oh God that ere this tong of mine
17211724That laid the
sentence of dread bani
shment
17221725On yon prowde man
should take it o
ff againe
17231726With words of
sooth! Oh that I were as great
17241727As is my griefe, or le
sser than my name!
17251728Or that I could forget what I haue beene!
17261729Or not remember what I mu
st be now!
17271730Swell
st thou (prowd heart) Ile giue thee
scope to beate,
17281731Since foes haue
scope to beate both thee and me.
17291732Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbrooke
17311733King What mu
st the King do now
? mu
st he
submit?
17321734The King
shall do it: mu
st he be depo
sde?
17331735The king
shall be contented
: mu
st he loo
se
17341736The name of King? a Gods name let it go:
17351737Ile giue my iewels for a
set of Beades:
17361738My gorgeous pallace for a hermitage:
17371739My gay apparel for an alme
smans gowne:
17381740My
figurde goblets for a di
sh of wood:
17391741My
scepter for a Palmers walking
sta
ffe:
17401742My
subie
cts for a paire of carued Saintes,
17411743And my large kingdome for a little graue,
17421744A little little graue, an ob
scure graue,
17431745Or Ile be buried in the Kings hie way,
17441746Some way of common trade, where
subie
cts feete
17451747May hourely trample on their
soueraignes head;
17461748For on my heart they treade now whil
st I liue:
17471749And buried once, why not vpon my head?
17481750Aumerle thou weep
st (my tender-hearted coo
sin)
17491751Weele make fowle weather with de
spi
sed teares;
17501752Our
sighs and they
shall lodge the
summer corne,
17511753And make a dearth in this reuolting land:
17521754Or
shall we play the wantons with our woes,
17531755And make
some prety match with
sheading teares,
17541756As thus to drop them
still vpon one place,
17551757Till they haue fretted vs a paire of graues
17561758Within the earth, and therein laide; there lies
17571759Two kin
smen digd their graues with weeping eies:
17581760Would not this ill do well? well well I
see,
17591761I talke but idlely, and you laugh at me.
17601762Mo
st mightie Prince my Lord Northumberland,
17611763What
saies king Bullingbroke, will his maie
stie
17621764Giue Richard leaue to liue till Richard dye,
17631765You make a leg and Bullingbroke
saies I
. 17641766North. My Lord, in the ba
se court he doth attend,
17651767To
speake with you, may it plea
se you to come downe.
17661768King. Downe, downe I come, like gli
string Phaeton:
17671769Wanting the manage of vnrulie Iades.
17681770In the ba
se court, ba
se court where Kinges growe ba
se,
17691771To come at traitors calls, and do them grace,
17701772In the ba
se court come downe
: downe court, downe King,
17711773For night
owles
shreeke where mounting larkes
should
sing.
17731775North. Sorrowe and greife of hart,
17741776Makes him
speake fondly like a frantike man,
17771779And
shew faire dutie to his Maie
stie:
( he kneeles downe. 17791781King. faire coo
sen, you deba
se your princely knee,
17811782To make the ba
se earth proud with ki
ssing it
: 17821783Me rather had my hart might feele your loue,
17831784Then my vnplea
sed eie
see your curte
sie:
17841785Vp coo
sen vp, your hart is vp I knowe,
17851786Thus high at
lea
st, although your knee be lowe.
17861787Bull. My gratious Lord, I come but for mine owne
. 17881788King. Your owne is yours, and I am yours and all.
17901789Bull. So farre be mine my mo
st redoubted Lord,
17911790As my true
seruice
shall de
serue your loue
. 17921791King. Well you de
serue: they well de
serue to haue,
17941792That know the
strong'
st and
sure
st way to get,
17951793Vncle giue me your handes, nay drie your eies,
17961794Teares
shew their loue, but want their remedies.
17971795Coo
sen I am to yong to be your Father,
17981796Though you are old enough to be my heire,
17991797What you will haue, Ile giue, and willing to,
18001798For doe we mu
st, what force will haue vs doe
: 18011799Set on towards London, Co
sen is it
so?
18071802Enter the Queene with her attendants 18081803Quee. What
sport
shall we deui
se here in this garden,
18091804To driue away the heauy thought of care?
18101805Lady Madame weele play at bowles.
18111806Quee. Twil make me thinke the world is full of rubs,
18121807And that my fortune runs again
st the bias
. 18141809Quee. My legs can keepe no mea
sure in delight,
18151810When my poore hart no mea
sure keepes in griefe:
18161811Therfore no dauncing girle,
some other
sport
. 18211816For if of ioy, being altogither wanting,
18221817It doth remember me the more of
sorrow:
18231818Or if of griefe, being altogither had,
18241819It adds more
sorrow to my want of ioy:
18251820For what I haue I need not to repeate,
18261821And what I want it bootes not to complaine
. 18281823Quee. Tis well that thou ha
st cau
se,
18291824But thou
should
st plea
se me better, would
st thou weepe.
18301825Lady I could weepe; Madame would it doe you good?
18311826Quee. And I could
sing would weeping doe me good,
18321827And neuer borrow any teare of thee.
18341829But
stay, here come the gardeners,
18351830Lets
step into the
shadow of the
se trees,
18361831My wretchednes vnto a row of pines,
18371832They will talke of
state for euery one doth
so,
18381833Again
st a change woe is fore-runne with woe.
18391834Gard. Go bind thou vp yong dangling Aphricokes,
18401835Which like vnruly children make their
sire,
18411836Stoope with oppre
ssion of their prodigall weight,
18421837Giue
some
supportance to the bending twigs,
18431838Go thou, and like an executioner
18441839Cut o
ff the heads of two fa
st growing
spraies,
18451840That looke too loftie in our common-wealth,
18461841All mu
st be euen in our gouernement.
18471842You thus employed, I will goe roote away
18481843The noy
some weedes which without pro
fit
sucke
18491844The
soiles fertilitie from whol
some
flowers.
