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Why should I then be false ; since it is true Mc. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. That I must die here, and live hence by truth? Lewis. Well; keep good quarter and good care I say again, if Lewis do win the day,

to-night : He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours The day shall not be up so soon as I, Behold another day break in the east :

To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. [Exeunt, But even this night, whose black contagious breath

SCENE VI. Already smokes about the burning crest Of the old, fecble, and day-wearied sun, An open place in the neighbour bood of Sevinstead abbeye Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire; Erter Faulconbridge, and Hubert, severally. Paying the fine of rated treachery,

Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives,

or I shoot. If Lewis by your alliance win the day.

Faul. A friend :---What art thou ? Commend me to one Hubert, with your king ;

Hub. Of the part of England. The love of him, and this respect hesides,

Fauli. Whither doft thou go? For that my grandfire was an Englishman,

Hub. What's that to thee? Why may I not dea Au akes my conscience to confess all this.

mand In licu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence

Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine ? From forth the noise and rumour of the field;

Faul. Hubert, I think, Where I inay think the remnant of my thoughts

Hub, Thou hatt a perfect thought i
In peace, and part this body and my soul

I will, upon all hazards, well believe
With contemplation and devout desires.
Sal. We do believethce,--and beshrew my soul Who art thou ?

Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well : But I do love the favour and the form

Fauli. Who thou wilt : an if thou please, Of this moit fair occasion, by the which

Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think We will untread the steps of damned fight ;

I come one way of the Plantagenets. And, like a bated and retired food,

Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou, and eyelers Leaving our rankness aru irregular course, Scoop low within those bounds we have o’er-look'd, Have done me shame :--Brave soldier, pardon me, And calmly run on in obedience,

That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Even to our ocean, to our great king John.

Should scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence ;

Fault, Come, come ; sans compliment, what For I do see the cruel pangs of death (tlight ;

news abroad?

(night, Right? in thine eye.--Away, my friends! New

Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of And happy newness, that intends old right.

To find you out.
[Excurl, leading of Melun.

Faul. Brief, then ; and what's the news?

Hub. O my sweet sir, news fitted to the night,

Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
A different part of the Frencb Camp,

Fauli. Shew me the very wound of this ill news;
Fnter Lemvis and bis train.

I am no woman, I'll not swoon at ir. Lewis. The sun of heaven, methoughi, was loth Hub. The king, I fear, is poison d by a monk : to set ;

I left him almost speechiels, and broke out But staid, and made the western welkin blush, To acquaint you with this evil; that you might When the English meafurd backward their own The better arm you to the sudden time, ground

Than if you had at leisure known of this. In faint retire : Oh, bravely came we off,

Fault. How did he take it? who did taste to him? When with a volley of our needleis Mhor,

Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, After such bloody toil, we bid good night ; Whose bowels suddenly burst out : the king And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up, Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. Lidt in the field, and almost lords of it!

Fairls. Who didit thou leave to tend his majesty? Enter a M Denger.

Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all Mef. Where is my prince, the Dauphin ?

come back, Lewis. Here :--What news?

(lords, And brought prince Henry in their company ; Mef. The Count Melun is Nain ; the English At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, By his persuasion, are again fallen off:

And they are all about his majesty. And your supplies, which you have with'd so long, Faul.Withhold thine indignation,mighty heaven, Are cart away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands. And tempt us not to bear above our power! Lewis. Ah foul shrewd news !-Bethrew thy I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night, very heart!

Paffing these flats, are taken by the tide, I did not think to be so sad to-night,

There Lincoln washes have devoured them ; As this hath made me. Who was he, that said, Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. King Jonn did fly, an hour or two before Away, before ! conduct me to the king; The stumbling night did part our weary powers ? |I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. (Excumin

1 Right Significs immediale : this sense, however, is now obsoleiça





My heart hath one poor ftring to stay it by,

Thich holds but 'till thy news be uttered ;
The Orchardt in Säinead-Abbey,

And then all this thou seeft, is but a clod,
Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigor. And module of confounded royalty.

len. It is too late ; the life of all his blood Faul. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; Is tonch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Where, heaven he knows, how we shall uiwerhim; (Whichiome fuppose the foul's fruildwelling-house) For, in a night, the best part of my power, Doch, by the idle comments that it makes, As I upon advantage did remove, Furetell the ending of mortality.

Were in the wathes, all unw.rily,
Entir Pinbroka.

Devoured by the unexpected Hvod. [The king dies. Pemb. His btginnels yce Juth 1peak; and holds

Sul. You breathe these dead news in as dead an belief, That, being brouglic into the open air,

Vy liege! ny lord ! - Put now a king,—now thus. It would allay the burning quality

Hen. Even so muft I run on, and even so stop. Of that fell poison which attuleth him.

What furety of the world, what hope, what stay, Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard here. — When this was now a king, and now is clay! Doch he still rage ?

Faulc. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, Pemb. He is more patient

To do the office for thee of revenge ; Than when you left him : even now lle fung.

