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As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; How happy then, were my ensuing death!
Writ in remembrance, more than things long past: Enter King Richard, Queen, Aumerle, Busky,
Though Richard my life's counsel would not bear, Green, Bagot, Ross, and Willoughby.
My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear. York. The king is come: deal mildly with his

York. No; it is stop'd with other flattering sounds, 5 youth;
As, praises of his state: then, there are found For

young hot colts, being rag’d, do rage the more. Lascivious meeters'; to whose venom'd sound Queen. How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster? The open ear of youth doth always listen :

K. Rich. What comfort, man? How is't with Report of fashions in proud Italy;

aged Gaunt?

[tion! Whose manners still our tardy apish nation 10 Gaunt. Oh,how that name befits my composiLimps after, in base imitation.

Old Gaunt, indeed; and gaent in being old: Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity, Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; (So it be new, there's no respect how vile) And who abstains from meat, that is not gaunt? That is not quickly buzz'd into his ears?

For sleeping England long time have I watch'd; Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, 15 Watching bieeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt: Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard ? : The pleasure that some fathers feed upon, Direct not him, whose way himself will chuse'; Is my strict fast, I mean my children's looks; 'Tis breath thou lack’st, and that breath wilt thou And therein fasting, thou hast made me gaunt: lose.

Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Gaunt. Methinks, I am a prophet new inspir’d; 20 Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones. And thus, expiring, do foreiell of him :

K. Rich. Can sick men play so nicely with their His rash* fierce blaze of riot cannot last;

names? For violent fires soon burn out themselves: Gaunt. No, misery makes sport to mock itself: Small showers last long, but sudden stormsareshort; Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes ; 251 mock my name, great king, to tlatter thee. With eager feeding, food doth choak the feeder: K.Rich. Should dying men flatter with those Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,

that live? Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

Gaunt. No, no; men living flatter those that die. This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, K. Rich, Thou, now a dying, say'st-thou flatThis earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

30 ter'st me.

[be. This other Eden, demy paradise ;

Gaunt. Oh! no; thou dy'st, though I the sicker This fortress, built by nature for herself,

K. Rich. I am in health, I breathe, I see thee Against infection', and the hand of war;


[ill; This happy breed of men, this little world; Gaunt. Now, He that made me, knows I see thee This precious stone set in the silver sea, |35I11 in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. Which serves it in the office of a wall,

Thy death-bed is no lesser than the land,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
Against the envy of less happier lands; [land, And thou, ioo careless patient as thou art,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this Eng- Giv'st thy anointed body to the cure
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, 40 Of those physicians that first wounded thee:
Fear'd for their breed, and famous by their birth, A thousand Hatterers sit within thy crown,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home, Whose compass is no bigger than thy head;
For Christian-service, and true chivalry,

And yet, incaged in so small a verge,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,

The waste is no u hit lesser than thy land. Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son; 45 Oh, had thy grandsire, with a prophet's eye, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons, Dear for her reputation through the world, Fromforth thy reach he would have laid thy shame; Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it)

Deposing thee before thou wert possessid, Like to a tenement, or pelting farm :

Who art possess'd now to depose thyself. England, bound in with the triumphant sea, 50 Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege It were a shame, to let this land by lease : Of wat'ry Neptune, is now bound in with shame, But, for thy world, enjoying but this land, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds *; Is it not more than shame, to shame it so? That England, that was wont to conquer others, Landlord of Fngland art thou now, not king: Ilath made a shameful conquest of itself: 55 Thy state of law is bond-slave to the law; Ah! would the scandal vanish with my life,

land! 'i. e. metres, or verses. 2 Meaning, where the will rebels against the understanding. 3i. e, will follow his own course. * i. e. hasty, violent. 5i.e: against pestilence. i. e. mean, paltry. Alluding to the great sums raised upon the subject by loans and other exactions, in this reign. Johnson interprets this passage thus: “By setting the royalties to form thou hast reduced thyself to a state below sovereignty; thou art now no lo!iger king but landlord of England, subject to the same restraint and limitations as other landlords; by making thy condition a state of laz, a condition u on which the common rules of law can operate, thou art become a bond-slave to the luw; thou hast mude thyself amenable to laws from which thou wert originally exempt.”