18501845Man. Why
should we in the compas of a pale,
18511846Keepe law and forme, and due proportion,
18521847Shewing as in a modle our
firme e
state,
18531848When our
sea-walled garden the whole land
18541849Is full of weedes, her faire
st flowers choakt vp,
18551850Her fruit trees all vnprunde, her hedges ruinde,
18561851Her knots di
sordered, and her hol
some hearbs
18591854He that htah
su
ffered this di
sordered
spring,
18601855Hath now him
selfe met with the fall of leafe:
18611856The weedes which his broad
spreading leaues did
shelter,
18621857That
seemde in eating him to hold him vp,
18631858Are pluckt vp roote and all by Bullingbrooke,
18641859I meane the Earle of Wilt
shire, Bu
shie, Greene,
18671862And Bullingbrooke hath cea
sde the wa
stefull king,
18681863Oh what pitie is it that he had not
so trimde,
18691864And dre
st his land as we this garden at time of yeare
18701865Do wound the barke, the
skinne of our fruit trees,
18711866Le
st being ouer prowd in
sap and bloud,
18721867With too much riches it confound it
selfe
18731868Had he done
so to great and growing men,
18741869They might haue liude to beare, and he to ta
ste
18751870Their fruits of duety:
super
fluous branches
18761871We loppe away, that bearing boughes may liue:
18771872Had he done
so, him
selfe had borne the crowne,
18781873Which wa
ste of idle houres hath quite throwne downe.
18791874Man. What, thinke you the King
shall be depo
sed?
18801875Gard. Depre
st he is already, and depo
sde
18811876Tis doubt he will be. Letters came la
st night
18821877To a deare friend of the good Duke of Yorkes,
18841879Queene Oh I am pre
st to death through want of
speaking
18851880Thou old Adams likene
sse
set to dre
sse this garden,
18861881How dares thy har
sh rude tong
sound this vnplea
sing news
? 18871882What Eue? what
serpent hath
sugge
sted thee
18881883To make a
second fall of cur
sed man?
18891884Why do
st thou
say king Richard is depo
sde
? 18901885Dar
st thou thou little better thing than earth
18911886Diuine his downefall?
say, where, when, and how,
18921887Can
st thou by this ill tidings
speake thou wretch
? 18931888Gard. Pardon me Madam, little ioy haue I
18941889To breathe this newes, yet what I
say is true:
18951890King Richard he is in the mightie hold
18961891Of Bullingbrooke: their fortunes both are weyde
18971892In your Lo.
scale is nothing but him
selfe,
18981893And
some few vanities that make him light:
18991894But in the ballance of great Bullingbrooke,
19001895Be
sides him
selfe are all the Engli
sh peeres,
19011896And with that oddes he weighs King Richard downe;
19021897Po
st you to London and you will
find it
so,
19031898I
speake no more than euery one doth know.
19041899Queene Nimble Mi
schance that arte
so light of foote,
19051900Doth not thy emba
ssage belong to me,
19061901And am I la
st that knowes it
? Oh thou thinke
st 19071902To
serue me la
st that I may longe
st keepe
19081903Thy
sorrow in my brea
st: come Ladies go
19091904To meete at London Londons king in wo.
19101905What, was I borne to this that my
sad looke
19111906Should grace the triumph of great Bullingbrooke
? 19121907Gardner for telling me the
se newes of wo,
19131908Pray God the plants thou graft
st may neuer grow.
Exit 19141909Gard. Poore Queene,
so that thy
state might be no wor
se,
19151910I would my Skill were
subie
ct to thy cur
se:
19161911Here did
she fall a teare, here in this place
19171912Ile
set a banke of Rew
sowre hearb of grace,
19181913Rew euen for ruth heere
shortly
shall be
seene,
19191914In the remembrance of a weeping Queene.
Exeunt. 19211915Enter Bullingbrookewith the Lords to parliament. 19241916Bull. Call forth Bagot.
Enter Bagot. 19251917Now Bagot, freely
speake thy mind,
19261918What thou doe
st know of noble Glouce
sters death,
19271919Who wrought it with the King, and who performde
19281920The bloudy o
ffice of his timeles end.
19291921Bagot Then
set before my face the Lord Aumerle.
19301922Bull. Cou
sin,
stand foorth, and looke vpon that man.
19311923Bagot My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tong
19321924Scornes to vn
say what once it hath deliuered.
19331925In that dead time when Gloce
sters death was plotted
19341926I heard you
say, Is not my arme of length,
19351927That reacheth from the re
stful Engli
sh court,
19361928As farre as Callice to mine vncles head
? 19371929Among
st much other talke that very time
19381930I heard you
say, that you had rather refu
se
19391931The o
ffer of an hundred thou
sand crownes,
19401932Then Bullingbrookes returne to England, adding withall,
19411933How ble
st this land would be in this your co
sins death.
19431935What an
swer
shall I make to this ba
se man
? 19441936Shall I
so much di
shonour my faire
starres
19451937On equall termes to giue them cha
sticement?
19461938Either I mu
st, or haue mine honour
soild
19471939With the attainder of his
slaunderous lippes,
19481940There is my gage, the manual
seale of death,
19491941That matkes thee out for hell, I
say thou lie
st,
19501942And wil maintaine what thou ha
st said is fal
se
19511943In thy heart bloud, though being all too ba
se
19521944To
staine the temper of my knightly
sword.
19531945Bull. Bagot, forbeare, thou
shalt not take it vp.
19541946Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the be
st 19551947In all this pre
sence that hath moude me
so.
19561948Fitz. If that thy valure
stand on
simpathie,
19571949There is my gage Aumerle, in gage to thine;
19581950By that faire Sunne which
shews me where thou
stand
st,
19591951I heard thce
say, and vauntingly thou
spak
st it,
19601952That thou wert cau
se of noble Glouce
sters death.
19611953If thou denie
st it twenty times, thou lie
st,
19621954And I will turne thy fal
shoode to thy heart,
19631955Where it was forged with my rapiers point.
19641956Aum. Thou dar
st not (coward) liue to
see that day.
19651957Fitz. Now by my
soule, I would it were this houre.
19661958Aum. Fitzwaters, thou art damnd to hell for this.
