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Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome : 1 A banish'd traitor : all my treasury
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich'd,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable. Shall be your love and labour's recompense.
But, I bethink me, what a weary way

Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found

lord. In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company:

Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it. Which, I protest, hath very much begu il'd

Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the The tediousness and process of my travel:

poor ; But theirs is sweetend with the hope to have Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, The present benefit which I possess :

Stands for my bounty. But who comes here? And hope to joy, is little less in joy,

Enter BERKLEY. Than hope enjoy'd : by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short ; as mine hath done North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. By sight of what I have, your noble company. Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to you

Boling. Of much less value is my company, Boling. My lord, my answer is-to Lancaster ;
Than your good words. But who comos here? And I am come to seek that name in England :

And I must find that title in your tongue,
Enter HARRY Percy.

Before I make reply to aught you say.
North. It is my son, young Harry Percy,

Berk. Mistake me not, my lord ; 'tis not my Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.

meaning, Harry, how fares


title of your honour out:Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn’d his To you, my lord, I come (what lord you will,) health of you.

From the most gracious regent of this land, North. Why, is he not with the queen? The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the To take advantage of the absent time,“ court,

And fright our native peaco with self-born arms,
Broken his staff of office, and dispers'd
The household of the king.

Enter York, utlended.
What was his reason?

Boling. I shall not need transport my words by He was not so resolv'd, when last we spake toge

you; ther.

Here comes his grace in person.-My noble uncle ! Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed

[Kneels. traitor.

York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg,

knee, To offer service to the duke of Hereford ;

Whose duty is deceivable and false. And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover

Boling. My gracious uncle !
What power the duke of York had levied there ; .

York. Tut, tut !
Then with direction to repair to Ravenspurg. Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle : 5

North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford, boy? I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace,

Percy. No, my good lord ; for that is not forgot, In an ungracious mouth, is but profane.
Which ne'er'I did remember': to my knowledge, Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs
I never in my life did look on him.

Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground? North. Then learn to know him now; this is the But then more why ;-Why have they dar'd to duke.

Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service, So many miles upon her peaceful bosom;
Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war,
Which elder days shall ripen and confirm And ostentation of despised arms?
To more approved service and desert.

Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence ?
Boling. I'thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,
I count myself in nothing else so happy,

And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends; Were I but now the lord of such hot youth,
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,

As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself,
It shall be still thy true lovo's recompense : Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus From forth the ranks of many thousand French;
seals it.

O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, North. How far is it to Berkley ? And what stir Now Keeps good old York there, with his men of war

prisoner to the palsy, chastise thce,

And minister correction to thy fault! Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my trees,

fault ; Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard : On what condition stands it, and wherein ? And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Sey York. Even in condition of the worst degree, mour ;

In gross rebellion, and detested treason : None else of name, and noble estimate.'

Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come, Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY.

Before the expiration of thy time,

In braving arms against thy sovereign. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Wil

Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hercloughby,

ford; Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.

But as I come, I come for Lancaster, Boling. Welcome, my lords : I wot your love pursues

5 In Romeo and Juliet we have the same kind of

phraseology I To joy is here used as a verh; it is equivalent with • Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.' to rejoice. * To joy, to clap hands, to rejoyce.' Barel. 6 Perhaps Shakspeare here uses despised for hated Shakspeare very frequently uses it in this sense. or hateful armg? Sir Thomas Hanmer changed it to

2 ? Your message, you say, is to my lord of Herrford. despiteful, but the old copies all agree in reading desMy answer is, It is not to him, it is to the Duke of Lan. pised. Shakspeare uses the word again in a singular caster.'

sense in Othello, Act i. Sc. 1, where Brabantio exclaims 3 * How the names of them which for capital crimes upon the loss of his daughter :against majestie were erased ou! of the publicke re.

what's to come of my despised time cords, tables, and registers, or forbidden to be borne by Is nought but bitterness.' their posteritie, when their memory was damned, 1 It has been suggested that despised is used to denote could show at large.'- Camden's Remaines, 1603, p. the general conte in which the British hold the 136.

