enemies And when they from thy bosome plucke a flower Guard it I pray thee with a lurking Adder Whose double tongue may wyth a mortall touch Throwe death vpon thy 〈◊〉 enemies Mocke not my sencelâ—s coniuration Lords This earth shall haue a feeling and these stones Proue armed souldiers ere her natiue King Shall faulter vnder foule rebellions armes Carl. Feare not my Lord that power that made you king Hath power to keepe you king in spight of all The meanes that heauens yeeld must be imbrac't And not neglected Else heauen would And we will not heauens offer we refuse The profered meanes of succors and redresse Aum. He meanes my Lo that we are too remisse Whilst Bulling brooke through our security Growes strong and great in substance and in power King Discomfortable Coosen knowst thou not That when the searching eie of heauen is hid Behinde the globe that lights the lower world Then theeues and robbers range abroad vnseene In murthers and in outrage bouldy here But when from vnder this terrestriall ball He fires the proud tops of the easterne pines And dartes his light through euery guilty hole Then murthers treasons and detested sinnes The cloake of night being pluckt from off their backs Stand bare and naked trembling at themselues So when this thiefe this traitor Bulling brooke Who all this while hath reueld in the night VVhilst we were wandring with the Antipodes Shall see vs rising in our throne the east His treasons will sit blushing in his face Not able to endure the â—ight of day But selfe affrighted tremble at his sinne Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balme off from an annointed King The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath prest To lifte shrewd steele against our golden crowne God for his Ric hath in heauenly pay A glorious Angell then iâ— Aâ—gels fight Weake men must â—all for heauen still gardes the right Enter Saliâ—b King Wâ—lcome my Lo how far off lies your power Salis. Nor 〈…〉 â—arther off my gratious Lo Than this weake 〈…〉 And bids me speake oâ— nothing but Despaiâ—e One day too late I feare me noble Lo Hath clouded all thy happy daies on 〈◊〉 O call 〈…〉 And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men To day to day vnhappie daie too late Ouerthrowes thy ioies friends fortune and thy state For all the Welshmen hearing thou wert dead Are gone to Bullingbrooke disperst and sled Aum. Comfort my liegâ— why looâ—â—s your grace so pale King But now the bloud of 20000. men Did triumph in my face and they are fled And till so much bloud thither come againe Haue I not reason to looke pale and dead All soules that wil be safe 〈…〉 side For time hath set a blot vpon my â—ride Aum. Comfort my liege remember who you are King I had forgot my selâ—e am I not King Awake thou coward Maiesty thou sleepest Is not the Kings name twenty thousand names Arme arme my name a pâ—ny subiect-strikes At thy great glorie looke not to the ground Ye fauourites of a King are we not high High be our thoughts I know my Vnckle Yorke Hath power eâ—ough to serue our turne but who comes here Enter Scroope Scro. More health and happines betide my liegâ— Then can my care tunde tongue deliuer him King Mine eare is open and my hart prepard The worst is worldly losse thou canst vnfold Say is my kingdome lost why twas my care And what losse is it to be rid of care Striues Bullingbrooke to be as great as we Greater he shall not be if he serue God Weele serue him to and be his fellow so Reuolt our subiects that we cannot mende They breake their faith to God as well as vs Crie woe destruction ruine and decay The worst is death and death will haue his day Scro. Glad am I that your highnes is so armde To beare the tidings of calamity Like an vnseasonable stormie day Which makes the siluer riuers drowne their shores As if the world were all dissolude to teares So high aboue his limits swels the rage Of Bullingbrooke couering your fearefull land With hard bright steele and harts harder then steele White beards haue armd their thin and haireles scalpes Against thy maiesty boies with womens voices Striue to speake big and clap their 〈◊〉 ioints In stiffe vnweildy armes against thy crowne Thy very beadsmen learne to bend their bowes Of double fatall ewe against thy state Yea distâ—ffe women mannage rustie bils Against thy seate both young and old rebell And all goes worse then I haue power to tell King Too well too well thou telst a tale so ill Where is the Earle of Wiltsâ—ire where is Bagot What is become of Bushie where is Greene That they haue let the dangerous enemy Measure our confines with such peacefull steps If we preuaile their heads shall pay for it I warrant they haue made peace with Bulling Scro. Peace haue they made with him indeed my Lord. King Oh villaines vipers damnd without redemption Dogs easily woon to fawne on any man Snakes in my hart bloud warmd that sting my hart Three Iudasses each one thrise worse then Iudas Would they make peace terrible hel Make war vpon their spotted soules for this Scro. Sweet loue I see changing his