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As theirs, so mine ; and all be as it is.
His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands.
York. I'll not be by, the while: My liege, Enter Northumberland.
farewell : North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him to What will ensue hercof, there's none can tell; your majesty.
But by bad courses may be understood, K. Rich. What says he now?
That iheir events can never fall out good. Eril. North.
Nay, nothing; all is said : K. Rich. Go, Bushy, to the earl of Wiltshire His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
straight; Words, life, and all, old Lancaster has spent. Bid him repair to us, to Ely-house,
York. Be York the next that must be bankrupt so! To see this business : To-morrow next Though death be poor, it ends a mortal wo. We will for Ireland ; and 'tis tiine, I trow;
K. Rich. The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; And we create, in absence of oursell, His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be: Our uncle York, lord governor of England, So much for that.--Now for our Irish wars : For he is just, and always loved us well.We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns ;' Come on, our queen: to.norrow must we part; Which live like venom, where no venom else, Be merry, for our time of stay is short. (Flourisk. But only they, hath privilege to live.?
(Ereunt King, Queen, Bushy, Aumerie, And for these great affairs do ask some charge,
Green, and Bagot. Towards our assistance, we do seize to us
North. Well, lords, the duke of Lancaster is The plate, coin, revenues, and moveables,
dead. Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd. Ross. And living too; for now his son is duke.
York. How long shall I be patient ? Ah, how long Willo. Barely in litle, not in revenue. Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?
North. Richly in both, if justice had her right. Not Gloster's death, nor Hereford's banishment, Ross. My heart is great; but it must break with Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs,
silence, Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke Ere't be disburden'd with a liberals tongne. About his marriage, nor my own disgrace, Nurih. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er Have ever made me sour my patient cheek,
speak more, Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's luce.- That speaks thy words again, to do thee harm! I am the last of noble Edward's sons,
Willo. Tends that thou’dst speak, to the duke Of whom thy father, prince of Wales, was first;
of Hereford ? In war, was never lion rag'd more tierce,
Ir it be so, out with it boldly, man;
wrongs are borne,
By natterers; and what they will inform,
K. Rich. Why, uncle, what's the matter? 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. York.
O, my liege, Ross. The commons hath he pill'd' with grierous Pardon me, if you please ; is not, I pleas'd
taxes, Not to be pardon'd, am content withal.
And lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fin'd, Seek you to seize, and gripe into your hands, For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts. The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford ? Willo. And daily new exactions are deris'd; Is not Gaunt dead ? and doth not Hereford live ? As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: Was not Gaunt just ? and is not Harry true ? But what, o'God's name, doth become of this ? Did not the one deserve to have an heir ?
North. Wars have not wasted it, for warrd he Is not his heir a well-deserving son?
hath not, Take Hereford's rights away, and take from time But basely yielded upon compromise, His charters, and his customary rights ;
That which his ancestors achiev'd with blows: Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day;
More hath he spent in peace, than they in wars. Be not thyself, for how art thou a king,
Ross. The earl of Wiltshire hath ihe realm in But by fair sequence and succession 3
farm. Now, afore God God forbid, I sav true!),
Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,
man. Call in the letters patents that he hath
North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth over By his attornies-general to sue
him. His livery,' and deny his otler'd homage,
Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars, You pluck' a thousand dangers on your head,
His burdenous taxations notwithstanding, You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts, But by the robbing of the banish'd duke. And prick my tender patience to those thoughts North. His noble kinsman: most degenerate king! Which honour and allegiance cannot think. But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, K. Rich. Think what you will; we seize into Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm: our hands
We see the wind sit sore upon our sails, (1) Irish soldiers.
(3) When of thy age. 2) Alluding to the idea that no venomous rep- (4) Taking possession.
(5) Free. tiles live in Ireland.
(6) Deprived. (7) Pijlaged.
And yet we strike not, but securely perish.' More than your lord's departure weep not ; more's
Ross. We see the very wreck that we must suffer; not seen;. And unavoided is the danger now,
Or is it be, 'uis with false sorrow's eye, For suffering so the causes of our wreck. Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary. Norik. Not so; even through the hollow eyes or Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward soul, death,
Persuades me, it is otherwise : Howe'er it be, I spy life peering; but I dare not say.
