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The time shall not be many hours of age
SCENE II. The same. More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head,
A Room in the Duke of York's Palace, Shall break into corruption: thou shalt think,
Enter YORK and his Duchess.
Duch. My lord, you told me, you would And he shall think, that thou, which know'st
tell the rest,
When weepin; made you break the story off To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Of our two cousins coming into London. Being ne'er so little urged, another way
York. Where did I leave? To pluck him headlong from the usurped Duch.
At that sad stop, my lord, throne,
Where rude misgovern'd hands, from winThe love of wicked friends converts to fear;
[head. That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both, Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's To worthy danger, and deserved death. York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Boling. North. My guilt be on my head, and there Mounted upou a hot and fiery steed, [broke, an end.
Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know, Take leave, and part ; for you must part With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, forth witi.
While all tongues cried-God save thee, BoK. Rich. Doubly divorced ?-Bad men, ye lingbroke!
[me; You would have thought the very windows A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and So many greedy looks of young and old And then, betwixt me and my inarried wife:- Through casements darted their desiring eyes Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me! Upon his visage ; and that all the walls, And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. With painted imageryt, had said at once, Part us, Northumberland; I towards the Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke! north,
[clime; Whilst he from one side to the other turning, Where shivering cold and sickness pines the Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, My wife to France, from whence, set forth Bespake them thus,- I thank you, countrymen:
And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. She came adorned hither like sweet May, Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides be Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of the while day.
York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, Queen. And must we be divided ? must we After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, part?
(and heart from heart. Are idly bent g on him that enters next, K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: (eyes Queen. Banish us both, and send the king Even so, or with much more contempt, men's with me.
[licy. Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God North. That were some love, but little po- save him; Queen. Then whither be goes, thither let Nojoyful tongue gave him his welcome home: me go!
[one woe. But dust was thrown upon his sacred head; K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; His face still combating with tears and smiles, Better far off than-near, be ne'er the near t. The badges of his grief and patience,- (steel'd Go, count thy way with sighs; I, mine with That had not God, for some strong purpose, groans.
[est moans. The hearts of men, they must perforce have Queen. So longest way shall have the long. And barbarism itself have pitied him. (melted, K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the But heaven hath a hand in these events; way being short,
To whose high will we bound our calm contents. And piece the way out with a heavy heart. To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be bricf, Whose state and honour I for ayel allow ! Since, wedding it, there is such length in
Enter AUMERLE. grief.
[part; Duch. Here comes my son Aumerle. One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly York.
Aumerle that was; Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart. But that is lost, for being Richard's friend,
[They kiss. And, madam, you must call bim Rutland now: Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere I ain in parliament pledge for his truth, no good part,
And lasting sealty to the new-made king. To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. Duch. Welcoine, my son: Who are the [Kiss again.
(spring! So, now I have mine own again, begone, That strew the green lap of the new-come That I way strive to kill it with a groan, Aum. Madam,
I know not, nor I greatly care K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. (not: fond delay :
York. Well, bear you well in this new Once niore, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.
spring of time,
[Exeunt. Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime * All-hallowa, i, e., All-saints, Nov. I. + Never the nigher. | Tapestry hung front the windows.
Carelessly turned, | Ever.
Wbat news from Oxford? hold thote justs As I have done, thou’dst be more pitiful. and triumphs ?
But now I know, thy mind; thou dost suspert,
And that he is a bastard, not thy son : (mind :
Not like to me, or any of my kin,
Make way, anruly woman.
[Exit. I will be satisfied, let me see the writing. Duch. After, Aumerle; mount thee upon his
Aum. Ido beseech your grace to pardon me; 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 thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.
York. Which for some reasons, sir, I mean I'll not be long behind; though I be old, I fear, I fear,
[to see. I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: Duch.
What should you fear? And never will I rise up from the ground, Tis nothing but some bond that he is enter'd Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee: Away; Por gay apparel,'gainst the triumph day. [into Begone.
[Ereunt. York. Bound to himself? what doth he SCENE III. Windsor. A Room in theCastle.
with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thon art a fool. Enter BOLING BROKE, as King ; PERCY, and Boy, let me see the writing. (not show it.
other Lords. Aúm. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may Boling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty York. I will be satisfied ; let me see it, I say. son ?