19671959L.Per. Aumerle, thou lie
st, his honour is as true
19681960In this appeale as thou art all vniu
st,
19691961And that thou art
so, there I throwe my gage,
19701962To prooue it on thee to the extreame
st point
19711963Of mortall breathing, ceaze it if thou dar
st. 19721964Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot o
ff,
19731965And neuer brandi
sh more reuengefull
steele
19741966Ouer the glittering helmet of my foe.
1974.11967Another L. I taske the earth to the like (for
sworne Aumerle)
1974.21968And
spurre thee on with full as many lies
1974.31969As it may be hollowed in thy treacherous eare
1974.41970From
sinne
to
sinne: there is my honors pawne
1974.61972Aum. Who
sets me el
se
? by heauen Ile throwe at all,
1974.71973I haue a thou
sand
spirites in one brea
st,
19751975Sur. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well
19761976The very time (Aumerle) and you did talke.
19791977Fitz. Tis very true you were in pre
sence then,
.
19801978And you can witnes with me this is true.
19811979Sur. As fal
se, by heauen, as heauen it
selfe is true.
19841981Sur. Di
shonorable boy, that lie
shall lie
so heauie on
my(
sword,
19861982That it
shall render vengeance and reuenge,
19871983Till thou the lie-giuer, and that lie do lie,
19881984In earth as quiet as thy fathers
scull.
19891985In proofe whereof there is my honours pawne,
19901986Ingage it to the triall if thou dar
st.
19911987Fitz. How fondly doe
st thou
spurre a forward hor
se!
19921988If I dare eate, or drinke, or breathe, or liue,
19931989I dare meet Surry in a wildernes,
19941990And
spit vpon him whil
st I
say, he lies,
19951991And lies, and lies
: there is bond of faith,
19961992To tie thee to my
strong corre
ction
: 19971993As I intende to thriue in this new world,
19981994Aumerle is guiltie of my true appeale.
19991995Be
sides I heard the bani
shed Nor
ffolke
say,
20001996That thou Aumerle did
st send two of thy men,
20011997To execute the noble Duke at Callice
. 20021998Aum. Some hone
st Chri
stian tru
st me with a gage,
20031999That Nor
ffolke lies, heere do I throwe downe this,
20042000If he may be repeald to trie his honour.
20052001Bull. The
se di
fferences
shall all re
st vnder gage,
20062002Till Nor
ffolke be repeald, repeald he
shall
be,
20072003And though mine enimie, re
stord againe
20082004To all his landes and
signiories: when he is returnd,
20092005Again
st Aumerle we will inforce his triall
. 20102006Carl. That honourable day
shall neuer be
seene.
20112007Manie a time hath bani
sht Nor
ffolke fought,
20122008For Ie
su Chri
st in glorious Chri
stian feild,
20132009Streaming the en
signe of the Chri
stian Cro
sse,
20142010Again
st blacke Pagans, Turkes, and Saracens,
20152011And toild with workes of warre, retird him
selfe
20162012To Italie, and there at Venice gaue
20172013His bodie to that plea
sant Countries earth,
20182014And his pure
soule vnto his Captaine Chri
st,
20192015Vnder who
se coulours he had fought
so long.
20212017Carl. As
surely as I liue my Lord
. 20222018Bull. Sweet peace condu
ct his
sweete
soule to the bo
some,
20232019Of good olde Abraham: Lords Appellants,
20242020Your di
fferences
shall all re
st vnder gage,
20252021Till we a
ssigne you to your daies of triall.
Enter Yorke 20272022Yorke Great Duke of Lanca
ster I come to thee,
20282023From plume-pluckt Richard, who with willing
soule,
20292024Adopts the heire, and his high
scepter yeeldes,
20302025To the po
sse
ssion of thy royaIl hand:
20312026A
scend his throne, de
scending now from him,
20322027And long liue Henry fourth of that name.
20332028Bull. In Gods name Ile a
scend the regall throne
. 20352030Wor
st in this royall pre
sence may I
speake
. 20362031Yet be
st be
seeming me to
speake the truth,
20372032Would God that any in this noble pre
sence,
20382033Were enough noble to be vpright iudge
20392034Of noble Richard. Then true noble
sse would
20402035Learne him forbearance from
so foule a wrong,
20412036What
subie
ct can giue
sentence on his King:
20422037And who
sits here that is not Richards
subie
ct? 20432038Theeues are not iudgd but they are by to heare,
20442039Although apparant guilt be
seene in them,
20452040And
shall the
figure of Gods Maie
sty,
20462041His Captaine,
steward, deputy, ele
ct,
20472042Annointed, crowned, planted, many yeares
20482043Be iudgd by
subie
ct and infetiour breath,
20492044And he him
selfe not pre
sent? Oh forfend it God,
20502045That in a Chri
stian climate
soules re
finde,
20512046Should
shew
so heinous blacke ob
sceene a deed
20522047I
speake to
subie
cts and a
subie
ct speakes,
20532048Stird vp by God thus boldly for his King,
20542049My Lord of
Hereford here whom you call King,
20552050Is a foule traitour to proud Herefords King,
20562051And if you crowne him let me prophe
sie,
20572052The bloud of Engli
sh shall manure the ground,
20582053And future ages groane for this foule a
ct,
20592054Peace
shall go
sleepe with turkes and in
fidels,
20602055And in this
seate of peace, tumultuous warres,
20612056Shall kin with kin, and kinde with kind confound:
20622057Di
sorder, horror, feare, and mutiny,
20632058Shall heere inhabit, and this land be cald,
20642059The
field of Golgotha and dead mens
sculs
. 20652060Oh if yon rai
se this hou
se again
st this hou
se,
20662061It will the wofulle
st diui
sion proue,
20672062That euer fell vpon this cur
sed earth:
20682063Preuent it, re
sist it, let it not be
so,
20692064Le
st child, childs children, crie again
st you wo.
20702065North. Well haue you argued
sir, and for your paines,
20712066Of Capitall trea
son, we arre
st you heere:
20722067My Lord of We
stmin
ster, be it your charge,
20732068To keepe him
safely till his day of triall
. 22442069Bull. Let it be
so, and loe on wedne
sday next,
2070We
solemnly proclaime our Coronation,
22462073Abbot. A wofull Pageant haue we heere beheld.
