Richard II

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Synopsis

In Richard II, anger at a king’s arbitrary rule leads to his downfall—and sets in motion a decades-long struggle for the crown that continues in several more history plays.

Richard II begins as Richard’s cousin, Henry Bolingbroke, charges Thomas Mowbray with serious crimes, including the murder of the Duke of Gloucester. Bolingbroke’s father, John of Gaunt, privately blames the king for Gloucester’s death. At Richard’s command, Bolingbroke and Mowbray prepare for a trial by combat. The king halts the fight at the last minute, banishing both men from England.

When John of Gaunt dies, Richard seizes his possessions to help finance a war in Ireland, thus dispossessing Bolingbroke. Bolingbroke returns to England, quickly gathering support. By the time Richard returns from Ireland, many of his former allies have joined Bolingbroke. Richard abdicates, yielding the crown to Bolingbroke.

Richard is held at Pomfret Castle and Bolingbroke becomes King Henry IV. A murder plot against him is uncovered and stopped. Richard is murdered by a follower of Henry.


Characters in the Play
King Richard II
Sir John Bushy
Sir John Bagot
Sir Henry Green
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Richard’s friends
Richard’s Queen
Queen’s Ladies-in-waiting
John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster
Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Hereford, son to John of Gaunt,
 and later King Henry IV

Duchess of Gloucester, widow to Thomas, Duke of Gloucester
Edmund, Duke of York
Duchess of York
Duke of Aumerle, Earl of Rutland, son to Duke and Duchess of York
York’s Servingmen
Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk
Lord Marshal
First Herald
Second Herald
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officials in trial by combat
Earl of Salisbury
Bishop of Carlisle
Sir Stephen Scroop
Lord Berkeley
Abbot of Westminster
Welsh Captain
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supporters of King Richard
Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland
Lord Ross
Lord Willoughby
Harry Percy, son of Northumberland,
 later known as “Hotspur”

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supporters of
Bolingbroke
Lord Fitzwater
Duke of Surrey
Another Lord
Gardener
Gardener’s Servingmen
Groom of Richard’s stable
Keeper of prison at Pomfret Castle
Sir Pierce of Exton
Servingmen to Exton
Lords, Attendants, Officers, Soldiers, Servingmen, Exton’s Men

editorial emendationACT 1editorial emendation
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Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles
and Attendants.


KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0001 Old John of Gaunt, time-honored Lancaster,
FTLN 0002 Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,
FTLN 0003 Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son,
FTLN 0004 Here to make good the boist’rous late appeal,
FTLN 00055 Which then our leisure would not let us hear,
FTLN 0006 Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
GAUNT  FTLN 0007I have, my liege.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0008 Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him
FTLN 0009 If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice
FTLN 001010 Or worthily, as a good subject should,
FTLN 0011 On some known ground of treachery in him?
GAUNT 
FTLN 0012 As near as I could sift him on that argument,
FTLN 0013 On some apparent danger seen in him
FTLN 0014 Aimed at your Highness, no inveterate malice.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 001515 Then call them to our presence.
editorial emendationAn Attendant exits.editorial emendation
FTLN 0016 Face to face
FTLN 0017 And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
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FTLN 0018 The accuser and the accusèd freely speak.
FTLN 0019 High stomached are they both and full of ire,
FTLN 002020 In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray.

BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0021 Many years of happy days befall
FTLN 0022 My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege.
MOWBRAY 
FTLN 0023 Each day still better other’s happiness
FTLN 0024 Until the heavens, envying earth’s good hap,
FTLN 002525 Add an immortal title to your crown.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0026 We thank you both. Yet one but flatters us,
FTLN 0027 As well appeareth by the cause you come:
FTLN 0028 Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.
FTLN 0029 Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
FTLN 003030 Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0031 First—heaven be the record to my speech!—
FTLN 0032 In the devotion of a subject’s love,
FTLN 0033 Tend’ring the precious safety of my prince
FTLN 0034 And free from other misbegotten hate,
FTLN 003535 Come I appellant to this princely presence.—
FTLN 0036 Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee;
FTLN 0037 And mark my greeting well, for what I speak
FTLN 0038 My body shall make good upon this earth
FTLN 0039 Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.
FTLN 004040 Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,
FTLN 0041 Too good to be so and too bad to live,
FTLN 0042 Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,
FTLN 0043 The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
FTLN 0044 Once more, the more to aggravate the note,
FTLN 004545 With a foul traitor’s name stuff I thy throat,
FTLN 0046 And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move,

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FTLN 0047 What my tongue speaks my right-drawn sword may
FTLN 0048 prove.
MOWBRAY 
FTLN 0049 Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal.
FTLN 005050 ’Tis not the trial of a woman’s war,
FTLN 0051 The bitter clamor of two eager tongues,
FTLN 0052 Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain.
FTLN 0053 The blood is hot that must be cooled for this.
FTLN 0054 Yet can I not of such tame patience boast
FTLN 005555 As to be hushed and naught at all to say.
FTLN 0056 First, the fair reverence of your Highness curbs me
FTLN 0057 From giving reins and spurs to my free speech,
FTLN 0058 Which else would post until it had returned
FTLN 0059 These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
FTLN 006060 Setting aside his high blood’s royalty,
FTLN 0061 And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
FTLN 0062 I do defy him, and I spit at him,
FTLN 0063 Call him a slanderous coward and a villain,
FTLN 0064 Which to maintain I would allow him odds
FTLN 006565 And meet him, were I tied to run afoot
FTLN 0066 Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps
FTLN 0067 Or any other ground inhabitable
FTLN 0068 Wherever Englishman durst set his foot.
FTLN 0069 Meantime let this defend my loyalty:
FTLN 007070 By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
BOLINGBROKE , editorial emendationthrowing down a gageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0071 Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
FTLN 0072 Disclaiming here the kindred of the King,
FTLN 0073 And lay aside my high blood’s royalty,
FTLN 0074 Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.
FTLN 007575 If guilty dread have left thee so much strength
FTLN 0076 As to take up mine honor’s pawn, then stoop.
FTLN 0077 By that and all the rites of knighthood else
FTLN 0078 Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
FTLN 0079 What I have spoke or thou canst worse devise.

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MOWBRAY , editorial emendationpicking up the gageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 008080 I take it up, and by that sword I swear
FTLN 0081 Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,
FTLN 0082 I’ll answer thee in any fair degree
FTLN 0083 Or chivalrous design of knightly trial;
FTLN 0084 And when I mount, alive may I not light
FTLN 008585 If I be traitor or unjustly fight.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0086 What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray’s charge?
FTLN 0087 It must be great that can inherit us
FTLN 0088 So much as of a thought of ill in him.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0089 Look what I speak, my life shall prove it true:
FTLN 009090 That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles
FTLN 0091 In name of lendings for your Highness’ soldiers,
FTLN 0092 The which he hath detained for lewd employments,
FTLN 0093 Like a false traitor and injurious villain.
FTLN 0094 Besides I say, and will in battle prove,
FTLN 009595 Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge
FTLN 0096 That ever was surveyed by English eye,
FTLN 0097 That all the treasons for these eighteen years
FTLN 0098 Complotted and contrivèd in this land
FTLN 0099 Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and
FTLN 0100100 spring.
FTLN 0101 Further I say, and further will maintain
FTLN 0102 Upon his bad life to make all this good,
FTLN 0103 That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester’s death,
FTLN 0104 Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,
FTLN 0105105 And consequently, like a traitor coward,
FTLN 0106 Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of
FTLN 0107 blood,
FTLN 0108 Which blood, like sacrificing Abel’s, cries
FTLN 0109 Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth
FTLN 0110110 To me for justice and rough chastisement.
FTLN 0111 And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
FTLN 0112 This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.

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KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0113 How high a pitch his resolution soars!—
FTLN 0114 Thomas of Norfolk, what sayst thou to this?
MOWBRAY 
FTLN 0115115 O, let my sovereign turn away his face
FTLN 0116 And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
FTLN 0117 Till I have told this slander of his blood
FTLN 0118 How God and good men hate so foul a liar.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0119 Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears.
FTLN 0120120 Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom’s heir,
FTLN 0121 As he is but my father’s brother’s son,
FTLN 0122 Now by editorial emendationmyeditorial emendation scepter’s awe I make a vow:
FTLN 0123 Such neighbor nearness to our sacred blood
FTLN 0124 Should nothing privilege him nor partialize
FTLN 0125125 The unstooping firmness of my upright soul.
FTLN 0126 He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou.
FTLN 0127 Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.
MOWBRAY 
FTLN 0128 Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
FTLN 0129 Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
FTLN 0130130 Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais
FTLN 0131 Disbursed I duly to his Highness’ soldiers;
FTLN 0132 The other part reserved I by consent,
FTLN 0133 For that my sovereign liege was in my debt
FTLN 0134 Upon remainder of a dear account
FTLN 0135135 Since last I went to France to fetch his queen.
FTLN 0136 Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester’s death,
FTLN 0137 I slew him not, but to my own disgrace
FTLN 0138 Neglected my sworn duty in that case.—
FTLN 0139 For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster,
FTLN 0140140 The honorable father to my foe,
FTLN 0141 Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
FTLN 0142 A trespass that doth vex my grievèd soul.
FTLN 0143 But ere I last received the sacrament,
FTLN 0144 I did confess it and exactly begged

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FTLN 0145145 Your Grace’s pardon, and I hope I had it.—
FTLN 0146 This is my fault. As for the rest appealed,
FTLN 0147 It issues from the rancor of a villain,
FTLN 0148 A recreant and most degenerate traitor,
FTLN 0149 Which in myself I boldly will defend,
FTLN 0150150 And interchangeably hurl down my gage
FTLN 0151 Upon this overweening traitor’s foot,
editorial emendationHe throws down a gage.editorial emendation
FTLN 0152 To prove myself a loyal gentleman,
FTLN 0153 Even in the best blood chambered in his bosom;
FTLN 0154 In haste whereof most heartily I pray
FTLN 0155155 Your Highness to assign our trial day.
editorial emendationBolingbroke picks up the gage.editorial emendation
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0156 Wrath-kindled editorial emendationgentlemen,editorial emendation be ruled by me.
FTLN 0157 Let’s purge this choler without letting blood.
FTLN 0158 This we prescribe, though no physician.
FTLN 0159 Deep malice makes too deep incision.
FTLN 0160160 Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed.
FTLN 0161 Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.—
FTLN 0162 Good uncle, let this end where it begun;
FTLN 0163 We’ll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0164 To be a make-peace shall become my age.—
FTLN 0165165 Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk’s gage.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0166 And, Norfolk, throw down his.
GAUNT  FTLN 0167 When, Harry, when?
FTLN 0168 Obedience bids I should not bid again.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0169 Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot.
MOWBRAY 
FTLN 0170170 Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot.
editorial emendationMowbray kneels.editorial emendation
FTLN 0171 My life thou shalt command, but not my shame.
FTLN 0172 The one my duty owes, but my fair name,

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FTLN 0173 Despite of death that lives upon my grave,
FTLN 0174 To dark dishonor’s use thou shalt not have.
FTLN 0175175 I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here,
FTLN 0176 Pierced to the soul with slander’s venomed spear,
FTLN 0177 The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
FTLN 0178 Which breathed this poison.
KING RICHARD  FTLN 0179 Rage must be withstood.
FTLN 0180180 Give me his gage. Lions make leopards tame.
MOWBRAY , editorial emendationstandingeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0181 Yea, but not change his spots. Take but my shame
FTLN 0182 And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,
FTLN 0183 The purest treasure mortal times afford
FTLN 0184 Is spotless reputation; that away,
FTLN 0185185 Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
FTLN 0186 A jewel in a ten-times-barred-up chest
FTLN 0187 Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
FTLN 0188 Mine honor is my life; both grow in one.
FTLN 0189 Take honor from me and my life is done.
FTLN 0190190 Then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try.
FTLN 0191 In that I live, and for that will I die.
KING RICHARD , editorial emendationto Bolingbrokeeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0192 Cousin, throw up your gage. Do you begin.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0193 O, God defend my soul from such deep sin!
FTLN 0194 Shall I seem crestfallen in my father’s sight?
FTLN 0195195 Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height
FTLN 0196 Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue
FTLN 0197 Shall wound my honor with such feeble wrong
FTLN 0198 Or sound so base a editorial emendationparle,editorial emendation my teeth shall tear
FTLN 0199 The slavish motive of recanting fear
FTLN 0200200 And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,
FTLN 0201 Where shame doth harbor, even in Mowbray’s face.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0202 We were not born to sue, but to command,
FTLN 0203 Which, since we cannot do, to make you friends,
FTLN 0204 Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,

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FTLN 0205205 At Coventry upon Saint Lambert’s day.
FTLN 0206 There shall your swords and lances arbitrate
FTLN 0207 The swelling difference of your settled hate.
FTLN 0208 Since we cannot atone you, we shall see
FTLN 0209 Justice design the victor’s chivalry.—
FTLN 0210210 Lord Marshal, command our officers-at-arms
FTLN 0211 Be ready to direct these home alarms.
editorial emendationTheyeditorial emendation exit.


editorial emendationScene 2editorial emendation
Enter John of Gaunt with the Duchess of Gloucester.

GAUNT 
FTLN 0212 Alas, the part I had in Woodstock’s blood
FTLN 0213 Doth more solicit me than your exclaims
FTLN 0214 To stir against the butchers of his life.
FTLN 0215 But since correction lieth in those hands
FTLN 02165 Which made the fault that we cannot correct,
FTLN 0217 Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven,
FTLN 0218 Who, when they see the hours ripe on Earth,
FTLN 0219 Will rain hot vengeance on offenders’ heads.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 0220 Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?
FTLN 022110 Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?
FTLN 0222 Edward’s seven sons, whereof thyself art one,
FTLN 0223 Were as seven vials of his sacred blood
FTLN 0224 Or seven fair branches springing from one root.
FTLN 0225 Some of those seven are dried by nature’s course,
FTLN 022615 Some of those branches by the Destinies cut.
FTLN 0227 But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,
FTLN 0228 One vial full of Edward’s sacred blood,
FTLN 0229 One flourishing branch of his most royal root,
FTLN 0230 Is cracked and all the precious liquor spilt,
FTLN 023120 Is hacked down, and his summer leaves all faded,
FTLN 0232 By envy’s hand and murder’s bloody ax.

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FTLN 0233 Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! That bed, that
FTLN 0234 womb,
FTLN 0235 That metal, that self mold that fashioned thee
FTLN 023625 Made him a man; and though thou livest and
FTLN 0237 breathest,
FTLN 0238 Yet art thou slain in him. Thou dost consent
FTLN 0239 In some large measure to thy father’s death
FTLN 0240 In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
FTLN 024130 Who was the model of thy father’s life.
FTLN 0242 Call it not patience, Gaunt. It is despair.
FTLN 0243 In suff’ring thus thy brother to be slaughtered,
FTLN 0244 Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life,
FTLN 0245 Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee.
FTLN 024635 That which in mean men we entitle patience
FTLN 0247 Is pale, cold cowardice in noble breasts.
FTLN 0248 What shall I say? To safeguard thine own life,
FTLN 0249 The best way is to venge my Gloucester’s death.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0250 God’s is the quarrel; for God’s substitute,
FTLN 025140 His deputy anointed in His sight,
FTLN 0252 Hath caused his death, the which if wrongfully
FTLN 0253 Let heaven revenge, for I may never lift
FTLN 0254 An angry arm against His minister.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 0255 Where, then, alas, may I complain myself?
GAUNT 
FTLN 025645 To God, the widow’s champion and defense.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 0257 Why then I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.
FTLN 0258 Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold
FTLN 0259 Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight.
FTLN 0260 O, editorial emendationsiteditorial emendation my husband’s wrongs on Hereford’s spear,
FTLN 026150 That it may enter butcher Mowbray’s breast!
FTLN 0262 Or if misfortune miss the first career,
FTLN 0263 Be Mowbray’s sins so heavy in his bosom

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FTLN 0264 That they may break his foaming courser’s back
FTLN 0265 And throw the rider headlong in the lists,
FTLN 026655 A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford!
FTLN 0267 Farewell, old Gaunt. Thy sometime brother’s wife
FTLN 0268 With her companion, grief, must end her life.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0269 Sister, farewell. I must to Coventry.
FTLN 0270 As much good stay with thee as go with me.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 027160 Yet one word more. Grief boundeth where editorial emendationiteditorial emendation falls,
FTLN 0272 Not with the empty hollowness, but weight.
FTLN 0273 I take my leave before I have begun,
FTLN 0274 For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
FTLN 0275 Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.
FTLN 027665 Lo, this is all. Nay, yet depart not so!
FTLN 0277 Though this be all, do not so quickly go;
FTLN 0278 I shall remember more. Bid him—ah, what?—
FTLN 0279 With all good speed at Plashy visit me.
FTLN 0280 Alack, and what shall good old York there see
FTLN 028170 But empty lodgings and unfurnished walls,
FTLN 0282 Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?
FTLN 0283 And what hear there for welcome but my groans?
FTLN 0284 Therefore commend me; let him not come there
FTLN 0285 To seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere.
FTLN 028675 Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die.
FTLN 0287 The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.
They exit.


editorial emendationScene 3editorial emendation
Enter Lord Marshal and the Duke editorial emendationofeditorial emendation Aumerle.

MARSHAL 
FTLN 0288 My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford armed?
AUMERLE 
FTLN 0289 Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in.

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MARSHAL 
FTLN 0290 The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
FTLN 0291 Stays but the summons of the appellant’s trumpet.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 02925 Why then, the champions are prepared and stay
FTLN 0293 For nothing but his Majesty’s approach.

The trumpets sound and the King enters with his Nobles
editorial emendationand Officers;editorial emendation when they are set, enter editorial emendationMowbray,editorial emendation the
Duke of Norfolk in arms, defendant, editorial emendationwith a Herald.editorial emendation


KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0294 Marshal, demand of yonder champion
FTLN 0295 The cause of his arrival here in arms,
FTLN 0296 Ask him his name, and orderly proceed
FTLN 029710 To swear him in the justice of his cause.
MARSHAL , editorial emendationto Mowbrayeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0298 In God’s name and the King’s, say who thou art
FTLN 0299 And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms,
FTLN 0300 Against what man thou com’st, and what thy quarrel.
FTLN 0301 Speak truly on thy knighthood and thy oath,
FTLN 030215 As so defend thee heaven and thy valor.
MOWBRAY 
FTLN 0303 My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
FTLN 0304 Who hither come engagèd by my oath—
FTLN 0305 Which God defend a knight should violate!—
FTLN 0306 Both to defend my loyalty and truth
FTLN 030720 To God, my king, and my succeeding issue,
FTLN 0308 Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me,
FTLN 0309 And by the grace of God and this mine arm
FTLN 0310 To prove him, in defending of myself,
FTLN 0311 A traitor to my God, my king, and me;
FTLN 031225 And as I truly fight, defend me heaven.