propeâ—ty Turnes to the sowrest and most deadly hate Againe vncurse their soules their peace is made With heads and not with hands those whom you curse Haue felt the worst of deathes destroying wound And lie full low grau'd in the hollow ground Aum. Is Bushie 〈◊〉 and the Earle of Wiltshire dead Scro. I all of them at Bristow lost their heads Aum. Where is the Duke my father with his power King No matter whereâ—of comfort no man speake 〈◊〉 talke of graues of wormes and Epitaphs Make dust our paper and with rainy eies Write sorrow on the bosome of the earth Lets choose executors and talke of wils And yet not so for what can we bequeath Saue our deposed bodies to the ground Our landes our liues and all are Bullingbrookes And nothing can we call our owne but death And that small â—odle of the barren earth Which serues as paste and couer to our bones For Gods sake let vs fit vpon the ground And tell sad stoâ—ies of the death of Kings How some haue beene depoâ—d some slaine in warre â—ome haunted by the ghosts they haue deposed Some poisoned by their wiues some sleeping kild All murthered for within the hollow crowne That roundes the mortall temples of a king Keepes death his court and there the antique sâ—â—s â—cofâ—ng his state and grinâ—ing at his pompe Allowing him a bâ—eath a litle sceane To monarchise be feaâ—d and kil with lookes â—nfusing him with selfe and vaine conceit â—s if this flesh which wals about ourlife â—ere brasse impregnable and humord thus Comes at the last and with a little piâ— Boares thorâ—â—â—â— his Castle wall and farewell King
with the fall of leafe The weedes which his broad spreading leaues did shelter That seemde in eating him to hold him vp Are pluckt vp roote and all by Bullingbrooke I meane the Earle of Wiltshire Bushie Greene Man What are they dead Gard. They are And Bullingbrooke hath ceasde the wastefull king Oh what pitie is it that he had not so trimde And drest his land aâ— we this garden at time of yeare Do wound the barke the skinne of our fruit trees Lest being â—uer prowd in 〈◊〉 bloud With too much riches it 〈◊〉 it selfe Had he done so to great and growing men They might haue liude to beare and he to taste Their fruits of duety supeâ—fluous branches We loppe away that bearing boughes may liue Had he done so himselfe had borne the crowne Which waste of idle houres hath quite throwne downe Man What thinke you the King shall be deposed Gard. Deprest he is already and deposde Tis doubt he will be Letters came last night To a deare friend of the good Duke of Yoâ—kes That tell blacke tidings Queene Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking Thou old Adams likenesse set to dresse this garden How dares thy harsh rude tong sound this vnpleasing news What Eue what serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man Why dost thou say king Richard is deposde Darst â—hou thou little better thing than earth Diuine his downe fall say where when and how Canst thou by this ill tidings speake thou wretch Gard. Pardon me Madam little ioy haue I To breathe this newes yet what I say is true King Richard he is in the mightie hold Of Bullingbrooke their fortunes both are weyde In your Lo. scale is nothing but himselfe And some few vanities that make him light But in the ballance of great Bullingbrooke Besides himselfe are all the English peeres And with that oddes he weighs King Richard downe Post you to London and you will find it so I speake no moâ—e than euery one doth know Queene Nimble Mischance that aâ—â—e so light of foote Doth not thy embassage belong to me And am I last that knowes it Oh thou thinkest To seâ—ue me last that I may longest keepe Thy sorrow in my breast come Ladies go To meete at London Londons king in wo What was I borne to this that my sad looke Should grace the triumph of gâ—eat Bullingbrooke Gardner for telling me these newes of wo Pray God the plants thou graftst may neuer grow Exit Gard. Poore Queene so that thy state might be no worse I would my Skill were subiect to thy cuâ—se Here did she fall a teare here in this place Ile set a banke of Rew sowre hearb of grace Rew euen for ruth heere shortly shall be seene In the remembrance of a weeping Queene Exeunt Enter Bullingbrooke with the Lords to parliament Bull. Call forth Bagot Enter Bagot Now Bagot freely speake thy mind What thou doest know of noble Gloucesters death Who wrought it with the King and who performde The bloudy office of his timeles end Bagot Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle Bull. Cousin stand foorth and looke vpon that man Bagot My Lord Aumerle I know your daring tong Scornes to vnsay what once it hath deliuered In that dead time when Glocesters death was plotted I heard you say Is not my arme of length That reacheth from the restful English court As farre as Callice to mine vncles head Amongst much other talke that very time I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crownes Then Bullingbrookes returne to England adding withall How blest this land would be in this your cosins death Aum. Princes