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For I do see the cruel pangs of death
Hub. A monk, i tell you ; a reso
Hub. Why, know you not ? the !orus are
At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, Enter Lewis and his Train.
And they are all about his majesty. Low. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath to Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven,
And tempt us not to bear above our power! But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, I'll tell thee, Hubert, half iny power this night, When the English measur'd backward their own Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, lo faint retire : o, bravely came we off, (ground, These Lincoln washes have devoured them; When with a volley of our needless shot,
Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. After such bloody toil, we bid good night; Away, before ! conduct me to the king; And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up,
I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. (Eseunt Last in the field, and almost lords of it! Enter a Messenger.
SCENE VII.— The Orchard of Swinstead Abbey
Enter PRINCE HENRY, SALISBURY, and Bigot. Mes. Where is my prince, the dauphin ? Lew.
Here:- What news ? P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood Mess. The count Melun is slain; the Englislı lords, Is touch'd corruptibly ; and his pure brain By his persuasion, are again fallen off:
(Which some suppose the soul's fraildwelling-house.) And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Are cast away, and sụnk, on Goodwin sands. Foretel the ending of n ortality. Low. Ah, foul shrewd news !--Beshrew thy very
Enter PEMBROKE. did not think to be so sad to-night, [heart! As this hath made me.-Who was he, that said,
Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and holds beliel King John did fiy, an hour or two before
That, being brought into the open air, The stumbling night did part our weary powers ?
It would allay the burning quality Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
Of that fell poison which assaileth him. Lew. Well; keep good quarter, and good care to
P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard here.The day shall not be up so soon as I, (night ;
Doth he still rage ?
(Exit Big 'T.
Pem. To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. (Eseunt.
He is more patient
Than when you left him; even now he sung. SCENE VI.-An open Place in the neighbourhood in their continuance, will not feel themselves.
P. Hen. Ó vanity of sickness! fierce extremes, of Swinstead-Abbey.
Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Enter the Bastard and HUBERT, meeting. Leaves them insensible ; and his siege is now Hub. Who's there ? speak, ho! speak quickly, or 1 Against the mind, the which he pricks and wourds Bast. A friend. What art thou ?
many legions of strange fantasies ;
Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, Hub.
of the part of England. Confound themselves." "Tis strange, that death shoula Bust. Whither dost thou go? Hub. What's that to thee? Why may I not demand who chants a doleful hymn to his own death;
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, [sing. Or thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?
And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince ; for you are bora I will, upon all hazards, well believe
To set a form upon that indigest,
Re-enter Bigot and Attendants, who bring in Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to thin'
King John, in a chair. I come one way of the Plantagenets.
K.John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-room;
Do I shrink up.
K. John. Poison'd.-ill fare ;-dead, forsook, cast Bast.
Brief, then; and what's the news? And none of you will bid the winter come, (off: Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, To thrust his icy fingers in my maw; Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course Bast. Shew me the very wound of this ill news ; Through my burn’d bosom ; nor entreat the norte I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk : And comfort me with cold :- I do not ask you much, I left lim almost speechless, and broke out I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait, To acquaint you with this evil : that you might And so ingrateful, you deny ine that. The better arm you to the sudden time,
P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in my tears, Than if you had at leisure known of this.
That might relieve you Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him? K. John.
The salt in them is hot,
Within me is a hell ; and there the poison The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
Who half an hour since came from the dauphin ; On anreprievable condemned blood.
And brings from him such offers of our peace
As we with honour and respect may take,
With purpose presently to leave this war.
Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.
To the disposing of the cardinal.
To consummate this business happily.
Bast. Let it be so :-And you, my noble prince, Bast. The dauphin is preparing hitherward; With other princes that may best be spar'd, Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him : Shall wait upon your father's funeral. For, in a night, the best part of my power,
P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be intered, As I upon advantage did remove,
For so he will'd it. War in the washes, all unwarily,
Thither shall it thun. Devour'd by the unexpected flood. [The King dies. And happily may your sweet solf put on Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear. The lineal state and glory of the land! My liege! my lord !-But now a king,—now thus. To whom, with all submission, on my kore. P. Hon. Even so must I run on, and even so stop. I do bequeath my faithful services What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, And true subjection evr-lastingly, When this was now a king, and now is clay! Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, To rest without a spot for evermore. To do the office for thee of revenge ;
P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. (thanks, As it on earth hath been thy servant still.