The trumpets sound. Enter editorial emendationBolingbroke,editorial emendation Duke of
Hereford, appellant, in armor, editorial emendationwith a Herald.editorial emendation


KING RICHARD  FTLN 0313Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms

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FTLN 0314 Both who he is and why he cometh hither
FTLN 0315 Thus plated in habiliments of war,
FTLN 0316 And formally, according to our law,
FTLN 031730 Depose him in the justice of his cause.
MARSHAL , editorial emendationto Bolingbrokeeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0318 What is thy name? And wherefore com’st thou hither,
FTLN 0319 Before King Richard in his royal lists?
FTLN 0320 Against whom comest thou? And what’s thy quarrel?
FTLN 0321 Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 032235 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby
FTLN 0323 Am I, who ready here do stand in arms
FTLN 0324 To prove, by God’s grace and my body’s valor,
FTLN 0325 In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
FTLN 0326 That he is a traitor foul and dangerous
FTLN 032740 To God of heaven, King Richard, and to me.
FTLN 0328 And as I truly fight, defend me heaven.
MARSHAL 
FTLN 0329 On pain of death, no person be so bold
FTLN 0330 Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists,
FTLN 0331 Except the Marshal and such officers
FTLN 033245 Appointed to direct these fair designs.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0333 Lord Marshal, let me kiss my sovereign’s hand
FTLN 0334 And bow my knee before his Majesty;
FTLN 0335 For Mowbray and myself are like two men
FTLN 0336 That vow a long and weary pilgrimage.
FTLN 033750 Then let us take a ceremonious leave
FTLN 0338 And loving farewell of our several friends.
MARSHAL , editorial emendationto King Richardeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0339 The appellant in all duty greets your Highness
FTLN 0340 And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.
KING RICHARD , editorial emendationcoming downeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0341 We will descend and fold him in our arms.
editorial emendationHe embraces Bolingbroke.editorial emendation
FTLN 034255 Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,

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FTLN 0343 So be thy fortune in this royal fight.
FTLN 0344 Farewell, my blood—which, if today thou shed,
FTLN 0345 Lament we may but not revenge thee dead.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0346 O, let no noble eye profane a tear
FTLN 034760 For me if I be gored with Mowbray’s spear.
FTLN 0348 As confident as is the falcon’s flight
FTLN 0349 Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight.
FTLN 0350 My loving lord, I take my leave of you.—
FTLN 0351 Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;
FTLN 035265 Not sick, although I have to do with death,
FTLN 0353 But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.—
FTLN 0354 Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
FTLN 0355 The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
FTLN 0356 O, thou the earthly author of my blood,
FTLN 035770 Whose youthful spirit in me regenerate
FTLN 0358 Doth with a twofold vigor lift me up
FTLN 0359 To reach at victory above my head,
FTLN 0360 Add proof unto mine armor with thy prayers,
FTLN 0361 And with thy blessings steel my lance’s point
FTLN 036275 That it may enter Mowbray’s waxen coat
FTLN 0363 And furbish new the name of John o’ Gaunt,
FTLN 0364 Even in the lusty havior of his son.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0365 God in thy good cause make thee prosperous.
FTLN 0366 Be swift like lightning in the execution,
FTLN 036780 And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,
FTLN 0368 Fall like amazing thunder on the casque
FTLN 0369 Of thy adverse pernicious enemy.
FTLN 0370 Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0371 Mine innocence and Saint George to thrive!
MOWBRAY 
FTLN 037285 However God or fortune cast my lot,
FTLN 0373 There lives or dies, true to King Richard’s throne,
FTLN 0374 A loyal, just, and upright gentleman.

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FTLN 0375 Never did captive with a freer heart
FTLN 0376 Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace
FTLN 037790 His golden uncontrolled enfranchisement
FTLN 0378 More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
FTLN 0379 This feast of battle with mine adversary.
FTLN 0380 Most mighty liege and my companion peers,
FTLN 0381 Take from my mouth the wish of happy years.
FTLN 038295 As gentle and as jocund as to jest
FTLN 0383 Go I to fight. Truth hath a quiet breast.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0384 Farewell, my lord. Securely I espy
FTLN 0385 Virtue with valor couchèd in thine eye.—
FTLN 0386 Order the trial, marshal, and begin.
MARSHAL 
FTLN 0387100 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
FTLN 0388 Receive thy lance; and God defend the right.
editorial emendationHe presents a lance to Bolingbroke.editorial emendation
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0389 Strong as a tower in hope, I cry “Amen!”
MARSHAL , editorial emendationto an Officereditorial emendation 
FTLN 0390 Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.
editorial emendationAn Officer presents a lance to Mowbray.editorial emendation
editorial emendationFIRSTeditorial emendation HERALD 
FTLN 0391 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby
FTLN 0392105 Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself,
FTLN 0393 On pain to be found false and recreant,
FTLN 0394 To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,
FTLN 0395 A traitor to his God, his king, and him,
FTLN 0396 And dares him to set forward to the fight.
SECOND HERALD 
FTLN 0397110 Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
FTLN 0398 On pain to be found false and recreant,
FTLN 0399 Both to defend himself and to approve
FTLN 0400 Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby
FTLN 0401 To God, his sovereign, and to him disloyal,

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FTLN 0402115 Courageously and with a free desire
FTLN 0403 Attending but the signal to begin.
MARSHAL 
FTLN 0404 Sound, trumpets, and set forward, combatants.
editorial emendationTrumpets sound. Richard throws down his warder.editorial emendation
FTLN 0405 Stay! The King hath thrown his warder down.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0406 Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
FTLN 0407120 And both return back to their chairs again.
FTLN 0408  editorial emendationTo his council.editorial emendation Withdraw with us, and let the
FTLN 0409 trumpets sound
FTLN 0410 While we return these dukes what we decree.
editorial emendationTrumpets sound while Richard consults with Gaunt
and other Nobles.editorial emendation

FTLN 0411  editorial emendationTo Bolingbroke and Mowbray.editorial emendation Draw near,
FTLN 0412125 And list what with our council we have done.
FTLN 0413 For that our kingdom’s earth should not be soiled
FTLN 0414 With that dear blood which it hath fosterèd;
FTLN 0415 And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
FTLN 0416 Of civil wounds plowed up with neighbor’s sword;
FTLN 0417130 And for we think the eagle-wingèd pride
FTLN 0418 Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,
FTLN 0419 With rival-hating envy, set on you
FTLN 0420 To wake our peace, which in our country’s cradle
FTLN 0421 Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep,
FTLN 0422135 Which, so roused up with boist’rous untuned
FTLN 0423 drums,
FTLN 0424 With harsh resounding trumpets’ dreadful bray,
FTLN 0425 And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,
FTLN 0426 Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace
FTLN 0427140 And make us wade even in our kindred’s blood:
FTLN 0428 Therefore we banish you our territories.
FTLN 0429 You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,
FTLN 0430 Till twice five summers have enriched our fields
FTLN 0431 Shall not regreet our fair dominions,
FTLN 0432145 But tread the stranger paths of banishment.

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BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0433 Your will be done. This must my comfort be:
FTLN 0434 That sun that warms you here shall shine on me,
FTLN 0435 And those his golden beams to you here lent
FTLN 0436 Shall point on me and gild my banishment.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0437150 Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
FTLN 0438 Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:
FTLN 0439 The sly, slow hours shall not determinate
FTLN 0440 The dateless limit of thy dear exile.
FTLN 0441 The hopeless word of “never to return”
FTLN 0442155 Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
MOWBRAY 
FTLN 0443 A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,
FTLN 0444 And all unlooked-for from your Highness’ mouth.
FTLN 0445 A dearer merit, not so deep a maim
FTLN 0446 As to be cast forth in the common air,
FTLN 0447160 Have I deservèd at your Highness’ hands.
FTLN 0448 The language I have learnt these forty years,
FTLN 0449 My native English, now I must forgo;
FTLN 0450 And now my tongue’s use is to me no more
FTLN 0451 Than an unstringèd viol or a harp,
FTLN 0452165 Or like a cunning instrument cased up,
FTLN 0453 Or, being open, put into his hands
FTLN 0454 That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
FTLN 0455 Within my mouth you have enjailed my tongue,
FTLN 0456 Doubly portcullised with my teeth and lips,
FTLN 0457170 And dull unfeeling barren ignorance
FTLN 0458 Is made my jailor to attend on me.
FTLN 0459 I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
FTLN 0460 Too far in years to be a pupil now.
FTLN 0461 What is thy sentence editorial emendationtheneditorial emendation but speechless death,
FTLN 0462175 Which robs my tongue from breathing native
FTLN 0463 breath?
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0464 It boots thee not to be compassionate.
FTLN 0465 After our sentence plaining comes too late.

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MOWBRAY 
FTLN 0466 Then thus I turn me from my country’s light,
FTLN 0467180 To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.
editorial emendationHe begins to exit.editorial emendation
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0468 Return again, and take an oath with thee.
FTLN 0469  editorial emendationTo Mowbray and Bolingbroke.editorial emendation Lay on our royal
FTLN 0470 sword your banished hands.
editorial emendationThey place their right hands on the hilts of
Richard’s sword.editorial emendation

FTLN 0471 Swear by the duty that you owe to God—
FTLN 0472185 Our part therein we banish with yourselves—
FTLN 0473 To keep the oath that we administer:
FTLN 0474 You never shall, so help you truth and God,
FTLN 0475 Embrace each other’s love in banishment,
FTLN 0476 Nor never look upon each other’s face,
FTLN 0477190 Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile
FTLN 0478 This louring tempest of your homebred hate,
FTLN 0479 Nor never by advisèd purpose meet
FTLN 0480 To plot, contrive, or complot any ill
FTLN 0481 ’Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.
BOLINGBROKE  FTLN 0482195I swear.
MOWBRAY  FTLN 0483And I, to keep all this.
editorial emendationThey step back.editorial emendation
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0484 Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:
FTLN 0485 By this time, had the King permitted us,
FTLN 0486 One of our souls had wandered in the air,
FTLN 0487200 Banished this frail sepulcher of our flesh,
FTLN 0488 As now our flesh is banished from this land.
FTLN 0489 Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm.
FTLN 0490 Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
FTLN 0491 The clogging burden of a guilty soul.
MOWBRAY 
FTLN 0492205 No, Bolingbroke; if ever I were traitor,
FTLN 0493 My name be blotted from the book of life,

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FTLN 0494 And I from heaven banished as from hence.
FTLN 0495 But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know,
FTLN 0496 And all too soon, I fear, the King shall rue.—
FTLN 0497210 Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray;
FTLN 0498 Save back to England, all the world’s my way.
He exits.
KING RICHARD , editorial emendationto Gaunteditorial emendation 
FTLN 0499 Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes
FTLN 0500 I see thy grievèd heart. Thy sad aspect
FTLN 0501 Hath from the number of his banished years
FTLN 0502215 Plucked four away.  editorial emendationTo Bolingbroke.editorial emendation Six frozen
FTLN 0503 winters spent,
FTLN 0504 Return with welcome home from banishment.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0505 How long a time lies in one little word!
FTLN 0506 Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
FTLN 0507220 End in a word; such is the breath of kings.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0508 I thank my liege that in regard of me
FTLN 0509 He shortens four years of my son’s exile.
FTLN 0510 But little vantage shall I reap thereby;
FTLN 0511 For, ere the six years that he hath to spend
FTLN 0512225 Can change their moons and bring their times
FTLN 0513 about,
FTLN 0514 My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light
FTLN 0515 Shall be extinct with age and endless editorial emendationnight;editorial emendation
FTLN 0516 My inch of taper will be burnt and done,
FTLN 0517230 And blindfold death not let me see my son.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0518 Why, uncle, thou hast many years to live.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0519 But not a minute, king, that thou canst give.
FTLN 0520 Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,
FTLN 0521 And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow.
FTLN 0522235 Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
FTLN 0523 But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.

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FTLN 0524 Thy word is current with him for my death,
FTLN 0525 But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0526 Thy son is banished upon good advice,
FTLN 0527240 Whereto thy tongue a party verdict gave.
FTLN 0528 Why at our justice seem’st thou then to lour?
GAUNT 
FTLN 0529 Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
FTLN 0530 You urged me as a judge, but I had rather
FTLN 0531 You would have bid me argue like a father.
FTLN 0532245 O, had it been a stranger, not my child,
FTLN 0533 To smooth his fault I should have been more mild.
FTLN 0534 A partial slander sought I to avoid,
FTLN 0535 And in the sentence my own life destroyed.
FTLN 0536 Alas, I looked when some of you should say
FTLN 0537250 I was too strict, to make mine own away.
FTLN 0538 But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue
FTLN 0539 Against my will to do myself this wrong.
KING RICHARD , editorial emendationto Bolingbrokeeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0540 Cousin, farewell.—And, uncle, bid him so.
FTLN 0541 Six years we banish him, and he shall go.
editorial emendationFlourish. King Richardeditorial emendation exits editorial emendationwith his Attendants.editorial emendation
AUMERLE , editorial emendationto Bolingbrokeeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0542255 Cousin, farewell. What presence must not know,
FTLN 0543 From where you do remain let paper show.
MARSHAL , editorial emendationto Bolingbrokeeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0544 My lord, no leave take I, for I will ride,
FTLN 0545 As far as land will let me, by your side.
GAUNT , editorial emendationto Bolingbrokeeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0546 O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words,
FTLN 0547260 That thou returnest no greeting to thy friends?
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0548 I have too few to take my leave of you,
FTLN 0549 When the tongue’s office should be prodigal
FTLN 0550 To breathe the abundant dolor of the heart.

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GAUNT 
FTLN 0551 Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0552265 Joy absent, grief is present for that time.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0553 What is six winters? They are quickly gone.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0554 To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0555 Call it a travel that thou tak’st for pleasure.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0556 My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,
FTLN 0557270 Which finds it an enforcèd pilgrimage.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0558 The sullen passage of thy weary steps
FTLN 0559 Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set
FTLN 0560 The precious jewel of thy home return.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0561 Nay, rather every tedious stride I make
FTLN 0562275 Will but remember me what a deal of world
FTLN 0563 I wander from the jewels that I love.
FTLN 0564 Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
FTLN 0565 To foreign passages, and in the end,
FTLN 0566 Having my freedom, boast of nothing else
FTLN 0567280 But that I was a journeyman to grief?
GAUNT 
FTLN 0568 All places that the eye of heaven visits
FTLN 0569 Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
FTLN 0570 Teach thy necessity to reason thus:
FTLN 0571 There is no virtue like necessity.
FTLN 0572285 Think not the King did banish thee,
FTLN 0573 But thou the King. Woe doth the heavier sit
FTLN 0574 Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
FTLN 0575 Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honor,
FTLN 0576 And not the King exiled thee; or suppose
FTLN 0577290 Devouring pestilence hangs in our air
FTLN 0578 And thou art flying to a fresher clime.

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FTLN 0579 Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
FTLN 0580 To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com’st.
FTLN 0581 Suppose the singing birds musicians,
FTLN 0582295 The grass whereon thou tread’st the presence
FTLN 0583 strewed,
FTLN 0584 The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more
FTLN 0585 Than a delightful measure or a dance;
FTLN 0586 For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
FTLN 0587300 The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0588 O, who can hold a fire in his hand
FTLN 0589 By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
FTLN 0590 Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
FTLN 0591 By bare imagination of a feast?
FTLN 0592305 Or wallow naked in December snow
FTLN 0593 By thinking on fantastic summer’s heat?
FTLN 0594 O no, the apprehension of the good
FTLN 0595 Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
FTLN 0596 Fell sorrow’s tooth doth never rankle more
FTLN 0597310 Than when he bites but lanceth not the sore.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0598 Come, come, my son, I’ll bring thee on thy way.
FTLN 0599 Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 0600 Then, England’s ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu,
FTLN 0601 My mother and my nurse that bears me yet.
FTLN 0602315 Where’er I wander, boast of this I can,
FTLN 0603 Though banished, yet a trueborn Englishman.
They exit.


editorial emendationScene 4editorial emendation
Enter the King with editorial emendationGreen and Bagot,editorial emendation at one door,
and the Lord Aumerle at another.


KING RICHARD  FTLN 0604We did observe.—Cousin Aumerle,
FTLN 0605 How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

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AUMERLE 
FTLN 0606 I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,
FTLN 0607 But to the next highway, and there I left him.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 06085 And say, what store of parting tears were shed?
AUMERLE 
FTLN 0609 Faith, none for me, except the northeast wind,
FTLN 0610 Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
FTLN 0611 Awaked the sleeping rheum and so by chance
FTLN 0612 Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 061310 What said our cousin when you parted with him?
AUMERLE  FTLN 0614“Farewell.”
FTLN 0615 And, for my heart disdainèd that my tongue
FTLN 0616 Should so profane the word, that taught me craft
FTLN 0617 To counterfeit oppression of such grief
FTLN 061815 That words seemed buried in my sorrow’s grave.
FTLN 0619 Marry, would the word “farewell” have lengthened
FTLN 0620 hours
FTLN 0621 And added years to his short banishment,
FTLN 0622 He should have had a volume of farewells.
FTLN 062320 But since it would not, he had none of me.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0624 He is our editorial emendationcousin,editorial emendation cousin, but ’tis doubt,
FTLN 0625 When time shall call him home from banishment,
FTLN 0626 Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.
FTLN 0627 Ourself and Bushy, editorial emendationBagot here and Green,editorial emendation
FTLN 062825 Observed his courtship to the common people,
FTLN 0629 How he did seem to dive into their hearts
FTLN 0630 With humble and familiar courtesy,
FTLN 0631 What reverence he did throw away on slaves,
FTLN 0632 Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles
FTLN 063330 And patient underbearing of his fortune,
FTLN 0634 As ’twere to banish their affects with him.
FTLN 0635 Off goes his bonnet to an oysterwench;
FTLN 0636 A brace of draymen bid God speed him well

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FTLN 0637 And had the tribute of his supple knee,
FTLN 063835 With “Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends,”
FTLN 0639 As were our England in reversion his
FTLN 0640 And he our subjects’ next degree in hope.
GREEN 
FTLN 0641 Well, he is gone, and with him go these thoughts.
FTLN 0642 Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,
FTLN 064340 Expedient manage must be made, my liege,
FTLN 0644 Ere further leisure yield them further means
FTLN 0645 For their advantage and your Highness’ loss.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0646 We will ourself in person to this war.
FTLN 0647 And, for our coffers, with too great a court
FTLN 064845 And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,
FTLN 0649 We are enforced to farm our royal realm,
FTLN 0650 The revenue whereof shall furnish us
FTLN 0651 For our affairs in hand. If that come short,
FTLN 0652 Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters,
FTLN 065350 Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,
FTLN 0654 They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold
FTLN 0655 And send them after to supply our wants,
FTLN 0656 For we will make for Ireland presently.

editorial emendationEnter Bushy.