and noble Lords What answer shall I make to this base man Shall I so much dishonour my faire starres On equall termes to giue them chasticement Either I must or haue mine honour soild With the attainder of his slaunderous lippes Theâ—â— is my gage the manual seale of death That maâ—kes thee out for hell I say thou liest And wil maintaine what thou hast said is false In thy heart bloud though being all too base To staine the temper of my knightly sword Bull. Bagot forbeare thou shalt not take it vp Aum. Excepting one I would he were the best In all this presence that hath moude me so Fitz. If that thy valure stand on simpathie There is my gage Aumerle in gage to thine By that faire Sunne which shews me where thou standst I heard thee say and vauntingly thou spakst it That thou wert cause of noble Gloucesters death If thou deniest it twenty times thou liest And I will turne thy falshoode to thy heart Where it was forged with my rapiers point Aum. Thou darst not coward liue to see that day Fitz. Now by my soule I would it were this houre Aum. Fitzwaters thou art damnd to hell for this L. Per. Aumerle thou liest his honour is as true In this appeale as thou art all vniust And that thou art so there I throwe my gage To prooue it on thee to the extreamest point Of mortall breathing ceaze it if thou darst Aum. And if I do not may my hands rot off And neuer brandish more reuengefull steele Ouer the glittering helmet of my foe Another L. I taske the earth to the like forsworne Aumerle And spurre thee on with full as many lies As it may be hollowed in thy treacherous eare From sinne to sinne there is my honors pawne Ingage it to the triall if thou darest Aum. Who sets me else by heauen Ile throwe at all I haue a thousand spirites in one breast To answer twenty thousand such as you Sur. My lord Fitzwater I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talke Fitz. Tis very true you were in presence then And you can witnes with me this is true Sur As false by heauen as heauen it selfe is true Fitz. Surrie thou liest Sur. Dishonorable boy that lie shall lie so heauie on my sword That it shall render vengeance and reuenge Till thou the lie-giuer and that lie do lie In earth as quiet as thy fathers scull In proofe whereof there is my honours pawne Ingage it to the triall if thou darst Fitz. How fondly doest thou spurre a forward horse If I dare eate or drinke or breathe or liue I dare meet Surry in a wildernes And spit vpon him whilst I say he lies And lies and lies there is bond of faith To tie thee to my strong correction As I intende to thriue in this new world Aumerle is guiltie of my true appeale Besides I heard the banished Norffolke say That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men To execute the noble Duke at Callice Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage That Norffolke lies heere do I throwe downe this If he may be repeald to trie his honour Bull. These differences shall all rest vnder gage Till Norffolke be repeald repeald he shallbe And though mine enimie
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
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
haue â—â—â—g thâ—ed howers And added yeares to his short banishment He should haue had a volume of farewels But since it would not he had none of me King He is our Coosens Coosin but tis doubt When time shall call him home from banishment Whether our kinsman come to see his friends Our selfe and Bushie Obserued his courtship to the common people How he did seeme to diue into their harts With humble and familiar courtesie What reuerence he did throw away on slaues Wooing poore craftsmen with the craft of smiles And patient vnder-bearing of his fortune As twere to baâ—ish their affects with him Off goes his bonnet to an oysterwench A brace of draimen bid God speed him wel And had the tribute of his supple knee With thankes my countreymen my louing friendes As were our England in reuersion his And he our subiects next degree in hope Greene. Wel he is gone and with him go these thoughts Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland Expedâ—enâ— mannage must be made my liege Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes For their aduantage and your highnes losse King VVe will our selfe in person to this warre And for our coffers with too great a court And liberall larges are growen somewhat light VVe are inforst to farm our royall Realme The reuenew whereof shall furnish vs For our affaires in hand if that come short Our substitutes at home shall haâ—e blanke charters Whereto when they shal know what men are rich They shal subscribe them for large summeâ— of gold And send them after to supply our wants For we will make for Ireland presently Enter Bushie with newes Bush. Olde Iohn of Gaunt is grieuous sicke my Lord Sodainely taken and hath sent post haste To intreate your Maiestie to visite him King Where lies he Bush. At Ely house King Now put it God in the Physitions mind To help him to his graue immediaâ—ly The liâ—ing of his coffers shall make coates