French forces. The duke of Bretagne furnished Bo 4 Time of the king's absence.

lingbroke with three thousand French soldiers.'


And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,

And hardly kept our countrymen together, Ipok on my wrongs with an indifferent' eye: And yet we hear no tidings from the king; You are my father, for, methinks, in you

Therefore we will disperse ourselves : farewell. I see old Gaunt alive; 0, iben, my father!

Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty WelsbWill you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wand'ring vagabond ; my rights and royalties The king reposeth all his confidence Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away

In thee. To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born ? Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead: we will not If that my cousin king be king of England,

stay. It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman ; And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; Had you first died, and he been thus trod down, The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change ; To rouse his wrongs, 2 and chase them to the bay. Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap, I am denied to sue my livery3 here,

The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, And yet my letters patent give me leave :

The other, to enjoy by rage and war: My father's goods are all distrain'd, and sold; These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.And these, and all, are all amiss employ’d. Farewell; our countrymen are gone and fled, What would you have me do? I am a subject, As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. (Erit. And challenge law: Attornies are denied me; Sal. Ah, Richard ! with the eyes of heavy mind, And therefore personally I lay my claim

I see thy glory, like a shooting star, To my ipheritance of free descent.

Fall to the base earth from the firmament ! North. The noble duke hath been too much Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, abus'd.

Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest : Ross. It stands your grace upon to do him right. Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes : Willo. Base men by his endowments are made And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. [Eril.

great. York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs,

ACT III. . And labour'd all I could to do him right :

SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol. EnBut in this kind to come, in braving arms,

ter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, Be his own carver, and cut out his way,

PERCY, WILLOUGHBY, Ross : Officers behind
To find out right with wrong, -it may not be ; with Boshy and GREEN, prisoners.
And you, that do abet him in this kind,
Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all.

Boling. Bring forth these men.
North. The noble duke haib sworn, his coming is Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls
But for his own: and, for the right of that,

(Since presently your souls must part your bodies,) We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;

With too much urging your pernicious lives, And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath.

For 'twere no charity : yet, to wash your blood York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms; From off my hands, here, in the view of men, I cannot mend it, I'must needs confess,

I will unfold some causes of your deaths. Because my power is weak, and all ill left: You have misled a prince, a roval king, But, if I could, -by him that gave me life!

A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, I would attach you all, and make you stoop

By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean.' Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;

You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, But, since I cannot, be it known to you,

Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well ;

Broke the possession of a roval bed, 10 Unless you please to enter in the castle,

And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks And there repose you for this night.

With tears drawn from her eyes by your soul wronga Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept.

Myself-a prince, by fortune of my birth, But we must win your grace, lo

with us

Near to the king in blood; and near in love, To Bristol Castle ; which, they say, is held

Till you did make him misinterpret me,By Bushy, Bagol, and their complices,

Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, The caterpillars of the commonwealth,

And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds, Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away.

Eating the bitter bread of banishment : York. It may be, I will go with you :-but


Whilst you have fed upon my signorics, l'll pause ;

Dispark’d" my parks, and fell'd my forest woods ; For I am loath to break our country's laws.

From my own windows torn my household coat, Nor friends, nor foes, lo me welcome you are: Raz’d out my impress,'? leaving me no sign,Things past redress, are now with me past care.5


9 This enumeration of prodigies is in the highest de

gree poetical and striking. The poet received the hint SCENE IV. A Camp in Wales. Enter Salis- out all the realme of Englande, old baie trees withered,

from Holinshed: In this yeare, in a manner through BURY,' and a Captain.