FTLN 0657 Bushy, what news?editorial emendation
BUSHY 
FTLN 065855 Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,
FTLN 0659 Suddenly taken, and hath sent posthaste
FTLN 0660 To entreat your Majesty to visit him.
KING RICHARD  FTLN 0661Where lies he?
BUSHY  FTLN 0662At Ely House.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 066360 Now put it, God, in the physician’s mind
FTLN 0664 To help him to his grave immediately!
FTLN 0665 The lining of his coffers shall make coats

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FTLN 0666 To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.
FTLN 0667 Come, gentlemen, let’s all go visit him.
FTLN 066865 Pray God we may make haste and come too late.
editorial emendationALLeditorial emendation  FTLN 0669Amen!
They exit.




editorial emendationACT 2editorial emendation
editorial emendationScene 1editorial emendation
Enter John of Gaunt sick, with the Duke of York, editorial emendationand
Attendants.editorial emendation


GAUNT 
FTLN 0670 Will the King come, that I may breathe my last
FTLN 0671 In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?
YORK 
FTLN 0672 Vex not yourself nor strive not with your breath,
FTLN 0673 For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.
GAUNT 
FTLN 06745 O, but they say the tongues of dying men
FTLN 0675 Enforce attention like deep harmony.
FTLN 0676 Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in
FTLN 0677 vain,
FTLN 0678 For they breathe truth that breathe their words in
FTLN 067910 pain.
FTLN 0680 He that no more must say is listened more
FTLN 0681  Than they whom youth and ease have taught to
FTLN 0682  gloze.
FTLN 0683 More are men’s ends marked than their lives before.
FTLN 068415  The setting sun and music at the close,
FTLN 0685 As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
FTLN 0686 Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
FTLN 0687 Though Richard my life’s counsel would not hear,
FTLN 0688 My death’s sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.
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YORK 
FTLN 068920 No, it is stopped with other flattering sounds,
FTLN 0690 As praises, of whose taste the wise are editorial emendationfond;editorial emendation
FTLN 0691 Lascivious meters, to whose venom sound
FTLN 0692 The open ear of youth doth always listen;
FTLN 0693 Report of fashions in proud Italy,
FTLN 069425 Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation
FTLN 0695 Limps after in base imitation.
FTLN 0696 Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity—
FTLN 0697 So it be new, there’s no respect how vile—
FTLN 0698 That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?
FTLN 069930 Then all too late comes counsel to be heard
FTLN 0700 Where will doth mutiny with wit’s regard.
FTLN 0701 Direct not him whose way himself will choose.
FTLN 0702 ’Tis breath thou lack’st, and that breath wilt thou
FTLN 0703 lose.
GAUNT 
FTLN 070435 Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
FTLN 0705 And thus expiring do foretell of him:
FTLN 0706 His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
FTLN 0707 For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
FTLN 0708 Small showers last long, but sudden storms are
FTLN 070940 short;
FTLN 0710 He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
FTLN 0711 With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder;
FTLN 0712 Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
FTLN 0713 Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
FTLN 071445 This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle,
FTLN 0715 This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
FTLN 0716 This other Eden, demi-paradise,
FTLN 0717 This fortress built by Nature for herself
FTLN 0718 Against infection and the hand of war,
FTLN 071950 This happy breed of men, this little world,
FTLN 0720 This precious stone set in the silver sea,
FTLN 0721 Which serves it in the office of a wall
FTLN 0722 Or as editorial emendationaeditorial emendation moat defensive to a house,

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FTLN 0723 Against the envy of less happier lands,
FTLN 072455 This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this
FTLN 0725 England,
FTLN 0726 This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
FTLN 0727 Feared by their breed and famous by their birth,
FTLN 0728 Renownèd for their deeds as far from home
FTLN 072960 For Christian service and true chivalry
FTLN 0730 As is the sepulcher in stubborn Jewry
FTLN 0731 Of the world’s ransom, blessèd Mary’s son,
FTLN 0732 This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
FTLN 0733 Dear for her reputation through the world,
FTLN 073465 Is now leased out—I die pronouncing it—
FTLN 0735 Like to a tenement or pelting farm.
FTLN 0736 England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
FTLN 0737 Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
FTLN 0738 Of wat’ry Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
FTLN 073970 With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds.
FTLN 0740 That England that was wont to conquer others
FTLN 0741 Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
FTLN 0742 Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
FTLN 0743 How happy then were my ensuing death!

Enter King and Queen, editorial emendationAumerle, Bushy, Green, Bagot,
Ross, Willoughby,editorial emendation etc.


YORK 
FTLN 074475 The King is come. Deal mildly with his youth,
FTLN 0745 For young hot colts being editorial emendationreinededitorial emendation do rage the more.
QUEEN , editorial emendationto Gaunteditorial emendation 
FTLN 0746 How fares our noble uncle Lancaster?
KING RICHARD , editorial emendationto Gaunteditorial emendation 
FTLN 0747 What comfort, man? How is ’t with agèd Gaunt?
GAUNT 
FTLN 0748 O, how that name befits my composition!
FTLN 074980 Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old.
FTLN 0750 Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast,
FTLN 0751 And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt?

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FTLN 0752 For sleeping England long time have I watched;
FTLN 0753 Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt.
FTLN 075485 The pleasure that some fathers feed upon
FTLN 0755 Is my strict fast—I mean my children’s looks—
FTLN 0756 And, therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt.
FTLN 0757 Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave,
FTLN 0758 Whose hollow womb inherits naught but bones.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 075990 Can sick men play so nicely with their names?
GAUNT 
FTLN 0760 No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
FTLN 0761 Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me,
FTLN 0762 I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0763 Should dying men flatter with those that live?
GAUNT 
FTLN 076495 No, no, men living flatter those that die.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0765 Thou, now a-dying, sayest thou flatterest me.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0766 O, no, thou diest, though I the sicker be.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0767 I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0768 Now He that made me knows I see thee ill,
FTLN 0769100 Ill in myself to see, and in thee, seeing ill.
FTLN 0770 Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
FTLN 0771 Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
FTLN 0772 And thou, too careless-patient as thou art,
FTLN 0773 Commit’st thy anointed body to the cure
FTLN 0774105 Of those physicians that first wounded thee.
FTLN 0775 A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,
FTLN 0776 Whose compass is no bigger than thy head,
FTLN 0777 And yet editorial emendationencagèdeditorial emendation in so small a verge,
FTLN 0778 The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.

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FTLN 0779110 O, had thy grandsire with a prophet’s eye
FTLN 0780 Seen how his son’s son should destroy his sons,
FTLN 0781 From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame,
FTLN 0782 Deposing thee before thou wert possessed,
FTLN 0783 Which art possessed now to depose thyself.
FTLN 0784115 Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world,
FTLN 0785 It were a shame to let this land by lease;
FTLN 0786 But, for thy world enjoying but this land,
FTLN 0787 Is it not more than shame to shame it so?
FTLN 0788 Landlord of England art thou now, not king.
FTLN 0789120 Thy state of law is bondslave to the law,
FTLN 0790 And thou—
KING RICHARD  FTLN 0791 A lunatic lean-witted fool,
FTLN 0792 Presuming on an ague’s privilege,
FTLN 0793 Darest with thy frozen admonition
FTLN 0794125 Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood
FTLN 0795 With fury from his native residence.
FTLN 0796 Now, by my seat’s right royal majesty,
FTLN 0797 Wert thou not brother to great Edward’s son,
FTLN 0798 This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head
FTLN 0799130 Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.
GAUNT 
FTLN 0800 O, spare me not, my editorial emendationbrothereditorial emendation Edward’s son,
FTLN 0801 For that I was his father Edward’s son!
FTLN 0802 That blood already, like the pelican,
FTLN 0803 Hast thou tapped out and drunkenly caroused.
FTLN 0804135 My brother Gloucester—plain, well-meaning soul,
FTLN 0805 Whom fair befall in heaven ’mongst happy souls—
FTLN 0806 May be a precedent and witness good
FTLN 0807 That thou respect’st not spilling Edward’s blood.
FTLN 0808 Join with the present sickness that I have,
FTLN 0809140 And thy unkindness be like crooked age
FTLN 0810 To crop at once a too-long withered flower.
FTLN 0811 Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
FTLN 0812 These words hereafter thy tormentors be!—

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FTLN 0813 Convey me to my bed, then to my grave.
FTLN 0814145 Love they to live that love and honor have.
He exits, editorial emendationcarried off by Attendants.editorial emendation
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0815 And let them die that age and sullens have,
FTLN 0816 For both hast thou, and both become the grave.
YORK 
FTLN 0817 I do beseech your Majesty, impute his words
FTLN 0818 To wayward sickliness and age in him.
FTLN 0819150 He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear
FTLN 0820 As Harry, Duke of Hereford, were he here.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0821 Right, you say true: as Hereford’s love, so his;
FTLN 0822 As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.

editorial emendationEnter Northumberland.editorial emendation

NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 0823 My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your Majesty.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0824155 What says he?
NORTHUMBERLAND  FTLN 0825 Nay, nothing; all is said.
FTLN 0826 His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
FTLN 0827 Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
YORK 
FTLN 0828 Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!
FTLN 0829160 Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0830 The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
FTLN 0831 His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
FTLN 0832 So much for that. Now for our Irish wars:
FTLN 0833 We must supplant those rough rugheaded kern,
FTLN 0834165 Which live like venom where no venom else
FTLN 0835 But only they have privilege to live.
FTLN 0836 And, for these great affairs do ask some charge,
FTLN 0837 Towards our assistance we do seize to us

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FTLN 0838 The plate, coin, revenues, and movables
FTLN 0839170 Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possessed.
YORK 
FTLN 0840 How long shall I be patient? Ah, how long
FTLN 0841 Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?
FTLN 0842 Not Gloucester’s death, nor Hereford’s banishment,
FTLN 0843 Nor Gaunt’s rebukes, nor England’s private wrongs,
FTLN 0844175 Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke
FTLN 0845 About his marriage, nor my own disgrace,
FTLN 0846 Have ever made me sour my patient cheek
FTLN 0847 Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign’s face.
FTLN 0848 I am the last of noble Edward’s sons,
FTLN 0849180 Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first.
FTLN 0850 In war was never lion raged more fierce,
FTLN 0851 In peace was never gentle lamb more mild,
FTLN 0852 Than was that young and princely gentleman.
FTLN 0853 His face thou hast, for even so looked he,
FTLN 0854185 Accomplished with editorial emendationtheeditorial emendation number of thy hours;
FTLN 0855 But when he frowned, it was against the French
FTLN 0856 And not against his friends. His noble hand
FTLN 0857 Did win what he did spend, and spent not that
FTLN 0858 Which his triumphant father’s hand had won.
FTLN 0859190 His hands were guilty of no kindred blood,
FTLN 0860 But bloody with the enemies of his kin.
FTLN 0861 O, Richard! York is too far gone with grief,
FTLN 0862 Or else he never would compare between.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0863 Why, uncle, what’s the matter?
YORK  FTLN 0864195 O, my liege,
FTLN 0865 Pardon me if you please. If not, I, pleased
FTLN 0866 Not to be pardoned, am content withal.
FTLN 0867 Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands
FTLN 0868 The royalties and rights of banished Hereford?
FTLN 0869200 Is not Gaunt dead? And doth not Hereford live?
FTLN 0870 Was not Gaunt just? And is not Harry true?
FTLN 0871 Did not the one deserve to have an heir?

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FTLN 0872 Is not his heir a well-deserving son?
FTLN 0873 Take Hereford’s rights away, and take from time
FTLN 0874205 His charters and his customary rights;
FTLN 0875 Let not tomorrow then ensue today;
FTLN 0876 Be not thyself; for how art thou a king
FTLN 0877 But by fair sequence and succession?
FTLN 0878 Now afore God—God forbid I say true!—
FTLN 0879210 If you do wrongfully seize Hereford’s rights,
FTLN 0880 Call in the letters patents that he hath
FTLN 0881 By his attorneys general to sue
FTLN 0882 His livery, and deny his offered homage,
FTLN 0883 You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,
FTLN 0884215 You lose a thousand well-disposèd hearts,
FTLN 0885 And prick my tender patience to those thoughts
FTLN 0886 Which honor and allegiance cannot think.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0887 Think what you will, we seize into our hands
FTLN 0888 His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands.
YORK 
FTLN 0889220 I’ll not be by the while. My liege, farewell.
FTLN 0890 What will ensue hereof there’s none can tell;
FTLN 0891 But by bad courses may be understood
FTLN 0892 That their events can never fall out good. He exits.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 0893 Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight.
FTLN 0894225 Bid him repair to us to Ely House
FTLN 0895 To see this business. Tomorrow next
FTLN 0896 We will for Ireland, and ’tis time, I trow.
FTLN 0897 And we create, in absence of ourself,
FTLN 0898 Our uncle York Lord Governor of England,
FTLN 0899230 For he is just and always loved us well.—
FTLN 0900 Come on, our queen. Tomorrow must we part.
FTLN 0901 Be merry, for our time of stay is short.
King and Queen exit editorial emendationwith others;editorial emendation
Northumberland, editorial emendationWilloughby, and Rosseditorial emendation remain.


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NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 0902 Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.
ROSS 
FTLN 0903 And living too, for now his son is duke.
WILLOUGHBY 
FTLN 0904235 Barely in title, not in revenues.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 0905 Richly in both, if justice had her right.
ROSS 
FTLN 0906 My heart is great, but it must break with silence
FTLN 0907 Ere ’t be disburdened with a liberal tongue.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 0908 Nay, speak thy mind, and let him ne’er speak more
FTLN 0909240 That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!
WILLOUGHBY , editorial emendationto Rosseditorial emendation 
FTLN 0910 Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of
FTLN 0911 Hereford?
FTLN 0912 If it be so, out with it boldly, man.
FTLN 0913 Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.
ROSS 
FTLN 0914245 No good at all that I can do for him,
FTLN 0915 Unless you call it good to pity him,
FTLN 0916 Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 0917 Now, afore God, ’tis shame such wrongs are borne
FTLN 0918 In him, a royal prince, and many more
FTLN 0919250 Of noble blood in this declining land.
FTLN 0920 The King is not himself, but basely led
FTLN 0921 By flatterers; and what they will inform
FTLN 0922 Merely in hate ’gainst any of us all,
FTLN 0923 That will the King severely prosecute
FTLN 0924255 ’Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.
ROSS 
FTLN 0925 The commons hath he pilled with grievous taxes,
FTLN 0926 And quite lost their hearts. The nobles hath he fined
FTLN 0927 For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.

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WILLOUGHBY 
FTLN 0928 And daily new exactions are devised,
FTLN 0929260 As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what.
FTLN 0930 But what i’ God’s name doth become of this?
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 0931 Wars hath not wasted it, for warred he hath not,
FTLN 0932 But basely yielded upon compromise
FTLN 0933 That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows.
FTLN 0934265 More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.
ROSS 
FTLN 0935 The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.
WILLOUGHBY 
FTLN 0936 The King grown bankrupt like a broken man.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 0937 Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.
ROSS 
FTLN 0938 He hath not money for these Irish wars,
FTLN 0939270 His burdenous taxations notwithstanding,
FTLN 0940 But by the robbing of the banished duke.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 0941 His noble kinsman. Most degenerate king!
FTLN 0942 But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,
FTLN 0943 Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm;
FTLN 0944275 We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
FTLN 0945 And yet we strike not, but securely perish.
ROSS 
FTLN 0946 We see the very wrack that we must suffer,
FTLN 0947 And unavoided is the danger now
FTLN 0948 For suffering so the causes of our wrack.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 0949280 Not so. Even through the hollow eyes of death
FTLN 0950 I spy life peering; but I dare not say
FTLN 0951 How near the tidings of our comfort is.
WILLOUGHBY 
FTLN 0952 Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.

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ROSS 
FTLN 0953 Be confident to speak, Northumberland.
FTLN 0954285 We three are but thyself, and speaking so
FTLN 0955 Thy words are but as thoughts. Therefore be bold.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 0956 Then thus: I have from Le Port editorial emendationBlanc,editorial emendation
FTLN 0957 A bay in Brittany, received intelligence
FTLN 0958 That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord
FTLN 0959290 Cobham,
FTLN 0960 That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,
FTLN 0961 His brother, archbishop late of Canterbury,
FTLN 0962 Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston,
FTLN 0963 Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton, and Francis
FTLN 0964295 Coint—
FTLN 0965 All these well furnished by the Duke of Brittany
FTLN 0966 With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war,
FTLN 0967 Are making hither with all due expedience
FTLN 0968 And shortly mean to touch our northern shore.
FTLN 0969300 Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay
FTLN 0970 The first departing of the King for Ireland.
FTLN 0971 If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,
FTLN 0972 Imp out our drooping country’s broken wing,
FTLN 0973 Redeem from broking pawn the blemished crown,
FTLN 0974305 Wipe off the dust that hides our scepter’s gilt,
FTLN 0975 And make high majesty look like itself,
FTLN 0976 Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh.
FTLN 0977 But if you faint, as fearing to do so,
FTLN 0978 Stay and be secret, and myself will go.
ROSS 
FTLN 0979310 To horse, to horse! Urge doubts to them that fear.
WILLOUGHBY 
FTLN 0980 Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.
They exit.




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editorial emendationScene 2editorial emendation
Enter the Queen, Bushy, editorial emendationandeditorial emendation Bagot.

BUSHY 
FTLN 0981 Madam, your Majesty is too much sad.
FTLN 0982 You promised, when you parted with the King,
FTLN 0983 To lay aside life-harming heaviness
FTLN 0984 And entertain a cheerful disposition.
QUEEN 
FTLN 09855 To please the King I did; to please myself
FTLN 0986 I cannot do it. Yet I know no cause
FTLN 0987 Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
FTLN 0988 Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest
FTLN 0989 As my sweet Richard. Yet again methinks
FTLN 099010 Some unborn sorrow ripe in Fortune’s womb
FTLN 0991 Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
FTLN 0992 With nothing trembles. At some thing it grieves
FTLN 0993 More than with parting from my lord the King.
BUSHY 
FTLN 0994 Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
FTLN 099515 Which shows like grief itself but is not so;
FTLN 0996 For sorrow’s eyes, glazed with blinding tears,
FTLN 0997 Divides one thing entire to many objects,
FTLN 0998 Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon
FTLN 0999 Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry
FTLN 100020 Distinguish form. So your sweet Majesty,
FTLN 1001 Looking awry upon your lord’s departure,
FTLN 1002 Find shapes of grief more than himself to wail,
FTLN 1003 Which, looked on as it is, is naught but shadows
FTLN 1004 Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,
FTLN 100525 More than your lord’s departure weep not. More is
FTLN 1006 not seen,
FTLN 1007 Or if it be, ’tis with false sorrow’s eye,
FTLN 1008 Which for things true weeps things imaginary.
QUEEN 
FTLN 1009 It may be so, but yet my inward soul
FTLN 101030 Persuades me it is otherwise. Howe’er it be,

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FTLN 1011 I cannot but be sad—so heavy sad
FTLN 1012 As thought, on thinking on no thought I think,
FTLN 1013 Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.
BUSHY 
FTLN 1014 ’Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.
QUEEN 
FTLN 101535 ’Tis nothing less. Conceit is still derived
FTLN 1016 From some forefather grief. Mine is not so,
FTLN 1017 For nothing hath begot my something grief—
FTLN 1018 Or something hath the nothing that I grieve.
FTLN 1019 ’Tis in reversion that I do possess,
FTLN 102040 But what it is that is not yet known what,
FTLN 1021 I cannot name. ’Tis nameless woe, I wot.

editorial emendationEnter Green.editorial emendation

GREEN 
FTLN 1022 God save your Majesty!—And well met, gentlemen.
FTLN 1023 I hope the King is not yet shipped for Ireland.
QUEEN 
FTLN 1024 Why hopest thou so? ’Tis better hope he is,
FTLN 102545 For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope.
FTLN 1026 Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipped?
GREEN 
FTLN 1027 That he, our hope, might have retired his power
FTLN 1028 And driven into despair an enemy’s hope,
FTLN 1029 Who strongly hath set footing in this land.
FTLN 103050 The banished Bolingbroke repeals himself
FTLN 1031 And with uplifted arms is safe arrived
FTLN 1032 At Ravenspurgh.
QUEEN  FTLN 1033 Now God in heaven forbid!
GREEN 
FTLN 1034 Ah, madam, ’tis too true. And that is worse,
FTLN 103555 The Lord Northumberland, his son young Harry
FTLN 1036 Percy,
FTLN 1037 The Lords of Ross, Beaumont, and Willoughby,
FTLN 1038 With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.