22472074Car. The woe's to come, the children yet vnborne,
22482075Shall feele this day as
sharp
to them as thorne.
22492076Aum. You holy Clergy men, is there no plot,
22502077To ridde the realme of this pernitious blot
? 22512078Abbot. My
Lo. before I freely
speake my mind heerein,
22522079You
shall not onely take the Sacrament,
22532080To burie mine intents, but al
so to e
ffe
ct,
22542081What euer I
shall happen to deui
se
: 22552082I
see your browes are full of di
scontent,
22562083Your harts of
sorrow, and your eies of teares:
22572084Come home with me to
supper, Ile lay a plot,
22582085Shall
shew vs all a merrie daie.
Exeunt. 22602086Enter the Queene with her attendants. 22612087Quee. This way the King will come, this is the way,
22622088To Iulius C
aesars ill ere
cted Tower,
22632089To woh
se
flint bo
some, my condemned Lord,
22642090Is doomde a pri
soner by proud Bullingbrooke
. 22652091Heere let vs re
st, if this rebellious earth,
22662092Haue any re
sting for her true Kings Queene.
( Enter Ric. 22682093But
soft, but
see, or rather doe not
see,
22692094My faire Ro
se wither, yet looke vp, behold,
22702095That you in pittie may di
ssolue to deaw,
22712096And wa
sh him fre
sh againe with true loue teares.
22722097Ah thou the modle where olde Troy did
stand!
22732098Thou mappe of honour, thou King Richards tombe,
22742099And not King Richard: thou mo
st beauteous Inne,
22752100Why
should hard fauourd greife be lodged in thee,
22762101When triumph is become an alehou
se gue
st?
22772102Rich. ioyne not with greife faire woman, doe not
so,
22782103To make my end too
sudden, learne good
soule,
22792104To thinke our former
state a happie dreame,
22802105From which awakt the trueth of what we are
22812106Shewes vs but this
: I am
sworne brother (
sweet)
22822107To grim nece
ssitie, and he and I,
22832108Will keepe a league till death. Hie thee to Fraunce,
22842109And cloi
ster thee in
some religious hou
se,
22852110Our holy liues mu
st win a new worlds crowne,
22862111Which our prophane houres heere haue throwne downe.
22872112Quee. what is my Richard both in
shape and minde
22882113Transformd and weakned? hath Bullingbrooke,
22892114Depo
sde thine intelle
ct? hath he been in thy hart?
22902115The Lyon dying thru
steth foorth his pawe,
22912116And woundes the earth if nothing el
se with rage,
22922117To be ore-powr'd, and wilt thou pupill-like
22932118Take the corre
ction, mildly ki
sse the rod,
22942119And fawne on Rage with ba
se humilitie,
22952120Which art a Lion and the king of bea
sts.
22962121King. a King of bea
sts indeed, if aught but bea
sts,
22972122I had been
still a happie King of men.
22982123Good (
sometimes Queene) prepare thee hence for France,
22992124Thinke I am dead, and that euen here thou take
st 23002125As from my death bed thy la
st liuing leaue;
23012126In winters tedious nights
sit by the
fire,
23022127with good old folkes, and let them tell the tales,
23032128Of woefull ages long agoe betidde:
23042129And ere thou bid good night to quite their griefes,
23052130Tell thou the lamentable tale of me,
23062131And
send the hearers weeping to their beds:
23072132For why, the
sen
sle
sse brands will
simpathize
23082133The heauy accent of thy moouing tong,
23092134And in compa
ssion weepe the
fire out,
23102135And
some wil mourne in a
shes,
some cole blacke,
23112136For the depo
sing of a rightfull King.
Enter Northum. 23132137North. My Lord, the minde of Bullingbrooke is changde,
23142138You mu
st to Pomfret, not vnto the Tower.
23152139And Madam, there is order tane for you,
23162140With al
swift
speede you mu
st away to France.
23172141King Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithall
23182142The mounting Bullingbrooke a
scends my throne,
23192143The time
shall not be many houres of age
23202144More than it is, ere foule
sinne gathering head
23212145Shall breake into corruption, thou
shalt thinke,
23222146Though he diuide the realme and giue thee halfe,
23232147It is too little helping him to all
. 23242148He
shall thinke that thou which knowe
st the way
23252149To plant vnrightfull kings, wilt know againe,
23262150Being nere
so little vrgde another way,
23272151To plucke him headlong from the v
surped throne:
23282152The loue of wicked men conuerts to feare,
23292153That feare to hate, and hate turnes one or both
23302154To worthy daunger and de
serued death.
23312155North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end:
23322156Take leaue and part, for you mu
st part forthwith.
23332157King Doubly diuor
st (bad men) you violate
23342158A two-fold marriage twixt my crowne and me,
23352159And then betwixt me and my married wife.
23362160Let me vnki
sse the oathe twixt thee and me:
23372161And yet not
so, for with a ki
sse twas made.
23382162Part vs Northumberland, I towardes the north,
23392163Where
shiuering cold and
sickene
sse pines the clime:
23402164My wife to Fraunce, from whence
set forth in pomp
23412165She came adorned hither like
sweete Maie,
23422166Sent backe like Hollowmas or
short
st of day.
23432167Queene And mu
st we be diuided
? mu
st we part
? 23442168King I hand from hand (my loue) and heart from heart
. 23452169Queene Bani
sh vs both, and
send the King with me.
23462170King That were
some loue, but little pollicie.
23472171Queene Then whither he goes, thither let me go
. 23482172King So two togither weeping make one woe,
23492173Weepe thou for me in Fraunce, I for thee heere,
23502174Better far o
ff than neere be nere the neare,
23512175Go count thy way with
sighes, I mine with groanes.
23522176Queene So longe
st way
shall haue the longe
st moanes.
23532177King Twi
se for one
step Ile grone the way being
short
23542178And peece the way out with a heauy heart.