K. Rich.


K. Rich. -Thou, a lunatic, lean-witted fool, am the last of noble Edward's sons, Presuming on an ague's privilege,

Of whom thy father, prince of Wales, was first; Dar'st with thy frozen admonition

In war was never lion rag'd more fierce, Make pale our cheek; chasing the royal blood, ,

In peace was never gentle lamb more mild, With fury, from his native residence.

5 Than was that young and princely gentleman : Now by iny seat's right royal majesty,

His face thou hast, for even so look'd he, Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son, Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours; This tongue, that runs so roundly in thy head, But, when he frown'd, it was against the French, Should run thy head from thy irreverent shoulders. And not against his friends: his noble band Gaunt. Oh, spare me not, my brother Edward's 10 Did win what he did spend, and spent not that son,

Which his triumphant father's hand had won: For that I was his father Edward's son;

His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood, That blood already, like the pelican,

But bloody with the enemies of his kin. Hast thou tap'd out, and drunkenly carows'd: Oh, Richard! York is too far gone with grief, My brother Gloster, plain well-meaning soul, 15 Or else he never would compare between. (Whom fair befal in heaven ʼmongst happy souls!) K. Rich. Why, uncle, what's the matter? May be a precedent and witness good,

York. (), my liege, That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood : Pardon ine, if you please; if not, I, pleas'd Join with the present sickness that I have; Not to be pardon'd, am content withal. And thy unkindness be like crooked age, 20 Seek you to seize, and gripe into your hands, To crop at once a too long wither'd flower. The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford ? Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee! Is not Gaunt dead? and doth not Hereford live? These words hereafter thy tormentors he!- Was not Gaunt just? and is not Harry true? Convey me to my bed, then to my grave :

Did not the one deserve to have an heir? Love they to live', that love and honour have. 25 Is not his heir a well-deserving son?

[Erit, borne out. Take Hereford's rights away, and take from time K. Rich. And let them die, that age and sullens His charters, and his customary rights ; have;

Let not to morrow then ensue to-day : For both hast thon, and both become the grave. Be not thyself, for how art thou a king,

York. 'Beseech your majesty, impute his words 30 But by fair sequence and succession? To wayward sickliness and age in hiin:

Now, afore God (God forbid, I say true!) He loves yoll, on my life, and holds you dear If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights, As Harry duke of Hereford, were he here. Call in his letters patents that he bath

K.Rich. Right; you say true: as Hereford's love, By his attornies-general to sue
As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is. (so his; 35 His livery, and deny* his offer'd homage,
Enter Northumberlund.

You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,
North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him to You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts,
K. Rich. What says he? [your majesty. And prick my tender patience to those thoughts
North. Nay, nothing; all is said:

Which honour and allegiance cannot think. [hands His tongue is now a stringless instrument;

40 K. Rich. Think what you will; we seize into our Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent. [so! Flis plate, his goods, bis money, and his lands.

York. Be York the next that must be bankrupt York. I'll not be by, the while: My liege,farewel: Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell ;

K.Rich. Theripest fruit first falls, and so doth be; But by bad courses may be understood,
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be: 45 That their events can never fall out good. (Exit.
So much for that. Now for our Irish wars : K. Rich. Go, Bushy, to the earl of Wiltshire
We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns“; Bid him repair to us, to Ely-house, (straight;
Which live like venom, where no venom else',

To see this business: To-morrow next
But only they, have privilege to live.

We will for Ireland ; and 'tis time, I trow; And, for these great affairs do ask some charge,–50 And we create, in absence of ourself, Towards our assistance, we do seize to us Our uncle York lord-governor of England, The plate, coin, revenues, and inoveables, For he is just, and always lov'd us well.Whereofour uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd.[long Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part;

York. How long shall I be patient? Oh, how Be merry, for our time of stay is short. [Flourish. Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?