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BUSHY 
FTLN 1039 Why have you not proclaimed Northumberland
FTLN 104060 And all the rest revolted faction traitors?
GREEN 
FTLN 1041 We have; whereupon the Earl of Worcester
FTLN 1042 Hath broken his staff, resigned his stewardship,
FTLN 1043 And all the Household servants fled with him
FTLN 1044 To Bolingbroke.
QUEEN 
FTLN 104565 So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,
FTLN 1046 And Bolingbroke my sorrow’s dismal heir.
FTLN 1047 Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
FTLN 1048 And I, a gasping new-delivered mother,
FTLN 1049 Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joined.
BUSHY 
FTLN 105070 Despair not, madam.
QUEEN  FTLN 1051 Who shall hinder me?
FTLN 1052 I will despair and be at enmity
FTLN 1053 With cozening hope. He is a flatterer,
FTLN 1054 A parasite, a keeper-back of death,
FTLN 105575 Who gently would dissolve the bands of life
FTLN 1056 Which false hope lingers in extremity.

editorial emendationEnter York.editorial emendation

GREEN  FTLN 1057Here comes the Duke of York.
QUEEN 
FTLN 1058 With signs of war about his agèd neck.
FTLN 1059 O, full of careful business are his looks!—
FTLN 106080 Uncle, for God’s sake speak comfortable words.
YORK 
FTLN 1061 Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts.
FTLN 1062 Comfort’s in heaven, and we are on the Earth,
FTLN 1063 Where nothing lives but crosses, cares, and grief.
FTLN 1064 Your husband, he is gone to save far off
FTLN 106585 Whilst others come to make him lose at home.
FTLN 1066 Here am I left to underprop his land,

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FTLN 1067 Who, weak with age, cannot support myself.
FTLN 1068 Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;
FTLN 1069 Now shall he try his friends that flattered him.

editorial emendationEnter a Servingman.editorial emendation

SERVINGMAN 
FTLN 107090 My lord, your son was gone before I came.
YORK 
FTLN 1071 He was? Why, so go all which way it will.
FTLN 1072 The nobles they are fled; the commons they are
FTLN 1073 cold
FTLN 1074 And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford’s side.
FTLN 107595 Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester;
FTLN 1076 Bid her send me presently a thousand pound.
FTLN 1077 Hold, take my ring.
SERVINGMAN 
FTLN 1078 My lord, I had forgot to tell your Lordship:
FTLN 1079 Today as I came by I callèd there—
FTLN 1080100 But I shall grieve you to report the rest.
YORK  FTLN 1081What is ’t, knave?
SERVINGMAN 
FTLN 1082 An hour before I came, the Duchess died.
YORK 
FTLN 1083 God for His mercy, what a tide of woes
FTLN 1084 Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!
FTLN 1085105 I know not what to do. I would to God,
FTLN 1086 So my untruth had not provoked him to it,
FTLN 1087 The King had cut off my head with my brother’s!
FTLN 1088 What, are there no posts dispatched for Ireland?
FTLN 1089 How shall we do for money for these wars?—
FTLN 1090110 Come, sister—cousin I would say, pray pardon
FTLN 1091 me.—
FTLN 1092 Go, fellow, get thee home. Provide some carts
FTLN 1093 And bring away the armor that is there.
editorial emendationServingman exits.editorial emendation
FTLN 1094 Gentlemen, will you go muster men?

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FTLN 1095115 If I know how or which way to order these affairs
FTLN 1096 Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,
FTLN 1097 Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen.
FTLN 1098 T’ one is my sovereign, whom both my oath
FTLN 1099 And duty bids defend; t’ other again
FTLN 1100120 Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wronged,
FTLN 1101 Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.
FTLN 1102 Well, somewhat we must do.  editorial emendationTo Queen.editorial emendation Come,
FTLN 1103 cousin,
FTLN 1104 I’ll dispose of you.—Gentlemen, go muster up your
FTLN 1105125 men
FTLN 1106 And meet me presently at Berkeley.
FTLN 1107 I should to Plashy too,
FTLN 1108 But time will not permit. All is uneven,
FTLN 1109 And everything is left at six and seven.
Duke editorial emendationof York andeditorial emendation Queen exit.
Bushy, Green, editorial emendationand Bagoteditorial emendation remain.

BUSHY 
FTLN 1110130 The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland,
FTLN 1111 But none returns. For us to levy power
FTLN 1112 Proportionable to the enemy
FTLN 1113 Is all unpossible.
GREEN 
FTLN 1114 Besides, our nearness to the King in love
FTLN 1115135 Is near the hate of those love not the King.
BAGOT 
FTLN 1116 And that is the wavering commons, for their love
FTLN 1117 Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them
FTLN 1118 By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
BUSHY 
FTLN 1119 Wherein the King stands generally condemned.
BAGOT 
FTLN 1120140 If judgment lie in them, then so do we,
FTLN 1121 Because we ever have been near the King.
GREEN 
FTLN 1122 Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristow Castle.
FTLN 1123 The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.

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BUSHY 
FTLN 1124 Thither will I with you, for little office
FTLN 1125145 Will the hateful commons perform for us,
FTLN 1126 Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.—
FTLN 1127 Will you go along with us?
BAGOT 
FTLN 1128 No, I will to Ireland to his Majesty.
FTLN 1129 Farewell. If heart’s presages be not vain,
FTLN 1130150 We three here part that ne’er shall meet again.
BUSHY 
FTLN 1131 That’s as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.
GREEN 
FTLN 1132 Alas, poor duke, the task he undertakes
FTLN 1133 Is numb’ring sands and drinking oceans dry.
FTLN 1134 Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
FTLN 1135155 Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.
BUSHY 
FTLN 1136 Well, we may meet again.
BAGOT  FTLN 1137 I fear me, never.
editorial emendationThey exit.editorial emendation


editorial emendationScene 3editorial emendation
Enter editorial emendationBolingbroke, Duke ofeditorial emendation Hereford, editorial emendationandeditorial emendation
Northumberland.


BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1138 How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
NORTHUMBERLAND  FTLN 1139Believe me, noble lord,
FTLN 1140 I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire.
FTLN 1141 These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
FTLN 11425 Draws out our miles and makes them wearisome.
FTLN 1143 And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
FTLN 1144 Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
FTLN 1145 But I bethink me what a weary way
FTLN 1146 From Ravenspurgh to Cotshall will be found

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FTLN 114710 In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,
FTLN 1148 Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
FTLN 1149 The tediousness and process of my travel.
FTLN 1150 But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
FTLN 1151 The present benefit which I possess,
FTLN 115215 And hope to joy is little less in joy
FTLN 1153 Than hope enjoyed. By this the weary lords
FTLN 1154 Shall make their way seem short as mine hath done
FTLN 1155 By sight of what I have, your noble company.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1156 Of much less value is my company
FTLN 115720 Than your good words. But who comes here?

Enter Harry Percy.

NORTHUMBERLAND  FTLN 1158It is my son, young Harry Percy,
FTLN 1159 Sent from my brother Worcester whencesoever.—
FTLN 1160 Harry, how fares your uncle?
PERCY 
FTLN 1161 I had thought, my lord, to have learned his health of
FTLN 116225 you.
NORTHUMBERLAND  FTLN 1163Why, is he not with the Queen?
PERCY 
FTLN 1164 No, my good lord, he hath forsook the court,
FTLN 1165 Broken his staff of office, and dispersed
FTLN 1166 The Household of the King.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 116730 What was his reason? He was not so resolved
FTLN 1168 When last we spake together.
PERCY 
FTLN 1169 Because your Lordship was proclaimèd traitor.
FTLN 1170 But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh
FTLN 1171 To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
FTLN 117235 And sent me over by Berkeley to discover
FTLN 1173 What power the Duke of York had levied there,
FTLN 1174 Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.

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NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 1175 Have you forgot the Duke of editorial emendationHereford,editorial emendation boy?
PERCY 
FTLN 1176 No, my good lord, for that is not forgot
FTLN 117740 Which ne’er I did remember. To my knowledge
FTLN 1178 I never in my life did look on him.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 1179 Then learn to know him now. This is the Duke.
PERCY , editorial emendationto Bolingbrokeeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1180 My gracious lord, I tender you my service,
FTLN 1181 Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,
FTLN 118245 Which elder days shall ripen and confirm
FTLN 1183 To more approvèd service and desert.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1184 I thank thee, gentle Percy, and be sure
FTLN 1185 I count myself in nothing else so happy
FTLN 1186 As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends;
FTLN 118750 And as my fortune ripens with thy love,
FTLN 1188 It shall be still thy true love’s recompense.
FTLN 1189 My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.
editorial emendationGives Percy his hand.editorial emendation
NORTHUMBERLAND , editorial emendationto Percyeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1190 How far is it to Berkeley, and what stir
FTLN 1191 Keeps good old York there with his men of war?
PERCY 
FTLN 119255 There stands the castle by yon tuft of trees,
FTLN 1193 Manned with three hundred men, as I have heard,
FTLN 1194 And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and
FTLN 1195 Seymour,
FTLN 1196 None else of name and noble estimate.

editorial emendationEnter Ross and Willoughby.editorial emendation

NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 119760 Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,
FTLN 1198 Bloody with spurring, fiery red with haste.

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BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1199 Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues
FTLN 1200 A banished traitor. All my treasury
FTLN 1201 Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enriched,
FTLN 120265 Shall be your love and labor’s recompense.
ROSS 
FTLN 1203 Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.
WILLOUGHBY 
FTLN 1204 And far surmounts our labor to attain it.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1205 Evermore thank’s the exchequer of the poor,
FTLN 1206 Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,
FTLN 120770 Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?

editorial emendationEnter Berkeley.editorial emendation

NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 1208 It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.
BERKELEY , editorial emendationto Bolingbrokeeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1209 My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1210 My lord, my answer is—to “Lancaster”;
FTLN 1211 And I am come to seek that name in England.
FTLN 121275 And I must find that title in your tongue
FTLN 1213 Before I make reply to aught you say.
BERKELEY 
FTLN 1214 Mistake me not, my lord, ’tis not my meaning
FTLN 1215 To rase one title of your honor out.
FTLN 1216 To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will,
FTLN 121780 From the most gracious regent of this land,
FTLN 1218 The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
FTLN 1219 To take advantage of the absent time,
FTLN 1220 And fright our native peace with self-borne arms.

editorial emendationEnter York.editorial emendation

BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1221 I shall not need transport my words by you.

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FTLN 122285 Here comes his Grace in person. editorial emendationHe kneels.editorial emendation
FTLN 1223 My noble uncle.
YORK 
FTLN 1224 Show me thy humble heart and not thy knee,
FTLN 1225 Whose duty is deceivable and false.
BOLINGBROKE , editorial emendationstandingeditorial emendation  FTLN 1226My gracious uncle—
YORK  FTLN 122790Tut, tut!
FTLN 1228 Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.
FTLN 1229 I am no traitor’s uncle, and that word “grace”
FTLN 1230 In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
FTLN 1231 Why have those banished and forbidden legs
FTLN 123295 Dared once to touch a dust of England’s ground?
FTLN 1233 But then, more why: why have they dared to march
FTLN 1234 So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,
FTLN 1235 Frighting her pale-faced villages with war
FTLN 1236 And ostentation of despisèd arms?
FTLN 1237100 Com’st thou because the anointed king is hence?
FTLN 1238 Why, foolish boy, the King is left behind
FTLN 1239 And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
FTLN 1240 Were I but now lord of such hot youth
FTLN 1241 As when brave Gaunt thy father and myself
FTLN 1242105 Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
FTLN 1243 From forth the ranks of many thousand French,
FTLN 1244 O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine,
FTLN 1245 Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee
FTLN 1246 And minister correction to thy fault!
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1247110 My gracious uncle, let me know my fault.
FTLN 1248 On what condition stands it and wherein?
YORK 
FTLN 1249 Even in condition of the worst degree,
FTLN 1250 In gross rebellion and detested treason.
FTLN 1251 Thou art a banished man and here art come,
FTLN 1252115 Before the expiration of thy time,
FTLN 1253 In braving arms against thy sovereign.

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BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1254 As I was banished, I was banished Hereford,
FTLN 1255 But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
FTLN 1256 And, noble uncle, I beseech your Grace
FTLN 1257120 Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye.
FTLN 1258 You are my father, for methinks in you
FTLN 1259 I see old Gaunt alive. O, then, my father,
FTLN 1260 Will you permit that I shall stand condemned
FTLN 1261 A wandering vagabond, my rights and royalties
FTLN 1262125 Plucked from my arms perforce and given away
FTLN 1263 To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?
FTLN 1264 If that my cousin king be king in England,
FTLN 1265 It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.
FTLN 1266 You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin.
FTLN 1267130 Had you first died and he been thus trod down,
FTLN 1268 He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father
FTLN 1269 To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.
FTLN 1270 I am denied to sue my livery here,
FTLN 1271 And yet my letters patents give me leave.
FTLN 1272135 My father’s goods are all distrained and sold,
FTLN 1273 And these, and all, are all amiss employed.
FTLN 1274 What would you have me do? I am a subject,
FTLN 1275 And I challenge law. Attorneys are denied me,
FTLN 1276 And therefore personally I lay my claim
FTLN 1277140 To my inheritance of free descent.
NORTHUMBERLAND , editorial emendationto Yorkeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1278 The noble duke hath been too much abused.
ROSS , editorial emendationto Yorkeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1279 It stands your Grace upon to do him right.
WILLOUGHBY , editorial emendationto Yorkeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1280 Base men by his endowments are made great.
YORK 
FTLN 1281 My lords of England, let me tell you this:
FTLN 1282145 I have had feeling of my cousin’s wrongs
FTLN 1283 And labored all I could to do him right.
FTLN 1284 But in this kind to come, in braving arms,

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FTLN 1285 Be his own carver and cut out his way
FTLN 1286 To find out right with wrong, it may not be.
FTLN 1287150 And you that do abet him in this kind
FTLN 1288 Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 1289 The noble duke hath sworn his coming is
FTLN 1290 But for his own, and for the right of that
FTLN 1291 We all have strongly sworn to give him aid.
FTLN 1292155 And let him never see joy that breaks that oath.
YORK 
FTLN 1293 Well, well. I see the issue of these arms.
FTLN 1294 I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
FTLN 1295 Because my power is weak and all ill-left.
FTLN 1296 But if I could, by Him that gave me life,
FTLN 1297160 I would attach you all and make you stoop
FTLN 1298 Unto the sovereign mercy of the King.
FTLN 1299 But since I cannot, be it known unto you
FTLN 1300 I do remain as neuter. So fare you well—
FTLN 1301 Unless you please to enter in the castle
FTLN 1302165 And there repose you for this night.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1303 An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
FTLN 1304 But we must win your Grace to go with us
FTLN 1305 To Bristow Castle, which they say is held
FTLN 1306 By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices,
FTLN 1307170 The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
FTLN 1308 Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
YORK 
FTLN 1309 It may be I will go with you; but yet I’ll pause,
FTLN 1310 For I am loath to break our country’s laws.
FTLN 1311 Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are.
FTLN 1312175 Things past redress are now with me past care.
They exit.




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editorial emendationScene 4editorial emendation
Enter Earl of Salisbury and a Welsh Captain.

WELSH CAPTAIN 
FTLN 1313 My Lord of Salisbury, we have stayed ten days
FTLN 1314 And hardly kept our countrymen together,
FTLN 1315 And yet we hear no tidings from the King.
FTLN 1316 Therefore we will disperse ourselves. Farewell.
SALISBURY 
FTLN 13175 Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman.
FTLN 1318 The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.
WELSH CAPTAIN 
FTLN 1319 ’Tis thought the King is dead. We will not stay.
FTLN 1320 The bay trees in our country are all withered,
FTLN 1321 And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven;
FTLN 132210 The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the Earth,
FTLN 1323 And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change;
FTLN 1324 Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap,
FTLN 1325 The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
FTLN 1326 The other to enjoy by rage and war.
FTLN 132715 These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.
FTLN 1328 Farewell. Our countrymen are gone and fled,
FTLN 1329 As well assured Richard their king is dead.
editorial emendationHe exits.editorial emendation
SALISBURY 
FTLN 1330 Ah, Richard! With the eyes of heavy mind
FTLN 1331 I see thy glory like a shooting star
FTLN 133220 Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
FTLN 1333 Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
FTLN 1334 Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest.
FTLN 1335 Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,
FTLN 1336 And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.
editorial emendationHe exits.editorial emendation




editorial emendationACT 3editorial emendation
editorial emendationScene 1editorial emendation
Enter editorial emendationBolingbroke,editorial emendation Duke of Hereford, York,
Northumberland, editorial emendationwith other Lords, andeditorial emendation Bushy and
Green prisoners.


BOLINGBROKE  FTLN 1337Bring forth these men.—
FTLN 1338 Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls,
FTLN 1339 Since presently your souls must part your bodies,
FTLN 1340 With too much urging your pernicious lives,
FTLN 13415 For ’twere no charity; yet to wash your blood
FTLN 1342 From off my hands, here in the view of men
FTLN 1343 I will unfold some causes of your deaths:
FTLN 1344 You have misled a prince, a royal king,
FTLN 1345 A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments
FTLN 134610 By you unhappied and disfigured clean.
FTLN 1347 You have in manner with your sinful hours
FTLN 1348 Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,
FTLN 1349 Broke the possession of a royal bed,
FTLN 1350 And stained the beauty of a fair queen’s cheeks
FTLN 135115 With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.
FTLN 1352 Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth,
FTLN 1353 Near to the King in blood, and near in love
FTLN 1354 Till you did make him misinterpret me,
FTLN 1355 Have stooped my neck under your injuries
FTLN 135620 And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds,
FTLN 1357 Eating the bitter bread of banishment,
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FTLN 1358 Whilst you have fed upon my seigniories,
FTLN 1359 Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods,
FTLN 1360 From my own windows torn my household coat,
FTLN 136125 Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign,
FTLN 1362 Save men’s opinions and my living blood,
FTLN 1363 To show the world I am a gentleman.
FTLN 1364 This and much more, much more than twice all
FTLN 1365 this,
FTLN 136630 Condemns you to the death.—See them delivered
FTLN 1367 over
FTLN 1368 To execution and the hand of death.
BUSHY 
FTLN 1369 More welcome is the stroke of death to me
FTLN 1370 Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.
GREEN 
FTLN 137135 My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
FTLN 1372 And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1373 My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatched. editorial emendationNorthumberland exits with Bushy and Green.editorial emendation
FTLN 1374  editorial emendationTo York.editorial emendation Uncle, you say the Queen is at your
FTLN 1375 house.
FTLN 137640 For God’s sake, fairly let her be entreated.
FTLN 1377 Tell her I send to her my kind commends.
FTLN 1378 Take special care my greetings be delivered.
YORK 
FTLN 1379 A gentleman of mine I have dispatched
FTLN 1380 With letters of your love to her at large.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 138145 Thanks, gentle uncle.—Come, lords, away,
FTLN 1382 To fight with Glendower and his complices.
FTLN 1383 A while to work, and after holiday.
They exit.




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editorial emendationScene 2editorial emendation
editorial emendationDrums. Flourish and colors.editorial emendation Enter the King, Aumerle,
Carlisle, editorial emendationand Soldiers.editorial emendation


KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1384 Barkloughly Castle call they this at hand?
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1385 Yea, my lord. How brooks your Grace the air
FTLN 1386 After your late tossing on the breaking seas?
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1387 Needs must I like it well. I weep for joy
FTLN 13885 To stand upon my kingdom once again. editorial emendationHe kneels.editorial emendation
FTLN 1389 Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,
FTLN 1390 Though rebels wound thee with their horses’ hoofs.
FTLN 1391 As a long-parted mother with her child
FTLN 1392 Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting,
FTLN 139310 So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,
FTLN 1394 And do thee favors with my royal hands.
FTLN 1395 Feed not thy sovereign’s foe, my gentle earth,
FTLN 1396 Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense,
FTLN 1397 But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
FTLN 139815 And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way,
FTLN 1399 Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet
FTLN 1400 Which with usurping steps do trample thee.
FTLN 1401 Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies,
FTLN 1402 And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
FTLN 140320 Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder,
FTLN 1404 Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
FTLN 1405 Throw death upon thy sovereign’s enemies.
FTLN 1406 Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords.
FTLN 1407 This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones
FTLN 140825 Prove armèd soldiers, ere her native king
FTLN 1409 Shall falter under foul rebellion’s arms.
CARLISLE 
FTLN 1410 Fear not, my lord. That power that made you king
FTLN 1411 Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.

