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Queen. What is my Richard both in shape and K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and mind

heart from heart. Transform’d and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke Queen. Banish us both,and send theking with me. Depos’dthine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? North. That were some love, but little policy. The lion, dying, thrustest forth his paw,


Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let ine go. And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage K.Rich. Sotwo,together weeping,makeone woe, To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod ? Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near And fawn on rage with base humility,

Go,count thy way with sighs;1, mine with groans. Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? [beasts, 10 Queen. So longest way shall have the longest

K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed ; if aught but I had been still a happy king of open.

K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for

being short, France :

And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Think, I anı dead; and that even here thou tak’st 15 Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, As from my death-bed, my last living leave. Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. In winter's tedious nights, sit by the tire

One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; With good old folks ; and let them tell thee tales Thus give i mine, and thus take I thy heart. Of woeful ages long ago betid:

[They kiss. And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, 20 Queen. Give me mine own again ; 'twere no Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,

good part, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. To take od me to keep, and kill thy heart. For why, the senseless brands will sympathize

[Kiss again. The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,

So, now I have mine own again, be gone, And, in compassion, weep the tire out:

25 That I may strive to kill it with a groan. And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond For the deposing of a rightful king.

delay : Enter Northumberland, uttended.

Once more adieu; the rest let sorrow say. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is

[Exeunt. chang'd;

30 You must to Pomfret, not into the Tower.

Avd, madam, there is order ta'en for you ;

The Duke of York's Palace.
With all swift speed, you must away to France.
K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where.

Enter York, with his Dutchess.

35 Dutch. My lord, you told me, you would tell The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,

the rest, The time shall not be many hours of age

When weeping made you break the story off More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, Of our two cousins coming into London. Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think,

York. Where did I leave? Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, 40 Dutch. At that sad stop, my lord, It is too little, helping him to all; [way Where rudemisgovern'd hands, from window tops, And he shall think, that thou, which know's the Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,

York. Then, as I said, the duke, great BolingBeing ne'er so little urg'd, another way

Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, [broke,To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. 45 Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,The love of wicked friends converts to fear: With slow, but stately pace kept on his course, That fear, to hate; and bate turns one, or both, While all tongues cry'd-God save thee, BolingTo worthy danger, and deserved death.

hrobe! North. My guilt beon my head, and there anend. You would have thought the very windows spake, Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith. 50 So many greedy looks of young and old

K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd :-Bad men, ye violate Through casements darted their desiring eyes A two-fold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me; Opon his visage; and that all the walls, And then betwixt me and my married wife.-- With painted imag’ry, had said at once,Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me: Jesu preserve thee! welcome Bolingbroke!

[To the Queen. 55 Whilst be, from one side to the other turning, And yet not so, for with a kiss'twas made.- Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Part us, Norihumberland; I towards the north, Bespake them thus, ---I thank you, countrymen : Where shivering cold and sicknesspinesthe clime: And thus still doing, thus he passed along. My wife to France; from whence, set forth in pomp, Dutch. Alas, poor Ricirard! where rides he the She came adorned hither like sweet May, 1601

while ? Sent back like Hollowmas?, or short'st of day. York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, Queen. And inust we be divided? must we part: Aiter a well grac'd actor ieaves the stage,

Meaning, to requite, or repay them for their mournful stories. ?i. e. 'All-lallows, or all. hallowntide; the first of November, ? i. e. to be never the nigher: or, to inake no advance towards the good desired.

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Are idly bent' on him that enters next,

I will appeach the villain. Thinking his prattle to be tedious:

Dutch. What's the matter? Even so, or with inuch more contempt, men's eyes York, Peace, foolish woman.

son! Didscowlon Richard; no mancry'd, God save him: Dutch. I will not peace:---What is the matter, No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: Aum. Good mother, be content; it is no more But dust was thrown upon his sacred head; Than my poor life must answer. Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— Dutch. 'Thy life answer ! His face still combating with tears and smiles,

Enter Sercant, with boots. The badges of his griet and patience,

York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the king. That had not God, for some strong purpose, steella 10 Dutch. Strike him, Aumerle.—Poor boy, thou The heartsofmen, they must perforce,have melted,

art ainaz'd: And barbarism itself have pitied him.