I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad, How near the tidings of our comfort is.
As,--though, in thinking, on no thought I think,Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. dost ours.
Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit,' my gracious Ross. Be contident to speak, Northumberland :
lady. We three are but thysell'; and, speaking so, Queen. 'Tis nothing less : conceit is still deriv'd Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold. From some fore-father grief; mine is not so; North. Then thus:- I have, from Port le Blanc, For nothing hath begot my something grief ; a bay
Or something hath the nothing that I grieve: In Brittany, received intelligence,
'Tis in reversion that I do possess; That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham But what it is, that is not yet known; what (The son of Richard earl of Arundel,]
I cannot name ; 'tis nameless wo, I wot.
Green. God save your majesty!--and well met, Sir John Norberry, sir Robert Waterton, and Fran. I hope, the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland,
cis Quoint, All these well furnish'd by the duke of Bretagne,
Queen. Why hop'st thou so ? 'tis better hope, With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, for his designs crave haste, his haste good hope
he is; Are making hither with all due expedience, And shortly mean to touch our northern shore:
Then wherefore dost thou hope, he is not shipp'd? Ferhaps, they had ere this, but that they stay
Green. That he, our hope, might have retired The first departing of the king for Ireland.
his power, If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,,
And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Impe out our drooping country's broken wing,
Who strongly hath set footing in this land :
The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,
Queen. Now God in heaven forbid ! But if you faini, as fearing to do so,
Green. 0, madam, 'tis too true : and that is Stay, and be secret, and myself will go.
worse, Ross. To horse, to horse ! urge doubts to them The lord Northumberland, his young son Henry that fear.
Percy, Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, there.
With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.
Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd NorthumSCENE II.-The same. A room in the palace. berland, Enler Queen, Bushy and Bagot. And all the rest of the revolting faction,
Traitors ? Busky. Madam, your majesty is too much sad :
Green. We have: whereon the earl of Worcester You promis'd, when you parted with the king,
Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, To lay aside life-harming heaviness,
And all the household servants fled with him And entertain a cheerful disposition.
To Bolingbroke. Queen. To please the king, I did; to please my- Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my wo, self,
And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: I cannot do it; yet I know no cause
Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy ; Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,
Have wo to wo, sorrow to sorrow join'd.
Who shall hinder me? Is coming towards me ; and my inward soul
I will despair, and be at enmity
With cozening hope ; he is a flatterer,
Which false hope lingers in extremity.
Green. Here comes the duke of York.
Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck ; Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,
0, full of careful business are his looks ! Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
Uncle, Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail ;
For heaven's sake, speak comfortable words. Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows
York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts. or what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,
Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,
Where nothing lives but crosses, care, and grief. (1) Perish by confidence in our security. (2) Stout. (3) Expedition.
(6) Pictures. (7) Fanciful conception. Supply with new feathers. (6) Gilding. (8) Know.
(9) Drawn it back. SA
Your husband he is gone to save far off,
Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty. Whilst others come to make him lose at home : Farewell : if heart's presages be not vain, Here am I left to underprop his land ;
We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:- Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bo-. Now comes the sick hour that his surseit made;
lingbroke. Now shall he try his friends that Matter'd him. Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes
Is-enumb'ring sands, and drinking oceans dry; Enter a Servant.
Where one on his side fights, thousands will dy. Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came.
Bushy. Farewell at once ; for once, for all, and York. He was l_Why, so !-go all which way it will!
Green. Well, we may meet again. The nobles they are fled, the commons cold,
I fear me, never. (Eseunt. And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. Sirrah,
SCENE III.-The Wilds in Glostershire. Enter Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster;
Bolingbroke and Northumberland, with Forces. Bid her send me presently a thousand pound : Hold, take my ring:
Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship:
North. Believe me, noble lord, To-day, as I came by, I called there;
I am a stranger here in Glostershire. But I shall grieve you to report the rest.
These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, York. What is it, knave ?
Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome : Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, York. God for his mercy! what a lide of woes
Making ihe hard way sweet and delectable. Comes rushing on this woful land at once !