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FTLN 1412 The means that heavens yield must be embraced
FTLN 141330 And not neglected. Else heaven would,
FTLN 1414 And we will not—heaven’s offer we refuse,
FTLN 1415 The proffered means of succor and redress.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1416 He means, my lord, that we are too remiss,
FTLN 1417 Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,
FTLN 141835 Grows strong and great in substance and in power.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1419 Discomfortable cousin, know’st thou not
FTLN 1420 That when the searching eye of heaven is hid
FTLN 1421 Behind the globe that lights the lower world,
FTLN 1422 Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen
FTLN 142340 In murders and in outrage boldly here?
FTLN 1424 But when from under this terrestrial ball
FTLN 1425 He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines
FTLN 1426 And darts his light through every guilty hole,
FTLN 1427 Then murders, treasons, and detested sins,
FTLN 142845 The cloak of night being plucked from off their
FTLN 1429 backs,
FTLN 1430 Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves.
FTLN 1431 So when this thief, this traitor Bolingbroke,
FTLN 1432 Who all this while hath reveled in the night
FTLN 143350 Whilst we were wand’ring with the Antipodes,
FTLN 1434 Shall see us rising in our throne, the east,
FTLN 1435 His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
FTLN 1436 Not able to endure the sight of day,
FTLN 1437 But self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.
FTLN 143855 Not all the water in the rough rude sea
FTLN 1439 Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.
FTLN 1440 The breath of worldly men cannot depose
FTLN 1441 The deputy elected by the Lord.
FTLN 1442 For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed
FTLN 144360 To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,
FTLN 1444 God for His Richard hath in heavenly pay

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FTLN 1445 A glorious angel. Then, if angels fight,
FTLN 1446 Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right.

Enter Salisbury.

FTLN 1447 Welcome, my lord. How far off lies your power?
SALISBURY 
FTLN 144865 Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord,
FTLN 1449 Than this weak arm. Discomfort guides my tongue
FTLN 1450 And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
FTLN 1451 One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,
FTLN 1452 Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth.
FTLN 145370 O, call back yesterday, bid time return,
FTLN 1454 And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men.
FTLN 1455 Today, today, unhappy day too late,
FTLN 1456 Overthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state;
FTLN 1457 For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,
FTLN 145875 Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed, and fled.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1459 Comfort, my liege. Why looks your Grace so pale?
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1460 But now the blood of twenty thousand men
FTLN 1461  Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;
FTLN 1462 And till so much blood thither come again
FTLN 146380  Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
FTLN 1464 All souls that will be safe, fly from my side,
FTLN 1465 For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1466 Comfort, my liege. Remember who you are.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1467 I had forgot myself. Am I not king?
FTLN 146885 Awake, thou coward majesty, thou sleepest!
FTLN 1469 Is not the King’s name twenty thousand names?
FTLN 1470 Arm, arm, my name! A puny subject strikes
FTLN 1471 At thy great glory. Look not to the ground,
FTLN 1472 You favorites of a king. Are we not high?
FTLN 147390 High be our thoughts. I know my Uncle York

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FTLN 1474 Hath power enough to serve our turn.—But who
FTLN 1475 comes here?

Enter Scroop.

SCROOP 
FTLN 1476 More health and happiness betide my liege
FTLN 1477 Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 147895 Mine ear is open and my heart prepared.
FTLN 1479 The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.
FTLN 1480 Say, is my kingdom lost? Why, ’twas my care,
FTLN 1481 And what loss is it to be rid of care?
FTLN 1482 Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?
FTLN 1483100 Greater he shall not be. If he serve God,
FTLN 1484 We’ll serve Him too and be his fellow so.
FTLN 1485 Revolt our subjects? That we cannot mend.
FTLN 1486 They break their faith to God as well as us.
FTLN 1487 Cry woe, destruction, ruin, and decay.
FTLN 1488105 The worst is death, and death will have his day.
SCROOP 
FTLN 1489 Glad am I that your Highness is so armed
FTLN 1490 To bear the tidings of calamity.
FTLN 1491 Like an unseasonable stormy day
FTLN 1492 Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores
FTLN 1493110 As if the world were all dissolved to tears,
FTLN 1494 So high above his limits swells the rage
FTLN 1495 Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land
FTLN 1496 With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel.
FTLN 1497 Whitebeards have armed their thin and hairless
FTLN 1498115 scalps
FTLN 1499 Against thy Majesty; boys with women’s voices
FTLN 1500 Strive to speak big and clap their female joints
FTLN 1501 In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown;
FTLN 1502 Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows
FTLN 1503120 Of double-fatal yew against thy state.
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FTLN 1505 Against thy seat. Both young and old rebel,
FTLN 1506 And all goes worse than I have power to tell.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1507 Too well, too well thou tell’st a tale so ill.
FTLN 1508125 Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? Where is Bagot?
FTLN 1509 What is become of Bushy? Where is Green,
FTLN 1510 That they have let the dangerous enemy
FTLN 1511 Measure our confines with such peaceful steps?
FTLN 1512 If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it!
FTLN 1513130 I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.
SCROOP 
FTLN 1514 Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1515 O villains, vipers, damned without redemption!
FTLN 1516 Dogs easily won to fawn on any man!
FTLN 1517 Snakes in my heart blood warmed, that sting my
FTLN 1518135 heart!
FTLN 1519 Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas!
FTLN 1520 Would they make peace? Terrible hell
FTLN 1521 Make war upon their spotted souls for this!
SCROOP 
FTLN 1522 Sweet love, I see, changing his property,
FTLN 1523140 Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate.
FTLN 1524 Again uncurse their souls. Their peace is made
FTLN 1525 With heads and not with hands. Those whom you
FTLN 1526 curse
FTLN 1527 Have felt the worst of death’s destroying wound
FTLN 1528145 And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1529 Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?
SCROOP 
FTLN 1530 Ay, all of them at Bristow lost their heads.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1531 Where is the Duke my father with his power?
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1532 No matter where. Of comfort no man speak.

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FTLN 1533150 Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs,
FTLN 1534 Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
FTLN 1535 Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
FTLN 1536 Let’s choose executors and talk of wills.
FTLN 1537 And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
FTLN 1538155 Save our deposèd bodies to the ground?
FTLN 1539 Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke’s,
FTLN 1540 And nothing can we call our own but death
FTLN 1541 And that small model of the barren earth
FTLN 1542 Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
FTLN 1543160 For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
FTLN 1544 And tell sad stories of the death of kings—
FTLN 1545 How some have been deposed, some slain in war,
FTLN 1546 Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,
FTLN 1547 Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed,
FTLN 1548165 All murdered. For within the hollow crown
FTLN 1549 That rounds the mortal temples of a king
FTLN 1550 Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits,
FTLN 1551 Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
FTLN 1552 Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
FTLN 1553170 To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks,
FTLN 1554 Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
FTLN 1555 As if this flesh which walls about our life
FTLN 1556 Were brass impregnable; and humored thus,
FTLN 1557 Comes at the last and with a little pin
FTLN 1558175 Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!
FTLN 1559 Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
FTLN 1560 With solemn reverence. Throw away respect,
FTLN 1561 Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,
FTLN 1562 For you have but mistook me all this while.
FTLN 1563180 I live with bread like you, feel want,
FTLN 1564 Taste grief, need friends. Subjected thus,
FTLN 1565 How can you say to me I am a king?
CARLISLE 
FTLN 1566 My lord, wise men ne’er sit and wail their woes,
FTLN 1567 But presently prevent the ways to wail.

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FTLN 1568185 To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
FTLN 1569 Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe,
FTLN 1570 And so your follies fight against yourself.
FTLN 1571 Fear, and be slain—no worse can come to fight;
FTLN 1572 And fight and die is death destroying death,
FTLN 1573190 Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1574 My father hath a power. Inquire of him,
FTLN 1575 And learn to make a body of a limb.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1576 Thou chid’st me well.—Proud Bolingbroke, I come
FTLN 1577 To change blows with thee for our day of doom.—
FTLN 1578195 This ague fit of fear is overblown.
FTLN 1579 An easy task it is to win our own.—
FTLN 1580 Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power?
FTLN 1581 Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.
SCROOP 
FTLN 1582 Men judge by the complexion of the sky
FTLN 1583200  The state and inclination of the day;
FTLN 1584 So may you by my dull and heavy eye.
FTLN 1585  My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
FTLN 1586 I play the torturer by small and small
FTLN 1587 To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken.
FTLN 1588205 Your uncle York is joined with Bolingbroke,
FTLN 1589 And all your northern castles yielded up,
FTLN 1590 And all your southern gentlemen in arms
FTLN 1591 Upon his party.
KING RICHARD  FTLN 1592 Thou hast said enough.
FTLN 1593210  editorial emendationTo Aumerle.editorial emendation Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst
FTLN 1594 lead me forth
FTLN 1595 Of that sweet way I was in to despair.
FTLN 1596 What say you now? What comfort have we now?
FTLN 1597 By heaven, I’ll hate him everlastingly
FTLN 1598215 That bids me be of comfort anymore.
FTLN 1599 Go to Flint Castle. There I’ll pine away;
FTLN 1600 A king, woe’s slave, shall kingly woe obey.

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FTLN 1601 That power I have, discharge, and let them go
FTLN 1602 To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,
FTLN 1603220 For I have none. Let no man speak again
FTLN 1604 To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1605 My liege, one word.
KING RICHARD  FTLN 1606 He does me double wrong
FTLN 1607 That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
FTLN 1608225 Discharge my followers. Let them hence away,
FTLN 1609 From Richard’s night to Bolingbroke’s fair day.
editorial emendationThey exit.editorial emendation


editorial emendationScene 3editorial emendation
Enter editorial emendationwith Drum and Colorseditorial emendation Bolingbroke, York,
Northumberland, editorial emendationwith Soldiers and Attendants.editorial emendation


BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1610 So that by this intelligence we learn
FTLN 1611 The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury
FTLN 1612 Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed
FTLN 1613 With some few private friends upon this coast.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 16145 The news is very fair and good, my lord:
FTLN 1615 Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.
YORK 
FTLN 1616 It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
FTLN 1617 To say “King Richard.” Alack the heavy day
FTLN 1618 When such a sacred king should hide his head!
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 161910 Your Grace mistakes; only to be brief
FTLN 1620 Left I his title out.
YORK 
FTLN 1621 The time hath been, would you have been so brief
FTLN 1622 with him,
FTLN 1623 He would have been so brief to shorten you,

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FTLN 162415 For taking so the head, your whole head’s length.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1625 Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.
YORK 
FTLN 1626 Take not, good cousin, further than you should,
FTLN 1627 Lest you mistake. The heavens are over our heads.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1628 I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself
FTLN 162920 Against their will. But who comes here?

Enter Percy.

FTLN 1630 Welcome, Harry. What, will not this castle yield?
PERCY 
FTLN 1631 The castle royally is manned, my lord,
FTLN 1632 Against thy entrance.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1633 Royally? Why, it contains no king.
PERCY  FTLN 163425Yes, my good lord,
FTLN 1635 It doth contain a king. King Richard lies
FTLN 1636 Within the limits of yon lime and stone,
FTLN 1637 And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
FTLN 1638 Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman
FTLN 163930 Of holy reverence—who, I cannot learn.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 1640 O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.
BOLINGBROKE , editorial emendationto Northumberlandeditorial emendation  FTLN 1641Noble editorial emendationlord,editorial emendation
FTLN 1642 Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle,
FTLN 1643 Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley
FTLN 164435 Into his ruined ears, and thus deliver:
FTLN 1645 Henry Bolingbroke
FTLN 1646 On both his knees doth kiss King Richard’s hand
FTLN 1647 And sends allegiance and true faith of heart
FTLN 1648 To his most royal person, hither come
FTLN 164940 Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,
FTLN 1650 Provided that my banishment repealed
FTLN 1651 And lands restored again be freely granted.

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FTLN 1652 If not, I’ll use the advantage of my power
FTLN 1653 And lay the summer’s dust with showers of blood
FTLN 165445 Rained from the wounds of slaughtered
FTLN 1655 Englishmen—
FTLN 1656 The which how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
FTLN 1657 It is such crimson tempest should bedrench
FTLN 1658 The fresh green lap of fair King Richard’s land,
FTLN 165950 My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
FTLN 1660 Go signify as much while here we march
FTLN 1661 Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.
editorial emendationNorthumberland and Trumpets
approach the battlements.editorial emendation

FTLN 1662 Let’s march without the noise of threat’ning drum,
FTLN 1663 That from this castle’s tottered battlements
FTLN 166455 Our fair appointments may be well perused.
FTLN 1665 Methinks King Richard and myself should meet
FTLN 1666 With no less terror than the elements
FTLN 1667 Of fire and water when their thund’ring shock
FTLN 1668 At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
FTLN 166960 Be he the fire, I’ll be the yielding water;
FTLN 1670 The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain
FTLN 1671 My waters—on the earth and not on him.
FTLN 1672 March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.
editorial emendationBolingbroke’s Soldiers march,editorial emendation the trumpets sound.
Richard appeareth on the walls editorial emendationwith Aumerle.editorial emendation
FTLN 1673 See, see, King Richard doth himself appear
FTLN 167465 As doth the blushing discontented sun
FTLN 1675 From out the fiery portal of the east
FTLN 1676 When he perceives the envious clouds are bent
FTLN 1677 To dim his glory and to stain the track
FTLN 1678 Of his bright passage to the occident.
YORK 
FTLN 167970 Yet looks he like a king. Behold, his eye,
FTLN 1680 As bright as is the eagle’s, lightens forth
FTLN 1681 Controlling majesty. Alack, alack for woe
FTLN 1682 That any harm should stain so fair a show!

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KING RICHARD , editorial emendationto Northumberland, beloweditorial emendation 
FTLN 1683 We are amazed, and thus long have we stood
FTLN 168475 To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
FTLN 1685 Because we thought ourself thy lawful king.
FTLN 1686 An if we be, how dare thy joints forget
FTLN 1687 To pay their awful duty to our presence?
FTLN 1688 If we be not, show us the hand of God
FTLN 168980 That hath dismissed us from our stewardship,
FTLN 1690 For well we know no hand of blood and bone
FTLN 1691 Can gripe the sacred handle of our scepter,
FTLN 1692 Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
FTLN 1693 And though you think that all, as you have done,
FTLN 169485 Have torn their souls by turning them from us,
FTLN 1695 And we are barren and bereft of friends,
FTLN 1696 Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
FTLN 1697 Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
FTLN 1698 Armies of pestilence, and they shall strike
FTLN 169990 Your children yet unborn and unbegot,
FTLN 1700 That lift your vassal hands against my head
FTLN 1701 And threat the glory of my precious crown.
FTLN 1702 Tell Bolingbroke—for yon methinks he stands—
FTLN 1703 That every stride he makes upon my land
FTLN 170495 Is dangerous treason. He is come to open
FTLN 1705 The purple testament of bleeding war;
FTLN 1706 But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
FTLN 1707 Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers’ sons
FTLN 1708 Shall ill become the flower of England’s face,
FTLN 1709100 Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
FTLN 1710 To scarlet indignation, and bedew
FTLN 1711 Her pastures’ grass with faithful English blood.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 1712 The King of heaven forbid our lord the King
FTLN 1713 Should so with civil and uncivil arms
FTLN 1714105 Be rushed upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin,
FTLN 1715 Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand,
FTLN 1716 And by the honorable tomb he swears

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FTLN 1717 That stands upon your royal grandsire’s bones,
FTLN 1718 And by the royalties of both your bloods,
FTLN 1719110 Currents that spring from one most gracious head,
FTLN 1720 And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
FTLN 1721 And by the worth and honor of himself,
FTLN 1722 Comprising all that may be sworn or said,
FTLN 1723 His coming hither hath no further scope
FTLN 1724115 Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
FTLN 1725 Enfranchisement immediate on his knees;
FTLN 1726 Which on thy royal party granted once,
FTLN 1727 His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
FTLN 1728 His barbèd steeds to stables, and his heart
FTLN 1729120 To faithful service of your Majesty.
FTLN 1730 This swears he, as he is editorial emendationa prince andeditorial emendation just,
FTLN 1731 And as I am a gentleman I credit him.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1732 Northumberland, say thus the King returns:
FTLN 1733 His noble cousin is right welcome hither,
FTLN 1734125 And all the number of his fair demands
FTLN 1735 Shall be accomplished without contradiction.
FTLN 1736 With all the gracious utterance thou hast,
FTLN 1737 Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
editorial emendationNorthumberland returns to Bolingbroke.editorial emendation
FTLN 1738  editorial emendationTo Aumerle.editorial emendation We do debase ourselves, cousin, do
FTLN 1739130 we not,
FTLN 1740 To look so poorly and to speak so fair?
FTLN 1741 Shall we call back Northumberland and send
FTLN 1742 Defiance to the traitor and so die?
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1743 No, good my lord, let’s fight with gentle words,
FTLN 1744135 Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful
FTLN 1745 swords.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1746 O God, O God, that e’er this tongue of mine
FTLN 1747 That laid the sentence of dread banishment
FTLN 1748 On yon proud man should take it off again

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FTLN 1749140 With words of sooth! O, that I were as great
FTLN 1750 As is my grief, or lesser than my name!
FTLN 1751 Or that I could forget what I have been,
FTLN 1752 Or not remember what I must be now.
FTLN 1753 Swell’st thou, proud heart? I’ll give thee scope to
FTLN 1754145 beat,
FTLN 1755 Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1756 Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1757 What must the King do now? Must he submit?
FTLN 1758 The King shall do it. Must he be deposed?
FTLN 1759150 The King shall be contented. Must he lose
FTLN 1760 The name of king? I’ God’s name, let it go.
FTLN 1761 I’ll give my jewels for a set of beads,
FTLN 1762 My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,
FTLN 1763 My gay apparel for an almsman’s gown,
FTLN 1764155 My figured goblets for a dish of wood,
FTLN 1765 My scepter for a palmer’s walking-staff,
FTLN 1766 My subjects for a pair of carvèd saints,
FTLN 1767 And my large kingdom for a little grave,
FTLN 1768 A little, little grave, an obscure grave;
FTLN 1769160 Or I’ll be buried in the King’s highway,
FTLN 1770 Some way of common trade, where subjects’ feet
FTLN 1771 May hourly trample on their sovereign’s head;
FTLN 1772 For on my heart they tread now whilst I live
FTLN 1773 And, buried once, why not upon my head?
FTLN 1774165 Aumerle, thou weep’st, my tender-hearted cousin.
FTLN 1775 We’ll make foul weather with despisèd tears;
FTLN 1776 Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn
FTLN 1777 And make a dearth in this revolting land.
FTLN 1778 Or shall we play the wantons with our woes
FTLN 1779170 And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
FTLN 1780 As thus, to drop them still upon one place
FTLN 1781 Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
FTLN 1782 Within the earth; and therein laid—there lies

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FTLN 1783 Two kinsmen digged their graves with weeping eyes.
FTLN 1784175 Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
FTLN 1785 I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.
editorial emendationNorthumberland approaches the battlements.editorial emendation
FTLN 1786 Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland,
FTLN 1787 What says King Bolingbroke? Will his Majesty
FTLN 1788 Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
FTLN 1789180 You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 1790 My lord, in the base court he doth attend
FTLN 1791 To speak with you, may it please you to come down.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1792 Down, down I come, like glist’ring Phaëton,
FTLN 1793 Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
FTLN 1794185 In the base court—base court, where kings grow
FTLN 1795 base,
FTLN 1796 To come at traitors’ calls and do them grace.
FTLN 1797 In the base court come down—down court, down
FTLN 1798 king,
FTLN 1799190 For nightowls shriek where mounting larks should
FTLN 1800 sing.
editorial emendationRichard exits above
and Northumberland returns to Bolingbroke.editorial emendation

BOLINGBROKE  FTLN 1801What says his Majesty?
NORTHUMBERLAND  FTLN 1802Sorrow and grief of heart
FTLN 1803 Makes him speak fondly like a frantic man,
FTLN 1804195 Yet he is come.

editorial emendationRichard enters below.editorial emendation

BOLINGBROKE  FTLN 1805Stand all apart,
FTLN 1806 And show fair duty to his Majesty. He kneels down.
FTLN 1807 My gracious lord.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1808 Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee
FTLN 1809200 To make the base earth proud with kissing it.
FTLN 1810 Me rather had my heart might feel your love

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FTLN 1811 Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.
FTLN 1812 Up, cousin, up. Your heart is up, I know,
FTLN 1813 Thus high at least  editorial emendationindicating his crown,editorial emendation although
FTLN 1814205 your knee be low.
BOLINGBROKE , editorial emendationstandingeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1815 My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1816 Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1817 So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
FTLN 1818 As my true service shall deserve your love.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 1819210 Well you deserve. They well deserve to have
FTLN 1820 That know the strong’st and surest way to get.—
FTLN 1821 Uncle, give me your hands. Nay, dry your eyes.
FTLN 1822 Tears show their love but want their remedies.—
FTLN 1823 Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
FTLN 1824215 Though you are old enough to be my heir.
FTLN 1825 What you will have I’ll give, and willing too,
FTLN 1826 For do we must what force will have us do.
FTLN 1827 Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1828 Yea, my good lord.
KING RICHARD  FTLN 1829220 Then I must not say no.
editorial emendationThey exit.editorial emendation


editorial emendationScene 4editorial emendation
Enter the Queen with her editorial emendationLadies-in-waiting.editorial emendation

QUEEN 
FTLN 1830 What sport shall we devise here in this garden
FTLN 1831 To drive away the heavy thought of care?
LADY  FTLN 1832Madam, we’ll play at bowls.
QUEEN 
FTLN 1833 ’Twill make me think the world is full of rubs
FTLN 18345 And that my fortune runs against the bias.