23552179Come come in wooing
sorrow lets be briefe,
23562180Since wedding it, there is
such length in griefe;
23572181One ki
sse
shall
stop our mouths, and dumbly part,
23582182Thus giue I mine, and thus take I thy heart.
23592183Queene Giue me mine owne againe, twere no good part
23602184To take on me to keepe, and kill thy heart:
23612185So now I haue mine owne againe, be gone,
23622186That I may
striue to kill it with a groane.
23632187King We make woe wanton with this fond delay,
23642188Once more adue, the re
st let
sorrow
say.
Exeunt. 23662189Enter Duke of Yorke and the Dutchesse. 23672190Du. My Lord, you told me you would tell the re
st,
23682191When weeping made you breake the
storie of
23692192Of our two cou
sins comming into London.
23722195Where rude mi
sgouerned hands from windowes tops,
23732196Threw du
st and rubbi
sh on king Richards head.
23742197Yorke Then (as I
said) the Duke great Bullingbrooke
23752198Mounted vpon a hote and
fierie
steede,
23762199Which his a
spiring rider
seemd to know,
23772200With
slow, but
stately pa
se kept on his cour
se,
23782201Whil
st all tongues cried, God
saue the Bullingbrooke,
23792202You would haue thought the very windows
spake:
23802203So many greedy lookes of yong and old
23812204Through ca
sements darted their de
siring eies
23822205Vpon his vi
sage, and that all the walles
23832206With painted imagery had
said at once,
23842207Ie
su pre
serue the welcome Bullingbrooke,
23852208Whil
st he from the one
side to the other turning
23862209Bare-headed, lower than his prowd
steedes necke
23872210Be
spake them thus; I thanke you countrymen:
23882211And thus
still doing, thus he pa
sst along.
23892212Du. Alac poore Richard, where rode he the whil
st?
23902213Yorke As in a Theater the eies of men,
23912214After a well-graced A
ctor leaues the
stage,
23922215Are ydly bent on him that enters next,
23932216Thinking his prattle to be tedious;
23942217Euen
so, or with much more contempt mens eies
23952218Did
scowle on gentle
Ric. no man cried, God
saue him,
23962219No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home,
23972220But du
st was throwen vpon his
sacred head:
23982221Which with
such gentle
sorrow he
shooke o
ff,
23992222His face
still combating with teares and
smiles,
24002223The badges of his griefe and patience,
24012224That had not God for
some
strong purpo
se
steeld
24022225The hearts of men, they mu
st perforce haue melted,
24032226And Barbari
sme it
selfe haue pittied him:
24042227But heauen hath a hand in the
se euents,
24052228To who
se high will we bound our calme contents
. 24062229To Bullingbrooke are we
sworne
subie
cts now,
24072230Who
se
state and honour I for ay allow.
24092231Du. Here comes my
sonne Aumerle.
24112233But that is lo
st, for being Richards friend:
24122234And Madam, you mu
st call him Rutland now:
24132235I am in parleament pledge for his truth
24142236And la
sting fealtie to the new made king.
24152237Du. Welcome my
sonne, who are the violets now
24162238That
strew the greene lap of the new come
spring.
24172239Au. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not,
24182240God knowes I had as leife be none as one.
24192241Yorke Well, beare you wel in this new
spring of time,
24202242Le
st you be cropt before you come to prime.
24212243What newes from Oxford, do the
se iu
sts & triumphs hold
? 24222244Aum. For aught I know (my Lord) they do.
24242246Aum. If God preuent not, I purpo
se
so.
24252247Yorke What
seale is that that hangs without thy bo
some?
24262248yea look
st thou pale
? let me
see the writing,
24282250Yorke No matter then who
see it,
24292251I will be
satis
fied, let me
see the writing.
24302252Aum. I do be
seech your grace to pardon me;
24312253It is a matter of
small con
sequence,
24322254Which for
some rea
sons I would not haue
seene
. 24332255Yorke Which for
some rea
sons
sir I meane to
see.
24362258Tis nothing but
some band that he is entred into
24372259For gay apparell gain
st the triumph day.
24382260Yorke Bound to him
selfe; what doth he with a bond
24392261That he is bound to. Wife, thou art a foole:
24412263Aum. I do be
seech you pardon me, I may not
shew it.
24422264Yorke I will be
satis
fied, let me
see it I
say
: 2265He pluckes it out of his bosome and reades it. 24432266Yorke Trea
son, foule trea
son, villaine, traitor,
slaue,
24452268Yorke Ho, who is within there
? saddle my hor
se,
24462269God
sor his mercy! what treachery is here?
24482271Yorke Giue me my bootes I
say,
saddle my hor
se,
24492272Now by mine honour, by my life, by my troth
24532276Du. I wil not peace, what is the matter Aumerle
? 24542277Au. Good mother be content, it is no more
24552278Then my poore life mu
st an
swere
. 24582280yor. Bring me my bootes, I will vnto
the King.
24592282Du. Strike him Aumerle, poore boy thou art amazd,
24602283Hence vilaine neuer more come in my
sight.
24622285Du. Why Yorke what wilt thou doe
? 24632286Wilt thou not hide the tre
spa
sse of thine owne?
24642287Haue we more
sons? or are we like to haue?
24652288Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time?
24662289And wilt thou plucke my faire
sonne from mine age
? 24672290And rob me of a happie mothers name,
24682291Is he not like the
? is he not thine owne?
24702293Wilt thou conceale this darke con
spiracie?
24712294A doozen of them here haue tane the
sacrament,
24722295And interchaungeably
set downe there hands,
24742297Du. He
shal be none, weele keepe him heere,
24762299Yor. Away fond woman, were he twentie times my
sonne,
24782301Du. Had
st thou groand for him as I haue done,
24792302Thou would
st bee more pittifull.
24802303But nowe I knowe rhy minde, thou doe
st su
spe
ct 24812304That I haue been di
sloiall to thy bed,
24822305And that he is a ba
stard, not thy
sonne:
24832306Sweete Yorke,
sweete husband, be not of that mind,
24842307He is as like thee as a man may be,
24852308Not like to me, or any of my kinne,
24872310Yor. Make way vnrulie woman.