(Snatches it, and reads. Tis full three months since I did see him last:Treason! fool treason !-villain! traitor! slave! If any plague hang over us, 'tis he.
Duch. What is the matter, my lord ? ! I would to God, my lords, he might be found: * York. Ho! who is within there? (Enter a Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there, Servant.] Saddle my horse :
For there they say, he daily doth frequent, God for his mercy! what treachery is here! With unrestrained loose companions;
Duch. Why, what is it, my lord ? (horse :- Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes,
York. Give me my boots, I say : saddle my And beat our watchi, and rob our passengers ; Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth, While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy, I will appeach the villain. [Exit Servant. Takes on the point of honour, to support Duch, What's the matter ? So dissolute a crew,
(the prince; York. Peace, foolish woman. (matter, son? Percy. My lord, some two days since I saw Duch. I will not peace :- What is the And told him of these triumphis held at Oxford.
Auin. Good mother, be content; it is no more Boling. And what said the gallant? (stews; Than my poor life must answer.
Percy. His answer was,-he would unto the Duch.
Thy life answer! And from the commou'st creature pluck a Re-enter Servant, with Boots.
glove, York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the And wear it as a favour; and with that king
(thou art amazed t: He would uphorse the lustiest challenger. Duch. Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, Boling. As dissolute, as desperate: yet. Hence, villain ; never more come in my sight. through both,
[To the Servant. I see some sparkles of a better hope, York. Give me my boots, I say.
Which elder days may happily bring forth. Duch. Why, York, what wilt thou do? But who comes here? Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?
Enter AUMERLE, hastily, Have we more sons ? or are we like to have ?
Where is the king ? Is not my teeming I date drunk np with time? Boling:
What means And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age, Our cousin, that he stares and looks so wildly?
And rob me of a happy mother's name? Aum. God save your grace. I do beseech 138 Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?
your majesty, York. Thou fond mad woman,
To have some conference with your grace alone. Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?[ment. Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacra- here alone. (Exeunt PERCY and Lords. And interchangeably set down their hands, What is the matter with our cousin now 3 To kill the king at Oxford.
Aum. For ever may my knees grow to the ; Duct. He shall be none; earth,
(Kneels. We'll keep him here : Then what is that to My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth, York. Away,
[him ? Unless a pardon, ere I rise, or speak. Fond woman! were he twenty times my son, Boling. Intended, or committed, was this I would appeach him.
If but the first, how heinous e'er it be, (fauli? Duch. Hadst thou groan'd for bim, To win thy after love, I pardon thee. • Tilts and tournaments. + Perplexed, confounded. 1 Breeding.
Aum. Then give me leave that I may turn the , Love, loving not itself, none other can,
thou make 5 here? [AUMERLE locks the door. Shall thy old dags once more a traitor rear York. [Within.) My liege, beware; look Duch. Sweet York, be patient : Hear me to thyself;
(Kneels. Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there. Boling, Rise up, good aunt. Boling. Villain, l'll make thee safe.'
Duch. ** Not yet, I thee beseech:
[Drawing. For ever will I kneel upon my knees, Anm. Stay thy revengeful hand;
And never see day that the happy sees, Thon hast no cause to fear. [hardy king: Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy,
York. [Within.] Open the door, secure,fool. By pardoning Rutland my transgressing boy. Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face? Aum. Unto my mother's prayers I bend my Open the door, or I will break it open.
[Kneels. (BOLING BROKE opens the door. York. Against them both mytrue joints bend Enter YORK.
(Kneels. Boling. What is the matter, uncle ? speak; Il may'st thou thrive, if thou grant any grace! Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, Duch. Pleads he in earnest ? look upon his That we may arm us to encounter it.
face; York. Peruse this writing here, and thou His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in shalt know
(our breast : The treason that my haste forbids me show. His words come from bis mouth, our's from Aum. Remember, as thou read'st, thy pro- He prays but faintly, and would be denied ; mise past:
We pray with heart, and soul, and all beside: I do repent me; read not my name there, His weary joints would gladly rise, I know; My heart is not confederate with my hand. Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they York. 'Twas, villain, ere thy hand did set His prayers are full of false hypocrisy; (grow: it down.
