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Pem. He is more patient
Are turned to one thread, one little hair : Than when you left him ; even now he sung. My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
P. Hen. O vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes, which holds but till thy news be uttered;
him : With many legions of strange fantasies; For, in a night, the best part of my power, Which, in their throng and press to that last As Í upon advantage did remove, hold,
Were in the washes, all unwarily, Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death Devoured by the unexpected flood. should sing.
[The King dies. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Sal, You breathe these dead news in as dead Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings Myliege! my lord !—But now a king,—now thus. His soul and body to their lasting rest.
P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are stop. born
What surety of the world, what hope, what To set a form upon that indigest,
stay, Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. When this was now a king, and now is clay!
Bast. Art thou gone so I do but stay behind, Re-enter Bigor and Attendants, who bring in
To do the office for thee of revenge ;
And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
As it on earth hath been thy servant still. K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow. Now, now, you stars, that move in your right room ;
spheres, It would not out at windows, nor at doors, Where be your powers ? Show now your mended There is so hot a summer in my bosom,
faiths ; That all my bowels crumble up to dust : And instantly return with me again, I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen To push destruction, and perpetual shame, Upon a parchment; and against this fire Out of the weak door of our fainting land : Do I shrink up.
Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; P. Hen. How fares your majesty ?
The Dauphin rages at our very heels. K. John. Poison’d, -ill fare ;-dead, forsook, Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as
cast off : And none of you will bid the winter come, The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;
Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin; Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course And brings from him such offers of our peace Through my burn'd bosom ; nor entreat the As we with honour and respect may take, north
With purpose presently to leave this war. To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees And comfort me with cold :-I do not ask you Ourselves well sinewed to our defence. much,
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait, For many carriages he hath despatch'd And so ingrateful, you deny me that.
To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in To the disposing of the cardinal: my tears,
With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, That might relieve you !
If you think meet, this afternoon will post K. John. The salt in them is hot.
To cónsummate this business happily. Within me is a hell : and there the poison Bast. Let it be so :-And you, mynoble prince, Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize
With other princes that may best be spar'd, On unreprievable condemned blood,
Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be inEnter the Bastard.
For so he will'd it.
To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself
. P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give Now these her princes are come home again, you thanks,
Come the three corners of the world in arms, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. And we shall shock them: Nought shall make
Bast. 0, let us pay the time but needful woe, us rue, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. If England to itself do rest but true. [Ezent. This England never did, (nor never shall,)
KING RICHARD II.
PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.
King RICHARD the Second.
Lord Ross. Lord WILLOUGHBY. Lord Fitz-
Captain of a band of Welchmen.
Queen to king RICHARD.
Duchess of GLOSTER. Earl of Salisbury. Earl BERKLEY.
Duchess of York.
Lady attending on the queen.
Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two GarEarl of NORTHUMBERLAND: Henry Percy, deners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other
Bushy, Bagot, Green,
SCENE,--dispersedly in England and Wales.
SCENE I.-London. A room in the palace. If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;
Or worthily, as a good subject should,
Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd argument, Lancaster,
On some apparent danger seen in him, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice. Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ;
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence ; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal,
face to face, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? The accuser, and the accused, freely speak :
[Exeunt some Attendants. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sound-High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Gaunt. I have, my liege.
By that, and all the rites of knighthood else, Re-enter Attendants, with BOLINGBROKE and Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, NORFOLK.
What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Boling. May many years of happy days befal Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege ! Which gently lay'd my knighthood on my shoul
Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; der,
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial :
If I be traitor, or unjustly fight ! As well appeareth by the cause you come ;
K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to MowNamely, to appeal each other of high treason.- bray's charge ? Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object It must be great, that can inherit us Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? So much as of a thought of ill in him. Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove speech!)
it true; In the devotion of a subject's love,
That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand Tendering the precious safety of my prince,
nobles, And free from other misbegotten hate,
In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers; Come I appellant to this princely presence.