And then my foul shall wait on thee to heaven, Hen. () vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes, As it on earth hath been thy servant still.In their continuance, will not feel themselves. Now, now, you stars, that move in your righer Deatlı, having prey'd upon the outward parts,


[faiths ; Leaves them : invisible his fiege is now,

Where be your powers ? Shew now your mended Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds. And iuftantly return with me again, With many legions of strange fanaties;

To puih destruction, and perpetual shame, Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, Out of the weak door of our fainting land : Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death Straight let us feek, or straight we shall be sought ; should fing.

The Dauphin rages at our very heels. I am the cygnet to this pale faint fwan,

Srl. It seems, you know not then so much as wc: Who chants a Julefui hymn to his own death ;

The cardinal Pandulph is within at rett,
And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin;
His soul and body to their lasting reit.

And brings from him such otiers of our peace
Sul. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born As we with honour and respect may take,
To let a fürın upon that indigeit

With purpose presently to leave this war.“
Which he hath left so thapelets and so rude.

Fault. He will the rather do it, when he sees
King Islom brougbe in.

Ourselves well linewed to our defence.
K. Jobr. Ay marry, now niy foul bath elbow Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already ;

For many carriages he hath diipatch'd
It would not out at windows, nor at doors. To the se.:-1ide, and put his ciuse and quarrel
There is so hot a summer in my butuin,

Tu che disposing of the cardinal :
That all my boweis crumble up to dust :

With whom yourieif, myleli, and other lords,
I am a scribbled form, drawo with a pea If you think meet, this afternoon will post
Upon a parchment ; and against this fire To consummate this business happily.
Do I thrink up.

Faulo. Let it be so :--And you, my noble prince, Hen. How fares your majesty ? [cast off : "Vith other princes that may best be spar'd,

K. John. Poison’d.,-ill fare ;cadead, forfouk, Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
And none of you will bid the winter come, Hen. At Worcetter must his body be interr'd;
To thrust his icy fingers in my marv ;

For fo he will'd it.
Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course Fouls. Thicher shall it then.
Through my burn'd bosom ; nor intreat the north And happily may your sweet self put on
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, The lineal itate and glory of the land !
And comfort me with cold:—I do not ask you much, To whom, with all submislion, on my knee,
I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait, I d. bequeath my faithful services
And so ingrateful, you deny me that.

And true subjection everlastingly.
Hen. Oh, that there were some virtue in my tears,

Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, That might relieve you !

To reft without a spot for evermore. [thanks, K. Youn. The salt of them is hot.

Her. I have a kind soul, that would give you Within me is a hell; aud there the poison And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Is, as a fend, confin'd to tyrannize

Fauic. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe, On unreprievable condemned blood.

Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.m Enter Falconbridge.

This England never did, nor never shall, Fauls. Oh, I am scalded with my violent motion, Lye at the proud foot of a conqueror, And spleen of speed to see your majetty. But when it firit did help to wound itself.

X. John. Oh, cousin, thou art come to let mine e;c: Now these her princes are come home again, The lackle of my heart is crack'd and burnt ; Come the three corners of the world in arms, (rue, And all the shrowds, wherewith my life should fail, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us Aiz turncy to one thread, one lietle bur; If England to itself do rest but true. (Exeunt omecS.

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ebe King

King Richard the Second.

EDMUND of Langley, Duke of

Percy, Jon 10 Northumberland.

Unicles to

Lord Ross 4.
John of GAUNT, Duke of Lan-


Lord FitzWATER.
Henry, furnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Bishop of CARLISLE.

Hereford, afterwards King Henry ebe Fourib, Sir STEPHEN SCROOP.
fon to Fobn of Gunt.

Lord Marshal; and another Lord,
Duk: of AUMERLE?, fon to the Duke of York. Abbot of West MINSTER.
MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.

Sir PIERCE of Exton.
Duke of SURREY.

Captain of a Band of Welchmer.

Queen-to King Richard.

Durchijs of GLOSTER.
BAGOT, Creatures to King Richard.

Dutchefs of York.

Ladies, attending on the Queen.
Heralds, two Gardeners, Keeper, Melenger, Groom, and other Attendants.

SCENE, dispersedly, in England and Wales.


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Or worthily, as a good subject should,
The Court.

On tome known ground of treachery in him?

Gaunt. As near As I could sift him on that are Erter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with orher No

bles and Girerdants.

On some apparent danger seen in him,
K. Rich.

LD John of Gaunt, time-honour'a Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.

K. Rich. Then call them to our presence ; face
Haft thou, according to thy oath and bands,

to face,
Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, The accuser, and the accused, freely 1peak :-
Which then our leisure would not let us hear, High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
Againit the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Gauni, I have, my liege.

Thim, Enter Boling broke and Mowbray."
K. Rich. Tell me moreover, halt thou founded Boling. Many years of happy days befal
If he appeal the duke on ancient malice ; My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!