Exit. 24882311Du. After Aumerle: mount thee vpon his hor
se,
24892312Spur, po
st, and get before him to the King,
24902313And beg thy pardon ere he do accu
se thee,
24912314Ile not be long behind, though I be old,
24922315I doubt not but to ride as fa
st as Yorke,
24932316And neuer will I ri
se vp from the ground,
24942317Till Bullingbroke haue pardoned thee: away, be gone.
24972319King H. Can no man tell me of my vnthriftie
sonne?
24982320Tis full three moneths
since I did
see him la
st,
24992321If any plague hang ouer vs tis he
: 25002322I would to God my Lordes he might be found:
25012323Inquire at London, mong
st the Tauernes there,
25022324For there (they
say) he daylie doth frequent,
25032325With vnre
strained loo
se companions,
25042326Euen
such (they
say) as
stand in narrow lanes,
25052327And beate our watch, and rob our pa
ssengers,
25062328Which he yong wanton and e
ffeminate boy,
2507.25082329Takes on the point of honour to
support
so di
ssolute a crew.
25092330H. Percie My Lord,
some two dayes
since I
saw the prince,
25102331And tould him of tho
se triumphes helde at Oxford
. 25112332King. And what
said the gallant?
25122333Per. His an
swer was, he would vnto the
stews,
25132334And from the common
st creature plucke a gloue,
25142335And weare it as a fauour, and with that,
25152336He would vnhor
se the lu
stie
st Challenger.
25162337King H. As di
ssolute as de
sperat, yet through both,
25172338I
see
some
sparkes of better hope, which elder yeares,
25182339May happily bring foorth. But who comes heere?
25212342King H. What meanes our co
sen, that he
stares and lookes(
so wildly.
25232343Aum. God
saue your grace, I doe be
seech your Maie
stie,
25242344To haue
some conference with your grace alone
. 25252345King. Withdrawe your
selues, and leaue vs here alone.
25262346What is the matter with our co
sen nowe?
25272347Aum. For ouer may my knees growe to the earth,
25282348My tongue, cleaue to my roo
ffe within my mouth,
25292349Vnle
sse a pardon ere I ri
se or
speake.
25302350King Intended, or committed, was this fault?
25312351If on the
fir
st, how heynous ere it be
25322352To win thy after loue, I pardon thee.
25332353Aum. Then giue me leaue that May turne the key,
25342354That no man enter till my tale be done.
2356The Duke of Yorke knokes at the doore and crieth. 25362357Yor. My leige beware, looke to thy
selfe,
25372358Thou ha
st a Traitor in thy pre
sence there.
25382359King. Vilain Ile make thee
safe
. 25392360Aum. Stay thy reuengefull hand, thou ha
st no cau
se to(feare
25412361York. Open the dore,
secure foole, hardie King,
25422362Shall I for loue
speake trea
son to thy face,
25432363Open the dore, or I will breake it open.
25452364King What is the matter vncle,
speake, recouer breath,
25472366That wee may arme vs to encounter it?
25482367Yor. Peru
se this writtng heere, and thou
shalt know,
25492368The trea
son that my ha
ste forbids me
shew.
25502369Aum. remember as thou read
st, thy promi
se pa
st,
25512370I do repent me, reade not my name there,
25522371My hart is not confederate with my hand.
25532372Yor. It was (vilaine) ere thy hand did
set it downe.
25542373I tore it from the traitors bo
some (King,)
25552374Feare, and not loue, begets his penitence:
25562375Forget to pittie him, le
st thy pittie proue,
25572376A Serpent that will
sting thee to the hart.
25582377King. O heynous,
strong, and bould con
spiracy;
25592378O loyall Father, of a treacherous Sonne,
25602379Thou
sheere immaculate and
siluer Fountaine,
25612380From whence this
streame, through muddy pa
ssages,
25622381Hath held his current, and de
fild him
selfe,
25632382Thy ouer
flow of good, conuerts to bad:
25642383And thy aboundant goodnes,
shall excu
se,
25652384This deadly blot in thy digre
ssing
sonne.
25662385Yor. So
shall my vertue, be his vices baude,
25672386An he
shall
spend mine honour, with his
shame,
25682387As thriftles
sonnes, their
scraping Fathers gold:
25692388Mine honour liues when his di
shonour dies,
25702389Or my
shamde life in his di
shonour lies,
25712390Thou kil
st me in his life giuing him breath,
25722391The traitor liues, the true man's put to death.
25742392Du. What ho, my Liege, for Gods
sake let me in.
25752393King H. What
shril voice
suppliant makes this eger crie?
25762394Du. A woman, and thy aunt (great king) tis I,
25772395Speake with me, pitie me, open the doore,
25782396A beggar begs that neuer begd before.
25792397King Our
scene is altred from a
serious thing,
25802398And now changde to the Beggar and the King:
25812399My dangerous cou
sin, let your mother in,
25822400I know
she is come to pray for your foule
sinne
. 25832401Yorke If thou do pardon who
soeuer pray,
25842402More
sinnes for this forgiuenes pro
sper may:
25852403This fe
stred ioynt cut o
ff, the re
st re
st sound,
25862404This let alone wil all the re
st confound.
25882405Du. Oh king, beleeue not this hard-hearted man,
25892406Loue louing not it
selfe, none other can.
25902407Yorke Thou frantike woman, what do
st thou make here
? 25912408Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor reare?
25922409Du. Sweete Yorke be patient, heare me gentle Liege.
25952412For euer wil I walke vpon my knees,
25962413And neuer
see day that the happy
sees,
25972414Till thou giue ioy, vntil thou bid me ioy,
25982415By pardoning Rutland my tran
sgre
ssing boy.
25992416Aum. Vnto my mothers prayers I bend my knee
. 26002417yorke Again
st them both my true ioynts bended be,
2600.12418Ill mai
st thou thriue if thou graunt any grace.
26012419Du. Pleades he in earne
st? looke vpon his face.
