comes too late Mow. Then thus I turne me from my câ—untries light To dwel in solemne shades of endlesse night King Returne againe and take an othe with thee Lay on our royall sword your banisht hands Sweare by the duty that y'owe to God Our part therein we banish with your selues To keepe the oath that we administer You neuer shall so helpe you truth and God Embrace each others loue in banishment Nor neuer looke vpon each others face Nor neuer write regreete nor reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate Nor neuer by aduised purpose meete To plot contriue or complot any ill Gainst vs our state our subiects or our land Bul. I sweare Mow. And I to keepe al this Bul. Norffolke so fare as to mine enemy By this time had the King permitted vs One of our soules had wandred in the aire Banisht this fraile sepulchre of our flesh As now our flesh is banisht from this land Confesse thy treasons ere thou flie the realme Since thou hast far to go beare not along The clogging burthen of a guiltie soule Mow. No Bullingbrooke if euer I were traitour My name be blotted from the booke of life And I from heauen banisht as from hence But what thou art God thâ—u and I do know And al too soone I feare the King shall rew Farewell my Liege now no way can I stray Saue backe to England al the worlds my way Exit King Vncle euen in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieued heart thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banisht yeeres Pluckt foure away sixe frozen winters spent Returne with welcome home from banishment Bull. How long a time lies in one little word Foure lagging winters and foure wanton springes End in a word such is the breath of Kinges Gaunt I thanke my liege that in regard of me He shortens foure yeares of my sonnes exile But little vantage shall I reape thereby For eare the sixe yeares that he hath to spend Can change their moones and bring their times about My oâ—le-dried lampe and time bewasted light Shall be extint with age and endlesse nightes My intch of taper will be burnt and done And blindfold Death not let me see my sonne King Why Vnckle thou hast many yeares to liue Gaunt But not a minute King that thou canst giue Shorten my daies thou canst with sullen sorrowe And plucke nights from me but not lend a morrow Thou canst helpe time to furrow me with age But stoppe no wrinckle in his pilgrimage Thy word is currant with him for my death But dead thy kingdome cannot buy my breath King Thy sonne is banisht vpon good aduise Whereto thy tong a party verdict gaue Why at our iustice seemst thou then to lowre Gaunt Things sweet to taste prooue in digestion sowre You vrgde me as a iudge but I had rather You would haue bid me argue like a father Oh had't beene a stranger not my child To smooth his fault I should haue beene more milde A partial slaunder sought I to auoide And in the sentence my owne life destroyed Alas I lookt when some of you should say I was too strict to make mine owne away But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tongue Against my will to do my selfe this wrong King Coosen farewel and Vnckle bid him so Sixe yeares we banish him and he shall go Exit Au. Cosin fare wel what presence must not know From where you doe remaine let paper shew Mar. My Lord no leaue take I for I will ride As farre as land will let me by your side Gaunt Oh to what purpose doest thou hoard thy words That thou returnest no greeting to thy friends Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you When the tongues office should be prodigall To breathe the aboundant dolor of the heart Gaunt Thy griefe is but thy absence for a time Bull. Ioy absent griefe is present for that time Gaunt What is sixe winters they are quickly gone Bul. To men in ioy but griefe makes one hower ten Gaun Call it a trauaile that thou takst for pleasure Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so Which findes it an infoâ—ced pilgrimage Gaun The sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteeme as foyle wherein thou art to set The pretious Iewell of thy home returne Bul. Nay rather euery tedious stride I make Will but remember me what a deale of world I wander from the Iewels that I loue Must I not seâ—ue a long apprentishood To forreine passages and in the end Hauing my freedome boast of nothing else But â—hat I was a iourneyman to griefe Gaun All places that the eâ—e of heauen visits Are to a wiseman portes and happie hauens Teach thy necessity to reason thus There is no vertue like necessity Thinke not the King did banish thee But thou the King Woe doth the heauier sit Where it perceiues it is but faintly borne Go say I sent thee foorth to purchase honour And not the King exilde thee or suppose Deuâ—uring pestilence hangs in our aire And thou aâ—t flying to a fresher clime Looke what thy soule holds deare imagine it To ly that way thou goest not whence thou comst Suppose the singing birds musitions The grasse whereon thou treadst the presence strowd The flowers faire Ladies and thy steps no more Then a delightfull measure or a dance For gnarling sorrow hath lesse power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light Bul. Oh who can hold a fier in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantasticke sommers heate Oh no the apprehension of the good Giues but the greater feeling to the worse Fell