&c.' This, as it appears from T. Lupton's Syxt Booke Cap. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten of Notable Things, bl. 410. was esteemed a bad omen. days,

* Neyther falling sickness, neyther devyll, wyll infest

or hurt one in that place whereas a bay tree is. The I Indifferent is impartial. The instances of this use Romaynes call it the plant of the gond angel, &c.' See of the word among the poet's contemporaries are very also Evelyn's Sylva, 410. 1776, p. 396. numerous.

9 i. e. quite, completely. 2 Wrongs is probably here used for torongers.

10 There seems to be no authority for this. Isabel. 3 See the former scene, p. 412, n. 7.

Richard's second queen, was but nine years old at this 4 Steevens explains the phrase, 'It stands your period; his first queen, Anne, died in 1392, and he was grace upon,' to mean, it is your interest ; it is matter very fond of her. of consequence to you. But hear Barel, “ The heyre is ii To dispark signifies to divest a park of its name bound; the heyre ought, or it is the heyre's pare io de. and character, by Jestroying the enclosures, and the fend ; it standeth him upon; or is in his charge. In vert (or whatever bears green leaves, whether wood or cumbit defensio mortis hæredi. The phrase is there. underwood,) and the beasts of the chase therein ; laying fore equivalent to it is incumbent upon your grace. it open. Things without remedy

12 The impress was a device, or motto. Ferne, in Should be without regard,

Macbeth. his Blazon of Gentry, 1599, observes that the arms, 6 Johnson thought this scene had been by some acci. &c. of traitors and rebels inay be defaced and removed dent transposedl, and that it should stand as the second where never they are fixed or set. For the punish. scene in the third act.

ment of a base knight see Speaser's Faerie Queen, bo 7 John Montacule, carl of Salisbury.

Tic. iii. st. 37.


Save men's opintons, and my living blood, K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou To show the world I am a gentleman,

not, This, and much more, much more than twice all That when the searching eye of heaven is hid this,

Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, Condemns you to the death :-See them deliver'd Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen,

In murders, and in outrage, bloody here; To execution and the hand of death.

But when, from under this terrestrial ball, Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me, He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, Than Bolingbroke to England.--Lords, farewell. And darts his light through every guilty hole, Green. My comfort is, --that heaven will take our Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, souls,

The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves ? Boling. My Lord Northumberland, see them So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke,despatch'd.

Who all this while hath revell'd in the night, [Escunt NORTHUMBERLAND, and others, with Whilst we were wand'ring with the antipodes, Prisoners.

Shall see us rising in our throne the east, Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house ; His treasons will sit blushing in his face, For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : Not able to endure the sight

of day;. Tell her, I send to her my kind commends ;' But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin. Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. Not all the water in the rough rude sea

Yock. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd Can wash the balm from an anointed king:
Wiin letters of your love to her at large.

The breath of worldly men cannot depose
Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, The deputy elected by the Lord :6

For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd, To fight with Glendower and his complices; To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, Awhile to work, and, after, holiday. (Exeunt.? God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay SCENE II. The Coast of Wales. A Castle in Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the

A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, rieu, Flourish : Drums and Trumpets. Enter

right. King RICHARD, Bishop of Carlisle, AUMERLE,

Enter SALISBURY. and Soldiers.

Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your power?' K. Rich. Barkloughly Castle call you? this at

Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord, hand? Aum. Yea, my lord : How brooks your grace the And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

Than this weak arm : Discomfort guides my tongue, air,

One day too late, I fear, my noble lord,
After your late tossing on the breaking seas?
K. Rich. Needs must I like it well ; I weep for Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth:

0, call back yesterday, bid time return,

And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men! To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,

To-day, lo-day, unhappy day, too late, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,

O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy stale ; As a long parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles, in meeting;

Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers'd, and fled. So, weeping, smiling, grect I thee, my earth,

Aum. Comfort, my liege : why looks your grace And do thee favour with my royal hands.

so pale ? Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,

K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense : But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,

Did triumph in my face, and they are fled ; And heavy-gaited toads, lie in iheir way;

And, till so much blood thither come again,

Have I not reason to look pale and dead? Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet,

All souls that will be safe, fly from my sido ;
Which with usurping steps do trample thee.