But, I bethink me, what a weary way I know not what to do:-1 would to God, From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found (So my untruth' had not provok'd him to it,)
In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company; The king had cut off my head with iny brother's.- Which, I protest, hath very much beguil'd What, are there posts despatch'd for Ireland ?- The tediousness and process of my travel : How shall we do for money for these wars ?
But theirs is sweeten'd with the hope to have Come, sister,-cousin, I would say: pray, pardon The present benefit which I possess :
And hope to joy, is little less in joy, Go, fellow (To the Servant.) get thee home, provide Than hope enjoy'd : by this the weary lords some carts,
Shall make their way seem short; as mine hath done And bring away the armour that is there.
By sight of what I have, your noble company.
(Erit Servant. Boling. Of much less value is my company, Gentlemen, will you go muster men? if I know Than your good words. But who comes here? How, or which way, to order these affairs,
Enter Harry Percy. Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen ;- North. It is my son, young Harry Percy, The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoerer.And duty bids defend; the other again,
Harry, how fares your uncle ? Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd ; Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.
his health of you. Well, somewhat we must do.-Come, cousin, I'll North. Why, is he not with the queen? Dispose of you :-Go, muster up your men, Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the And meet me presently at Berkley-castle.
court, I should to Plashy too;
Broken his staff of office, and dispers'd
What was his reason ? (Exeunt York and Queen. He was not so resolv'd, when last we spake toBushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to gether. Ireland,
Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed But none returns. For us to levy power,
traitor. Proportionable to the enemy,
But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, Is all impossible.
To offer service to the duke of Hereford ; Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love, and sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover Is near the hate of those love not the king. What power the duke of York had levied there; Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for Then with direction to repair to Ravenspurg. their love
North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them,
boy? By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot, Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally con- Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge, demn'd.
I never in my life did look on him. Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, North. Then learn to know him now; this is Because we ever have been near the king.
the duke. Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service, castle;
Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; The earl of Wiltshire is already there.
Which elder days shall ripen, and confirm Bushy. Thither will I with you : for little office To more appror'd service and desert. The hateful commons will perform for us ;
Boling. I'thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, Except like curs to tear us all to pieces. - I count myself in nothing else so happy, Will you go along with us ?
As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends;
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, (1) Disloyalty.
lit shall be still thy true love's recompense:
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, seals it.
Now prisoner to the palsy, chástise thee, North. How far is it to Berkley.? And what stir And minister correction to thy fault ! Keeps good old York there, with his men of war? Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,
On what condition stands it, and wherein ? Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard : York. Even in condition of the worst degrec, And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Sey- In gross rebellion, and detested treason : mour;
Thou art a banish'd man, and here art copre, None else of name, and noble estimate.
Before the expiration of thy time,
In braving arms against thy sovereign.
Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereloughby,
But as I come, I come for Lancaster. Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. Boling. Welcome, my lords: I wot,' your love Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:
And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace, pursues A banish'd traitor; all my treasury
You are my father, for, methinks, in you
I see old Gaunt alive; ' then, my father!
Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away
A wand'ring vagabond; my rights and royalties lord. Willo. And far surmounts our labour to at- if that my cousin king be king of England,
To upstart unthrists? Wherefore was I born ? tain it. Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kirsman,
It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster. poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,
Had you first died, and he been thus trod down,
He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
To rouse his wrongs,* and chase them to the bay. Enter Berkley.
I am denied to sue my livery: here, North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess.
And yet my letters-patent give me leave: Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to you. My father's goods are all distrain'd, and sold;
Boling. My lord, my answer is--lo Lancaster ; And these, and all, are all amiss employ'd. And I am come to seek that name in England :
What would you have me do? I ain a subject, And I must find that title in your tongue,
And challenge law : Attornies are denied me; Before I make reply to aught you say.
And therefore personally I lay my claim Berk. Mistake me noi, my lord; 'tis not my To my inheritance of free descent. meaning,
North. The noble duke hath been too much
abus'd. To raze one title of your honour out: To you, my lord, I come (what lord you will,)
Ross. It stands your grace upon, to do him right. From the most glorious regent of this land,
Willo. Base men by his endowments are made
great. The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on To take advantage of the absent time, 2
York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,And fright our native peace with self-born arms.
