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Six years we banish him, and he shall go. My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!
(Flourish. Exeunt K. RICHARD und Train. Where-e'er I wander, boast of this I can,-Aum. Cousin, farewell: what presence must Though banish’d, yet a trueborn Englishman. not know,
[Exeunt. From where you do remain, let paper show. Mar. My lord, no leave take 1; for I will SCENE IV.—The same.- A Room in the King's
Castle. ride, As far as land will let me, by your side. Enter King Richard, Bagot, and GREEN; Gaunt. 0, to what purpose dost thou hoard
AUMERLE following. thy words,
K. Rich. We did observe.-Cousin Aumerle, That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends? How far brought you high Hereford on his Boling. I have too few to take my leave of
you, When the tongue's office should be prodigal
Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call To breathe the abundant dolour* of the heart. But to the next highway, and there I left him. Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a
K. Rich. And, say, what store of parting time.
tears were shed ? Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for that
Aum. 'Faith, none by me: except the northtime.
east wind, Gaunt. What is six winters? they are quick- Which then blew bitterly against our faces, ly gone.
Awak'd the sleeping rheum; and so, by chance, Boling: To men in joy; but grief makes one Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. hour ten.
K. Rich. What said our cousin, when you Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak'st for
parted with him. pleasure.
Aum. Farewell : Boling. My heart will sigh, when I miscall it And, for my heart disdained that my tongue Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage. Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps To counterfeit oppression of such grief, (craft
[so, Should so profane the word, that taught me Esteem a foil, wherein thou art to set
That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's The precious jewel of thy home-return.
grave. Boling. Nay, rather, every tedious stride I Marry, would the word farewell have
make Will but remember me, what a deal of world
And added years to his short banishment, I wander from the jewels that I love.
He should have had a volume of farewells; Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
But, since it would not, he had none of me. To foreign passages; and in the end,
K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis Having my freedom, boast of nothing else,
(ment, But that I was a journeyman to grief? When time shall call him home from banishGaunt. All places that the eye of heaven whether our kinsman come to see his friends. visits,
Ourself, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green, Are to a wise man ports and happy havens: Observ'd his courtship to the common people:Teach thy necessity to reason thus ;
How he did seem to dive into their hearts, There is no virtue like necessity:
With humble and familiar courtesy; Think not, the king did banish thee; But thou the king Woe doth the heavier sit, Wooing poor craftsmen, with the craft of
What reverence he did throw away on slaves; Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
smiles, Go, say-I sent thee forth to purchase honour, And patient underbearing of his fortune, And not-The king exil'd thee: or suppose, As 'twere, to banish their effects with him. Devouring pestilence hangs in our air, Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench; And thon art flying to a fresher clime.
A brace of draymen þid-God speed him well, Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it And had the tribute of his supple knee, To lie that way thou go'st, pot whence thou With-Thanks my countrymen, my loving friends; com'st:
As were our England in reversion his, Suppose the singing birds, musicians;
And he our subjects next degree in hope. The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presencet strew'd;
Green. Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.
[land; The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more Now for the rebels, which stand out in IreThan a delightful measure, or a dance : For gnarlingt sorrow hath less power to bite
Expedient* manage must be made, my liege;
Ere further leisure yield them further means, The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.
For their advantage, and your highness' loss. Boling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
And, fort our coffers—with too great a court, By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December's snow,
And' liberal largess,--are grown somewhat
light, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
We are enforc'd to farm our royal realm; o, no! the apprehension of the good, Gives but the greater feeling to the worse :
The revenue whereof shall furnish us Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more,
For our affairs in hand: If that come short,
Our substitutes at home shall have blank Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.
[rich, Gaunt. Comne, come, my son, I'll bring thee Whereto, when they shall know what men are Had I thy youth, and cause, I would not stay. They shall subscribe them for large sums of Boling. Then, England's ground, farewell; And send them after to supply our wants; sweet soil, adieu ;
For we will make for Ireland presently. * Gniel. + Presence chamber at court. Growling. • Expeditious.
Against infection, and the hand of war; Bushy, what news?
This happy breed of men, this little world; Busky. Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, This precious stone set in the silver sea, my lord;
Which serves it in the office of a wall, Suddenly taken; and hath sent post-haste,
Or as a moat defensive to a house, To entreat your majesty to visit him.
Against the envy of less happier lands; K. Rich. Where lies he ?
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this Bushy. At Ely-house.
England, K. Rich. Now put it, heaven, in his physi- | This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, cian's mind,
Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their To help him to his grave immediately!
birth, The lining of his coffers shall make coats
Renowned for their deeds as far from home, To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.
(For Christian service, and true chivalry,) Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him :
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry, Pray God, we may make haste, and come too of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son: late!