Ilence, villain; never more come in my sight.But heaven hath a hand in these events;

[Speaking to the sertant. To whose high will we bound our calm contents. York. Give me my boots, I say: To Bolingbroke are we sworu subjects now, 15 Dutch. Why, York, what wilt thou do? Whose state and honour I for aye allow.

Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own! Enter Aumerle.

Have we more sons? or are we like to have? Dutch. Here comes my son Aumerle. Is not ny teeming date drunk up with time? York, Aumerle that was ;

And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age,
But that is lost, for being Richard's friend, 20]. And rob me of a happy mother's name?
And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: Is he not like thee is he not thine own?
I am in parliament pledge for his truth,

York. Thou fond mad woinan,
And lasting fealty to the new-made king. [now, Wilt thou conceal this da k conspiracy?

Duch. Welcome, my son: Who are the violets A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,
That strew the green-lap of the new-come spring:|25 And interchangeably set down their hands,

Aum. Madan, I know not, nor I greatly care not; To kill the king at Oxford. God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. [time,

Dutch. He shall be none; York. Well, bear you well' in this new spring of We'll keep hiin here: Then what is that to him Lest you be cropt before you come to prime. York. Away, fond woman! were he twenty What news from Oxford: Hold those justs and 30 My son, I would appeach him.

[times triumphs?

Dutch. Had’st thou groan'd for him, Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do. As I have done, thoud'st be more pitiful. York. You will be there, I know.

But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect, Aum. If God prevent me not; I purpose so.

That I have been disloyal to thy bed, York. What seal is that, that hangs without 35 And that he is a bastard, not thy son: thy bosom?

Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: Yea, look’st thou pale? let me see the writing.

He is as like thee as a man inay be, Aum. My lord, 'tis nothing.

Not like to me, or any of my kin, York. No matter then who sees it:

And yet I love him. I will be satisfy'd, let me see the writing. 40 York. Make way, unruly woman. [Erit.(horse; - Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; Dutch. After, Aumerle: mount thee upon his It is a matter of small consequence,

Spur, post; and get before him to the king, Which for some reasons I would not have seen. And beg tiy pardon ere he do accuse thee.

York. Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. I'll not be long behind; though I be old, I fear, I fear,

45 I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: Dutch. What should you fear?

And never will I rise up from the ground, 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into Till Bolingbroke have pardon’d thee: Away. For gay apparel, against the triumph. [bond

(Ereunt. York. Bound to himself? what doth he with a

That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.-
Boy, let me see the writing.

The Court at Windsor Castle,

[shew it. Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not

Enter Bolingbroke, Percy, and other Lords. York. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. Boling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son!

[Snatches it and reads. | Tis full three months, since I did see him last:Treason ! foul treason !-villain ! traitor! slave! 155 1f any plague hang over us, 'tis he. Dutch. What is the matter, my lord?

I would to heaven, my lords, he might be found: York. Ho! who is within there : saddle my horse. Enquire at London, 'inongst the taverns there, Heaven, for his mercy! what treachery is here! For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, Dutch. Why, what is it, my lord?

With unrestrained loose companions; York. Giveme my boots, I say; saddle my horse: 60 Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth, And beat our watch, and rob our passengers;

'i. e, carelessly turned. From Holinshed we learn, that the dukes of Aumerle, Surry, and Exeter, were by an act of Henry's first parliament deprived of their dukedons, but allowed to retain their arldoms of Rusland, Kent, and Huntingdon. Pie conduct yourself with prudence.

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While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy, (Thy overflow of good converts to bado;
Takes on the point of honour, to support

And thy abundant goodness shall excuse
So desolute a crew.