For time hath set a blot upon my pride.
Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies :
And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,

Aum. Comfort, my liege: remember who you
Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder;
Whose double congue may with a mortal touch

K. Rich. I had forgot myself: Am I not king ?

Awake thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep’st. Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords ;

Is not the king's name forty thousand names 28 This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones

Arm, arm, my name ! a puny subject strikes Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king

At thy great glory.-Look not to the ground, Shall falter under foul rebellious arms.

Ye favourites of a king į Are we not high? Bishop. Fear not, my lord ; that Power, that made High be our thoughts : I know, my uncle York

Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who you king,

Comes here?
Hath power to keep you king, in spite of all.
The means that heaven yields must be embrac’d,

And not neglected; else, if heaven would,

Scroop. More health and happiness betide iny And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse;

liege, The proffer'd means of succour and redress. Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him.

Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart preWhilst Bolingbroké, through our security,

par'd:10 Grows strong and great, in substance, and in friends.

have been taught to think false or foolish to the reign of

King James I. But this doctrine was never carried fur. 1 Commendations.

ther in any country, than in this island, while the 2 Johnson says, “here may be properly inserted the house of Tudor sat on the throne. last scene of the second act.'

7 Force. 3 The quarto of 1597 reads they.

8 The first quarto reads coward majesty." 4 The old copies reai ' that lights,' &c. The altera 9 So in King Richard Ill.: tion was made by Johnson.

• Besides, ihe king's name is a tower of strength." 5. It is not easy (says Steevens) to point out an image 10. seems to be the design of the poet to raise Rich. more striking and beautiful than this, in any poet, anci- ard to esteem in his fall, and consequently to interest ent or modern.'

the reader in his favour. He gives him only passive 6 Here is the doctrine of the divine right of kings, and fortitude, the virtue of a confessor, rather than of a king of the passive obedience of subjects, expressed in the In his prosperity we saw him imperious and oppressive; strongest terms. Johnson observes that it has been the but in his distress he is wise, patient, and pious.' fashion to impute the original of every lenet whicb we Johnson.



The worst is worldly loss, thou canst unfold. | Let's choose executors, and talk of wills :
Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care ! And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath,
And what loss is it, to be rid of care?

Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
S:rives Bolingbroke to be as great as we ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's,
Greater he shall not be ; if he serve God,

And nothing can we call our own, but death; We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so : And that small modeli of the barren earth, Revolt our subjects that we cannot mend ; Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. They break their faith to God, as well as us: For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, Cry woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay :

And tell sad stories of the death of kings :The worst is death, and death will have his day. How some have been depos’d, some slain in war; Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd; arm'd

Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd; To bear the tidings of calamity

All murder'd:-For within the hollow crown, Like an unseasonable stormy day,

That rounds the morial temples of a king, Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, Keeps death his court: and there the antick sits,' As if the world were all dissoly'd to tears ; Scotsing his state, and grinning at his pomp; So high above his limits swells the rage

Allowing him a breath, a little scene Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land To monarchise, be fear'd, and kill with looks; With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than steel. Infusing him with self and vam conceit,White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless As if this flesh, which walls about our life, scalps

Were brase impregnable; and humour'd thus, Against the majesty; and boys, with women's Comes at the last, and with a little pin voices,

Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king ! Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown:

With solemn reverence ; throw away respect, The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, Of double-fatal yew' against thy state ;

For you have but mistook me all this while : Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills

I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, Need friends :-Subjected thus, And all goes worse than I have power to tell

. How can you say to me--I am a king ? K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell'st a tale Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present so ill :

woes, Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot ?? But presently prevent the ways to wail. What is become of Bushy? where is Green ? To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, That they have let the dangerous enemy

Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ? And so your follies fight against yourself. If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it.

Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight : I warrant, they have made peace with Bolingbroke. And fight and die, is death destroying death;? Scroop. Peace have they made with him, indeed, Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath.

Aum. My father haih a power, inquire of him; K. Rich. o villains, vipers, damn'd without re- And learn to make a body of a limb. demption !

K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well:-Proud Boling Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!

broke, I come Snakes, in my heart-blood warm’d, that sting my To change blows with thee for our day of doom heart!

This ague-fit of fear is over-blown; Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! An easy task it is, to win our own.Would they make peace? terrible hell make war Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power ? Upon their spotted souls for this offence!

Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour. Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky Turns to the scurest and most deadly hate ;

The state and inclination of the day :
Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
With heads, and not with hands : those whom you My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.

I play the torturer, by small and small,
Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken :-
And lie full low, grav'd' in the hollow ground. Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke;
Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wilt- And all your northern castles yielded up,
shire dead?

And all your southern gentlemen in arms Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their Upon his party. heads.

K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.Aum. Where is the duke, my father, with his Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth power ?

(T6 AUMERLE. K. Rich. No matter where ; of comfort no man or that sweet way I was in to despair ! speak :

What say you now? What comfort have we now! Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes

That bids me be of comfort any more." Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

Go, to Flint Castle; there I'll pine away; i Yeu is called double-fatul, because of the poison. 4 A small model, or module, for they were the same in ous quality of the leaves, and on account of the wood | Shak-peare's time, seems to mean in this place a small being used for instruments of death. From some an.) portion or quantity. It is a Latinism, from ó modulus, cient statutes it appears that every Englishman, while the measure or qiantity of a thing.' archery was practised, was obliged to keep in his house 5 It is not impossible that Shak-peare borrowed this either a bow of yeu or some other wood. It has been idea from that most exquisite emblematic book of engra. supposed that yeups were anciently planted in church. vings on wood, the Dance of Death, or Imagines Morris, yards not only to defend the church from the wind, but attributed to Holbein. See the seventh print. on account of their use in making bous ; while their 6 Tradition here seems to mean traditional procti. poisonous quality was kept from doing mischief to the ces, i. e. established or customary homage. caulle, in that sacred enclosure.

7 That is, to die fighting is to return the evil that we 2 The mention of Bagot here is a lapse of the poet or suffer, to destroy the destroyers. the king; but perhaps it may have been intended to 8 This sentiment is drawn from nature. Nothing is mark more strongly the perturbation of the king's mind, more offensive to a mind convinced that its distress is by making him inquire at first for Bagot, whose loyalty, without remedy, and preparing to submit quietly to irre. on further recollection, might show him the improprieiy sistible calamity, than these petty and conjectured of the question.

comforts, which unskilful ofliciousness thinks it virtuo 3 i. e. buried. The verb is not peculiar to Shakspeare. Ito administer,

my lord.

A king, woe's share, shall kingly woe obey. Go, signify as much ; while hero we march
That power I have, discharge ; and let them go Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.-
To ear' the land that hath soinc hope to grow,

(NORTHUMBERLAND advances to the For I have none :-Let no man speak again

Castle, with a Trumpel. To alter this, for counsel is but vain.

Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, dum. My liege, one word.

That from the castle's totter'd' battlements K. Rich.

He does me double


Our fair appointments may be well perus’d. That wounds me with the Hatteries of his tongue. Methinks, King Richard and myself

' should meet Discharge my followers, let them hence:- Away, With no less terror than the elements From Richard's night, to Bolinybroko's fair day. Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock

(Exeunt. At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. SCENE III. Wales. A Plain before Flint Cas- Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:

The ue. Enler, with Drum and Colours, Boling

rage be his, while on the earth I rain BROKE and Forces; Yonx, NORTHUMBERLAND, March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.