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear
land, ACT II.
Dear for her reputation through the world, SCENE 1.- London.-A Room in Ely-house.
Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it)
Like to a tenement, or pelting* farm: : Gaunt on a Couch; the Duke of YORK, and
England, bound in with the triumphant sea, others standing by him.
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with Gaunt. Will the king come? that I may with inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds;
breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth. That England, that was wont to conquer others, York. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with Hath made a shameful conquest of itself: your breath;
0, would the scandal vanish with my life, For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. How happy then were my ensuing death!
Gaunt. O, but they say, the tongues of dying Enter King Richard, and Queen; Aumerle,
Bushy, GREEN, BAGOT, Ross, and WILin vain :
LOUGHBY. For they breathe truth, that breathe their words York. The king is come: deal mildly with He, that no more may say, is listen’d more
(more. Then they whom youth and ease have taught For young hot colts, being rag'd, do rage the to glose;*
[before: Queen. How fares our noble uncle, LancasMore are men's ends mark’d, than their lives
ter? The setting sun, and music at the close, K. Rich. What, comfort, man? How is't As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last;
with aged Gaunt? Writ in remembrance, more than things long Gaunt. 0, how that name befits my composipast:
tion! Though Richard my life's counsel would not Old Gaunt, indeed; and gaunt+ in being old : My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear. Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; York. No; it is stopp'd with other flattering And who abstains from meat, that is not gaunt? sounds,
For sleeping England long time have I watch'd; As, praises of his state: then, there are found Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all Lascivious metres; to whose venom sound
gaunt: The open ear of youth doth always listen : The pleasure, that some fathers feed upon, Report of fashions in proud Italy;
Is my strict fast, I mean---my children's looks; Whose manners still our tardy apish nation And, therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: Limps after, in base imitation,
Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity, Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones. (So it be new, there's no respect how vile,) K. Rich. Can sick men play so nicely with That is not quickly buzz'd into his ears?
their names ? Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Gaunt. No, misery makes sport to mock itWhere will doth mutiny with wit's regard.
self: Direct not him, whose way himself will choose; Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt 1 mock my name, great king, to flatter thee. thon lose.
K. Rich. Should dying men flatter with those Gaunt. Methinks, I am a prophet new in
that live? spir’d;
Gaunt. No, no; men living fatter those that And thus, expiring, do foretell of him;
die. His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last;
K. Rich. Thou, now a dying, say'st-thou For violent fires soon burn out themselves :
flatter'st me. Small showers last long, but sudden storms are Gaunt. Oh! no; thou diest, though I the short;
sicker be. He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes; K. Rich. I am in health, I breathe, and see With eager feeding, food doth choke the feeder:
thee ill. Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Gaunt. Now, He that made me, knows I see Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
thee ill; This royal throne of kings, ihis scepter'd isle, Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, Thy death-bed is no lesser than the land, This other Eden, demi-paradise ;
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick: This fortress, built by nature for herself, And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Flatter.
| Lean, thin.
Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure Which live like venom, where no venom else,
how long From forth thy reach he would have laid thy Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong? shame;
Not Gloster's death, nor Hereford's banishDeposing thee before thou wert possess'd,
[wrongs, Which art possess'd* now to depose thyself. Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, Nor the pervention of poor Bolingbroke It were a shame to let this land by lease: About his marriage, nor my own disgrace, But, for thy world, enjoying but this land, Have ever made me sour my patient cheek, Is it not more than shame, to shame it so ? Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face.Landlord of England art thou now, not king : I am the last of noble Edward's sons, Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; Of whom thy father, prince of Wales, was first; And thou
In war, was never lion rag'd more fierce, K. Rich. -a lunatic lean-witted fool, In peace, was never gentle lamb more mild, Presuming on an ague's privilege,
Than was that young and princely gentleman: Dar'st with thy frozen admonition
His face thou hast, for even so look'd he, Make pale our cheek; chasing the royal blood, Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours ;t With fury, from his native residence.
But, when he frown'd, it was against the Now by my seat's right royal majesty,
French, Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son, And not against his friends: his noble hand This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head, Did win what he did spend, and spent not that Should run thy head from thy unreverend Which his triumphant father's hand had won: shoulders.