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LADY  FTLN 1835Madam, we’ll dance.
QUEEN 
FTLN 1836 My legs can keep no measure in delight
FTLN 1837 When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief.
FTLN 1838 Therefore no dancing, girl. Some other sport.
LADY  FTLN 183910Madam, we’ll tell tales.
QUEEN 
FTLN 1840 Of sorrow or of editorial emendationjoy?editorial emendation
LADY  FTLN 1841 Of either, madam.
QUEEN  FTLN 1842Of neither, girl,
FTLN 1843 For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
FTLN 184415 It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
FTLN 1845 Or if of grief, being altogether had,
FTLN 1846 It adds more sorrow to my want of joy.
FTLN 1847 For what I have I need not to repeat,
FTLN 1848 And what I want it boots not to complain.
LADY 
FTLN 184920 Madam, I’ll sing.
QUEEN  FTLN 1850 ’Tis well that thou hast cause,
FTLN 1851 But thou shouldst please me better wouldst thou
FTLN 1852 weep.
LADY 
FTLN 1853 I could weep, madam, would it do you good.
QUEEN 
FTLN 185425 And I could sing, would weeping do me good,
FTLN 1855 And never borrow any tear of thee.

Enter editorial emendationa Gardener and two Servingmen.editorial emendation

FTLN 1856 But stay, here come the gardeners.
FTLN 1857 Let’s step into the shadow of these trees.
FTLN 1858 My wretchedness unto a row of editorial emendationpins,editorial emendation
FTLN 185930 They will talk of state, for everyone doth so
FTLN 1860 Against a change. Woe is forerun with woe.
editorial emendationQueen and Ladies step aside.editorial emendation
GARDENER , editorial emendationto one Servingmaneditorial emendation 
FTLN 1861 Go, bind thou up young dangling apricokes

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FTLN 1862 Which, like unruly children, make their sire
FTLN 1863 Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight.
FTLN 186435 Give some supportance to the bending twigs.—
FTLN 1865 Go thou, and like an executioner
FTLN 1866 Cut off the heads of editorial emendationtooeditorial emendation-fast-growing sprays
FTLN 1867 That look too lofty in our commonwealth.
FTLN 1868 All must be even in our government.
FTLN 186940 You thus employed, I will go root away
FTLN 1870 The noisome weeds which without profit suck
FTLN 1871 The soil’s fertility from wholesome flowers.
MAN 
FTLN 1872 Why should we, in the compass of a pale,
FTLN 1873 Keep law and form and due proportion,
FTLN 187445 Showing as in a model our firm estate,
FTLN 1875 When our sea-wallèd garden, the whole land,
FTLN 1876 Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up,
FTLN 1877 Her fruit trees all unpruned, her hedges ruined,
FTLN 1878 Her knots disordered, and her wholesome herbs
FTLN 187950 Swarming with caterpillars?
GARDENER  FTLN 1880 Hold thy peace.
FTLN 1881 He that hath suffered this disordered spring
FTLN 1882 Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf.
FTLN 1883 The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did
FTLN 188455 shelter,
FTLN 1885 That seemed in eating him to hold him up,
FTLN 1886 Are plucked up, root and all, by Bolingbroke—
FTLN 1887 I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.
MAN 
FTLN 1888 What, are they dead?
GARDENER  FTLN 188960 They are. And Bolingbroke
FTLN 1890 Hath seized the wasteful king. O, what pity is it
FTLN 1891 That he had not so trimmed and dressed his land
FTLN 1892 As we this garden! editorial emendationWeeditorial emendation at time of year
FTLN 1893 Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit trees,
FTLN 189465 Lest, being overproud in sap and blood,
FTLN 1895 With too much riches it confound itself.
FTLN 1896 Had he done so to great and growing men,

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FTLN 1897 They might have lived to bear and he to taste
FTLN 1898 Their fruits of duty. Superfluous branches
FTLN 189970 We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.
FTLN 1900 Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,
FTLN 1901 Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.
MAN 
FTLN 1902 What, think you the King shall be deposed?
GARDENER 
FTLN 1903 Depressed he is already, and deposed
FTLN 190475 ’Tis doubt he will be. Letters came last night
FTLN 1905 To a dear friend of the good Duke of York’s
FTLN 1906 That tell black tidings.
QUEEN 
FTLN 1907 O, I am pressed to death through want of speaking!
editorial emendationStepping forward.editorial emendation
FTLN 1908 Thou old Adam’s likeness, set to dress this garden,
FTLN 190980 How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this
FTLN 1910 unpleasing news?
FTLN 1911 What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee
FTLN 1912 To make a second fall of cursèd man?
FTLN 1913 Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed?
FTLN 191485 Dar’st thou, thou little better thing than earth,
FTLN 1915 Divine his downfall? Say where, when, and how
FTLN 1916 editorial emendationCam’steditorial emendation thou by this ill tidings? Speak, thou wretch!
GARDENER 
FTLN 1917 Pardon me, madam. Little joy have I
FTLN 1918 To breathe this news, yet what I say is true.
FTLN 191990 King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
FTLN 1920 Of Bolingbroke. Their fortunes both are weighed.
FTLN 1921 In your lord’s scale is nothing but himself
FTLN 1922 And some few vanities that make him light,
FTLN 1923 But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
FTLN 192495 Besides himself, are all the English peers,
FTLN 1925 And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
FTLN 1926 Post you to London and you will find it so.
FTLN 1927 I speak no more than everyone doth know.

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QUEEN 
FTLN 1928 Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,
FTLN 1929100 Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
FTLN 1930 And am I last that knows it? O, thou thinkest
FTLN 1931 To serve me last that I may longest keep
FTLN 1932 Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go
FTLN 1933 To meet at London London’s king in woe.
FTLN 1934105 What, was I born to this, that my sad look
FTLN 1935 Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?—
FTLN 1936 Gard’ner, for telling me these news of woe,
FTLN 1937 Pray God the plants thou graft’st may never grow.
She exits editorial emendationwith Ladies.editorial emendation
GARDENER 
FTLN 1938 Poor queen, so that thy state might be no worse,
FTLN 1939110 I would my skill were subject to thy curse.
FTLN 1940 Here did she fall a tear. Here in this place
FTLN 1941 I’ll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace.
FTLN 1942 Rue even for ruth here shortly shall be seen
FTLN 1943 In the remembrance of a weeping queen.
They exit.




editorial emendationACT 4editorial emendation
editorial emendationScene 1editorial emendation
Enter Bolingbroke with the Lords editorial emendationAumerle,
Northumberland, Harry Percy, Fitzwater, Surrey, the
Bishop of Carlisle, the Abbot of Westminster, and
another Lord, Herald, Officerseditorial emendation to parliament.


BOLINGBROKE  FTLN 1944Call forth Bagot.

Enter editorial emendationOfficers witheditorial emendation Bagot.

FTLN 1945 Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind
FTLN 1946 What thou dost know of noble Gloucester’s death,
FTLN 1947 Who wrought it with the King, and who performed
FTLN 19485 The bloody office of his timeless end.
BAGOT 
FTLN 1949 Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1950 Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.
editorial emendationAumerle steps forward.editorial emendation
BAGOT 
FTLN 1951 My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
FTLN 1952 Scorns to unsay what once it hath delivered.
FTLN 195310 In that dead time when Gloucester’s death was
FTLN 1954 plotted,
FTLN 1955 I heard you say “Is not my arm of length,
FTLN 1956 That reacheth from the restful English court
FTLN 1957 As far as Calais, to mine uncle’s head?”
FTLN 195815 Amongst much other talk that very time
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FTLN 1959 I heard you say that you had rather refuse
FTLN 1960 The offer of an hundred thousand crowns
FTLN 1961 Than Bolingbroke’s return to England,
FTLN 1962 Adding withal how blest this land would be
FTLN 196320 In this your cousin’s death.
AUMERLE  FTLN 1964Princes and noble lords,
FTLN 1965 What answer shall I make to this base man?
FTLN 1966 Shall I so much dishonor my fair stars
FTLN 1967 On equal terms to give editorial emendationhimeditorial emendation chastisement?
FTLN 196825 Either I must or have mine honor soiled
FTLN 1969 With the attainder of his slanderous lips.
editorial emendationHe throws down a gage.editorial emendation
FTLN 1970 There is my gage, the manual seal of death
FTLN 1971 That marks thee out for hell. I say thou liest,
FTLN 1972 And will maintain what thou hast said is false
FTLN 197330 In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
FTLN 1974 To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 1975 Bagot, forbear. Thou shalt not take it up.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 1976 Excepting one, I would he were the best
FTLN 1977 In all this presence that hath moved me so.
FITZWATER , editorial emendationthrowing down a gageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 197835 If that thy valor stand on sympathy,
FTLN 1979 There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine.
FTLN 1980 By that fair sun which shows me where thou
FTLN 1981 stand’st,
FTLN 1982 I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak’st it,
FTLN 198340 That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester’s death.
FTLN 1984 If thou deniest it twenty times, thou liest,
FTLN 1985 And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
FTLN 1986 Where it was forgèd, with my rapier’s point.
AUMERLE , editorial emendationtaking up the gageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1987 Thou dar’st not, coward, live to see that day.
FITZWATER 
FTLN 198845 Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.

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AUMERLE 
FTLN 1989 Fitzwater, thou art damned to hell for this.
PERCY 
FTLN 1990 Aumerle, thou liest! His honor is as true
FTLN 1991 In this appeal as thou art all unjust;
FTLN 1992 And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
editorial emendationHe throws down a gage.editorial emendation
FTLN 199350 To prove it on thee to the extremest point
FTLN 1994 Of mortal breathing. Seize it if thou dar’st.
AUMERLE , editorial emendationtaking up the gageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1995 An if I do not, may my hands rot off
FTLN 1996 And never brandish more revengeful steel
FTLN 1997 Over the glittering helmet of my foe!
ANOTHER LORD , editorial emendationthrowing down a gageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 199855 I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle,
FTLN 1999 And spur thee on with full as many lies
FTLN 2000 As may be holloed in thy treacherous ear
FTLN 2001 From editorial emendationsuneditorial emendation to editorial emendationsun.editorial emendation There is my honor’s pawn.
FTLN 2002 Engage it to the trial if thou darest.
AUMERLE , editorial emendationtaking up the gageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 200360 Who sets me else? By heaven, I’ll throw at all!
FTLN 2004 I have a thousand spirits in one breast
FTLN 2005 To answer twenty thousand such as you.
SURREY 
FTLN 2006 My Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well
FTLN 2007 The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
FITZWATER 
FTLN 200865 ’Tis very true. You were in presence then,
FTLN 2009 And you can witness with me this is true.
SURREY 
FTLN 2010 As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.
FITZWATER 
FTLN 2011 Surrey, thou liest.
SURREY  FTLN 2012 Dishonorable boy,
FTLN 201370 That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword
FTLN 2014 That it shall render vengeance and revenge

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FTLN 2015 Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie
FTLN 2016 In earth as quiet as thy father’s skull.
editorial emendationHe throws down a gage.editorial emendation
FTLN 2017 In proof whereof, there is my honor’s pawn.
FTLN 201875 Engage it to the trial if thou dar’st.
FITZWATER , editorial emendationtaking up the gageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2019 How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
FTLN 2020 If I dare eat or drink or breathe or live,
FTLN 2021 I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness
FTLN 2022 And spit upon him whilst I say he lies,
FTLN 202380 And lies, and lies. There is editorial emendationmyeditorial emendation bond of faith
FTLN 2024 To tie thee to my strong correction. editorial emendationHe throws down a gage.editorial emendation
FTLN 2025 As I intend to thrive in this new world,
FTLN 2026 Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal.—
FTLN 2027 Besides, I heard the banished Norfolk say
FTLN 202885 That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
FTLN 2029 To execute the noble duke at Calais.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 2030 Some honest Christian trust me with a gage.
editorial emendationA Lord hands him a gage.
Aumerle throws it down.editorial emendation
FTLN 2031 That Norfolk lies, here do I throw down this,
FTLN 2032 If he may be repealed to try his honor.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 203390 These differences shall all rest under gage
FTLN 2034 Till Norfolk be repealed. Repealed he shall be,
FTLN 2035 And though mine enemy, restored again
FTLN 2036 To all his lands and seigniories. When he is
FTLN 2037 returned,
FTLN 203895 Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
CARLISLE 
FTLN 2039 That honorable day shall never be seen.
FTLN 2040 Many a time hath banished Norfolk fought
FTLN 2041 For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,
FTLN 2042 Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross

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FTLN 2043100 Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens;
FTLN 2044 And, toiled with works of war, retired himself
FTLN 2045 To Italy, and there at Venice gave
FTLN 2046 His body to that pleasant country’s earth
FTLN 2047 And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ,
FTLN 2048105 Under whose colors he had fought so long.
BOLINGBROKE  FTLN 2049Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
CARLISLE  FTLN 2050As surely as I live, my lord.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2051 Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom
FTLN 2052 Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,
FTLN 2053110 Your differences shall all rest under gage
FTLN 2054 Till we assign you to your days of trial.

Enter York.

YORK 
FTLN 2055 Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
FTLN 2056 From plume-plucked Richard, who with willing
FTLN 2057 soul
FTLN 2058115 Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields
FTLN 2059 To the possession of thy royal hand.
FTLN 2060 Ascend his throne, descending now from him,
FTLN 2061 And long live Henry, fourth of that name!
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2062 In God’s name, I’ll ascend the regal throne.
CARLISLE  FTLN 2063120Marry, God forbid!
FTLN 2064 Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
FTLN 2065 Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
FTLN 2066 Would God that any in this noble presence
FTLN 2067 Were enough noble to be upright judge
FTLN 2068125 Of noble Richard! Then true noblesse would
FTLN 2069 Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
FTLN 2070 What subject can give sentence on his king?
FTLN 2071 And who sits here that is not Richard’s subject?
FTLN 2072 Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear,
FTLN 2073130 Although apparent guilt be seen in them;
FTLN 2074 And shall the figure of God’s majesty,

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FTLN 2075 His captain, steward, deputy elect,
FTLN 2076 Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
FTLN 2077 Be judged by subject and inferior breath,
FTLN 2078135 And he himself not present? O, forfend it God
FTLN 2079 That in a Christian climate souls refined
FTLN 2080 Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
FTLN 2081 I speak to subjects and a subject speaks,
FTLN 2082 Stirred up by God thus boldly for his king.
FTLN 2083140 My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
FTLN 2084 Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford’s king,
FTLN 2085 And if you crown him, let me prophesy
FTLN 2086 The blood of English shall manure the ground
FTLN 2087 And future ages groan for this foul act,
FTLN 2088145 Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
FTLN 2089 And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars
FTLN 2090 Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound.
FTLN 2091 Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny
FTLN 2092 Shall here inhabit, and this land be called
FTLN 2093150 The field of Golgotha and dead men’s skulls.
FTLN 2094 O, if you raise this house against this house,
FTLN 2095 It will the woefullest division prove
FTLN 2096 That ever fell upon this cursèd earth!
FTLN 2097 Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,
FTLN 2098155 Lest child, child’s children, cry against you woe!
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 2099 Well have you argued, sir, and, for your pains,
FTLN 2100 Of capital treason we arrest you here.—
FTLN 2101 My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge
FTLN 2102 To keep him safely till his day of trial.
FTLN 2103160 editorial emendationMay it please you, lords, to grant the commons’
FTLN 2104 suit?
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2105 Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
FTLN 2106 He may surrender. So we shall proceed
FTLN 2107 Without suspicion.
YORK  FTLN 2108165 I will be his conduct. He exits.

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BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2109 Lords, you that here are under our arrest,
FTLN 2110 Procure your sureties for your days of answer.
FTLN 2111 Little are we beholding to your love
FTLN 2112 And little looked for at your helping hands.

Enter Richard and York.

KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2113170 Alack, why am I sent for to a king
FTLN 2114 Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
FTLN 2115 Wherewith I reigned? I hardly yet have learned
FTLN 2116 To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.
FTLN 2117 Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me
FTLN 2118175 To this submission. Yet I well remember
FTLN 2119 The favors of these men. Were they not mine?
FTLN 2120 Did they not sometime cry “All hail” to me?
FTLN 2121 So Judas did to Christ, but He in twelve
FTLN 2122 Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand,
FTLN 2123180 none.
FTLN 2124 God save the King! Will no man say “amen”?
FTLN 2125 Am I both priest and clerk? Well, then, amen.
FTLN 2126 God save the King, although I be not he,
FTLN 2127 And yet amen, if heaven do think him me.
FTLN 2128185 To do what service am I sent for hither?
YORK 
FTLN 2129 To do that office of thine own goodwill
FTLN 2130 Which tired majesty did make thee offer:
FTLN 2131 The resignation of thy state and crown
FTLN 2132 To Henry Bolingbroke.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2133190 Give me the crown.—Here, cousin, seize the crown.
FTLN 2134 Here, cousin.
FTLN 2135 On this side my hand, on that side thine.
FTLN 2136 Now is this golden crown like a deep well
FTLN 2137 That owes two buckets, filling one another,
FTLN 2138195 The emptier ever dancing in the air,

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FTLN 2139 The other down, unseen, and full of water.
FTLN 2140 That bucket down and full of tears am I,
FTLN 2141 Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2142 I thought you had been willing to resign.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2143200 My crown I am, but still my griefs are mine.
FTLN 2144 You may my glories and my state depose
FTLN 2145 But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2146 Part of your cares you give me with your crown.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2147 Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.
FTLN 2148205 My care is loss of care, by old care done;
FTLN 2149 Your care is gain of care, by new care won.
FTLN 2150 The cares I give I have, though given away.
FTLN 2151 They ’tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2152 Are you contented to resign the crown?
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2153210 Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be.
FTLN 2154 Therefore no “no,” for I resign to thee.
FTLN 2155 Now, mark me how I will undo myself.
FTLN 2156 I give this heavy weight from off my head
FTLN 2157 And this unwieldy scepter from my hand,
FTLN 2158215 The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.
FTLN 2159 With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
FTLN 2160 With mine own hands I give away my crown,
FTLN 2161 With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
FTLN 2162 With mine own breath release all duteous oaths.
FTLN 2163220 All pomp and majesty I do forswear.
FTLN 2164 My manors, rents, revenues I forgo;
FTLN 2165 My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny.
FTLN 2166 God pardon all oaths that are broke to me.
FTLN 2167 God keep all vows unbroke are made to thee.
FTLN 2168225 Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,

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FTLN 2169 And thou with all pleased that hast all achieved.
FTLN 2170 Long mayst thou live in Richard’s seat to sit,
FTLN 2171 And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit.
FTLN 2172 God save King Henry, unkinged Richard says,
FTLN 2173230 And send him many years of sunshine days.
FTLN 2174 What more remains?
NORTHUMBERLAND , editorial emendations to the text from the Foliooffering Richard a papereditorial emendations to the text from the Folio 
FTLN 2175 No more, but that you read
FTLN 2176 These accusations and these grievous crimes
FTLN 2177 Committed by your person and your followers
FTLN 2178235 Against the state and profit of this land;
FTLN 2179 That, by confessing them, the souls of men
FTLN 2180 May deem that you are worthily deposed.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2181 Must I do so? And must I ravel out
FTLN 2182 My weaved-up follies? Gentle Northumberland,
FTLN 2183240 If thy offenses were upon record,
FTLN 2184 Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop
FTLN 2185 To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,
FTLN 2186 There shouldst thou find one heinous article
FTLN 2187 Containing the deposing of a king
FTLN 2188245 And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,
FTLN 2189 Marked with a blot, damned in the book of
FTLN 2190 heaven.—
FTLN 2191 Nay, all of you that stand and look upon me
FTLN 2192 Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,
FTLN 2193250 Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
FTLN 2194 Showing an outward pity, yet you Pilates
FTLN 2195 Have here delivered me to my sour cross,
FTLN 2196 And water cannot wash away your sin.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 2197 My lord, dispatch. Read o’er these articles.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2198255 Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot see.
FTLN 2199 And yet salt water blinds them not so much
FTLN 2200 But they can see a sort of traitors here.