Ours, of true zeal and deep integrity(have I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king: Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them Fear, and not love begets his penitence: That mercy which true prayers ought to have. Forget to pity him, lest thy pitý prove
Boling. Good aunt, stand up. A serpent that will sting thee to the heart. Duch. Nay, do not say-stand up;
Boling. O heinong, strong, and bold conspi- But, pardon, first; and afterwards, stard up. O loyal father of a treacherous son ! (racy! An if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, Thou sheer*, immaculate, and silver fountain, Pardon should be the first word of thy speech. From whence this stream through muddy was. I never long'd to bear a word tilt now; sages,
Say-pardon, king ; let pity teach thee how: Hath held his current and defiled bimself! The word is short, but not so short as eweet ; Thy overflow of good converts to bad; No word like, pardon, for kings' mouths so And thy abundant goodness shall excase
(aonnez moy! This deadly blot in thy digressingt son. York. Speak it in French, king; say, por:
York. So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; Duch. Dost thon teach pardon pardon to And he shallspend mine honour with his shame, destroy ? As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold, Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, That set'st the word itself against the word ! Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies : Speak pardon, as 'tis current in our land; Thou killst me in his life; giving him breath, The chopping French we do not understand The traitor lives, the true man's pat to death. Thine eye begins to speak, set thy tongne thére: Duch. Within.) What ho, my liege!' for Or, in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear ; God's sake let me in..
That, hearing how our plaints and prayers do Boling. What shrill-voiced suppliant makes Hi pierce,
this eager cry? [king; "tis I. Pity may move thee, pardon to rehearse. Duch. A woman, and thine aunt, great Boling. Good aunt, stand up. Speak with me, pity me, open the door;
11 I do not sue to stand, A beggar begs, that never begg'd before. Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. (me. Boling. Our scene is alter'd, -from a serious Boling. I pardon him, as God shall pardon thing,
[Kingt- Duch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! And now changed to The Beggar and the Yét am I sick for fear: speak it again; My dangerous cousin, let your mother in; Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain, I know, she's come to pray for your foul sin. But makes one pardon strong. York. If thou do pardon whosoever pray,
With all my heart More sins, for this forgiveness, prosper may. I pardon him. This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rests sound; Duch. A god on earth thou art. This, let alone, will all the rest confound. Boling. But for our trusty brother-in-law,
Enter Duchess. (man; and the abbot, Duch. O king, believe not this hard-hearted with all the rest of that consorted crew, * Transpareut. Transgressing ** An old ballad.
# Excase ine.
Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels. Thus play I, in one person, many people,
[Exeunt. Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. --Music do I hear ? Enter Exton, and a Servant,
[Music. Exton. Didst thou not mark the king, what Ha, ha! keep time :-How sour sweet iausic is, words he spake?
fear? When time is broke, and no proportion kept! Have I no friend will rid me of this living So is it in the music of men's lives. Was it not so?
And here have I the daintiness of ear, Serv.
Those were his very words. To check time broke in a disorder'd string; Exton. Have I no friend? quoth he: he But, for the concord of my state and time, spake it twice,
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. And urged it twice together; did he not? I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. Serv. He did.
For now hath time made me his numb'ring Exton. And, speaking it, he wistfully look'd
(jar on me;
[man My thoughts are minutes ; and, with sigbs, they As who should say, I would, thou wert the Their watches on to mine eyes, the outward That would divorce this terror from any heart; watch, Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go; Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe. Is pointing still, in cleansing thein from tears.
[Exeunt. Now, sir, the sound, that tells what hour it is, SCENE V. Pomfret. The Dungeon of the
Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my
[groans, Which is the bell: So sighs, and tears, and Enter King RICHARD.
Show minutes, times, and hours :--but ny time K. Rich. I have been studying how I may Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, compare
While I stand fooling here, his Jack oʻthe This prison, where I live, unto the world :
clock 1. And, for because the world is populous, This music mads me, let it sound no more ; And here is not a creature but myself, For, though it have holpe madmen to their wits, I cannot do it ;
-Yet I'll haminer it out. In me, it seems it will make wise men mad. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! My soul, the father: and these two beget For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard A generation of still-breediug thoughts, Is a strange brooch ** in this all-hating world. And these same thoughts people this little
Enter Groom. world t;
Groom. Hail, royal prince! In humours, like the people of this world, K. Rich.