His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood, Guunt. O, spare me not, my brother Ed. But
bloody with the enemies of his kin. ward's son,
0, Richard ! York is too far gone with grief, For that I was his father Edward's son; Or else he never would compare between. That blood already, like the pelican,
K. Rich. Why, uncle, what's the matter? Hast thou tapp'd out, and drunkenly carous'd: York. O, my liege, My brother Gloster, plain well-meaning soul, Pardon me, if you please ; if not, I, pleas'd (Whom fair befall' in heaven 'mongst happy Not to be pardon'd, am content withal. May be a precedent and witness good, (souls!) Seek you to seize, and gripe into your hands, That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford? blood:
Is not Gaunt dead? and doth not Hereford Join with the present sickness that I have;
live? And thy unkindness be like crooked age, Was not Gaunt just? and is not Harry true? To crop at once a too-long wither'd flower. Did not the one deserve to bave an heir ? Live in thy shame, but die not shame with Is not his heir a well-deserving son? thee!
Take Hereford's rights away, and take from These words hereafter thy tormentors be!- His charters, and his customary rights ; Convey me to my bed, then to my grave:
Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day; Love they to live, that love and honour have. Be not thyself, for how art thou a king,
[Exit, borne out by his Attendants. But by fair sequence and succession ? K. Rich. And let them die, that age and sul. Now, afore God (God forbid, I say true!), lens have;
If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights, For both hast thou, and both become the grave. Call in the letters påtent that he hath
York. 'Beseech your majesty, impute his By his attornies-general to sue To wayward sickliness and age in him: (words His livery, and deny his offer'd homage, He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear You pluck a thousand dangers on your head, As Harry duke of Hereford, were he here. You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts, K. Rich.
Right; you say true: as Hereford's And prick my tender patience to those thoughts love, so his:
Which honour and allegiance cannot think. As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.
K. Rich. Think what you will ; we seize in
to our hands Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.
His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands. North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him York. I'll not be by, the while: My liege, to your majesty.
farewell : K. Rich. What says he now?
What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell; North. Nay, nothing; all is said :
But by bad courses may be understood, His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
That their events can never fall out good. Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent. York. Be York the next that must be bank- K. Rich. Go, Bushy, to the earl of Wiltshire rupt so!
straight; Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
Bid him repair tó us to Ely-house, K. Rich. The ripest fruit first falls, and so To see this business : To-morrow next doth he;
We will for Ireland ; and 'tis time, I trow; His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be: And we create, in absence of ourself, So much for that.- -Now for our Irish wars: Our
uncle York lord governor
of England, We must supplant those rough rug-headed For he is just, and always lov'd us well.kerns;t
* Alluding to the idea that no venomous reptiles live
Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part; We three are but thyself; and, speaking, so, Be merry, for our time of stay is short. Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be
bold. [Exeunt King, Queen, Bushy, ÅUMERLE, North. Then thus : I have from Port le Green, and BAGOT.
Blanc, a bay North. Well, lords, the duke of Lancaster In Brittany, receiv'd intelligence, is dead.
That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham, Ross. And living too; for now his son is [The son of Richard Earl of Arundel,] duke.
That late broke from the duke of Exeter, Willo. Barely in title, not in revenue. His brother, archbishop late of Canterbury, North. Richly in both, if justice had her Sir Thomas Erpingham,
sir John Ramston, right.
Sir John Norbery, sir Robert Waterton, and Ross. My heart is great; but it must break Francis Quoint,
[tagne, with silence,
All these well furnish'd by the duke of BreEre't be disburden'd with a liberal* tongue. With eight tall* ships, three thousand men of North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him
war, pe'er speak more,
Are making hither with all due expedience, That speaks thy words again, to do thee harm! And shortly mean to touch our northern shore: Willo. Tends that thou’dst speak, to the Perhaps, they had ere this; but that they stay duke of Hereford ?
The first departing of the king for Ireland. If it be so, out with it boldly, man;
If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke, Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him. Impt out our drooping country's broken wing;
Ross. No good at all, that I can do for him; Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd Unless you call it good to pity him,
crown, Bereft and geldedt of his patrimony.
Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt, North. Now, afore heaven, 'tis shame, such And make high majesty look like itself, wrongs are borne,
Away, with me, in post to Ravenspurg:
Ross. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to By flatlerers; and what they will inform,
them that fear. Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all,
Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be That will the king severely prosecute [heirs.
[Exeunt. 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our Ross. The commons hath he pill'di with SCENE II.-The same.-A Room in the grierous taxes,
hearts. Willo. And daily new exactions are devis'd; Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: But what, o'God's name, doth become of this? You promis'd, when you parted with the king, North, Wars have not wasted it, for warr’a To lay aside life-harming heaviness, he hath not,
And entertain a cheerful disposition. But basely yielded upon compromise
Queen. To please the king, I did; to please That which his ancestors achiev'd with blows: I cannot do it; yet I know no cause (myself, More bath he spent in peace, than they in Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest Ross. The earl of Wiltshire bath the realm As my sweei Richard : Yet, again, methinks, in farm.
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a Is coming towards me; and my inward soul broken man.