Bast. O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Now, now, you stars, that move in your right spheres, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.Where be your powers ? Shew now your mended faiths ; This England never did, (nor never shall,) And instantly return with me again,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror; To push destruction, and perpetual shame
But when it first did help to wound itself. Out of the weak door of our fainting lana
Now these her princes are come home again. Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; Come the three corners of the world in arms, The dauphin rages at our very heels.
And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us iue, Sal. It seems, vou know not then so much as we: If England to itself do rest but true. (Erenni
The tragedy of King John, though not written with the utmost To these remarks of Dr. Joanson, n may be added, that the power of Shakspeare. Isvaried with very pleasing interchange grief of Constaace for the loss of Arthur, is probably indebied of focidents aud caaracters. The lady's grief is very affecting ; for much of its characteristic truth to the calamily watch and the character of the Bastard copains that mistare of great. Shakspeare had himself sustained by the death of his only son, mused lovity which this author delighted to exbibit.-Jonn- who had attained the age of twelve and died the year wat play Soy.
ww produced. Z
KING RICHARD II.
This play which Mr. Malone supposes to have been written was old, and they should have loss in playing it, becaun for ip 1503, was pub,ished in quarto no less than five several would come to it, there was forty shillings extraordinary gira tipies during our author's lile. The first edition was in 1597, to play, and so thereupou played it was. without the scene of deposiug Richard, which was first in. This passage does not, however, necessarily refer to a drar serted in the edition of 1008.
older than shakspeare's. In the year 1601. the actors would It has beu supposed by Dr. Farmer, that there was a play on be very naturally inclined to consider a play as out of date the supject anterior in that of Shakspeare, because he found which had been produced in 15:33, and performed till the ca in Lord Bacon, is ta arraignments of Cuife and Merick, vol. riosity of the town had become exhausted. iv. p. 120, of Maliet s edition, that, “ I he afternoou before The action of this may comprises liitle more than two years. the rebellion, Merick, with a great pouber of others, that It begins with Boling broke's appealing the duke of Norfolk, afterwards were all in the action, had procured to be played on the accusation of high-treason, which occurred in 1996, before them the play of deposing King Richard the Second; and closes with the death of King Richard, which took place
when it was told him by one of the players, that the play in the end of the year 1400.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. K.Rich. Then call them to our presence; face to face,
And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will heart King RICHARD THE SECOND.
The accuser, and the accused, freely speak in EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of York; uncles to
(Exeunt some Allendants. John of GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster ; I the King. Henry, surnamed BOLINBROKE, Duke of Hereford, High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
lo rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King Henry IV. DUKE OF ACMERLE, son to the Duke of York.
Re-enter Attendants, with BOLINGBROKE and MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.
NORFOLK. DUKE OF SURREY.
Boling. Many years of happy days befal EARL OF SALISBURY.
My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! Earl BERKELEY. Busuy, Bacut, GREEN, creatures to King Richard. Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap."
När. Lach day still better other's happiness; EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.
Add an immortal title to your crown! JIENRY PERCY, hus son,
K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but flatters us, Lord Ross.
As well appeareth by the cause you come; LORD WILLOUGHBY.
Namely, to appeal each other of high treason..LORD FITZWATER.
Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object BISHOP OF CARLISI.E.
Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Blowbray? ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER.
Boling First, (heaven be the record to my speecb' Lord Murshal; and another Lord.
In the devotion of a subject's love, Sir PIERCE OF Exion.
Tendering the precious safety of my prince, Sir STEPHEN SCROOP.
And free froin other misbegotten hate, Cuptain of a bund of Welchmen.