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FTLN 2201 Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
FTLN 2202 I find myself a traitor with the rest,
FTLN 2203260 For I have given here my soul’s consent
FTLN 2204 T’ undeck the pompous body of a king,
FTLN 2205 Made glory base editorial emendations to the text from the Folioandeditorial emendations to the text from the Folio sovereignty a slave,
FTLN 2206 Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.
NORTHUMBERLAND  FTLN 2207My lord—
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2208265 No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,
FTLN 2209 Nor no man’s lord. I have no name, no title,
FTLN 2210 No, not that name was given me at the font,
FTLN 2211 But ’tis usurped. Alack the heavy day,
FTLN 2212 That I have worn so many winters out
FTLN 2213270 And know not now what name to call myself.
FTLN 2214 O, that I were a mockery king of snow
FTLN 2215 Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
FTLN 2216 To melt myself away in water drops.—
FTLN 2217 Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,
FTLN 2218275 An if my word be sterling yet in England,
FTLN 2219 Let it command a mirror hither straight,
FTLN 2220 That it may show me what a face I have
FTLN 2221 Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2222 Go, some of you, and fetch a looking-glass.
editorial emendations to the text from the FolioAn Attendant exits.editorial emendations to the text from the Folio
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 2223280 Read o’er this paper while the glass doth come.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2224 Fiend, thou torments me ere I come to hell!
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2225 Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 2226 The commons will not then be satisfied.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2227 They shall be satisfied. I’ll read enough

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FTLN 2228285 When I do see the very book indeed
FTLN 2229 Where all my sins are writ, and that’s myself.

Enter one with a glass.

FTLN 2230 Give me that glass, and therein will I read.
editorial emendations to the text from the FolioHe takes the mirror.editorial emendations to the text from the Folio
FTLN 2231 No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck
FTLN 2232 So many blows upon this face of mine
FTLN 2233290 And made no deeper wounds? O flatt’ring glass,
FTLN 2234 Like to my followers in prosperity,
FTLN 2235 Thou dost beguile me. Was this face the face
FTLN 2236 That every day under his household roof
FTLN 2237 Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face
FTLN 2238295 That like the sun did make beholders wink?
FTLN 2239 Is this the face which faced so many follies,
FTLN 2240 That was at last outfaced by Bolingbroke?
FTLN 2241 A brittle glory shineth in this face.
FTLN 2242 As brittle as the glory is the face,
editorial emendations to the text from the FolioHe breaks the mirror.editorial emendations to the text from the Folio
FTLN 2243300 For there it is, cracked in an hundred shivers.—
FTLN 2244 Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport:
FTLN 2245 How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2246 The shadow of your sorrow hath destroyed
FTLN 2247 The shadow of your face.
KING RICHARD  FTLN 2248305 Say that again.
FTLN 2249 The shadow of my sorrow? Ha, let’s see.
FTLN 2250 ’Tis very true. My grief lies all within;
FTLN 2251 And these external editorial emendations to the text from the Foliomannerseditorial emendations to the text from the Folio of laments
FTLN 2252 Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
FTLN 2253310 That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
FTLN 2254 There lies the substance. And I thank thee, king,
FTLN 2255 For thy great bounty, that not only giv’st
FTLN 2256 Me cause to wail but teachest me the way
FTLN 2257 How to lament the cause. I’ll beg one boon

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FTLN 2258315 And then be gone and trouble you no more.
FTLN 2259 Shall I obtain it?
BOLINGBROKE  FTLN 2260 Name it, fair cousin.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2261 “Fair cousin”? I am greater than a king,
FTLN 2262 For when I was a king, my flatterers
FTLN 2263320 Were then but subjects. Being now a subject,
FTLN 2264 I have a king here to my flatterer.
FTLN 2265 Being so great, I have no need to beg.
BOLINGBROKE  FTLN 2266Yet ask.
KING RICHARD  FTLN 2267And shall I have?
BOLINGBROKE  FTLN 2268325You shall.
KING RICHARD  FTLN 2269Then give me leave to go.
BOLINGBROKE  FTLN 2270Whither?
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2271 Whither you will, so I were from your sights.
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2272 Go, some of you, convey him to the Tower.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2273330 O, good! “Convey”? Conveyers are you all,
FTLN 2274 That rise thus nimbly by a true king’s fall.
editorial emendations to the text from the FolioRichard exits with Guards.editorial emendations to the text from the Folio
BOLINGBROKE 
FTLN 2275 On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down
FTLN 2276 Our coronation. Lords, prepare yourselves.editorial emendation
They exit. editorial emendationThe Abbot ofeditorial emendation Westminster, editorial emendationthe Bishop ofeditorial emendation
Carlisle, Aumerle remain.

ABBOT 
FTLN 2277 A woeful pageant have we here beheld.
CARLISLE 
FTLN 2278335 The woe’s to come. The children yet unborn
FTLN 2279 Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 2280 You holy clergymen, is there no plot
FTLN 2281 To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?

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ABBOT  FTLN 2282My lord,
FTLN 2283340 Before I freely speak my mind herein,
FTLN 2284 You shall not only take the sacrament
FTLN 2285 To bury mine intents, but also to effect
FTLN 2286 Whatever I shall happen to devise.
FTLN 2287 I see your brows are full of discontent,
FTLN 2288345 Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears.
FTLN 2289 Come home with me to supper. I’ll lay
FTLN 2290 A plot shall show us all a merry day.
They exit.




editorial emendationACT 5editorial emendation
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Enter the Queen with her Attendants.

QUEEN 
FTLN 2291 This way the King will come. This is the way
FTLN 2292 To Julius Caesar’s ill-erected tower,
FTLN 2293 To whose flint bosom my condemnèd lord
FTLN 2294 Is doomed a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke.
FTLN 22955 Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
FTLN 2296 Have any resting for her true king’s queen.

Enter Richard editorial emendationand Guard.editorial emendation

FTLN 2297 But soft, but see—or rather do not see
FTLN 2298 My fair rose wither; yet look up, behold,
FTLN 2299 That you in pity may dissolve to dew
FTLN 230010 And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.—
FTLN 2301 Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand,
FTLN 2302 Thou map of honor, thou King Richard’s tomb,
FTLN 2303 And not King Richard! Thou most beauteous inn,
FTLN 2304 Why should hard-favored grief be lodged in thee
FTLN 230515 When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2306 Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
FTLN 2307 To make my end too sudden. Learn, good soul,
FTLN 2308 To think our former state a happy dream,
FTLN 2309 From which awaked, the truth of what we are
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FTLN 231020 Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet,
FTLN 2311 To grim necessity, and he and I
FTLN 2312 Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France
FTLN 2313 And cloister thee in some religious house.
FTLN 2314 Our holy lives must win a new world’s crown,
FTLN 231525 Which our profane hours here have thrown down.
QUEEN 
FTLN 2316 What, is my Richard both in shape and mind
FTLN 2317 Transformed and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke
FTLN 2318 Deposed thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart?
FTLN 2319 The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw
FTLN 232030 And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
FTLN 2321 To be o’er-powered; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
FTLN 2322 Take the correction, mildly kiss the rod,
FTLN 2323 And fawn on rage with base humility,
FTLN 2324 Which art a lion and the king of beasts?
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 232535 A king of beasts indeed. If aught but beasts,
FTLN 2326 I had been still a happy king of men.
FTLN 2327 Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for
FTLN 2328 France.
FTLN 2329 Think I am dead and that even here thou takest,
FTLN 233040 As from my deathbed, thy last living leave.
FTLN 2331 In winter’s tedious nights sit by the fire
FTLN 2332 With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales
FTLN 2333 Of woeful ages long ago betid;
FTLN 2334 And, ere thou bid good night, to quite their griefs,
FTLN 233545 Tell thou the lamentable tale of me,
FTLN 2336 And send the hearers weeping to their beds.
FTLN 2337 Forwhy the senseless brands will sympathize
FTLN 2338 The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
FTLN 2339 And in compassion weep the fire out,
FTLN 234050 And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,
FTLN 2341 For the deposing of a rightful king.

Enter Northumberland.


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NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 2342 My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed.
FTLN 2343 You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.—
FTLN 2344 And madam, there is order ta’en for you.
FTLN 234555 With all swift speed you must away to France.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2346 Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
FTLN 2347 The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,
FTLN 2348 The time shall not be many hours of age
FTLN 2349 More than it is ere foul sin, gathering head,
FTLN 235060 Shall break into corruption. Thou shalt think,
FTLN 2351 Though he divide the realm and give thee half,
FTLN 2352 It is too little, helping him to all.
FTLN 2353 He shall think that thou, which knowest the way
FTLN 2354 To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
FTLN 235565 Being ne’er so little urged another way,
FTLN 2356 To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.
FTLN 2357 The love of wicked men converts to fear,
FTLN 2358 That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both
FTLN 2359 To worthy danger and deservèd death.
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 236070 My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
FTLN 2361 Take leave and part, for you must part forthwith.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2362 Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate
FTLN 2363 A twofold marriage—twixt my crown and me,
FTLN 2364 And then betwixt me and my married wife.
FTLN 236575  editorial emendationTo Queen.editorial emendation Let me unkiss the oath twixt thee and
FTLN 2366 me;
FTLN 2367 And yet not so, for with a kiss ’twas made.—
FTLN 2368 Part us, Northumberland, I towards the north,
FTLN 2369 Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;
FTLN 237080 My wife to France, from whence set forth in pomp
FTLN 2371 She came adornèd hither like sweet May,
FTLN 2372 Sent back like Hallowmas or short’st of day.

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QUEEN 
FTLN 2373 And must we be divided? Must we part?
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2374 Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.
QUEEN , editorial emendationto Northumberlandeditorial emendation 
FTLN 237585 Banish us both, and send the King with me.
editorial emendationNORTHUMBERLANDeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2376 That were some love, but little policy.
QUEEN 
FTLN 2377 Then whither he goes, thither let me go.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2378 So two together weeping make one woe.
FTLN 2379 Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here;
FTLN 238090 Better far off than, near, be ne’er the near.
FTLN 2381 Go, count thy way with sighs, I mine with groans.
QUEEN 
FTLN 2382 So longest way shall have the longest moans.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2383 Twice for one step I’ll groan, the way being short,
FTLN 2384 And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
FTLN 238595 Come, come, in wooing sorrow let’s be brief,
FTLN 2386 Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.
FTLN 2387 One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part.
FTLN 2388 Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.
editorial emendationThey kiss.editorial emendation
QUEEN 
FTLN 2389 Give me mine own again. ’Twere no good part
FTLN 2390100 To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
editorial emendationThey kiss.editorial emendation
FTLN 2391 So, now I have mine own again, begone,
FTLN 2392 That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
KING RICHARD 
FTLN 2393 We make woe wanton with this fond delay.
FTLN 2394 Once more, adieu! The rest let sorrow say.
They exit.




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editorial emendationScene 2editorial emendation
Enter Duke of York and the Duchess.

DUCHESS 
FTLN 2395 My lord, you told me you would tell the rest,
FTLN 2396 When weeping made you break the story off
FTLN 2397 Of our two cousins coming into London.
YORK 
FTLN 2398 Where did I leave?
DUCHESS  FTLN 23995 At that sad stop, my lord,
FTLN 2400 Where rude misgoverned hands from windows’ tops
FTLN 2401 Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard’s head.
YORK 
FTLN 2402 Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke,
FTLN 2403 Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,
FTLN 240410 Which his aspiring rider seemed to know,
FTLN 2405 With slow but stately pace kept on his course,
FTLN 2406 Whilst all tongues cried “God save thee,
FTLN 2407 Bolingbroke!”
FTLN 2408 You would have thought the very windows spake,
FTLN 240915 So many greedy looks of young and old
FTLN 2410 Through casements darted their desiring eyes
FTLN 2411 Upon his visage, and that all the walls
FTLN 2412 With painted imagery had said at once
FTLN 2413 “Jesu preserve thee! Welcome, Bolingbroke!”
FTLN 241420 Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning,
FTLN 2415 Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed’s neck,
FTLN 2416 Bespake them thus: “I thank you, countrymen.”
FTLN 2417 And thus still doing, thus he passed along.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 2418 Alack, poor Richard! Where rode he the whilst?
YORK 
FTLN 241925 As in a theater the eyes of men,
FTLN 2420 After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
FTLN 2421 Are idly bent on him that enters next,
FTLN 2422 Thinking his prattle to be tedious,

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FTLN 2423 Even so, or with much more contempt, men’s eyes
FTLN 242430 Did scowl on gentle Richard. No man cried “God
FTLN 2425 save him!”
FTLN 2426 No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home,
FTLN 2427 But dust was thrown upon his sacred head,
FTLN 2428 Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
FTLN 242935 His face still combating with tears and smiles,
FTLN 2430 The badges of his grief and patience,
FTLN 2431 That had not God for some strong purpose steeled
FTLN 2432 The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted,
FTLN 2433 And barbarism itself have pitied him.
FTLN 243440 But heaven hath a hand in these events,
FTLN 2435 To whose high will we bound our calm contents.
FTLN 2436 To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,
FTLN 2437 Whose state and honor I for aye allow.

editorial emendationEnter Aumerle.editorial emendation

DUCHESS 
FTLN 2438 Here comes my son Aumerle.
YORK  FTLN 243945 Aumerle that was;
FTLN 2440 But that is lost for being Richard’s friend,
FTLN 2441 And, madam, you must call him Rutland now.
FTLN 2442 I am in parliament pledge for his truth
FTLN 2443 And lasting fealty to the new-made king.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 244450 Welcome, my son. Who are the violets now
FTLN 2445 That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
AUMERLE 
FTLN 2446 Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not.
FTLN 2447 God knows I had as lief be none as one.
YORK 
FTLN 2448 Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,
FTLN 244955 Lest you be cropped before you come to prime.
FTLN 2450 What news from Oxford? Do these jousts and
FTLN 2451 triumphs hold?
AUMERLE  FTLN 2452For aught I know, my lord, they do.

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YORK  FTLN 2453You will be there, I know.
AUMERLE  FTLN 245460If God prevent not, I purpose so.
YORK 
FTLN 2455 What seal is that that hangs without thy bosom?
FTLN 2456 Yea, lookst thou pale? Let me see the writing.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 2457 My lord, ’tis nothing.
YORK  FTLN 2458 No matter, then, who see it.
FTLN 245965 I will be satisfied. Let me see the writing.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 2460 I do beseech your Grace to pardon me.
FTLN 2461 It is a matter of small consequence,
FTLN 2462 Which for some reasons I would not have seen.
YORK 
FTLN 2463 Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.
FTLN 246470 I fear, I fear—
DUCHESS  FTLN 2465 What should you fear?
FTLN 2466 ’Tis nothing but some bond that he is entered into
FTLN 2467 For gay apparel ’gainst the triumph day.
YORK 
FTLN 2468 Bound to himself? What doth he with a bond
FTLN 246975 That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.—
FTLN 2470 Boy, let me see the writing.
AUMERLE 
FTLN 2471 I do beseech you, pardon me. I may not show it.
YORK 
FTLN 2472 I will be satisfied. Let me see it, I say.
He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it.
YORK 
FTLN 2473 Treason! Foul treason! Villain, traitor, slave!
DUCHESS  FTLN 247480What is the matter, my lord?
YORK , editorial emendationcalling offstageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2475 Ho, who is within there? Saddle my horse!—
FTLN 2476 God for his mercy, what treachery is here!
DUCHESS  FTLN 2477Why, what is it, my lord?

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YORK , editorial emendationcalling offstageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2478 Give me my boots, I say! Saddle my horse!—
FTLN 247985 Now by mine honor, by my life, by my troth,
FTLN 2480 I will appeach the villain.
DUCHESS  FTLN 2481What is the matter?
YORK  FTLN 2482Peace, foolish woman.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 2483 I will not peace!—What is the matter, Aumerle?
AUMERLE 
FTLN 248490 Good mother, be content. It is no more
FTLN 2485 Than my poor life must answer.
DUCHESS  FTLN 2486 Thy life answer?
YORK , editorial emendationcalling offstageeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2487 Bring me my boots!—I will unto the King.

His man enters with his boots.

DUCHESS 
FTLN 2488 Strike him, Aumerle! Poor boy, thou art amazed.—
FTLN 248995 Hence, villain, never more come in my sight.
YORK  FTLN 2490Give me my boots, I say.
editorial emendationHis man helps him on with his boots, then exits.editorial emendation
DUCHESS  FTLN 2491Why, York, what wilt thou do?
FTLN 2492 Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?
FTLN 2493 Have we more sons? Or are we like to have?
FTLN 2494100 Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?
FTLN 2495 And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age
FTLN 2496 And rob me of a happy mother’s name?
FTLN 2497 Is he not like thee? Is he not thine own?
YORK  FTLN 2498Thou fond mad woman,
FTLN 2499105 Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?
FTLN 2500 A dozen of them here have ta’en the sacrament
FTLN 2501 And interchangeably set down their hands
FTLN 2502 To kill the King at Oxford.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 2503 He shall be none. We’ll keep him here.
FTLN 2504110 Then what is that to him?

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YORK 
FTLN 2505 Away, fond woman! Were he twenty times my son,
FTLN 2506 I would appeach him.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 2507 Hadst thou groaned for him as I have done,
FTLN 2508 Thou wouldst be more pitiful.
FTLN 2509115 But now I know thy mind: thou dost suspect
FTLN 2510 That I have been disloyal to thy bed
FTLN 2511 And that he is a bastard, not thy son.
FTLN 2512 Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind!
FTLN 2513 He is as like thee as a man may be,
FTLN 2514120 Not like to me or any of my kin,
FTLN 2515 And yet I love him.
YORK  FTLN 2516 Make way, unruly woman!
He exits.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 2517 After, Aumerle! Mount thee upon his horse,
FTLN 2518 Spur post, and get before him to the King,
FTLN 2519125 And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.
FTLN 2520 I’ll not be long behind. Though I be old,
FTLN 2521 I doubt not but to ride as fast as York.
FTLN 2522 And never will I rise up from the ground
FTLN 2523 Till Bolingbroke have pardoned thee. Away, begone!
editorial emendationThey exit.editorial emendation


editorial emendationScene 3editorial emendation
Enter the King with his Nobles.