To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres Come gentlemen lets all go visite him Pray God we may make haste and come too late Amen Exeunt Enter Iohn of Gaunt sicke with the duke of Yorke c. Gaunt Wil the King come that I may breathe my last In holsome counsell to his vnstaied youth Yorkâ— Vex not your selfe nor striue not with your breath For all in vaine comes counsell to his â—are Gaunt Oh but they say the tongues of dying men Inforce attention like deepe â—â—rmony Where words are scarce they are seldome spent in vaine For they breathe truth that breathe their wordes in paine He that no more must say is listened more Than they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt than their liues before The setting Sunne and Musike at the close As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last Writ in remembrance more than things long past Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare My deaths sad tale may yet vndeaâ—e his eaâ—e Yorke No it is stopt with other flattering foundes As praises of whâ—se taste the wise are found Lasciuious meeterâ— to whose venome sound The open eare of youth doth alwayes listen Report of fashions in proude Italie Whose maners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base iâ—itation Where doth the world thâ—ust forth a vanitie So it be new theres no respect how vile That is not quickly buzdâ— into his eares Then all too late comes Counsell to be heard Where will doth mutiny with wits regard Direct not him whose way himselfe wil chuse Tis breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose Gaunt Me thinkes I am a prophet new inspirde And thus expiring do foretell of him His rash fierce blaze of ryot cannot last For violent fires soone burne out themselues Small shoures last long but sodaine stormes are short He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes With eagre feeding foode doth choke the feeder Light vanitie insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone praies vpon it selfe This royall throne of Kings this sceptred Ile This earth of maiestie this seate of Mars This other Eden demy Paradice This fortresse built by Nature 〈◊〉 her selfe Against infection and the hand of waâ—re This happy breede of men this little woâ—ld This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as moate defensiue to a house Against the enuie of lesse happier lands This blessed plot this earth this realme this England This nurse this teeming wombe of â—oyall Kings Feard by their breed and famous by theyr byrth Renowned for theyr deedes as far from home For christian seruice and true chiualry As is the sepulchre in stubburne Iewry Of the worlds ransome blessed Maries sonne This land of such deare soules this deere deere land Deare for her reputation through the world Is now leasde out I dye pronouncing it Like to a tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rockie shoare beates backe the enuious siege Of watry Neptune is now bound in with shame With iâ—â—kie blots and rotten parchment bonds That Engâ—and that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conqâ—est of it selfe Ah would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Yorke The King is come deale mildely with his youth For young hot colts being ragde do rage the more Enter king and Queene c. Queene How fares our noble vncle Lancaster King What comfort man how â—st with aged Gaunt Gaunt O how that 〈◊〉 befits my composition Old 〈◊〉 indeede and gaunt in being olde With 〈◊〉 Griefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abâ—taines froâ—â—neate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breedes leanenesse leanenesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherites naught but bones King Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gaunt No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in me I mocke my name great King to flatter thee King Should dying men flatter with those that liue Gaunt No no men liuing flatter those that die King Thou now a dying sayest thou flatterest me Gaunt Oh no thou diest though I the â—icker be King I am in health I breathe and see thee ill Gaunt Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land Wherein thou liest in reputation sicke And thou too carelesse pacient as thou art Commitst thy annoynted body to the cure Of those Physitions that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger than thy head And yet inraged in so small a verge The waste is no whit lesser than thy land Oh had thy grandâ—ire with a