With nothing trembles: at something it grieves, North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth More than with parting from my lord the king. over him.
Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars, which show like grief itself, but are not so:
shadows, His burdenous taxations notwithstanding, But by the robbing of the banish'd duke. For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, North. His noble kinsman: most degenerate Divides one thing entire to many objects; king!
Like perspectives,|| which, rightly gaz’d upon, But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, Show nothing but confusion; ey'd awry, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm: Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty, We see the wind sit sore upon our sails, Looking awry upon your lord's departure, And yet we strike not, but securely perish. Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to Ross. We see the very wreck that we must
(dows And unavoided is the danger pow, (suffer; Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shaFor suffering so the causes of our wreck. Of what is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen, North. Not so; even through the hollow eyes More than your lord's departure weep not; of death,
more's not seen: I spy life peering; but I dare not say Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, How near the tidings of our comfort is. Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary: Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward thou dost ours.
soul Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumber- Persuades me, it is otherwise : Howe'er it be, land:
I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad, * Free. + Deprived. t Pillaged.
Stout. + Expedition. Supply with new feathers. | Perish by confidence in our security.
As,-though, in thinking, on no thought I] Who, weak with age, cannot support myself: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 fiatter'd him. Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit,* my gracious lady.
Enter a SERVANT. Queen. "Tis nothing less : conceit is still de- Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I
riv'd From some fore-father grief; mine is not so; York. He was ?-Why, so!-go all which For nothing hath begot my something grief;
way it will ! Or something bath the nothing that I grieve: The nobles they are fled, the commons cold, "Tis in reversion that I do possess;
And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. But,what it is, that is not yet known; what Sirrah, I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.t Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster;
Bid her send me presently a thousand pound : Enter Green.
Hold, take my ring. Green. God save your majesty!-and well Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordmet, gentleman :
To-day, as I came by, I called there; [ship: I hope the king is not yet shipp?d for Ireland. But I shall grieve you to report the rest. Queen. Why hop'st thou so ? 'tis better hope, York. What is it, knave? he is;
(hope; Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess For his designs crave haste, his haste good.
died. Then wherefore dost thou hope, he is not York. God for his mercy! what a tide of
shipp'd ? Green. That he, our hope, might have retir'd Comes rushing on this woful land at once! his power,
I know not what to do :-I would to God, And driven into despair an enemy's hope, (So my untruth* had not provok'd him to it,) Who strongly hath set footing in this land: The king had cut off my head with my broThe banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,
ther's.And with uplifted arms is safe arriv'd What are these posts despatch'd for Ireland ?At Ravenspurg.
How shall we do for money for these wars Queen. Now God in heaven forbid !
Come, sister,-cousin, I would say : pray parGreen. 0, madam, 'tis too true: and that is
don me. worse,
Go, fellow, (To the Servant.] get thee home, The lord Northumberland, his young son provide some carts, Henry Percy,
And bring away the armour that is there.The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
[Erit SERYANT. With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? if I know Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd North-How, or which way, to order these affairs, umberland,
Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, And all the rest of the revolting faction Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen ;Traitors ?
The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath Green. We have: whereon the earl of Wor- And duty bids defend; the other again, cester
Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd; Hath broke his staff, resign’d his stewardship, Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right. And all the household servants fled with him Well, somewhat we must do. -Come, cousin, To Bolingbroke.
I'll Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to Dispose of you ;-Go, muster up your men my woe,
And meet me presently at Berkley-castle. And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: I should to Plashy too Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy; But time will not permit :-All is uneven, And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother, And every thing is left at six and seven. Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.
(Exeunt York and Queer. Bushy, Despair not, madam.
Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Queen. Who shall hinder me?
Ireland, I will despair, and be at enmity
But none returns. For us to levy power, With cozening hope; he is a flatterer, Proportionable to the enemy, A parasite, a keeper-back of death,
Is all impossible. Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Green. Besides our nearness to the king in Which false hope lingers in extremity.
love, Enter YORK.
Is near the hate of those love not the king.
Bagot. And that's the wavering commons. Green. Here comes the duke of York.
for their love Queen. With signs of war about his aged Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, neck;
By so much fills their hearts with deadly bate. (), full of careful business are his looks!- Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally Uncle,
condemn'd. For heaven's sake, speak comfortable words. Bagot. If judgement lie in them, then so do York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts :
Because we ever have been near the king. Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to BrisWhere nothing lives but crosses, care, and
tol castle; grief.
The earl of Wiltshire is already there. Your husband he is gone to save far off, Bushy. Thither will I with you : for little Whilst others come to make him lose at home:
office Here am I left to underprop his land; The hatefnil commons will perform for us; Fanciful conception. + Know. Drawn it back.