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Boling. My gracious uncle !
But in this kind to come, in braving arms, York. Tut, tut !
Be his own carver, and cut out his way, Grace me no grace, nor uncle me noʻuncle: To find out right with wrong,—it may not be; I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace, And
that do abet him in this kind, In an ungracious mouth, is but prophane. 5 Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground: But for his own: and, for the right of that, But more than why,–Why have they dared to We all have strongly sworn to give him aid; niarch
And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath. So many miles upon her peaceful bosom ; 10 York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms; Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war,
I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, And ostentation of despised arms?
Because my power is weak, and all ill left: Com’st thou because the anointed king is hence: But, if I could, by Him that gave me life, Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, I would attach you all, and make you stoop And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
15 Unto the sovereign mercy of the king; Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, But, since I cannot, be it known to you, As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;Rescu'd the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, Unless you please to enter in the castle, Froin forth the ranks of many thousand French; And there repose you for this night. Oh, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, 120 Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee,
But we must win your grace, to go with us
To Bristol castle; which, they say, is held
York. Even in condition of the worst degree, --25 Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. In gross rebellion, and detested treason:
York. It may be, I will go with you :—but yet Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come, Before the expiration of thy time,
For I am lothi to break our country's laws. In braving arms against thy sovereign. [ford ; Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are:
Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Here- 30 Things past redress, are now with me past care. But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
[Exeunt. And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,
2S CEN E IV. Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:
Enter Salisbury and a Captain.
. If that my cousin king be king of England, 40 Sal. Stay yet another day,thou trusty Welshman; It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster. The king reposeth all his confidence in thee. [stay. You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman; Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not Had you first dy'd, and he been thus trod down, The bay-trees in our country all are wither'd, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven: To rouse his wrongs, and chase them to the bay. 45 The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, I am deny'd to sue my livery here,
And lean-look'd prophets whisperfearful change; And yet my letters patents give me leave : Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap. --My father's goods are all distrain’d, and sold : The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, And these, and all, are all amiss employ'd. The other, to enjoy by rage and war: What would
have me do? I am a subject, 50 These signs forerun the death of kingsAnd challenge law: Attornies are deny'd me; Farwel; our countrymen are gone and fled, And therefore personally I lay my claim
As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. (E.rit
. To my inheritance of free descent. [abus’d.
Sal. Ah, Richard! with eyes of heavy mind, North. The noble duke bath been too much I see thy glory, like a shooting star, Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right. 55 Fall to the se earth from the firmament ! Willo. Base men by his endowments are made Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, great.
Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest : York. My lords of England, let me tell you this, Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes; I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs,
And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. And labour'd all I could to do him right :
[Ercunt. ! On for in. ? Dr. Johnson conjectures that this dialogue was probably the second scene in the ensuing act, and advises the reader io insert it there.
'SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol. Enter Bolingb. York, Norihumb. Ross, Percy,
The const of Wales. A castle in riew. Willoughby, zeith Bushy and Green, prisoners.
Flourish drums and trumpets. Boling. RING forth these men.
5 Enter King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of Car. Bushy, and Green, I will not vex
lisle, and soldiers.
K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at hand! (Since presently your souls must part your bodies) dum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace With too much urging your pernicious lives, For 'twere no charity : yet to wash your blood 10 After your late tossing on the breaking seas? From ott my hands, here, in the view of men,
K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I wetp I will unfold some causes of your death.
for joy, You bave misled a prince, a royal king,
To stand upon my kingdom once again.A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, Dear earth, I do šalute thee with my hand, By you unhappy'd and distigur'd clean. 15 l'hough rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: You have, iu manner, with your sinful hours, As a long-parted mother with her child Made a divorce betwixt his queen
and him; Plays fondly with her tears, and smilesin meeting; Broke the possession of a royal bed,
So weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks And do thee favour with my royal hands. With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul 20 Feed not thy sovereign's toe, my gentle earth, wrongs.
Nor with thy sweet comfort his rar nous sense : Myself-a prince, by fortune of my birth ; But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, Near to the king in blood; and near in love, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Tili vou did make hiin inisinterpret me,
Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, llave stoop'd my neck under your injuries, 25 Which with usurping steps do trample thee: And sign'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies: Eating the bitter bread of banishment:
And when they from thy bosom pluck a florer, Wbiist you have fed upon my signories,
Guard it, I pray thee, with a luiking adder; Dispark'd' my parks, and telld my forest woods: Whose double longue may with a mortal touch From mine own windows torn my household coat?, 30 Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.Raz'd out my impress’, leaving me no sign, Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: Save men's opinions, and my living blood,- This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones To shew the world I am a gentleman. [this, Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king This, and much more, much more than twice all Shall faulter under foul rebellious arms. Condemns you to the death :-See them deliver'd 35 Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that
made you king, To execution and the hand of death. [me, Hath power to keep you king, in spite of all.
Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Than Bolingbroke to England.--Lords, farewel. And not neglected; else, if heaven would, Green. My comfort is, that heaven will take 40 And we would not heaven's offer, we refuse our souls,
The proiler'd means of succour and redress. And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Loling. My lord Northumberland, see them Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, dispatch'd.
Grows strong and great,in substance, and in friends. Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; 45 K.Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not, For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : That, when the searching eye of heaven is hid Tell her, I send to her my kind commends; Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen,
York. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd In murders, and in outrage, bloody here; With letters of your love to her at large. 50 But when, from under this terrestrial ball, Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.—Come, lords, He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, away ;
And darts his light through every guilty hole, [To fight with Glendower and his complices* ;] Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, [backs, A while to work, and, a'ier, holiday. [Ereunt. The cloak of night being pluckt from qif their
'To dispark is to throw down the hedges of an enclosure. * It was then the practice to anneal the arins of the family in the windows of the house. The impress was a device or motto. “Theobald is of opinion (and we think his reasons for thinking so are just), that this line is an interpolation. "llere, Dr. Johnson thinks, may be properly inxerted the last scene of the second act.
Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves ? Cry, woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay;
Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, Not able to endure the sight of day,
As it the world were all dissolv'd to tears; But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.
so high above his limits swells the rage Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land Can wash the balm from an anointed king; 10 With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than steel. The breath of worldly men cannot depose Whitebeardshavearm’dtheirthinandhairlessscalps The deputy elected by the Lord:
Against thy majesty ; boys, with women's voices, For every man that Bolingbroke hath prest, strive to speak big, and clasp their female joints To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay 15 Thy very beadsmen' learn to bend their bows A glorious angel: then, if angels tight,
Of double-fatal' yew against thy state; Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the Yea, distait women manage rusty bills right.
Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, Enter Salisbury.
And all goes worse than I have power to tell. [ill. Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your power : 20. K. Rio Too well, too well, thou tellst a tale so
Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord, Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? Than this weak arm: Discomfort guides my What is become of Bushy? where is Green, tongue,
That they have let the dangerous enemy And bids me speak of nothing but despair. Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ? One day too late, I fear, my noble lord, 25 If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it. Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth: I warrant,they have made peace with Bolingbroke. Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return,
Scroop. Peace have they made with him, inAnd thou shalt have twelvethousand fighting men!
deed, my lord.
[demption! Today, to-day, unhappy day, too late,
K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damned without re O’erthrows thy joys,friends, fortune, and thy state: 30 Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! [heart ! For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, Snakes, in iny heart-blood warm’d, that sting my Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers'd, and fled. Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Aum. Comfort, my liege; Why looks your Would they make peace? Terrible hell make war grace so pale ?
[men Upon their spotted souls for this offence! X. Rich. But now the blood of twenty thousand 35. Scroop.Sweet love, I see, changing his property,
Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate : And 'till so much blood thither come again, Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made
Have I not reason to look pale and dead? With heady, and 110t with hands; those whom you All souls that will be safe, fly from my side ;
curse, For time hath set a blot upon my pride. [are. 40 Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound,
Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who you And lie full low, grav'd in the hollow ground.
K. Rich. I had forgot myself: am I not king Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of WiltAwake, thou cowardly majesty! thou sleepest.
shire dead? Is not the king's name forty thousand names? Scroop. Yea,ailof them at Bristol lost their heads. Arm, arm, my name; a puny subject strikes 145 Aum. Where is the duke my father with his At thy great glory.-Look not to the ground,
[speak: Ye favourites of a king; Are we not high? K. Rih. No matter where; of comfort no man High be our thoughts: I know, my uncle York Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Hath power enough to serve our turu. But who Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Comes here?
150 Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Enter Scroop.
[liege, Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills:Scroop. More health and happiness betide my And yet not <0,--for what can we bequeath, Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver hina! Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
K. Rich. Mine ear is open and my heart prepar'd; Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, The worst is worldly loss, thou canst untold. 155 And nothing can we call our own but death; Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care; And that small model of the barren earth, And what loss is it, to be rid of care?
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?
For heaven's sakė, let us sit upon the ground, Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, And tell sad stories of the death of kings:We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so. 160 How some have been depos'd, some slain in wor; Revolt our subjects that we cannot mend; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd; They break their faith to God, as well as us : Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd;
? The king's beadsmen were his chaplains. ? Called so, because the leaves of the yew are poison, and the wood is employed for instruments of death. i e. mould.
All murder'd:-For within the hollow crown, K. Rich. He does nie double wrong,
[Ereunt. To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks;
The Camp of Bolingbroke, before Flint Castle. Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus,
Enter with drums and colours, Bolingbroke, Comes at the last, and with a little pin
10 York, Northumberland, and Attendants. Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood The Welshmen are dispers’d; and Salisbury With solemn reverence; throw away respect,
Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, Tradition?, form, and ceremonious duty, With some few private friends upon this coast. For you have but mistook me all this wbile: 15 North. The news is very fair and good, my lord; I live on bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. Need friends ;-Subjected thus,
York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland How can you say to me-I am a king?