Prophets eie Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why cousin wert thou regent of the world It were a shame to let this land by lease But for thy world enioying but this land Is it not more than shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou now 〈◊〉 not King Thy state of lawe is bondslaue to the lawe And thou King A lunatike leane-witted foole Presuming on an agues priuâ—ledge Darest with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chasing the royall bloud With â—urie from his natiue residence Now by my seates right royall maiestie Wert thou not brother to great Edwards sonne This tong that runnes so roundly in thy head Should runne thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gaunt Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his father Edwards sonne That bloud already like the Pellican Hast thou tapt out and drunkenly carowst My brother Glocester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen mongst happy soules Maie be a president and witnes good That thou respectst not spilling Edwards bloud Ioine with the present sicknes that I haue And thy vnkindnes be like crooked age To crop at once a too long withered flower Liue in thy shame but die not shame with thee These words hereafter thy tormentors be Convay me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honour haue Exit King And let them die that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yorke I doe beseech your Maiesty impute his words To waiward sicklines and age in him He loues you on my life and holdes you deere As Harry Duke of Hereford were he here King Right you say true as Herefords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is North. My liege old Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie King What saies he North. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and al old Lancaster hath spent Yorke Be Yorke the next that must be bankrout so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. King The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish wars We must supplant those rough rugheaded kerne Which liue like venome where no venome else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affaires do aske some charge Towards our assistance we doe seaze to vs The plate coine reueâ—â—â—es and moueables Whereof our Vnckle Gaunt did stand possest Yorke How long shal I be patient ah how long Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong Not Glocesters death nor Herefords banishment Nor Gauntes robukes not Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention or poore Bulling brooke About his mariadge nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sower my patient cheeke Or bende one wrinckie on my soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy father Prince of Wales waâ— first In warre was neuer Lyon ragde more fierce In peace was neuer gentle lambe more milde Then was that young and princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so lookt he Accomplisht with a number of thy howers But when he frowned it was against the french And not against his friends his noble hand Did win what he did spende and spent not that Which 〈◊〉 triumphant fathers hand had wonâ—e His hands were guilty of no kinâ—ed bloud But bloudie with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard Yorke is too far gone with griefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene King Why Vnckle whats the matter Yorke Oh my liege pardone me if you please If not I pleasd not to be pardoned am content with all Seeke you to seaze and gripe into your hands The roialties and rights of banisht Hereford Is not Gaunt dead and doth not Here ford liue Was not Gaunt iust and is not Harrie true Did not the one deserue to haue an heire Is not his heire a well deseruing sonne Take Herefordes rightes away and take from time His charters and his cust omarie rightes Let not to morrow then ensue to daâ—e Be not thy selfe For how aâ—t thou a King But by faire sequence and succession Now afore God God forbidde I say true If you doe wrongfully seaze Herefords rightes Call in the letters patents that he hath By his attourneies generall to sue His liuery and deny his offred homage You plucke a thousand dangers on your head You loose a thousand well disposed hearts And pricke my tender patience to those thoughts Which honour and alleageance cannot thinke King Thinke what you wil we cease into our hands His plate his goods his money and his landes Yorke Ile not be by the while my liege farewell What will ensue hereof thers none can tell But by bad courses may be vnderstood That their euents can neuer fall out good Exit King Go Bushie to the Earle of Wiltshire straight Bid him repaire to vs to Ely house To see this buâ—â—nes to morrow next We will for Ireland and tis time I trow And we create in absence of our selfe Our Vnckle Yorke Lord gouernour of England For he is iust and alwaies loued vs well Come on our Queene to morrow must we part Be merry for our time of staie is short Exeunt King and Queene Manet North. North. Well Lords the Duke of Lancaster is dead Rosse And liuing to for now his sonne is Duke Will. Barely in title not in reuenewes North. Richly in both if iustice had her right Rosse My heart is great but it must breake with silence Eart be disburdened with a liberall tongue North. Nay speake thy mind let him nere speake morâ— That speakes thy words againe to doe thee harme Wil. Tends that thou wouldst speake to the Duke of Herford If it be so out with it boldly man Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him Rosse No good at all that I can doe for him Vnlessâ— you call it good to pitty him Bereft and gelded of his patrimony North. Now afore God tis shame such wrongs are borne In him a royall Prince and many mo Of noble bloud in this declining land The King is not himselfe but basely led By flatterers and what they will informe Meerely in hate gainst any of vs all That will the King seuerely prosecute Gainst vs our liues our children and our heires Rosse The commons hath he pild with grieâ—ous taxes And quite lost their hearts The nobles hath he finde For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts Willo And daily new exactions are deuisde As blanckes beneuolences and I wot not what But what a Gods name doth become of this North. Wars hath not wasted it for warrde he hath not But basely yeeâ—ded vpon compromise That which his noble auncestors atchiued with blowes More hath
detested treason Thou art a banisht man and here art come Before the expiration of thy time In braâ—â—ng armes against thy soueraigne Bull. As I was banisht I was banisht Hereford But as I come I come for Lancaster And noble Vnckâ—e I beseech your grace Looke on my wrongs with an indiffereâ—t eie You are my father for me thinkes in you I see old Gaunt aliue Oh then my father Will you permit that I shall stand condemnd A wandering vagabond my rights and royalties Pluckt from my armes perforce and giuen away To vpstart vnthrifts wherefore was I borne If that my cousin King be King in England It must be granted I am duke of Lancaster You haue a sonne Aumerle my noble cousin Had you first died and he bin thus trod downe He should haue found his vncle Gaunt a father To rowze his wrongs and chase them to the baie I am denyed to sue my Liuery here And yet my leâ—ters paâ—tents giue me leaue My fathers goods are all â—â—strainde and sold And these and all are all amisse employed What would you haue me do I am a subiect And I challenge law Atturnies are denied me And therefore personally I lay my claime To my inheritance of free descent North. The noble Duke hath bin too much abused Rosse It stands your Grace vpon to do him right Willo Base men by his endowments are made great Yorke My Lords of England let me tell you this I haue had feeling of my couâ—ins wrongs And labourd all I could to do him right But in this kind to come in brauing armes Be his owne caruer and cut out his way To finde out right wyth wrong it may not be And you that do abette him in this kinde Cherish rebellion and are rebells all North. The noble Duke hath sworne his comming is But for his owne and for the right of that We al haue strongly sworne to giue him ayde And let him neuer see ioy that breakes that oath Yorke Wel wel I see the issue of these armes I cannot mend it I must needes confesse Because my power is weake and all ill left But if I could by him that gaue me life I would attach you all and make you stoope Vnto the soueraigne mercie of the king But since I cannot be it knowen vnto you I do remaine as newter so fare you well Vnlesse you please to enter in the castle And there repose you for this night Bull. An offer vncle that we will accept But we must winne your Grace to go with vs To Bristow castle which they say is held By Bushie Bagot and their complices The caterpillers of the commonwealth Which I haue sworne to weede and plucke away Yorke It may be I will go with you but yet Ile pawse For I am loath to breake our countries lawes Nor friends nor foes to me welcome you are Things past redresse are now with me past care Exeunt Enter erle of Salisbury and a Welch captaine Welch My lord of Salisbury we haue stayed ten dayes And hardly kept our countrymen together And yet we heare no tidings from the King Therefore we will disperse our selues farewell Salis. Stay yet an other day thou trustie Welchman The King reposeth all his confidence in thee Welch Tis thought the King is dead we wil not stay The bay trees in our country are al witherd And Meteors fright the fixed starres of heauen The pale-facde moone lookes bloudie on the earth And leane-lookt prophets whisper fearefull change Rich men looke sad and ruffians daunce and leape The one in feare to looâ—e what they enioy The other to enioy by rage and warre These signes forerunne the death or fall of Kings Farewell our countrymen arâ—gone and sled As well assuâ—ed Richard their King is dead Salis. Ah Richard with the eies of heauy mind I see thy glory like a shooting staâ—re Fall to the base earth from the firmament Thy sunne sets weeping in the lowly west Witnessing stormes to come wo and vnâ—est Thy friends are fled to wait vpon thy foes And crosly to thy good all fortune goes Enter Duke of Hereford Yorke Northumberland Bushie and Greene prisoners Bull. Bring forth these men Bushie and Greene I will not vex your soules Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues For twere no charitie yet to wash your bloud From off my hands heere in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths You haue misled a