KING HENRY 
FTLN 2524 Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son?
FTLN 2525 ’Tis full three months since I did see him last.
FTLN 2526 If any plague hang over us, ’tis he.
FTLN 2527 I would to God, my lords, he might be found.
FTLN 25285 Inquire at London, ’mongst the taverns there,
FTLN 2529 For there, they say, he daily doth frequent

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FTLN 2530 With unrestrainèd loose companions,
FTLN 2531 Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes
FTLN 2532 And beat our watch and rob our passengers,
FTLN 253310 editorial emendationWhileeditorial emendation he, young wanton and effeminate boy,
FTLN 2534 Takes on the point of honor to support
FTLN 2535 So dissolute a crew.
PERCY 
FTLN 2536 My lord, some two days since I saw the Prince,
FTLN 2537 And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford.
KING HENRY  FTLN 253815And what said the gallant?
PERCY 
FTLN 2539 His answer was, he would unto the stews,
FTLN 2540 And from the common’st creature pluck a glove
FTLN 2541 And wear it as a favor, and with that
FTLN 2542 He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.
KING HENRY 
FTLN 254320 As dissolute as desperate. Yet through both
FTLN 2544 I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years
FTLN 2545 May happily bring forth. But who comes here?

Enter Aumerle amazed.

AUMERLE  FTLN 2546Where is the King?
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2547 What means our cousin, that he stares and looks so
FTLN 254825 wildly?
AUMERLE 
FTLN 2549 God save your Grace. I do beseech your Majesty
FTLN 2550 To have some conference with your Grace alone.
KING HENRY , editorial emendationto his Nobleseditorial emendation 
FTLN 2551 Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.
editorial emendationThe Nobles exit.editorial emendation
FTLN 2552 What is the matter with our cousin now?
AUMERLE , editorial emendationkneelingeditorial emendation 
FTLN 255330 Forever may my knees grow to the earth,
FTLN 2554 My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,
FTLN 2555 Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.

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KING HENRY 
FTLN 2556 Intended or committed was this fault?
FTLN 2557 If on the first, how heinous e’er it be,
FTLN 255835 To win thy after-love I pardon thee.
AUMERLE , editorial emendationstandingeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2559 Then give me leave that editorial emendationIeditorial emendation may turn the key
FTLN 2560 That no man enter till my tale be done.
KING HENRY  FTLN 2561Have thy desire. editorial emendationAumerle locks the door.editorial emendation
The Duke of York knocks at the door and crieth.
YORK , editorial emendationwithineditorial emendation 
FTLN 2562 My liege, beware! Look to thyself!
FTLN 256340 Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.
KING HENRY , editorial emendationto Aumerleeditorial emendation  FTLN 2564Villain, I’ll make thee safe.
editorial emendationHe draws his sword.editorial emendation
AUMERLE 
FTLN 2565 Stay thy revengeful hand. Thou hast no cause to fear.
YORK , editorial emendationwithineditorial emendation 
FTLN 2566 Open the door, secure, foolhardy king!
FTLN 2567 Shall I for love speak treason to thy face?
FTLN 256845 Open the door, or I will break it open.
editorial emendationKing Henry unlocks the door.editorial emendation

editorial emendationEnter York.editorial emendation

KING HENRY  FTLN 2569What is the matter, uncle? Speak.
FTLN 2570 Recover breath. Tell us how near is danger
FTLN 2571 That we may arm us to encounter it.
YORK , editorial emendationgiving King Henry a papereditorial emendation 
FTLN 2572 Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know
FTLN 257350 The treason that my haste forbids me show.
AUMERLE , editorial emendationto King Henryeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2574 Remember, as thou read’st, thy promise passed.
FTLN 2575 I do repent me. Read not my name there.
FTLN 2576 My heart is not confederate with my hand.
YORK 
FTLN 2577 It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down.—
FTLN 257855 I tore it from the traitor’s bosom, king.

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FTLN 2579 Fear, and not love, begets his penitence.
FTLN 2580 Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove
FTLN 2581 A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2582 O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy!
FTLN 258360 O loyal father of a treacherous son,
FTLN 2584 Thou sheer, immaculate, and silver fountain
FTLN 2585 From whence this stream, through muddy passages,
FTLN 2586 Hath held his current and defiled himself,
FTLN 2587 Thy overflow of good converts to bad,
FTLN 258865 And thy abundant goodness shall excuse
FTLN 2589 This deadly blot in thy digressing son.
YORK 
FTLN 2590 So shall my virtue be his vice’s bawd,
FTLN 2591 And he shall spend mine honor with his shame,
FTLN 2592 As thriftless sons their scraping fathers’ gold.
FTLN 259370 Mine honor lives when his dishonor dies,
FTLN 2594 Or my shamed life in his dishonor lies.
FTLN 2595 Thou kill’st me in his life: giving him breath,
FTLN 2596 The traitor lives, the true man’s put to death.
DUCHESS , editorial emendationwithineditorial emendation 
FTLN 2597 What ho, my liege! For God’s sake, let me in!
KING HENRY 
FTLN 259875 What editorial emendationshrill-voicededitorial emendation suppliant makes this eager cry?
DUCHESS , editorial emendationwithineditorial emendation 
FTLN 2599 A woman and thy aunt, great king. ’Tis I.
FTLN 2600 Speak with me, pity me. Open the door!
FTLN 2601 A beggar begs that never begged before.
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2602 Our scene is altered from a serious thing
FTLN 260380 And now changed to The Beggar and the King.
FTLN 2604 My dangerous cousin, let your mother in.
FTLN 2605 I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.
editorial emendationAumerle opens the door.editorial emendation

editorial emendationDuchess of York enters and kneels.editorial emendation


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YORK 
FTLN 2606 If thou do pardon whosoever pray,
FTLN 2607 More sins for this forgiveness prosper may.
FTLN 260885 This festered joint cut off, the rest rest sound.
FTLN 2609 This let alone will all the rest confound.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 2610 O king, believe not this hard-hearted man.
FTLN 2611 Love loving not itself, none other can.
YORK 
FTLN 2612 Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here?
FTLN 261390 Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?
DUCHESS 
FTLN 2614 Sweet York, be patient.—Hear me, gentle liege.
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2615 Rise up, good aunt.
DUCHESS  FTLN 2616 Not yet, I thee beseech.
FTLN 2617 Forever will I walk upon my knees
FTLN 261895 And never see day that the happy sees,
FTLN 2619 Till thou give joy, until thou bid me joy
FTLN 2620 By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.
AUMERLE , editorial emendationkneelingeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2621 Unto my mother’s prayers I bend my knee.
YORK , editorial emendationkneelingeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2622 Against them both my true joints bended be.
FTLN 2623100 Ill mayst thou thrive if thou grant any grace.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 2624 Pleads he in earnest? Look upon his face.
FTLN 2625 His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest;
FTLN 2626 His words come from his mouth, ours from our
FTLN 2627 breast.
FTLN 2628105 He prays but faintly and would be denied.
FTLN 2629 We pray with heart and soul and all beside.
FTLN 2630 His weary joints would gladly rise, I know.
FTLN 2631 Our knees still kneel till to the ground they grow.
FTLN 2632 His prayers are full of false hypocrisy,
FTLN 2633110 Ours of true zeal and deep integrity.

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FTLN 2634 Our prayers do outpray his. Then let them have
FTLN 2635 That mercy which true prayer ought to have.
editorial emendationKING HENRYeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2636 Good aunt, stand up.
DUCHESS  FTLN 2637 Nay, do not say “stand up.”
FTLN 2638115 Say “pardon” first and afterwards “stand up.”
FTLN 2639 An if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach,
FTLN 2640 “Pardon” should be the first word of thy speech.
FTLN 2641 I never longed to hear a word till now.
FTLN 2642 Say “pardon,” king; let pity teach thee how.
FTLN 2643120 The word is short, but not so short as sweet.
FTLN 2644 No word like “pardon” for kings’ mouths so meet.
YORK 
FTLN 2645 Speak it in French, king. Say “pardonne moy.”
DUCHESS 
FTLN 2646 Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy?
FTLN 2647 Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord,
FTLN 2648125 That sets the word itself against the word!
FTLN 2649  editorial emendationTo King Henry.editorial emendation Speak “pardon” as ’tis current in
FTLN 2650 our land;
FTLN 2651 The chopping French we do not understand.
FTLN 2652 Thine eye begins to speak; set thy tongue there,
FTLN 2653130 Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear,
FTLN 2654 That, hearing how our plaints and prayers do
FTLN 2655 pierce,
FTLN 2656 Pity may move thee “pardon” to rehearse.
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2657 Good aunt, stand up.
DUCHESS  FTLN 2658135 I do not sue to stand.
FTLN 2659 Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2660 I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.
DUCHESS 
FTLN 2661 O, happy vantage of a kneeling knee!
FTLN 2662 Yet am I sick for fear. Speak it again.
FTLN 2663140 Twice saying “pardon” doth not pardon twain,
FTLN 2664 But makes one pardon strong.

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KING HENRY  FTLN 2665I pardon him with all my heart.
DUCHESS  FTLN 2666A god on Earth thou art.
editorial emendationThey all stand.editorial emendation
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2667 But for our trusty brother-in-law and the Abbot,
FTLN 2668145 With all the rest of that consorted crew,
FTLN 2669 Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.
FTLN 2670 Good uncle, help to order several powers
FTLN 2671 To Oxford or where’er these traitors are.
FTLN 2672 They shall not live within this world, I swear,
FTLN 2673150 But I will have them, if I once know where.
FTLN 2674 Uncle, farewell,—and cousin, adieu.
FTLN 2675 Your mother well hath prayed; and prove you true.
DUCHESS , editorial emendationto Aumerleeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2676 Come, my old son. I pray God make thee new.
They exit.


editorial emendationScene 4editorial emendation
editorial emendationEntereditorial emendation Sir Pierce Exton and editorial emendationServants.editorial emendation

EXTON 
FTLN 2677 Didst thou not mark the King, what words he spake,
FTLN 2678 “Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?”
FTLN 2679 Was it not so?
SERVINGMAN  FTLN 2680 These were his very words.
EXTON 
FTLN 26815 “Have I no friend?” quoth he. He spake it twice
FTLN 2682 And urged it twice together, did he not?
SERVINGMAN  FTLN 2683He did.
EXTON 
FTLN 2684 And speaking it, he wishtly looked on me,
FTLN 2685 As who should say “I would thou wert the man
FTLN 268610 That would divorce this terror from my heart”—
FTLN 2687 Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come, let’s go.
FTLN 2688 I am the King’s friend and will rid his foe.
editorial emendationThey exit.editorial emendation




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editorial emendationScene 5editorial emendation
Enter Richard alone.

RICHARD 
FTLN 2689 I have been studying how I may compare
FTLN 2690 This prison where I live unto the world,
FTLN 2691 And for because the world is populous
FTLN 2692 And here is not a creature but myself,
FTLN 26935 I cannot do it. Yet I’ll hammer it out.
FTLN 2694 My brain I’ll prove the female to my soul,
FTLN 2695 My soul the father, and these two beget
FTLN 2696 A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
FTLN 2697 And these same thoughts people this little world,
FTLN 269810 In humors like the people of this world,
FTLN 2699 For no thought is contented. The better sort,
FTLN 2700 As thoughts of things divine, are intermixed
FTLN 2701 With scruples, and do set the word itself
FTLN 2702 Against the word, as thus: “Come, little ones,”
FTLN 270315 And then again,
FTLN 2704 “It is as hard to come as for a camel
FTLN 2705 To thread the postern of a small needle’s eye.”
FTLN 2706 Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
FTLN 2707 Unlikely wonders: how these vain weak nails
FTLN 270820 May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
FTLN 2709 Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
FTLN 2710 And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
FTLN 2711 Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
FTLN 2712 That they are not the first of fortune’s slaves,
FTLN 271325 Nor shall not be the last—like silly beggars
FTLN 2714 Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge their shame
FTLN 2715 That many have and others must editorial emendationsiteditorial emendation there,
FTLN 2716 And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
FTLN 2717 Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
FTLN 271830 Of such as have before endured the like.
FTLN 2719 Thus play I in one person many people,
FTLN 2720 And none contented. Sometimes am I king.

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FTLN 2721 Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
FTLN 2722 And so I am; then crushing penury
FTLN 272335 Persuades me I was better when a king.
FTLN 2724 Then am I kinged again, and by and by
FTLN 2725 Think that I am unkinged by Bolingbroke,
FTLN 2726 And straight am nothing. But whate’er I be,
FTLN 2727 Nor I nor any man that but man is
FTLN 272840 With nothing shall be pleased till he be eased
FTLN 2729 With being nothing.  (The music plays.) Music do I
FTLN 2730 hear?
FTLN 2731 Ha, ha, keep time! How sour sweet music is
FTLN 2732 When time is broke and no proportion kept.
FTLN 273345 So is it in the music of men’s lives.
FTLN 2734 And here have I the daintiness of ear
FTLN 2735 To check time broke in a disordered string;
FTLN 2736 But for the concord of my state and time
FTLN 2737 Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
FTLN 273850 I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
FTLN 2739 For now hath time made me his numb’ring clock.
FTLN 2740 My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar
FTLN 2741 Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
FTLN 2742 Whereto my finger, like a dial’s point,
FTLN 274355 Is pointing still in cleansing them from tears.
FTLN 2744 Now, sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
FTLN 2745 Are clamorous groans which strike upon my heart,
FTLN 2746 Which is the bell. So sighs and tears and groans
FTLN 2747 Show minutes, times, and hours. But my time
FTLN 274860 Runs posting on in Bolingbroke’s proud joy,
FTLN 2749 While I stand fooling here, his jack of the clock.
FTLN 2750 This music mads me. Let it sound no more,
FTLN 2751 For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
FTLN 2752 In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
FTLN 275365 Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me,
FTLN 2754 For ’tis a sign of love, and love to Richard
FTLN 2755 Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.

Enter a Groom of the stable.


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GROOM  FTLN 2756Hail, royal prince!
RICHARD  FTLN 2757Thanks, noble peer.
FTLN 275870 The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
FTLN 2759 What art thou, and how comest thou hither,
FTLN 2760 Where no man never comes but that sad dog
FTLN 2761 That brings me food to make misfortune live?
GROOM 
FTLN 2762 I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,
FTLN 276375 When thou wert king; who, traveling towards York,
FTLN 2764 With much ado at length have gotten leave
FTLN 2765 To look upon my sometime royal master’s face.
FTLN 2766 O, how it earned my heart when I beheld
FTLN 2767 In London streets, that coronation day,
FTLN 276880 When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,
FTLN 2769 That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,
FTLN 2770 That horse that I so carefully have dressed.
RICHARD 
FTLN 2771 Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
FTLN 2772 How went he under him?
GROOM 
FTLN 277385 So proudly as if he disdained the ground.
RICHARD 
FTLN 2774 So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
FTLN 2775 That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
FTLN 2776 This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
FTLN 2777 Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down
FTLN 277890 (Since pride must have a fall) and break the neck
FTLN 2779 Of that proud man that did usurp his back?
FTLN 2780 Forgiveness, horse! Why do I rail on thee,
FTLN 2781 Since thou, created to be awed by man,
FTLN 2782 Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse,
FTLN 278395 And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
FTLN 2784 Spurred, galled, and tired by jauncing Bolingbroke.

Enter one, editorial emendationthe Keeper,editorial emendation to Richard with meat.


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KEEPER , editorial emendationto Groomeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2785 Fellow, give place. Here is no longer stay.
RICHARD , editorial emendationto Groomeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2786 If thou love me, ’tis time thou wert away.
GROOM 
FTLN 2787 What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
Groom exits.
KEEPER  FTLN 2788100My lord, will ’t please you to fall to?
RICHARD 
FTLN 2789 Taste of it first as thou art wont to do.
KEEPER 
FTLN 2790 My lord, I dare not. Sir Pierce of Exton,
FTLN 2791 Who lately came from the King, commands the
FTLN 2792 contrary.
RICHARD , editorial emendationattacking the Keepereditorial emendation 
FTLN 2793105 The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee!
FTLN 2794 Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
KEEPER  FTLN 2795Help, help, help!

The Murderers editorial emendationExton and his meneditorial emendation rush in.

RICHARD 
FTLN 2796 How now, what means death in this rude assault?
FTLN 2797 Villain, thy own hand yields thy death’s instrument.
editorial emendationRichard seizes a weapon from a Murderer
and kills him with it.editorial emendation

FTLN 2798110 Go thou and fill another room in hell.
editorial emendationHe kills another Murderer.editorial emendation
Here Exton strikes him down.
FTLN 2799 That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire
FTLN 2800 That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand
FTLN 2801 Hath with the King’s blood stained the King’s own
FTLN 2802 land.
FTLN 2803115 Mount, mount, my soul. Thy seat is up on high,
FTLN 2804 Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.
editorial emendationHe dies.editorial emendation

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EXTON 
FTLN 2805 As full of valor as of royal blood.
FTLN 2806 Both have I spilled. O, would the deed were good!
FTLN 2807 For now the devil that told me I did well
FTLN 2808120 Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.
FTLN 2809 This dead king to the living king I’ll bear.
FTLN 2810 Take hence the rest and give them burial here.
editorial emendationThey exit with the bodies.editorial emendation


editorial emendationScene 6editorial emendation
Enter editorial emendationKing Henry,editorial emendation with the Duke of York.

KING HENRY 
FTLN 2811 Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
FTLN 2812 Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
FTLN 2813 Our town of Ciceter in Gloucestershire,
FTLN 2814 But whether they be ta’en or slain we hear not.

Enter Northumberland.

FTLN 28155 Welcome, my lord. What is the news?
NORTHUMBERLAND 
FTLN 2816 First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
FTLN 2817 The next news is: I have to London sent
FTLN 2818 The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent.
FTLN 2819 The manner of their taking may appear
FTLN 282010 At large discoursèd in this paper here.
editorial emendationHe gives King Henry a paper.editorial emendation
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2821 We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains,
FTLN 2822 And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.

Enter Lord Fitzwater.

FITZWATER 
FTLN 2823 My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
FTLN 2824 The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,

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FTLN 282515 Two of the dangerous consorted traitors
FTLN 2826 That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2827 Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot.
FTLN 2828 Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.

Enter editorial emendationHarryeditorial emendation Percy editorial emendationwith the Bishop of Carlisle.editorial emendation

PERCY 
FTLN 2829 The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
FTLN 283020 With clog of conscience and sour melancholy
FTLN 2831 Hath yielded up his body to the grave.
FTLN 2832 But here is Carlisle living, to abide
FTLN 2833 Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
KING HENRY  FTLN 2834Carlisle, this is your doom:
FTLN 283525 Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,
FTLN 2836 More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life.
FTLN 2837 So, as thou liv’st in peace, die free from strife;
FTLN 2838 For, though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
FTLN 2839 High sparks of honor in thee have I seen.

Enter Exton editorial emendationand Servingmeneditorial emendation with the coffin.

EXTON 
FTLN 284030 Great king, within this coffin I present
FTLN 2841 Thy buried fear. Herein all breathless lies
FTLN 2842 The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
FTLN 2843 Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought.
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2844 Exton, I thank thee not, for thou hast wrought
FTLN 284535 A deed of slander with thy fatal hand
FTLN 2846 Upon my head and all this famous land.
EXTON 
FTLN 2847 From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
KING HENRY 
FTLN 2848 They love not poison that do poison need,
FTLN 2849 Nor do I thee. Though I did wish him dead,
FTLN 285040 I hate the murderer, love him murderèd.

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FTLN 2851 The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labor,
FTLN 2852 But neither my good word nor princely favor.
FTLN 2853 With Cain go wander through shades of night,
FTLN 2854 And never show thy head by day nor light.
editorial emendationExton exits.editorial emendation
FTLN 285545 Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe
FTLN 2856 That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
FTLN 2857 Come mourn with me for what I do lament,
FTLN 2858 And put on sullen black incontinent.
FTLN 2859 I’ll make a voyage to the Holy Land
FTLN 286050 To wash this blood off from my guilty hand.
editorial emendationServingmen lift the coffin to carry it out.editorial emendation
FTLN 2861 March sadly after. Grace my mournings here
FTLN 2862 In weeping after this untimely bier.
editorial emendationThey exit, following the coffin.editorial emendation