1 This history, however, comprises little more than the two last years of this prince. The action of the drama begins with Bolingbroke's appealing the duke of Norfolk, on an accusation of high treason, which fell oui in the year 1398; and it closes with the murder of king Richard at Pomtretcaitle towards the end of the year 1400, or the beginning of the ensuing year. 2. Junctie is the French for what we now call Albemarle, which is a town in Normandy. 3 Mr. Steevens says, it ought to be Lord Berkley, as there was no Farl Berklev 'till some ages after. 4 Now (pelt Roos, one of the duke of Rutland's titles. si.e. bond


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Morb. Each day ftill better other's happiness; Or chivalrous design of knightly trial : Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, And, when I mount, alive may I not ligh!, Add an immortal title to your crown!

If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! [charge?
K. Rich. We thank you both : yet one but K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's

It must be great, that can inherit us 3
As well appeareth by the cause you come; So much as of a thought of ill in him. [true ;-
Namely, to appeal each other of high treason. - Boling. Look, what I said, my life shall proveit
Coulin of Hereford, what dost thou object That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles,
Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mon bray ? | In name of lendings for your highness' foldiers ;

Boling. First (heaven be the record to my speech!) The which he hath detain'd for lewd employmenti,
In the devotion of a subject's love,

Like a false traitor, and injurious villain.
Tendering the precious tafety of my prince, Besides I say, and will in battle prove,---
And free from other misbegotten hate,

Or here, or elsewhere, to the furtheft verge
Come 1 appellant to this princely preience.- That ever was furvey'd by Englith eye,--
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, That all the treasons, for these eighteen years
And mark my greeting well; for wliat I speak, Complotted and contrived in this land,
My body shall make good upon this carth, Fetch from false Mou bray their first head and spring.
Or my divine foul antwer it in heaven.

Further I fay,—and further will maintain
Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant ;

Upon his bad life, to make all this good,
Too good to be so, and too bad to live ;

That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death ;
Since, the more fair and crystal is the iky, Suggest his soon-believing adversaries;
The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. And, consoquently, like a traitor coward, [blood ;
Once more, the more to aggravate the note, Sluic'd out his innocent foul through itreams of
With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ; Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,
And with, (so please my sovereign) ere I move, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn' (word To me, for justice, and rough chastisement ;
may prove.

[zeal : And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
Mewb. Let not my cold words here accuse my This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,

Ki Rich. How high a pitch his resolution foars ! The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,

Thomas of Norfolk, what say'lt thou to this?
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain ;

Mowb. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
The blood is hot, that must be coold for this. And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
Yet can I not of fuch tame patience boast, Till I have told this Nander of his blood,
As to be hush'd, and nought at all to fay :

How God, lad good men, hate to foul a liar. (ears:
First, the fair reverence of your highneis curbs me, K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and
From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Were he my brother, ny, my kingdom's heir,
Which else would noft, until it had return'd |(As he is but my father's brother's 100)
These terms of treason dubled down his throat. Now by my sceptre's awe I mke a vow,
Setting aside his high blood's royalty, ..

Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood
And let him be no kintman to my liege,

Should nothing privilege him, or partialize I do defy him, and I spit at him ;

The unstooping tirmness of my upright sout : Call him--a Nanderous coward, and a villain : He is our fubject, Mowbray, to art ilou; Which to maintain, I would allow liim odds; Frec ipecchi, sad fearlet:, I to thee allow. And meet him, were I tyd tu run 2-toot

Vs-b. Then, Beliorbruke, as low as tochvhest, Even to the frozen ridges of ihe Alps,

Through the falle pallage of th; throat, thou liest!
Or any other ground 2 inhabitable

Three parts of that receipt I hard for Calais,
Where ever Englishman durit let his foot. Diibursd 1 to his highness' folders :
Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,

The other part refervd I by confent ;
By all my hopes, mutt faliely doth ne lie. For that my fovereign liege was in my debt,
Buling. Pale trembling cuward, fliere I throw tpon iemainder of a dear account,
my gage,

Since lart I went to France, to fetch Iris queen:
Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ;

Now Swallow down that lie.For Gloiter's and lay aside my high bloou's toynicy,

Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except : I New him not; but, to mine own disgrace,
If guilty dread hath lett thee 10 much trengih, Neglected my fwon duty in that case.-
As to take up mine honour's pain, then itoop; For;11, nr; noble lord of Lancaster,
By that, and all the rites of knighthood else, The horturable father to my foe,--
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, Once did I lay an ambuth for your life,
What I have spuke, or thou canst ivore devise. A trespars that doth vex my grieved soul:

Mowb. I take it up; and, by that awon I swear, But, ere l latt receiv'd the lacrament,
Which gently lay 'd my knighthood on my thoulder, I did confels it; and oxuctly becg'a
I'll answer thee in arry fair degree,

Your grace's pardun, and, I hope, I had it. * Meaning, his sword drawn in a riglit or just cause. 21. e. nor habitable. 3i. c. poliests

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