Come 1 appellant to this princely presence.QUEEN to King Richard.
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, DUCHESS OF GLOSTER.
And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, Duchess of Yonk.
My body shall make good upon this earth, Lady attending on the Queen, .
Or my divine soul answe: it in heaven.
Thou art a traitor and a miscreant ;
Too good to be so, and too bad to live ;
Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky,
The uglier seem the clouds that in it fy:
With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat;
And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move,
What my tongue speaks, my nghi-drawn sword may SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace.
prove. Enter Kixo RICHARD, attended ; John of Gaust, "Tis not the trial of a woman's wa,
Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal. and other Nobles, with him.
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, K. Rich. Old John of Gaun', time-honour'd La... Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us 'iwain : Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, (caster, The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, Here to make good the boisterous la:e appeal, As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say: Which then our leisure would sot let us hear, First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs ide Against the duke of Norfolk, Thumas Mowbray. From giving reins and spurs to my free speech , Gaunt. I have, my liege.
Which else would post, until it had return'd K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded him, These terms of treason doubled down his throat. If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;
Setting aside his high blood's royalty, Or worthily, as a good subject should,
And let him be no kinsman to my liege, On some known ground of treachery in him ? 1 do defy him, and I spit at him;
Cuunt. As near as I could sit him on that argu-Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain : On sone apparent danger seen in him, (ment, - Which to maintain, I would allow him odds, Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice. And meet him were I tied to run a-foot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
The honourable father to my soe, Or any other ground inhabitable
Once did I lay in ambush for your life, Wherever Englishman durst set his foot.
A trespass that doth vex my grieval soni: Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,
But, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament, By all my hopes, most falsely doth lie lie.
I did confess it ; and exactly begg'd Boling: Pale trembling coward, here 1 throw my Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it. Disclaiıning here the kindred of the king; [gage, This is my fault: As for the rest appeald, And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
It issues froin the rancour of a villain, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except: A recreant and most degenerate traitor : If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Which in inyself I boldly will defend ; As to take up nine honour's pawn, then stoop, And interchangeably hurl down my gage By that, and all the rites of knighthood else. Upon this overweening traitor's foot, Wil I make good against thee, arm to arm, To prove myself a loyal gentleman What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Even in the best blood chamber'd in his boscm : Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear,
lo haste whereof, most heartily I pray Which gently lay'd iny knighthood on my shoulder, Your highness to assign our trial day I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
1. Rich. W'rath-kindled gentlemen, be rul'd by me ; Or chivairous design of knightly trial:
purge ibis choler without letting blood :
Deep malice makes too deep incision :
Boling. Look, whai I speak my life shall prove it | We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son.
When, Harry? when? Besides I say, and will in battle prove,
Obedience bids, I should not bid again. Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge
k. Rich, Norfolk, throw down ; we bid; there is That ever was survey'd by English eye,
no boot. That all the treasons, for these eighteen years Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy fcut. Complotled and contrived in this land,
My life thou shalt command, but not my shaine : Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. The one my duty owes; but my fair name, Further 1 say,—and further will maintain
(Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) Upon his bad life, to make all this good,
To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death ; I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here ; Suggest his soon-believing adversaries ;
Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear; And, consequently, like a traitor coward,
The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streains of blood : Which breath'd this poison. Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,
Rage must be withstood: Even from the longueless caverns of the earth, Give me his gage :--Lions make leopards tame. To me, for justice, and rough chastisement;
Nor. Yea, but not change their spots : take but my And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, (shame, This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
The purest treasure mortal times afford, K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution soars ! Is-spotless reputation; that away, Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this ? Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
Nor. O let my sovereign turn away his face, A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
Is--a bold spirit in a loyal breast. Till I have told this slander of his blood,
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one ; How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. Take honour from me, and my life is done :
K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears: Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, In that I live, and for that will I die. (begin As he is but my father's brother's son,)
K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage; do you Now by my scepter's awe I make a vow,
Boling. 0, God defend my soul from such soul sin. Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight? Should nothing privilege hiin, nor partialize Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my huight The unstooping firmness of my upright soul;
Before this outdar'd dastard ? Ere my tongue He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou ;
Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong, Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow. Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear
Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, The slavish motive of recanting fear; Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest! And spit it bleeding, in nis high disgrace, Three parts of that rereipt I had for Calais, Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face. Disburs'd 1 duly to his highness' soldiers :
[Exit GAUNT. The other part reserv'd I by consent;
K. Rich. We were not bound to sue, but to command: For that my sovereign liege was in niy debt, Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Upon remainder of a dear account,
Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,
The swelling difference of your settled hate ;
Since we cannot atone you, we shall see For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
Justice design the victor's chivalry.-
Lord marshal, command our officers at arms Though this be all, do not so quickly go;
With all good speed at Plashy visit me. SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke Alack, and what shall good old York there see, of Lancaster's Palace.