sorrowes tooth doth neuer â—anckle more Then when he bites but launceth not the soare Gaun Come come my sonne lie bring thee on thy way Had I thy youth and cause I would not stay Bul. Then Englands ground fare well sweet soile adiew My mother and my nurse that beares me yet Where care I wander boast of this I can Though banisht yet a true borne English man Exeunt Enter the King with Bushie c at one dore and the Lord Aumarlc at another King We did obserue Coosen Aumarle How far brought you high Hereford on his way Aum. I brought high Herford if you call him so But to the next high way and there I left him King And say what store of parting teares were shed Aum. Faith none for me except the Northe ast winde Which then blew bitterly against our faceâ— Awakâ— the sleeping rhewme and so by chance Did grace our hollow paâ—ting with a teare King What said our cousin when you parted with him Aum. Farewel for my hart disdained that my tongue Should so prophane the word that taught me craft To counterfaite oppression of such griefe That words seemd buried in my sorrowes graue Marry would the word Farewel
THE Tragedie of King Richard the second As it hath beene publikely acted by the right Honourable the Lorde Chamberlaine his Seruants LONDON Printed by Valentine Simmes for Androw Wise and are to be sold at his shop in Paules church yard at the signe of the Angel 1597. ENTER KING RICHARD IOHN OF GAVNT WITH OTHER Nobles and attendants King Richard OVld Iohn of Gaunt time honoured Lancaster Hast thou according to thy oath and bande Brought hither Henrie Herford thy bolde sonne Here to make good the boistroâ—â—â—ate appeale Which then our leysure would not let vs heare Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Moubray Gaunt I haue my Leige King Tell me moreouer hast thou sounded him If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice Or worthâ—â—y as a good subiect should On some knowne ground of treacherie in him Gaunt As neere as I could sift hiâ— on that argument On some appaâ—ent daunger seene in him Aimde at your highnes no inueterate malice King Then call them to our presence face to face And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare The accuser and the accused freely speake High stomackt are they both and full of ire In rage deafe as the sea hastie as fire Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray Bulling Manie yeares of happie daies be fall My gratious soueraigne my most louing liege Moâ—â— Each day still better others happines Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap Adde an immortall title to your Crowne King We thâ—nke you both yet one but flatters vs As well appeareth by the cause you come Namely to appeale each other of high treason Coosin of 〈◊〉 what dost thou obiect Against the Duke of Norffolke Thomas Mowbray Bull. First heauen be the record to my speech In the deuotion of a subiects loue Tendring the pretious safetie of my Prince And free from other misbegotten hate Come I appellant to this princely presence Now Thomas Mowbray do I turâ—â— to thee And marke my greeting well for what I speake My body shall make good vpon this earth Or my diuine soâ—le answer it in heauen Thou art a traitour and a miscreant Too good to be so and too bad to liue Since the more faire and cristall is the skie The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flâ—e Once more the more to aggrauate the note With a foule traâ—tors name stuffe I thy throte And wish so please my Soueraigne ere I moue What my tong speaks my right drawen sword may prouâ— Mow. Let not my cold wordes here accuse my zeale Tis not the triall of a womans warre The bitter clamour of two eger tongues Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine The bloud is hote that must be coold for this Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be huisht and naught at all to say First the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbs me From giuing reines and spurtes to my free speech Which else would post vntill it had â—eturnd These termes of treasoâ— doubled downe his throat Setting aside his high blouds royaltie And let him be no kinsman to my Liege I do defie him and I spit at him Call him a slaunderous coward and a villaine Which to maintaine I would allow him ods And meete him were I tied to runne afoote Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes Or any other ground inhabitable Where ouer Englishman durst set his foote Meane time let this defend my loyaltie By all my hopes most falsly doth he lie Bull. Pale trembling coward there I throw my gage Disclaiming here the kinred of the King And lay aside my high bloudes royaltie Which Feare not Reuerence makes thee to except If guilty dread haue left thee so mâ—â—â—ngth As to take vp mine honours pawn◠〈◊〉 stowpe By that and all the rites of Knighthooâ—e else Wâ—ll I make good against thee arme to arme What I haue spoke or thou canst worst deuise Mow. I take it vp and by that sword I sweare Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder Ile answer thee in any faiâ—e degree Oâ— chiualrous designe of knightly triall And when I mount aliue may I not light If I be traitor or vniustly fight King What doth our ccusin lay to Mowbraies charge It must be great that can inherit vs So much as of a thought of ill in him Bul. Looke what I speake my life shall proue it