[prince; This deadly blot in thy digressing' son.
Percy. My lord, some two days since I saw the York. So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd;
And told hiin of these triumphs held at Oxford. 5 And he shall spend inine honour with his shame,
Boling. And what said the gallant?

As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold.
Percy. His answer was,--hewould unto the stews: Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies,
And from the common'st creature pluck a glove,


my shamı'd life in his dishonour lies : And wear it as a favour; and with that

l'hou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, He would unhorse the lustiest challenger. [both 10 The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. Boling. As dissolute, as desperate: yet, through

[Dutchess within: I see some sparkles of a better hope,

Dutch. What ho, my liege! for heaven's sake, Which elder days may happily bring forth.

let me in.

[eager cry? But who comes here?

Boling. What shrill-voic'd suppliant makes this Enter Aumerle, amazed.

15 Dutch. A woman, and thine aunt, great king; Aum. Where is the king?

'tis I.
Boling. What means

Speak with pity me, open the door;
Our cousin, that he stares and looks so widly? A beggar begs, that never begg'd before.
Aum. God save your grace! I do beseech your Boling.Ourscene is alter'd, from a serious thing,

20 And now chang'd to the Beggar and the King :To have some conference with your grace alone. A\Ly dangerous cousin, let your mother in; Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here Thnow, she's come to pray for your foul sin. alone.

York. If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, What is the matter with our cousin now?

More sins, for this forgiveness, prosper may, Aum. Forever may my knees grow to the eart), 25 This festerd joint cut off, the rest rests sound;

[Kinecls. This, let alone, will all the rest confound.
My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,

Enter Dutchess.
Unless a pardon, ere I rise, or speak!

Dutch.Oking, believe not this hard-hearted man;
Boling. Intended, or committed, was this fault: Love, loving not itself, none other can. [here?
If but the first, how heinous ere it be,

30 York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou do To win thy after-love, I pardon thee. [key, Shall thy old dugs once more a trattor rear?

Aum. Then give me leave that I may turn the Dutch. Sweet York, be patient: Hear me,
That no man enter 'till my tale be done

gentle liege.

[Kneels, Boling. Have thy desire. [York within. Boling. Rise up, good aunt.

York. My liege, beware; look to thyself; 35 Dutch. Not yet, I thee beseech:
Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.

For ever will I kneel upon my knees,
Boling. Villain, I'll make thee safe. [Drawing. And never see day that the bappy sees,
Aum. Stay thy revengeful hand;

Till thou givejov; until thou bid me joy,
Thou hast no cause to fear.

By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy:
York. Open the door, secure, fool-hardy king : 40 dum. Unto my mother's prayers, I bend my
Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face?


[Kneels. Open the door, or I will break it open.

York. Against them both, my true joints bended The King opens the door, enter York.


Berling: What is the mater, uncle speak; Dil may'st thou thrive, if thou grant any grace!
Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, Dutch. Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face;
That we may arin us to encounter it. [know His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest;

York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt His words come fronı his mouth, ours from our
The treason that my haste forbids meshow. (past:

Aum. Remember, as thou readst, thy pro:nise lle prays but faintly, and would be deny'd;
I do repent me; read not my name there, 30 We pray with heart, and soul, and all beside:
My heart is not confederate with my hand. His weary joints would gladly rise, I know;

York.'Twas, villain,ere thyhanddið set it down.-- Ourknees shall kneel 'till to the ground they grow:
I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king;

His prayers are full of false hypocrisy ;
Fear, and not love, begets his penitence:

Ours, of true zeal and deep integrity.
Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove 53 Our prayers do ont-pray his; then let them have
A serpent that will sting thee to the heart. That mercy, which true prayers vught to have.

Boling.O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy!- Boling. Good aunt, stand up.
O loyal father of a treacherous son!

Dutch. Nay, do not say-stand up;
Thou sheer', immaculate, and silver fountain, But, pardon, first ; and afterwards, stand up;
From whence this stream through muddy passages 60 And if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach,
Hath held his current, and delil'd himself! Pardon-should be the first word of thy speech.