[E.reunt King, Queen, &c. Not Gloster's death, nor Hereford's banishinent, North. Well, lords, the duke of Lancaster is dead. NotGaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs, Ross. And living too; for now his son is duke. Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke

Willo. Barely in title, not in revenue. About his marriage, nor my own disgrace,

North. Richly in both, if justice had her right. Have ever made me sour my patient cheek,

160 Ross. My heart is great ; but it must break with Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face.- Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue.(silence, That is, let them love to live. ? Kern signifies an Irish foot-soldier; an Irish boor.

Alluding to a tradition, that St. Patrick freed the kingdom of Ireland from every species of venomous reptiles. 1, e. refuse.




North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, speak more,

Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold. That speaks thy words again, to do thee harin! North. Then thus:-I have from Port le Blanc, Willo. Tends that thou’dst speak, to the duke in Britanny, receiv'd intelligence, [a bay of Hereford ?

5 That Harry Hereford, Reignold Lord Cobhain, If it be so, out with it boldly, man;

That late broke from the duke of Exeters; Quick is mine ear, to hear of good towards him. His brother, arclıbishop late of Canterbury,

Ross. No good at all, that I can do for him; Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston, Unless you call it good, to pity him,

Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton, and Bereft and gelded of his patrimony:


Francis Quoint, North. Now, afore heaven, 'tis shame such All these, well furnish'd by the duke of Bretagne, wrongs are borne,

With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, In him a royal prince, and many more

Are making hither with all due expedience, Of noble blood in this declining land.

And shortly mean to touch our northern shore: The king is not himself, but basely led 15 Perhaps, they had ere this; but that they stay By flatterers; and what they will inform,

The first departing of the king for Ireland. Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all,

If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke, That will the king severely prosecute,

Imp out our drooping country's broken wing, 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd cross, Ross. The commons hath be pill'd with griev-20 Wipe off the dust that hides our scepter's gilt, ous taxes,

And make high majesty look like itself, And quite lost their hearts: the nobles he hath fin'd Away with me, in post to Ravenspurg: For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts. But if you faint, as fearing to do so,

Willo. And daily new exactions are devis'd; Stay, and be secret, and myself will go: As-blanks, benevolences, and I wot nut what: 125 Ross. To horse, tu horse! urge doubts to them But what, o' God's name, doth become of this?

that fear. North. War hath not wasted it, for warr'd he Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be hath not,


[Ereunt. But basely yielded upon compromise

That which his ancestors atchiev'd with blows: 30
Mlore hain he spent in peace, than they in wars.

The Court.
Ross. The earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in

Enter Queen, Bushil, and Bagot. farm.

(man. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is much too sad: Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken You promis’d, when you parted with the king, North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth over 35 To lay aside life-harming heaviness, hini.

And entertain a cheariul disposition. (seli, Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars, Queen. To please the king I did; to please my His burthenous taxations notwithstanding, I cannot do it; yet I know no cause But by the robbing of the banish'd duke. [king ! Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,

North. His noble kivsman:-Most degenerate 40 Save bidding farewel to so sweet a guest But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, As my sweet Richard: Yet again, methinks, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm:

Some unborn sorrow, ripe in. fortune's womb, We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,

Is coming toward me; and my inward soul And yet we strike not', but securely perish. With nothing trembles: at something it grieves,

Ross. Il este the very wreck that we must suffer;45 More than with parting from my lord the king. And unavoided is the danger now,

Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty For sailering so the causes of our wreck.

shadows, North. Not so; even through the hollow eyes Which shew like grief itself, but are not so: I spy life peering : but I dare not say, (of death, For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Ilow near the tidings of our comfort is. [dost ours. 50 Divides one thing entire to many objects ;

Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou Like perspectives', which, rightly gaz'd upon, Ross. De confident to speak, Northumberland: Shew nothing but confusion; ey'd awry,