The which he hath detain'd for lewd employNow, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,
Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge, Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant;
That ever was survey'd by English eye, Too good to be so, and too bad to live; That all the treasons, for these eighteen years Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, Complotted and contrived in this land, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and Once more, the more to aggravate the note,
spring. With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; Further I say,—and further will maintain And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move, Upon his bad life, to make all this good, What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; may prove.
Suggest his soon-believing adversaries; Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my And, consequently, like a traitor coward,
Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
blood : The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, The blood is hot that must be coold for this, To me for justice and rough chastisement; Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, And, by the glorious worth of my descent, As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say: This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. First, the fair reverence of your highness curbsme K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution From giving reins and spurs to my free speech, Which else would post, until it had return'd Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? These terms of treason doubled down his throat. Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
And bid his ears a little while be deaf, And let him be no kinsman to my liege, Till I have told this slander of his blood, I do defy him, and I spit at him;
How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. Call him—a slanderous coward, and a villain: K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, Which to maintain, I would allow him odds;
and ears : And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
(As he is but my father's brother's son,) Or any other ground inhabitable,
Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow, Where ever Englishman dare set his foot. Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,
Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie. The unstooping firmness of my upright soul. Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou ; my gage,
Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow. Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ;
Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, And lay aside my high blood's royalty, Through the false passage of thy throat, thou Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except: liest! If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; | Disburs'a i duly to his highness' soldiers ;
The other part resery'd I by consent;
Take honour from me, and my life is done : For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; Upon remainder of a dear account,
In that I live, and for that will I die. Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage ;
do Now swallow down that lie.For Gloster's
you begin. death,
Boling. O, God defend my soul from such I slew him not; but to my own disgrace,
foul sin ! Neglected my sworn duty in that case. Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight? For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
Or with pale beggar fear impeach my height The honourable father to my foe,
Before this outdar'd dastard? Ere my tongue Once did I lay an ambush for your life, Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong, A trespass, that doth vex my grieved soul: Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear But, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament,
The slavish motive of recanting fear ; I did confess it; and exactly begg'd
And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it. Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's This is my fault: As for the rest appealid,
[Erit Gaunt. It issues from the rancour of a villain,
K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to A recreant and most degenerate traitor :
command : Which in myself I boldly will defend ; Which since we cannot do to make you friends, And interchangeably hurl down my gage Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, Upon this overweening traitor's foot,
At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day; To prove myself a loyal gentleman,
There shall your swords and lances arbitrate Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom: The swelling difference of your settled hate ; In haste whereof, most heartily I pray
Since we cannot atone you, we shall see Your highness to assign our trial day.
Justice design the victor's chivalry.-K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruľa Marshal, command our officer at arms by me;
Be ready to direct these home-alarms. [H'xeunt. Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prescribe though no physician;
SCENE II.-The same. A room in the Duke Deep malice makes too deep incision :
of LANCASTER's palace. Forget, forgive ; conclude, and be agreed; Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed.
Enter Gaunt, and Duchess of GLOSTER. Good uncle, let this end where it begun;
Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Gloster's blood We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims, Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my To stir against the butchers of his life.
But since correction lieth in those hands,
K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;
Who, when he sees the hours ripe on earth,
there is no boot. Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? foot;
Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: Were as seven phials of his sacred blood, The one my duty owes ; but my
fair name, Or seven fair branches springing from one root: (Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. Some of those branches by the destinies cut: I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here; But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster, Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear; One phial full of Edward's sacred blood, The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood, One flourishing branch of his most royal root, Which breath'd this poison.
Is crack’d, and all the precious liquor spilt ; K. Rich. Rage must be withstood:
Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all taded, Give me his gage :-Lions make leopards tame. By envy's hand, and murder’s bloody axe. Nor. Yea, but not change their spots : take Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine ; that bed, that but my shame,
womb, And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, That mettle, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee, The purest treasure mortal times afford, Made him a man; and though thou liv'st and Is-spotless reputation ; that away,
breath'st, Men are but gilded loan, or painted clay. Yet art thou slain in him : thou dost consent, A jewel in a ten-times-barr’d-up chest
In some large measure, to thy father's death, Is-a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Mine honour is my life; both grow in one ; Who was the model of thy father's life.