Sheer is pellucid, clear. ? That is, “ The overflow of good in thee is turned to bad in thy son.: To digress is to deviate from what is right and regular. • Alluding to an interlude well known in our author's time,

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I never long'd to hear a word 'till now:

And here is not a creature but myself,
Say---pardon, king; let pity teach thee how: cannot do it ;-Yet l'll hammer it out.
The word is short, but not so short as sweet ; My brain I'll prove the female to my soul;
No word like, pardon, for kings' mouths so meet. My soul, the ia her: and these two beget
York. Speak it in French, king; say, pardonnez 5 A generation of stiil-breeding thoughts,

And these same thoughts people this little world;
Dutch. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy: In humours, like the people oi this world,
Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, For no thought is contented. The better sort,-
That selst the word itself against the word!-- As thoughts of things divine,--are intermix'u
Speak, pardon, as 'tis current in our land; 10 With scruples, and do set the word itself
The chopping French we do not understand. Again-t the word':
Thine eve begins to speak, set thy tongue there: As thus, --Come, little ones; and then again,-
Or, in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear; It is as hard to come, as for a camel
That, hearing how our plaintsand prayers dopierce, To thread the postcrn of a needle'serje.
Pity may move thee pardon to rehearse. 15 Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Boling. Good aunt, stand up.

Unlikey wonders; how these vain weak nails Durch, I do not sue to stand,

May tear a passage through the flinty ribs Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.

Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls; Biling. I pardon him, as heaven shall pardon me. And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.

Dutch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! 20 Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves, Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again;

That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain,

Nor shall not be the last: Like silly beggars, But makes one pardon strong,

Who, siting in the stocks, refuge their shame,Boling. With all my heart

That many have, and others must sit there: I pardon him.

25 And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Dutch. A god on earth thou art. [the abbot, Bearing their own misfortune on the back

Boling. But for our trusty brother-in-law,—and Of such as have before endur'd the like. With all the rest of that consorted crew,

Thus play I, in one person, many people, Destruction straightshall dog them at the heels.- And sone contented: Sometimes am I king; Good uncle, help to order several powers

30 Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar, To Oxford, or where-e'er these traitors are:

And so I am: then crushing penury They shall not live within this world, I swear,

Persuades me, I was better when a king;
But I svill have them, if I once knew where. Then am I king'd again: and, by-and-by,
Uncle, farewel ;--and, consin, too, adieu: Think, that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
Yourmother weil hath pray'd, and prove you true. 35 and straight am nothing :-But what-e'er I am,
Duich. Come,


pray heaven

Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
make thee new.

[Exeunt. With nothing shall be pleas'd, 'till he be eas'd SCENE IV.

With being nothing.-Music do I hear? [Musie.

Ha, ha! keep time :-How sour sweet music is Enter Erton, and a Sertant. 401When time is broke, and no proportion kept? Exton. Dielst thou not mark the king, what

So is it in the musick of men's lives. words he spake?

And here have I the daintivess of ear, }}uite I no friend will ritme of this living fear?

To hear time broke in a disorder'd string; Was it not so?

But, for the concord of my state and time, la Serr. Those were his very words. [twice, 45 Had not an ear to liear my true time broke. Erton. Huve I no friend quoth he: he spake it

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. And urg'd it twice together; did he not ? For now hath time made me his mumb’ring clock: Serm. lle dich.

My thoughts are minutes; and, with siglis,theyjar, Erton. And speaking it, he wistly look'd on me.

Their watches to mine eyes, the outward watch, As who should say, i woull, thon wert the man 50 Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, That would divorce this terror from my heart; Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go; Now, sir, the sound, that tells what bour it is, I am tlic king's friend, and will riu his foe. [Ere. Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart,

Which is the bell: So sighs, and tears, and groans, SCENE V.

55 Shew minutes, times, and hours :--but my time The Prison at Poinfret Castle.

Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, Entır king Richard.