true That Mowbray hath receiude eight thousand nobles In name of Lendings for your Highnes souldiours The which he hath deâ—aind for lewd â—mployments Like a false traitour and iniurious villaine Besides I say and will in battle proue Or here or elsewhere to the furâ—hest Verge That euer was 〈◊〉 by English eye That all the treason for these eighteene yeares Complotted and contriued in this land Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring Further I say and further will maiâ—taine Vpon his bad life to make all this good That he did plotte the Duke of Glocesters death Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries And consequently like a taitour coward Slucte out his innocent soule through streames of bloud Which bloud like sacrificing Abels cries Euen from the tounglesse Cauernes of the earth To me for iustice and rough chastisement And by the glorious worth of my descent This arme shall do it or this life be spent King How high a pitch his resolution soares Thomas of Noâ—folk 〈◊〉 saiâ—t thou to this Mowb. Oh let 〈◊〉 raigne turne awaie his face And bid his eares a 〈◊〉 while be deafe Till I haue tolde this slaunder of his bloud How God and good men hate so foule a lier King Mowbray impartiall are our eies and eares Were he my brother nay my kingdomes heire As he is but my fathers brothers sonne Now by scepters awe I make a vowe Such neighbour neerenes to our sacred bloud Should nothing priuiledge him nor partialize The vnstooping firmenesse of my vpright soule He is our subiect Mowbray so art thou Fâ—ee speech and fearelesse I to thee allowe Mowb. Then Bullingbrooke as lowe 〈◊〉 to thy heart Through the false passage of thy throate thou liest Three partes of that receipte I had for Callice Disburst I duely to his highnesse souldiers The other part reserude I by consent For that my soueraâ—gne liege was in my debt Vpon remainder of a deare account Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene Now swallow downe that lie For Glocesters death I slewe him not but to my owne disgrace Neglected my sworne duety in that case For you my noble Lord of Lancaster The honourable father to my foe Once did I lay an ambushe for your life A trespasse that doth vex my grieued soule Ah but ere I last receiude the Sacrament I did confesse it and exactly begd Your graces pardon and I hope I had it This is my fault as for the rest appeald It issues from the rancour of a villaine A recreant and most degenerate traitour Which in my selfe I bodly will defende And enterchangeably hurle downe my gage Vpon this ouer
Knight shouâ—d violate Both to defend my loyalty and tâ—uth To God my King and my succeeding â—sâ—ue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this mâ—ne aâ—me To proue him in defending of my selfe A traitour to my God my King and me And as I truely fight defend me heauen The trumpets sound Enter Duke of Hereford appellant in armour King Marshall aske yonder Knight in armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus plated in habiliments of warre And formally according to our lawe Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst thou hither Before king Richard in his royall lists Against whom comes thou and whats thy quarrell Speake like a true Knâ—ght so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Darbie Am I who ready here do stand in Armes To proue by Gods grace and my bodies valour In lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norffolke That he is a traitour foule and dangerous To God of heauen king Richard and to me And as I truely fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardy as to touch the listes Except the Martiall and such officers Appoynted to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Martiall let me kisse my Souereigâ—es hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and wearie pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And louing fare well of our seuerall friends Mar. The appellant in all duety greetes your Highnes And câ—aues to kisse your hand and take his leaue King We will descend and fold him in our armes Coosin of Herford as thy cause is right So be thy fortune in this royall fight Farewell my bloud which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge the dead Bul. O let no nâ—ble eie prophane a teare For me if I be goâ—de with Mowbraies speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My lâ—uing Lord I take my leaue of yoâ— Of you my noble cousin Lord Aumarle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lusty yong and cheerely drawing breth Loe as at English feasts so I regreet The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthly Authour of my bloud Whose youthfull spirite in me regenerate Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me vp To reach at Victory aboue my head Adde proofe vnto mine armour with thy prayers And with thy blessings steele my launces point That it may enter Mowbraies wâ—xen cote And furbish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt Euen in the lustie hauiour of his sonne Gaunt God in thy good cause make thee prosperous Be swift like lightning in the execution And let thy blowes doubly redoubled Fall like amazing thunder on the caske Of thy adueâ—se pernitious enemy Rowze vp thy youthfull bloud be valiant and liue Bul. Mine innocence and saint George to thriue Mowb. How euer God or Fortune cast my lot There liues or dies true to King Richards thronâ— A loyall iust and vpright Gentleman Neuer did captiue with a freer heart Cast off his chaines of bondage and embrace His golden vncontrould enfranchisment More than my dauncing soule doth celebrate This feast of battle with mine aduersarie Most mighty Liege and my companion Peeres Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeeres As gentle and as iocund as to iest Go I to fight truth hath a quiet breâ—t King Farewell my Lord securely I espie Vertue with Valâ—ur couched in thine eie Order the triall Martiall and beginne Mart. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Darby Receiue thy launce and God defend the right Bul. Strong as a tower in hope I cry Amen Mart. Go beare this lance to Thomas Duke of Norfolke Herald Harry of Herford Lancaster and Daâ—by Stands here for God his soueraigne and himselfe On paine to be found false and recreant To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mâ—wbray A traitor to his God his king and him And dares him to set forward to the fight Herald 2 Here standeth Thomas Mowbray D of Norfolk On paine to be found false and recreant Both to defend himselfe and to approue Henry of Hereford Lancaster and Darby To God his soueraigne and to him disloyall Couragiously and with a free desire Attending but the â—ignall to beginne Mart. Sound trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay the king hath throwen his warder downe King Let them lay by their helmets and their speares And both returne backe to their chaires againe Withdraw with vs and let the trumpets sound While we returne these dukes what we decree Draw neere and list What with our counsell we haue done For that our kingdomes earth shouâ—d not be soild With that deare bloud which it hath â—ostered And for our eies do hate the 〈◊〉 aspect Of ciuill wounds plowd vp with neighbours sword And for we thinke the Egle-winged pride Of skie-aspiring and ambitious thoughts With riuall-hating 〈◊〉 set on you To wake our peace which in our Countries â—radâ—e Drawes the sweet infant â—reath of gentle sleepe Which so roâ—zde vp with boistrous vntunde drummes With harsh resounding trumpets dreadfull bray And grating shocke of wrathfully on armes Might from our quâ—et confines fâ—ight faire Peace And make vs wade euen in our kinreds bloud Therefore we banish you our territories You cousin Hereford vpon paine of life Til twice fiue summers haue enricht our fields Shall not regreete our faire dominions But treade the stranger paths of banishment Bul. Your will be done this must my comfort be That Sunne that warmes you here shall shine on me And those his golden beames to you heere lent Shall point on me and guilde my banishment King Norfolke for thee remaines a heauier doome Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce The she slow houres shall not determinate The datelesse limite of thy deere exile The hoplesse word of neuer to returne Breathe I against thee vpon paine of life Mowb. A beauy sentence my most soueraigne Liege And all vnlookt for from your Highnesse mouth A deerer merit not so deepe a maime As to be cast foâ—th in the common ayre Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands The language I haue learnt these forty yeeres My natiue English now I must forgo And now my tongues vse is to me no more Than an vnstringed violl or a harpe Or like a cunning instrument casde vp Or being open put into his hands That knowes no touch to tuâ—e the harmonie â—ithin my mouth you haue engaoid my tongue Doubly portcullist with my teeth and lippes And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance Is made my Gaâ—ler to attend on me I am too olde to fawne vpon a nuâ—se Too far in yeeres to be a pupill now What is thy sentence but speechlesse death Which robbes my tongue from bâ—eathing natiue breath King It bootes thee not to be compassionate After our sentence playning
he spent in peace then they in wars Rosse The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in farme Will. The King growen banckroâ—t like a broken man North. Reproch and dissolution hangeth ouer him Rosse He hath not money for these Irish wars His burthenous taxations notwithstanding But by the robbing of the banisht Duke North. His noble kinsman most degenerate King But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme We see the wind sit sore vpon our failes And yet we strike not but securely perish Rosse We see the very wracke that we must suffer And vnauoided is the danger now For suffering so the causes of our wracke North. Not so euen through the hollow eies of death I spie life peering but I dare not say How neere the tidings of our comfort is Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts as thou dost ours Rosse Be confident to speake Northumberland We three are but thy selfe and speaking so Thy words are but as thoughts therefore be bold North. Then thus I haue from le Port Blan A Bay in Brittaine receiude intelligence That Harry duke of Herâ—ord Rainold L. Cobham That late broke from the Duke of Exeter His brother archbishop late of Canterburie Sir Thomas Eâ—pingham sir Iohn Ramston Sir Iohn Norbery sir Robert Waterâ—on and Francis Coinâ—s All these well furnished by the Duke of Brittaine With eight tall shippes three thousand men of