I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs,
And labour'd all I could to do him right :
But in this kind to come, in braving arms, Boling. I shall not need transport my words by Be his own carver, and cut out his way, you;
To find out right with wrong,-it may not be ; Here comes his grace in person.—My noble uncle! And you, that do abet him in this kind,
(Kneels. Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming is knee,
But for his own: and, for the right of that, Whose duty is deceivable and false.
We all have strongly sworn to give him aid ; Boling. My gracious uncle !
And let him ne'er sec joy, that breaks that oath. York. Tut, tut !
York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms;
But, if I could, by him that gave me life,
I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well ;-
Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept. Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence ? But we must win your grace, to go with us Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, To Bristol castle ; which, they say, is held And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices, Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, The caterpillars of the commonwealth, As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of ?n, York. It may be, I will go with you :--but yet From forth the ranks of many thousand French;
I'll pause ; (1) Know. Time of the king's absence.
(5) Possession of my land, &c. (3) Impartial. The persons who wrong him. (6) It is your interest.
For I am loath to break our country's laws. Condemns you to the death :-See them deliver'd
(Exeunt. Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death tome,
Than Bolingbroke to England. -Lords, farewell. SCENE IV.-A camp in Wales. Enter Salis
Green. My comfort is,-that heaven will take bury, and a Captain.
our souls, Capt. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. And hardly kept our countrymen together,
Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them And yet we hear no tidings from the king;
despatch'd Therefore we will disperse ourselves : farewell.
[Exe. North. and others with prisoners. Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; The king reposeth all his confidence
For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : In thee.
Tell her, I send to her my kind commends ;! Capt. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. stay.
York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, With letters of your love to her at large. And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth,
away; And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change ; To fight with Glendower and his complices; Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap, Awhile to work, and, after, holiday. (Ereuni. The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other, to enjoy by rage and war:
SCENE II.-The coast of Wales. A castle in These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.
view. Flourish: drums and trumpets. Enter Farewell; our countrymen are gone and fled,
King Richard, Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, and
soldiers. As well assur'd, Richard Their king is dead. (Exil.
Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, K. Rich. Barkloughly castle call you this at I see thy glory, like a shooting star,
hand ? Fall to the base earth from the firmament !
Aum. Yea, my lord: How brooks your grace
To stand upon my kingdom once again.--
Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs:
As a long parted mother with her child
Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting; SCENE I.-Bolingbroke's camıp al Bristol. Enter So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,
Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Percy, Wil. And do thee favour with my royal' hands. loughby, Ross: officers behind with Bushy and Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Green, prisoners.
Nor with thy sweets comfort his rar'nous sense :
But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, Boling. Bring forth these men.
And heavy-gaited loads, lie in their way; Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet (Since presently your souls must part your bodies,) Which with usurping steps do trample thee. With too much urging your pernicious lives, Yield stinging neiiles to mine enemies : For 'were no charity : yet, to wash your blood And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, From oft' my hands, here, in the view of men, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder, I will unfold some causes of your death.
Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch You have misled a prince, a royal king,
Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.A happy gentleman in blood and lincaments, Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords; By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean.'
This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him;
Shall falter under soul rebellious arms. Broke the possession of a royal bed,
Bishop. Fear not, my lord; that Power, that And staind the beauty of a lair queen's cheeks
made you king, With tears drawn from her eyes by your soul Hath power to keep you king, in spite of all. wrongs.
The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Mysell-a prince, by fortune of my birth; And not neglected ; else, if heaven would, Near to the king in blood; and near in love, And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; Till you did make him misinterpret me,
The proffer'd means of succour and redress. Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries
Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; And sigh'd iny English breath in foreign clouds, Whilst Bolingbroke, ihrough our security, Eating the bitter bread of banishment:
Grows strong and great, in substance, and in Whilst you have fed upon my signories,
friends. Dispark?d? my parks, and felld my forest woods; K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou From my own windows torn my household coat,
not, Raz'd out my impress, leaving me no sign,- That when the searching eve of heaven is hid Save men's opinions, and my living blood, - Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, To show the world I am a gentleman.
Then thieves and robbers range abroad unscen, This, and much more, much more than twice all this, In murders and in outrage, bloody here ;
(1) Completely. (2) Thrown down the bedges. | (3) Of arms. (4) Motto (6) Commendations