26022420His eies do drop no teares, his prayers are in ie
st,
26032421His words come from his month, ours from our brea
st,
26042422He prayes but faintly, and would be denied,
26052423We pray with heart and
soule, and all be
side,
26062424His weary ioynts would gladly ri
se I know,
26072425Our knees
still kneele till to the ground they grow,
26082426His prayers are full of fal
se hypocri
sie,
26092427Ours of true zeale and deepe integritie,
26102428Our prayers do outpray his, then let them haue
26112429That mercy which true prayer ought to haue.
26142432Say Pardon
fir
st, and afterwards,
stand vp,
26152433And if I were thy nur
se thy tong to teach,
26162434Pardon
should be the
fir
st word of thy
speach:
26172435I neuer longd to heare a word till now,
26182436Say pardon King, let pitie teach thee how,
26192437The word is
short, but not
so
short as
sweete,
26202438No word like pardon for Kings mouthes
so meete.
26212439yorke Speake it in French, King
say,
Pardonne moy. 26222440Du. Do
st thou teach pardon pardon to de
stroy?
26232441Ah my
sower husband, my hard-hearted Lord!
26242442That
sets the word it
selfe again
st the word:
26252443Speake pardon as tis currant in our land,
26262444The chopping French we do not vnder
stand,
26272445Thine eie begins to
speake,
set thy tongue there:
26282446Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine eare,
26292447That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce,
26302448Pitie may mooue thee pardon to rehear
se.
26332451Pardon is all the
sute I haue in hand.
26342452King I pardon him as God
shall pardon me.
26352453Du. Oh happy vantage of a kneeling knee,
26362454Yet am I
sicke for feare,
speake it againe,
26372455Twice
saying pardon doth not pardon twaine,
26392457King H. I pardon him with al my heart.
26412459King H. But for our tru
sty brother in law and the Abbot,
26422460With all the re
st of that con
sorted crew,
26432461De
stru
ction
strait
shal dog them at the heeles,
26442462Good vncle, help to order
seuerall powers,
26452463To Oxford, or where ere the
se traitors are,
26462464They
shall not liue within this world I
sweare,
26472465But I will haue them if I once know where.
26482466Vncle farewell, and cou
sin adue,
26492467Your mother well hath prayed, and prooue you true.
26502468Du. Come my olde
sonne, I pray God make thee new.
2652 Manet sir Pierce Exton, &c. 26532470Exton Did
st thou not marke the
K. what words he
spake
? 26552471Haue I no friend will rid me of this liuing feare?
26582474Exton Haue I no friend quoth he
? he
spake it twice.
26592475And vrgde it twice togither, did he not?
26612477Exton And
speaking it, he wi
shtly lookt on me,
26622478As who
should
say, I would thou wert the man,
26632479That would diuorce this terrour from my heart,
26642480Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come lets go,
26652481I am the kings friend, and will rid his foe.
26682483Rich. I haue beene
studying how I may compare
26692484This pri
son where I liue, vnto the world:
26702485And forbecau
se the world is populous,
26712486And here is not a creature but my
selfe,
26722487I cannot do it: yet Ile hammer it out,
26732488My braine Ile prooue, the female to my
soule,
26742489My
soule the father, and the
se two beget
26752490A generation of
still-breeding thoughts
: 26762491And the
se
same thoughts people this little world,
26772492In humors like the people of this world:
26782493For no thought is contented: the better
sort,
26792494As thoughts of things diuine are intermixt
26802495With
scruples, and do
set the word it
selfe
26812496Again
st the word, as thus
: Come little ones, & then againe
26822497It is as hard to come, as for a Cammell
26832498To threed the po
sterne of a
small needles eie:
26842499Thoughts tending to ambition they do plot,
26852500Vnlikely wonders: how the
se vaine weake nailes
26862501May teare a pa
ssage thorow the
flinty ribs
26872502Of this hard world my ragged pri
son walles:
26882503And for they cannot die in their owne pride,
26892504Thoughts tending to content
flatter them
selues,
26902505That they are not the
fir
st of fortunes
slaues,
26912506Nor
shall not be the la
st like
seely beggars,
26922507Who
sitting in the
stockes refuge their
shame,
26932508That many haue, and others mu
st set there.
26942509And in this thought they
find a kind of ea
se,
26952510Bearing their owne misfortunes on the backe
26962511Of
such as haue before indurde the like.
26972512Thus play I in one per
son many people,
26982513And none contented;
sometimes am I King,
26992514Then trea
sons make me wi
sh my
selfe a beggar,
27002515And
so I am: then cru
shing penurie
27012516Per
swades me I was better when a king,
27022517Then am I kingd againe, and by and by,
27032518Thinke that I am vnkingd by Bullingbrooke,
27042519And
strait am nothing. But what ere I be,
27052520Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
27062521With nothing
shall be plea
sde, till he be ea
sde,
27072522With being nothing. Mu
sicke do I heare,
the musike plaies 27082523Ha ha keepe time, how
sowre
sweete Mu
sicke is
27092524When time is broke, and no proportion kept,
27102525So is it in the mu
sike of mens liues:
27112526And here haue I the daintine
sse of eare
27122527To checke time broke in a di
sordered
string:
27132528But for the concord of my
state and time,
27142529Had not an eare to heare my true time broke,
27152530I wa
sted time, and now doth time wa
ste me:
27162531For now hath time made me his numbring clocke;
27172532My thoughts are minutes, and with
sighes they iarre,
27182533Their watches on vnto mine eyes the outward watch
27192534Whereto my
finger like a dialles poynt,
27202535Is pointing
still, in clean
sing them from teares.
27212536Now
sir, the
sound that telles what houre it is,
27222537Are clamorous groanes which
strike vpon my hart,
27232538Which is the bell,
so
sighs, and teares, and grones,
27242539Shew minutes, times, and houres: but my time,
27252540Runnes po
sting on in Bullingbrokes proud ioye,
27262541While I
stand fooling heere his iacke of the clocke.
27272542This mu
sicke maddes me, let it
sound no more,
27282543For though it haue holp mad men to their witts,
27292544In me it
seemes it will make wi
se men mad
: 27302545Yet ble
ssing on his hart that giues it me,
27312546For tis a
signe of loue
: and loue to Richard,
27322547Is a
strange brooch in this al-hating world.