warre Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore Perhaps they had erâ— this but that they stay The first departing of the King for Ireland If then we shall shake off our slauish yoke Impe out our drowping countries broken wing Redeeme from Broking pawne the blemisht Crowne Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters guilt And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe Away with me in post to Rauenspurgh But if you faint as fearing to do so Stay and be secret and my selfe will go Rosse To horse to horse vrge doubts to them that feare Willo Holde out my horse and I will first be there Exeunt Enter the Queene Bushie Bagot Bush. Madam your maiestie is too much sad You promist when you parted with the King To lay aside life-harming heauines And entertaine a cheerefull disposition Queene To please the king I did to please my selfe I cannot do it yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as Griefe Saue bidding farewell to so swâ—â—te a guest As my sweete Richard yet agayne me thinkes Some vnborne sorrow ripe in Fortunes wombe Is commâ—ng towardes me and my inward soule With nothing trembles at something it grieues More then with parting from my Lord the King Bushie Each substance of a griefe hath twenty shadowes Which sheweâ— like griefe it selfe but is not so For Sorrowes eyes giazed with blinding teares Diuides one thing entire to many obiects Like perspectiues which rightly gazde vpon Shew nothing but confusion eyde awry Distinguish forme so your sweet maiestie Looking awry vpon your Lords departure Finde shapes of griefe more than himselfe to waile Which lookt on as it is is naught but shadows Of what it is not then thrice gracious Queene More then your Lords departure weep not more is not seen Or if it be tis with false Sorrowes eye Which for things true weepes things imaginarie Queene It may be so but yet my inward soule Perswades me it is otherwise how ere it be I cannot but be sad so heauie sad As thought on thinking on no thought I thinke Makes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke Bush. Tis nothing but conceit my gratious Lady Queene Tis nothing lesse conceit is still deriude From some forefather griefe mâ—ne is not so For nothing hath begot my something griefe Or something hath the nothing that I grieue Tis in reuersion that I do possesse But what it is that is not yet knowen what I cannot name tis nâ—melesse woe I wot Greene God saue your maiesty and well met Gentlemen I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland Queene Why hopest thou so tis better hope he is For his designes craue haste his haste good hope Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt Greene That he our hope might haue retirde his power And driuen into despaire an enemies hope Who strong'y hath set footing in this land The banisht Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe And with vplifted armes is safe ariude at Rauenspurgh Queene Now God in heauen forbid Greene Ah Madam tis too true and that is worse The lord Northumberland his son yong H. Percie The lords of Rosse Beaumond and Willoughby With all their powerful friends are fled to him Bush. Why haue you not proclaimd Northumberland And al the rest reuolted faction traitours Greene We haue whereupon the earle of Worcesâ—er Hath brokâ—n his Staffe resignd his Stewardship And al the houshold seruants sled with him to Bullingbrook Queene So Greene thou art the midwife to my woe Anâ— Bullingbrooke my sorowes dismall heire Now hath my soule brought forth her prodigie And I a gasping new deliueâ—d mother Haue woe to woe sorow to soâ—ow ioynde Bushie Dispaire not Madam Queene Who 〈◊〉 hinder me I will dispaire and be at enmitie With cousening Hope he is a flatterer A parasite a keeper backe of Death Who gently would dissolue the bands of life VVhich false Hope lingers in extremitie Greene Here comes the Duke of Yorke Queene VVith signes of war about his aged necke Oh ful of carefull busines are his lookes Vncle for Gods sake speake comfortable wordes Yorke Should I do so I should bely my thoughts Comfort's in heauen and we are on the earth VVhere nothing liues but câ—osses cares and griefe Your husband he is gone to saue far off VVhilst others come to make him loose at home Heere am I lefâ— to vnderprop his land Who weake with age cannot support my selfe Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made Now shall he trie his friends that flatterd him Seruingman My Lord your son was gone before I came Yorke He was why so go all which way it will The nobles they are fled the commons they are colde And will I feare reuolton Herefords side Sâ—rra get thee to Plashie to my sister Glocester Bid her send me presently a thousand pound Hold take my ring Seruingman My Lord I had forgot to tel your Lordship To day as I came by I called there But I shall grieue you to report the rest Yorke What ist knaue Seruingman An houre before I came the Dutchesse died Yorke God for his mercy what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this wofull land at once I know not what to do I would to God So my vntruth had not prouokt him to it The King had cut off my head with my brothers Whâ—t are there no Posts dispatcht for Ireland Hâ—w shal we do for money for these wars Come sister cousin I would say pray pardon me Go fellow get thee home prouide some cartes And bring