While I stand fooling here, his jack o'the cloch. K. Rich. I have been studying how to compare

This music mads me, let it sound no more; This prison, where I live, unto the world; For, though it hath holp madmen to their wits, And, for because the world is populous, 6011n me, it seems, it will make wise men niad.

1 That is, excuse me. 2 The abbot of Westminster was an ecclesiastic; but the brother-in-law meant was John duke of Escter and earl of Huntingdon (own brother to king Richard II.) and who had married with the lady Elizabeth, sister of Henry of Bolingbroke. * By the word I suppose is meant the Scriptures. To jar probably here means, to make that noise which is called ticking.

l'atch seems to be used in a double sense, for a quantity of time, and for the instrument which measures time. i. e. I strike for him,




Yet, blessing on his heart that gives it me! That staggers thus my person.--Exton, thy fierce
For 'tis a sign of love; love to Richard


[landIs a strange brooch' in this all-hating world. Hath with the king's blood stain’d the king's own

Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Enter Groom.

5. Whilst iny gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. Groom. IIail, royal prince!

[Dies. K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer;

Erton. As full of valour as of royal blood:
The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. Both have I spilt; Oh, would the deed were good!
What art thou? and how comest thou hither, For now the devil, that told me—I did well,
Where no man ever comes, but that sad dog? 10 Savs, that this deed is chronicled in hell.
That brings me food, to make misfortune live? This dead king to the living king I'll bear;-

Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.
When thou wert king; who, travelling towards

With much ado, at length have gotten leave 15

To look upon my sometime royal master's face.

The Court at Windsor.
O, how it yearn'd my heart, when I beheld,
In London streets, that coronation day,

Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other
When Bolinghroke rode on roan Barbary!

Lords and attendants.
That horse, that thou so often hath bestrid ;

20 Boling. Kind uncleYork, the latest news we hear,
That horse, that I so carefully have dress’d! Is—that the rebels have consum'd with fire
K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle Our town of Cicester in Glostershire;

But whether they be ta’en, or slain, we hear not.
How went he under him?

Enter Northumberland.
Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground. 25
K. Rich. So proud, that Bolingbroke was on his Welcome, my lord: What is the news? [ness.

North. First to thy sacred state wish I all happi-
That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand ; The next news is,- I have to London sent
This hand hath made him proud wiih clapping him: The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent:
Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down, 30 The manner of their taking may appear
(Since pride inust have a fall) and break the neck At large discoursed in this paper here.
Of that proud man, ihat did usurp bis back?

[Presenting a paper. Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,

Boling. We thank thee,gentlePercy,for thy pains; Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,

And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse; 135)

Enter Fitzwater.

I bear a burden like an ass,
Spur-gall’d, and tir'd, by jauncing Bolingbruke.

Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to

Enter Keeper with a dish.

The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Scely;
Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longerstav.

Two of the dangerous consorted traitors,

[To the Groom. 40 That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
K. Rich. If thou love me,'tis timethou wert away.
Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart

Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; shall say.


Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Keep. My lori, will't please you to fall 10? Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle.
K. Rich. 'Taste of it first, as thou wert wont to do. 45 Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of West-
Keep. My lord, I dare not; Sir Pierce of Exton,

Who late came from the king, coniniands the With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy,


liath yielded up his body to the grave: K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and But here is Carlisle living, to abide Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. 50 Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride.

[Beats the Keep Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom : Keep. Help, help, help!

Chuse out some secret place,some reverend room Enter Exton, and Sertants.

More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; K. Rich. Ilow now? what means death in thi:

So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strife: rude assault?

(ment.(55 For tho' mine enemy thou hast ever been, Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's instru

High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.
[Snatching a weapon, and killing one.

Exter Erton, with a coffin.
Gothou,andillanother room in hell.[Kills another

Exton strikes him dozen. Exton. Great king, within this coffie I present
That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, 1601 Chy bury'd fear: herein all breathless lies

ii. e. is as strange and uncommon as a brooch, which is now no longer worn. * Mearing, tha grare, gluomy villain, who brings, &c. * Jaunce and jaunt were synoniinous words.


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