My waters ; on the earth, and not on him. and others.

Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, The Welslimen are dispers’d; and Salisbury

A Parley sounded, and answered by another Trum Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed,

pet within. Flourish. Enter on the walls King With some few privale frieuds, upon this coast.

RICHARD, the Bishop of Carlisle, AUMERLE, North. The news is very fair and gooil, my lord;

Scroop, and SALISBURY. Richard not far from hence, hath hid his head.

York. Sec, sce, King Richard doth himself apo York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland,

pear, To say-King Richard :-Alack the heavy day,

A3 doth the blushing discontented sun When such a sacred king should hide his head!

From out the fiery portal of the east; North. Your grace mistakes me;2 only to Be When he perceives the envious clouds are bent brief,

To dim his glory, and to stain the track Left I his title out.

or his brighi passage to the occident. York. The time hath been,

Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, Would you have been so brief with him, he would

As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth Have been so brief with you, to shorten you Controlling majesty; Alack, alack, for woe, For taking so the head, your whole head's length. That any harm should stain so fair a show! Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you

K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have should,

we stood York. Take got, good cousin, further than you to watch the fearful bending of thy knee, should,

[TÓ NORTHUMBERLAND. Lest you mis-take: The leavens are o'er your Because we thought ourself thy lawful king: head.

And if we be, how dare thy joints forget Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not To


their awful duty to our presence ? Myself against their will.—But who comes bere?

If we be not, show us the hand of God
Enter Percy.

That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship; Well,Harry; what, will not this castle yield ?

For well we know, no hand of blood and bone Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,

Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, Against thy entrance.

Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp. Boling. Royally!

And though you think, that all, as you have done, Why, it contains no king ?

Have torn their souls, by turning them from us, Perry.

Yes, my good lord,

And we are barren, and bereft of friends ;It doth contain a king: King Richard lies

Yet know,-my master, God omnipotent, . Within the limits of yon lime and stone :

Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behalf, And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisa Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike bury,

Your children yet unborn, and unbegot, Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman

That list your vassal hands against my head, Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.

And threat the glory of my precious crown. North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle.

Tell Bolingbroke (for yond', methinks, he is,) Boling. Noble lord,"

(T. North. That every stride he makes upon my land, Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle ;

Is dangerous treason: He is come to ope Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parlo

The purple testament of bleeding war; Into his ruin'd cars, and thus deliver :

But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, Harry Bolingbroke

Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand ; Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace

Shall ill become the flower of England's face; And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, To his most royal person : hither come

To scarlet indignation, and bedew Even at his feet to lay my arms and power ;

Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. Provided that, my banishment repeal'd,

North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the And lands restor'd again, be freely granted :


Should so with civil and uncivil arms
If not, I'll use the advantage of my power,
And lay the summer's dest with showers of blood, . Harry Boliogbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand:

Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin,
Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen:
The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke And by the honourable tomb he swears,
It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench

That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land,

And by the royalties of both your bloods,

Currents that spring from one most gracious head; My stooping duty tenderly shall show.

And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; 1 To car the lanıl is to till il, to plouch it.

And by the worth and honour of himself, 2 The word me, which is wanting in the old copies, was supplied by Hammer.

6 The six first lines of this speech are erroneously 3 The oll copy reads, Welcome, Harry :' the emen. given to Bolingbroke in the old copies. dation is Hanmer's.

7 Shakspeare uses the word testament in its legal 4 Shakspeare frequently, in his addresses to persons, sense. Bolingbroke is come to open the testament of begins with an hemistich; and sometimes blends short war, that he may, peruse what is decreed there in his prosaic sentences with his metrical dialogues.

favour. Purple is an thet re to the futuro ö Totter'd, the reading of the two first quartos, is effusion of blood, here probably used for tattering, according to the fre. 8 1. e. England's flowery face, the flowery surface of quent usage of our poet. The other copies read tatter'd | England's soil.

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