Thanks, noble peer; For no thought is contented. The better sort, The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. As thoughts of things divine,-are intermix'd What art thou ? and how comest thou hither, With scruples, and do set the word itself Where no man never comes, but that sad dog Against the word I:
Th brings me food, to make misfortune live? As thus,-Come little ones; and then again, Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, It is as hard to come, as for a camel
(wards York, To thread the posterns of u needle's eye. When thou wert king; who, travelling toThoughts tending to ambition, they do plot With much ado, at length have gotten leave Unlikely, wonders : how these vain weak nails To look upon my sometimes # master's face. May tear a passage through the flinty ribs O, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld, Orihis hard world, my ragged prison walls; In London streets, that coronation day, And, for they cannot, die in their own pride. When Bolingbroke rode on roan 'Barbary! Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves, That horse, that thou so often hast bestrid; That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, That horse, that I so carefully have dressed i Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars, K. Rich. Rode be on Barbary? Tell me Who, sitting in the stocks refage their shame, How went he onder him?.. (gentle friend, That many have, and others must sit there: Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the And in this thought they tind a kind of ease,
[on his back! Bearing their own misfortune on the back K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was Of such as have before endured the like, That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; • Forces. + His own body. - $ Holy scriptore. ♡ Little gate. Tick.
Strike for him, like the figure of a man on a bell."
This band hath made him proud with elapping
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. him.
[dow, Welcome, my lord: What is the news? Would he not stumble? Would he not fall North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all (Since pride must have a fall), and break the happiness. neck
The next news is, I have to London sent
[Presenting a paper. Spur-gall’d, and tired, by jauncing * Boling- Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for broke.
thy pains; Enter Keeper, with a Dish. And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer
Enter. FITZWATER. stay.
[To the Groom. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford seut to K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou London wert away
The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely; Groom. What my tongue dares not; that my Two of the dangerous consorted traitors, heart shall say:
- [Exit. That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to ? Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont Right noble is thy merit, well I wot. [furgot; to do.
Enter PERCY with the Bishop of Carlisle. Keep. My lord, I dare not; sir Pierce of Perey. The grand conspirator, abbot of Exton, whó
Westminster, Lately came from the king, commands the With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, contrary.
(caster, and thee! Hath yielded up his body to the grave; K. Rich. l'he devil take Henry of Lan- But here is Carlisle living, to abide Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride.
(Beats the Kceper. Buling. Carlisle, this is your doom :Keep. Help, help, help!
Choose out soine secret place, some reverend Enter Exton, and Servants, armed.
rooni, K. Rich. How now? what' means death in More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; this rude assault?
(strument. So, as thou livest in peace, die free from strife Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's in. For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
(Snatching a weapon and killing one. High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. Enter Exron, with Atterdants bearing a [He kills another, then EXTON
Coffin. strikes him down.
Exton. Great king, within this coffin I preThat hand shall burn in never quenching fire, Thy buried fear: bierein all breathless lies [sent That staggers thus my person.--Exton, thy The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, fierce hand
Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou own land.
hast wrought Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high ; A deed of slander with thy fatal hand, Whilst my gross flesb sinks downward, here Upon my head, and all this famous land. to die.
[Dies Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, Exton. As full of valonr, as of royal blood : did I this deed.
[need, Both have I spilt; 0, would the deed were Boling. They love not poison that do poison good!
Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, For now the devil, that told me I did well, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, This dead king to the living king I'll bear; But neither my good word, nor princely favour: Take bence the rest, and give them burial here. With Cain go wander through the shade of
[Exeunt. night, SCENE VI. Windsor. A Room in the And never show thy head by day nor light.Castle,
Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,
That blood should sprinkle me to make me Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE, and YORK,
grow: with Lords and Attendants.'
Come, mourn with me for wbat I do lament, Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news And put on sullen black incontinentt;
I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, Is--that the rebels have consumed with fire To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :Our town of Cicester in Glostershire; (not. March sadly after ; grace my mournings bere, But whether they be ta’en, or slain, we hear |In weeping after this untimely bier. (Exeunt.
* Jaunting. + Immediately.