" To strike the sails, is, to contract them. ? Mr. Steevens observes, that this circumstance, of having broke from the duke oj Exeter, applies solely to Thomas Arundel, son and heir to the earl of Arundel who was beheaded in this reign; and from thence conjectures, that a line is lost, in which bis name had originally a place. The archbishop next mentioned, was uncle to this young lord, though Shakspeare mistakenly calls him his broiher. Having been deprived by the pope of his sce, at the request of the king. * This expression is borrowed from falconry. To imp a hawk, was to supply such wing-feathers as dropped, or were forced out by any accident. 6 Warburton says this is a tine sinulitude, and the thing meant is this: “Amongst nathematical recreations, there is one in optics, in which a tigure is drawn, wherein all the rules of perspective are inverted: so that, if held in the same position with those pictures which are drawn according to the rules of perspectire, it can present nothing but contusion: and to be seen in form, and under a regular appearance, it naust be looked upon from a contrary station; or, as Shakspeare says, cy'd awry."



not seen:

his power,

Distinguish form: so your siveet majesty,

Enter York. Looking awry upon your lord's departure,

Green. Here comes the duke of York. Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; meon. With signs of war about his aged neck; Which, louk'd on as it is, is nought but shadows Oh, full of careful business are his looks! Of what it is not. Then, thrice gracious queen, 5 | L'ncle, for heaven's sake, speak comfortable words. More than your lord's departure weep not; more's York. Should I do so, I should bely my thoughts:

Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,

Where nothing lives, but crosses, care, and grief, Which, for things true, werps things imaginary, Your husband he is gone to save far off,

Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward soul 10 Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Persuades me, it is otherwise: Howc'er it be, Hiere am I left to underprop his land; I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad,

Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:-As, though, in thinking, on no thought I think, Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him. Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious 15

Enter a Serrant. lady.

Ser. My lord, your son was gone before I came. Queen. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still deriv'd York. He was -- Why, so!-go all which way From some fore-father griet'; mine is not so;

it will!

[cold. For nothing hath begot my something grief; The nobles they are fled, the commons they are Or something hath, the nothing that I grieve: 20 And will, I fear, revolt on leretord's side. Tis in reversion that I do possess ;

Sirrah, But what it is, that is not yet known; what Get thee to Plashy?, to my sister Gloster; I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot. Bid her send me presently a thousand pound:Enter Green.

Hold, take my ring. Green. Heaven save your majesty!—and well25 Ser. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: met, gentlemen :

To-day, I came by, and callid there ;—but I I hope the king is not yet ship'd for Ireland. Shall grieve you to report the rest.

Queen. Why hop'st thou so: 'tis better lope, he is; York. What is it, kiave? For his designs crave haste, his kaste good hope ; Ser. An hour before I came, the duchess dy'd. Then wheretore dost thou hope, he is not ship'd? 30 York. Heaven for his mercy! what a tide oi woes Green. That he, our hope, might have retird" Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!

I know not what to do:- I would to heaven, And driven into despair an enemy's hope, (So my untruth' hath not provok'd him to't) Who strongly bath set footing in this land: The king had cut off my head with my brother's.The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, 35 What are there posts dispatch'd for Ireland? And with uplifted arins is safe arriv'd

How shall we do for money for these wars :At Ravenspurg.

Come, sister, --cousin, I would say; pray, pardor Queen. Now God in heaven forbid! (worse,

Green. O, madam, 'tis too true: and that is Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts, The lord Northumberland, his young sou Henry 40

[To the servant. Percy,

And bring away the armour that is there.The lords of Ross, Beaumont, and Willoughby,

Gentlemen, will

yon go muster men? If I know With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. Ilow, or which way, to order these affairs, Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd North- Thus disorderly thrust into my hands, umberland,

45 Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen; And the rest of the revolted faction, traitors? The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath Green. We have: whereupon the earl of Worcester

And duty bids detend ; the other again, Hath broke his staff, resign’d his stewardship, Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd; And all the houshold servants fled with him Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. To Bolingbroke.

[woe, 50 Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll Queer. So, Green, thou art the midwife of my Dispose of you :-Go, muster up your men, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: And meet nie presently at Berkley, gentlemen. Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy; I should to Plasliy too;And I, a gasping new-deliver’d mother,

But time will not permit :-All is uneven, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join’d. 55 And every thing is left at six and seven. Bushy. Despair not, madam.

[Exeunt York and Queen. Queen. Who shall hinder me?

Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to IreI will despair, and be at enmity

But none returns. For us to levy power, [land, With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,

Proportionable to the enemy, A parasite, a keeper-back of death,

60 Is all unpossible. Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Green. Besisles, our nearness to the king in love, Which false hope lingers in extremity.

Is near the hate of those love not the king. i. e. drawn it back.

The lordship of Plashy was a town of the dutchess of Gloc er’sin Essex, 1. e, disloyalty, treachery.




Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for |To offer service to the duke of Hereford ; their love

And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, What power the duke of York hath levied there; Ey so much tills their hearts with deadly hate. Then with direction to repair to Ravenspurg. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally con- 5 North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, demmn'd.

boy? Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, Percy. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot, Because we have been ever near the king. (castle; Which ne'er Í did remember: to my knowledge,

Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristo! I never in my life did look on him. The earl of Wiltshire is already there.

10f North. Then learn to know him now; this is Bushy. Thither I will with you: for little office

the duke.

[vice, 'The hateful commons will perform for us;

Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my ser. Escept, like curs, to tear us all in pieces. - Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; Will you go along with us?

Which elder days shall ripen and confirm Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty. 15 To more approved service and desert. Farewel: if heart's presages be not vain,

Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy: and be sure, We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. I count myself in nothing else so happy, Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bo- As in a soul remembring my good friends; Tingbroke.

And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, Green. Alas! poor duke, the task he undertakes|20 It shall be still thy true love's recoinpence: [it. Is--numb'ring sands, and drinking oceans dry; My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals Where one on his side tights, thousands will fly. North. How far is it to Berkley? And what stir

Bushy. Farewelat once; for once,for all, and ever. Keeps good old York there, with his men of war? Green. Well, we may meet again.

Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of Bagot. I fear me, never.

[Exeunt. 25

trees, SCENE III.

Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard:

And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and The wilds in Glostershire.

None else of name, and noble estimate.[Seymour, Enter Bolingbroke and Northumberland.

Enter Ross and Willoughby. Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? 30 North. Here come the lords of Ross and Wil. North. Believe me, noble lord,

loughby, I am a stranger here in Glostershire.

Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. [sues These high wild bills, and rough uneven ways, Boling. Welcome, my lords: Iwot, your lovepurDraw out our miles, and make them wearisome: A banish'd traitor; all my treasury And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, 35 Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich'd, Making the hard way sweet and delectable. Shall be your love and labour's recompence. But, I betbink me, what a weary way,

Ross. Your presence makeusrichymosi noblelord, Fro:n Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it. In Ross, and Willoughby, wanting your company; Boling. Everinore thanks, the exchequer of the Which, I protest, hath very much beguild 40

poor; The tediouisness and process of my travel: Which, 'till my infant fortune comes to years, But theirs is sweetend with the hope to have Stands for my bounty. But who comes here? The present benefit that I possess :

Enter Berkley. And hope to joy, is little less in joy,

North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. Than hope enjoy'd: by this, the weary lords 45 Berk. My lord of Hereford,my message is to you. Shall make their way seein short; as mine hath done Boling. My lord, my answer is, to Lancaster; By sight of what I have, your noble company. And I am come to seek that name in England: Boling. Of much less value is my company,

And I must find that title in your tongue, Than your good words. But who comes here? Before I make reply to aught you say, Enter Harry Percy.

50 Berk. Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my North. It is my son, young Harry Percy,

meaning, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.- To raze one title of your honour out:Harry, how fares your uncle?

To you, my lord, I come, (what lord you will) Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd From the most glorious of this land, his health of you.

55 The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on North. Why, is he not with the queen? [court, To take advantage of the absent time',

Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the And fright our native peace with self-born armis. Broken his staff of office, and dispers'd

Enter York, attended. The houshold of the king.

Boling. I shall not need transport mywords by you; North. What was his reason?

60 Here comes his grace in person.—My noble uncle! He was not so resolv’d,when lastwespake together.

Kneels. Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed York. Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, [traitor. Whose duty is deceivable and false. [knee, Meaning, perhaps, the time of the king's absence.

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