27362551The cheape
st of vs is ten grotes too deare
. 27372552What art thou, and how come
st thou hither,
27382553Where no man neuer comes, but that
sad dog,
27392554That brings me foode to make mi
sfortune liue.
27402555Groome. I was a poore groome of
thy
stable King,
27412556When thou wert King: who trauailling towards Yorke,
27422557With much adoe (at length) haue gotten
leaue,
27432558To looke vpon my
sometimes roiall mai
sters face
: 27442559Oh how it ernd my hart when I beheld,
27452560In London
streetes, that Corronation day,
27462561When Bullingbroke rode on Roane Barbarie,
27472562That hor
se, that thou
so often ha
st be
stride,
27482563That hor
se, that I
so carefully haue dre
st. 27492564Rich. Rode he on Barbarie, tell me gentle freind,
27512566Groom. So proudly as if he di
sdaind the ground.
27522567Ric. So proud that Bullingbroke was on his backe:
27532568That Iade hath eate bread from my royall hand,
27542569This hand hath made him proud with clapping him:
27552570Would he not
stumble, would he not fall downe
27562571Since pride mu
st haue a fal; and breake the necke,
27572572Of that prond man, that did v
surpe his backe?
27582573Forgiuenes hor
se why do I raile on thee?
27592574Since thou created to be awed by man,
27602575Wa
st borne to beare; I was not made a hor
se,
27612576And yet I beare a burthen like an a
sse,
27622577Spurrde, galld, and tirde by iauncing Bullingbrooke.
27632578 Enter one to Richard with meate. 27642579Keeper Fellow, giue place, heere is no longer
stay.
27652580Rich. If thou loue me, tis time thou wert away.
27662581Groome What my tong dares not, that my heart
shal
say.
27682583Keeper My Lord, wilt plea
se you to fall to
? 27692584Rich. Ta
ste of it
fir
st as thou art wont to do.
27702585Keeper My Lord I dare not,
sir Pierce of Exton,
27712586Who lately came from the King commaunds the contrary.
27722587Rich. The diuell take Henry of Lanca
ster, and thee,
27732588Patience is
stale, and I am wearie of it.
27762591Rich. How now, what meanes Death in this rude a
ssault?
27772592Villaine, thy owne hand yeelds thy deaths in
strument,
27782593Go thou and
fill another roome in hell.
27802595Rich. That hand
shall burne in neuer quenching
fire,
27812596That
staggers thus my per
son: Exton, thy
fierce hand
27822597Hath with the kings bloud
staind the kings owne land.
27832598Mount mount my
soule, thy
seate is vp on high,
27842599Whil
st my gro
sse
fle
sh sinckes downeward here to die,
27852600Exton As full of valure as of royall bloud:
27862601Both haue I
spilld, Oh would the deede were good
! 27872602For now the diuell that told me I did well,
27882603Saies that this deede is chronicled in hell:
27892604This dead king to the liuing king Ile beare.
27902605Take hence the re
st, and giue them buriall here
. 27922606Enter Bullingbrooke with the duke of Yorke. 27942607King Kind vncle Yorke, the late
st newes we heare,
27952608Is, that the rebels haue con
sumed with
fire
27962609Our towne of Ciceter in Glouce
ster
shire,
27972610But whether they be tane or
slaine we heare not.
27992612Welcome my Lord, what is the newes
? 28002613North. Fir
st to thy
sacred
state wi
sh I all happine
sse,
28012614The next newes is, I haue to London
sent
28022615The heades of Oxford, Sali
sbury, Blunt and Kent,
28032616The maner of their taking may appeare
28042617At large di
scour
sed in this paper heere.
28052618King We thanke thee gentle Percie for thy paines,
28062619And to thy woorth will adde right worthy gaines
. 28082621Fitz. My Lord, I haue from Oxford
sent to London
28092622The heads of Broccas, and
sir Benet Seely,
28102623Two of the daungerous con
sorted traitors,
28112624That
sought at Oxford thy dire ouerthrow.
28122625king Thy paines
Fitz.
shall not be forgot,
28132626Right noble is thy merit well I wot
. 28152628Percie The grand con
spirator Abbot of We
stmin
ster
28162629With clog of con
science and
sowre melancholy
28172630Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue.
28182631But here is Carleil liuing, to abide
28192632Thy kingly doome, and
sentence of his pride.
28202633king Carleil, this is your doome;
28212634Choo
se out
some
secret place,
some reuerent roome
28222635More than thou ha
st, and with it ioy thy life:
28232636So as thou liu'
st in peace, die free from
strife,
28242637For though mine enemy thou ha
st euer beene,
28252638High
sparkes of honour in thee haue I
seene.
28272640Exton Great King, within this co
ffin I pre
sent
28282641Thy buried feare: herein all breathle
sse lies
28292642The mightie
st of thy greate
st enemies,
28302643Richard of Burdeaux, by me hither brought.
28312644king Exton, I thanke thee not, for thou ha
st wrought
28322645A deed of
slaunder with thy fatall hand,
28332646Vpon my head and all this famous Land.
28342647Exton. From your owne mouth my
Lo. did I this deed.
28352648King. They loue not poi
son that do poi
son neede,
28362649Nor do I thee; though I did wi
sh him dead,
28372650I hate the murtherer, loue him murthered
: 28382651The guilt of con
science take thou for thy labor,
28392652But neither my good word, nor Princely fauour;
28402653With Cayne go wander through
shades of night,
28412654And neuer
shew thy head by day nor light
. 28422655Lordes, I prote
st my
soule is full of wo,
28432656That bloud
should
sprincle me to make me grow:
28442657Come mourne with me, for what I do lament,
28452658And put on
sulleyn blacke incontinent,
28462659Ile make a voiage to the holly lande,
28472660To wa
sh this bloud o
ff from my guiltie hand:
28482661March
sadly after, grace my mournings heere,
28492662In weeping after this vntimely Beere
.