But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,
Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones ?
And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans ! Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Gloster's blood Therefore comiend me ; let him not come there, Doth more solicit nie, than your exclaims,
To seek out sorrow that dwells every where : To stir against the butchers of his life.
Desolate, desolate, will I hence, and die ; But since correction lieth in those hands,
The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. ( Ereuni. Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;
SCENE III.-Gosford Green, near Coventry.
Enter the Lord Marshal and Aumerie
Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd ? Were as seven phials of his sacred blood,
Aum. Yea, at all points ; and longs to enter in. Or seven fair branches springing from on
Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,
Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. Some of those branches by the destinies cut: Aum. Why then, the champions are prepar'd anu But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster,– For nothing but his majesty's approach. [stay One phial full of Edward's sacred blood,
Flourish of trumpets. Enter King RICHARD, who takes One Hourishing branch of his most royal root, Is crack’d, and all the precious liquor spilt ;
his seat on his throne ; GAUNT, and several Noble
men, who take their places. A trumpet is sounded, Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded,
and answered by another trumpet within. Then enter By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe, Ah,Gaunt! his blood was thine ; that bed, that womb,
Norfolk, in armour, preceded by a Herald. That mettle, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee, K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion Made him a man; and though thou liv'st, and breath'st, The cause of his arrival here in arms : Yet art thou slain in him : thou dost consent Ask him his name ; and orderly proceed la some large ineasure to thy father's death, To swear him in the justice of his cause. (art, In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say who thou Who was the model of thy father's life.
And why thou com'st, thus knightly clad in arms : Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair :
Against what man thou com'st, and what thy quarrel : In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath ; Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life, And so defend thee heaven, and thy valour! Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee
Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of NorI hat which in mean men we entitle-patience,
Who hither come engaged by my oath, rfolk, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
(Which, heaven defend, a knight should violaie !) What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, Both to defend my loyalty and truth, The best way is—to 'venge my Gloster's death. To God, my king, and my succeeding issue,
Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for heaven's sub- Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me :
A traitor to my God, my king, and me :
And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven! Duch. Where then, alas! may I complain myself?
(He takes his seat. Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion and de
Trumper sounds. Enter BOLINGBROKE, in armour ; fence. Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.
preceded by a Herald. Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold
K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : Both who he is, and why he cometh hither 0, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, Thus plated in habiliments of war; That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! And formally according to our law Or, if misfortune miss the first career,
Depose him in the justice of his cause. (hither, Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom,
Mar. What is thy name ? and wherefore com'st thou That they may break his foaming courser's back, Before King Richard, in his royal lists ? And throw the rider headlong in the lists,
Against whom comest thou ? and what's tny qu A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford !
Speak like a true knight, so defend thee leav Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometime brother's wife, Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and With her companion grief must end her life. Am I, who ready here do stand in arms,
Gaunt. Sister, farewell : I must to Coventry: To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's
To God of heaven, king Richard, and tu me;
Mur. On paiu of death, no person be so bold, For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
Or daring hardy, as to touch the lists ; Commend me to my brother, Edmund York. Except the marshal, and such officers Lo, this is all :—Nay, yet depart not so :
Appointed to direct these fair designs