To say-king Richard:-Alack the heavy day, Carl. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their pre- When such a sacred king should hide his head! sent woes,
201 North. Your grace mistakes; only to be brief, But presently prevent the ways to wail.
Left I his title out. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, York. The time hath been, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, Would you have been so brief with him, he would And so your follies fight against yourself. Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, Fear, and be slam: no worse can come, to fight :25For taking so the head', the whole head's length. And fight and die, is death destroying death}; Boling. Mistake not, uncle, farther than you Wbere fearing dying, pays deatla servile breath.
[should, Aum. My father hath a power, enquire of him; York. Take not, good cousin, farther than you And learn to make a body of a limb.
Lest you mis-take: The heavensare o'er your head. K. Rich. Thou chid’st me well :-Proud Bo-30. Böling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not lingbroke, I come
Myself against their will.-But who comes here? To change blows with thee for our day of doom.
Enter Percy. This ague-fit of fear is over-blown;
Welcome, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? An easy task it is, to win our own.
Percy. The castle royally is man’d, my lord,
Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky Percy. Yes, iny good lord,
It doth contain a king; king Richard lies
My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say, 40 And with him lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, I play the torturer, by small and small,
Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:- Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn. Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbruke; North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. And all your northern castles yielded up;
Boling. Noble lord,
[To North. And all your southern gentlemen in arms
45 Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Upon his party.
Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle Ki Rich. Thou hast said enough.
Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead mie forth Harry of Bolingbroke, on both his knees,
[To Aumerle. Doth kiss king Richard's hand; Of that sweet way I was in to despair!
50 And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, What say you now? what comfort have we now? To his most royal person ; hither come By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,
Even at his feet to lay my arms and power; That bids me be of comfort any more.
Provided that, my banishment repeald, Go, to Flint castle; threre I'll pine away;
And lands restor'd again, be freely granted : A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. 55 If not, I'll use the advantage of my power, That power I have, discharge ; and let them go And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, To ear the land' that hath some hope to grow, Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen; For I have none :--Let no man speak again The which, how far off from the mind of BolingTo alter this, for counsel is but vain.
broke Aum. My liege, one word.
16olst is, such crimson tempest should bedrench This alludes to the antic or fool of old farces, whose principal business is to ridicule the graver and more splendid personages. ? Tradition seems here used for traditional practices. The meaning is, to die fighting, is to return the evil that we suffer, to destroy the destroyers. * i. e, to plough it. * To take the head is, is to take undue liberties,
The we stood
The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, Harry Bolingbroke, doth hunbly kiss thy hand, My stooping duty tenderly shall shew.
And by the honourable tomb he swears, Go, signify as much: while here we march That stands upon thy royal grandsire's boves; Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.
And by the royalties of both your bloods,
His coming hither hath no farther scope,
Which on thy royal party granted once,
pet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls King And as I am a gentleman, I credit him. Richard, the Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, K. Rich. Northumberland, say,--thus the king Scroop, and Salisbury.
returns:York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear,20 His noble cousin is right welcome hither; As doth the blushing discontented sun
And all the number of his fair demands From out the fiery portal of the east;
Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction: When he perceives, the envious clouds are bent With all the gracious utterance thou hast, To dim his glory, and to stain the tract
Speak to bis gentle hearing kind commendsOf his bright passage to the occident.
25 We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, [To Jum. Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Controling majesty: Alack, alack, for woe, Defiance to the traitor, and so die? [ words, That any harm should stain so fair a show! Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have 30/'Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful
(of mine, To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
K. Rich. Oh God! oh God! that e'er this tongue Because we thought ourself thy lawful king; That laid the sentence of dread banishment And if we be, how dare thy joints forget On yon proud man, should take it off again To pay their awful duty to our presence?
35 With words of sooth?! Ob, that I were as great If we be not, shew us the hand of God
As is my grief, or lesser than my name! That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; Or that I could forget what I have been! For well we know, no hand of blood and bone Or not remember what I must be now! [beat, Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to Unless he do prophane, steal, or usurp: 40 Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. And though you think, that all, as you have done, Aum. Northumberland comes back from BoHave torn their souls, by turning them from us,
[submit? And we are barren, and bereft of friends ;
K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads;
And my large kingdom, for a little grave,
For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; Her pasture's grass with faithful English blood. And, bury'd once, why not upon my head? North. The King of heaven forbid, our lord 60 Aumerle, thou weep’st; My tender-hearted
cousin ! Should so with civil and uncivil arms
We'll make foul weather with despised tears ; Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin, Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the suoniner corn, 'i.e. the flowery surface of England's soil, 2 In tl.is place sooth means sweetness or softness.