Prince a royall King A happy Gentleman in bloud and lineaments By you vnhappied and disfigured cleane You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a diuorce betwixt his Queene and him Brâ—ke the possession of a royall bed And stainde the beutie of a faire Queenes cheekes With teares drawen from her eies by your fowle wrongs My selfe a Prince by fortune of my birth Neere to the King in bloud and neere in loue Till you did make him misinterpret me Haue stoopt my necke vnder your iniuries And sigh't my English breath In forren cloudes Eating the bitter bread of banishment Whilst you haue fed vpon my segâ—ories Disparkt my parkes and felld my forrest woods From my owne windowes torne my houshold coate Racâ—t out my impâ—eese leauing me no signe Saue mens opinions and my liuing bloud To shew the world I am a gentleman This and much more much more then twice all this Condemns you to the death see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death Bush. More welcome is the stroke of death to me Than Bullingbrooke to England Lords farewell Greene My comfort is that heauen will take our soules And plague iniustice with the paines of hell Bul. My Lord Northumberland see them dispatcht Vncle you say the Queene is at your house For Gods sake fairely let her be intreated Tel her I send to her my kinde commends Take special care my greetings be deliuered Yorke A gentleman of mine I haue dispatcht With letters of your loue to her at large Bul. Thankes gentle vncle Come Lords away To fight with Glendor and his complices A while to worke and after holiday Exeunt Enter the King Aumerle Carleil c. King Barkloughly castle call they this at hand Aum. Yea my Lord How brookes your Grace the ayre After your late tossing on the breaking seas King Needes must I like it well I weepe for ioy To stand vpon my kingdome once againe Deere earth I do salute thee with my hand Though rebels wound thee with their horses hoofes As a long parted mother with her childe Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting So weeping smiling greete I thee my earth And do thee fauours with my royall hands Feede not thy Soueraignes foe my gentle earth Nor with thy sweetes comfort his rauenous sence But let thy Spiders that sucke vp thy venome And heauy-gated toades lie in theyr way Doing annoyance to the treacherous feete Which with vsurping steps do trample thee Yeelde stinging nettles to mine
Couer your heades and mocke not flesh and bloud With solemne reuerence throw a way respect Tradition forme and ceremonious duetie For you haue but mistooke me al this while I liue with bread like you feele want Taste griefe neede friends subiected thus How can you say to me I am a King Carleil My lord wisemen nere fit and waile theyr woes But presently preuent the wayes to waile To feare the foe since feare oppresseth strength Giues in your weakenes strength vnto your foe And so your follies fight against your selfe Feare and be slaine no woâ—se can come to fight And fight and die is death destroying death Where fearing dying paies death seruile breath Aum. My father hath a power inquire of him And learne to make a body of a limme King Thou chidst me well prowd Bullingbrooke I come To change blowes with thee for our day of doome This agew fit of feare iâ— ouerblowne An easie taske it is to winne our owne Say Scroope where lies our vncle with his power Speake sweetely man although thy lookes be sower Scroope Men iudge by the complexion of the skie The state and inclination of the day So may you by my dull and heauy eâ—e My tongue hath but a heauier tale to â—ay I play the tortutrer by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken Your vncle Yorke is ioynd with Bullingbrooke And all your Northerne castles yeelded vp And all your Southerne Gentlemen in armes Vpon his partie King Thou hast said enough Beshreâ—y thee couâ—in which didst leade me foorth Of that sweete way I was in to dispâ—iâ—â— What say you now what comfort haue we 〈◊〉 By heauen Ile hate him euerlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more Go to Flint Castle there Ile pine away A King woes slaue shall kingly woe obey That power I haue discharge and let them goe To eare the land that hath some hope to grow For I haue none let no man speake againe To alter this for counsell is but vaine Aum. My Liege one word King He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tong Discharge my followers let them hence away From Richards night to Bullingbrookes faire day Enter Bull. Yorke North. Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne The Welch men are disperst and Salisburie Is gone to meete the King who lately landed With some few priuate friends vpon this coast North. The newes is very fairâ— and good my lord Richard not farre from hence hath hid his head Yorke It would beseeme the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard alacke the heauy day When such a sacred King should 〈◊〉 his head North. Your Grace mistakes onely to be briefe Left I his title out Yorke The time hath bin would you haue beene so briefe with him He would haue bin so briefe to shorten you For taking so the head your whole heads length Bull. Mistake not vncle further then you should Yorke Take not good cousin further then you should Lest you mistake the heauens are ouer our heads Bull. I knowâ—â— vâ—cle and oppose not my selfe Against their will But who comes here Enter Percie Welcome Harry what will not this castle yeelde H. Per. The Castle royally is mand my Lord. Against thy entrance Bull. Royally why it containes no King H. Per. Yes my good Lord It doth containe a King King Richard lies Within the limites of yon lime and stonâ— And with him are the Lord Aumerle Lord Salisbury Sir Stephen Scâ—oope besides a cleargie man Of holy reuerence who I cannot learne North. Oh belike it is the bishop of Carleil Bull. Noble Lords Go to the rude ribbes of that ancient Castle Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parlee Into his ruinde eares and thus deliuer H. Bull. on both his knees doth kisse king Richards hand And sends allegeance and true faith of heart To his most royall person hither come Euen at his feete to lay my armes and power Prouided that my banishment repeald And lands restored againe be freely granted If not Ile vse the aduantage of my power And lay the summers dust with showres of bloud Rainde from the wounds of 〈◊〉 English men The which how 〈◊〉 off from the minde of Bulling It is such crimson tâ—mpest should be drench The fresh greene lap of faire King Richards land My stooping duety tenderly shall shew Go signifie as much while here we march Vpon the grassie carpet of this plaine Lets march without the noyse of threatning drumme That from this Castels tottered battlements Our faire appointments may be well perusde Me thinkeâ— King Richard and my selfe should meete With no lesse terrour than the elements Of fire and water when their thundring shocke At meeting teares the cloudie cheekes of heauen Be he the fire Ile be the yeelding water The rage be his whilst on the earth I raigne My water's on the earth and not on him March on and marke King Richard how he lookes The trumpets sound Richard appeareth on the walls Bull. See see King Richard doth himselfe appeare As doth the blushing discontented Sunne From out the fierie portall of the East When he perceiues the enuious cloudes are bent To dimme his glorie and to staine the tracke Of his bright passage to the Occident Yorke Yet lookes he like a King beholde his eye As bright as is the Eagles lightens forth Controlling maiestie alacke alacke for woe That any harme should staine so faire a shew King We are amazde and thus long haue we stoode To watch the feareful bending of thy knee Because we'thought ouâ— selfe thy lawful King And if wee be howe dare thy ioynts forget To pay their awefull duety to our presence If we be not shew vs the hand of God That hath dismist vs from our Stewardship For well we know no hand of bloud and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our Scepâ—â—r Vnlesse he do prophane steale or vsurpe And though you thinke that all as you haue done Haue torne their soules by turning them from vs. And we are barren and berest of friends Yet know my maister God omnipotent Is mustering in his cloudes on our behalfe Armies of pestilencâ— and they shall strike Your children yet vnborne and vnbegot That lift your vassaile hands against my head And threat the glorie of my precious crowne Tell Bullingbrooke for yon me thinkes he standes That euery stride he makes vpon my land Is dangerous tâ—eason he is come to open The purple testament of blâ—eding warre But ere the crowne he lookes for liue in peace Ten thousand bloudy crownes of mothers sonnes Shall ill become the flower of Englands face Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace To scarlet indignation and bedew Her pastors grasse with faithfull English bloud North. The King of heauen forbid our Lo the king Should so with ciuill and vnciuill armes be rusht vpon Thy thrise noble Cosen Harry Bullingbrooke doth humbly kisse thy hand And by the honorable tombe he sweares That
restord againe To all his landes and signiories when he is returnd Against Aumerle we will inforce his triall Carl. That honourable day shall neuer be seene Manie a time hath banisht Norffolke fought For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian feild Streaming the ensigne of the Christian Crosse Against blacke Pagans Turkes and Saracens And toild with workes of warre retird him selfe To Italie and there at Venice gaue His bodie to that pleasant Countries earth And his pure soule vnto his Captaine Christ Vnder whose coulours he had fought so long Bull. Why B. is Norffolke dead Carl. As surely as I liue my Lord. Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweete soule to the bosome Oâ— good olde Abrahamâ— Lords Appellants Your differences shall all rest vnder gage Till we assigne you to your daies of triall Enter Yorke Yorke Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard who with willing soule Adopts the heire and his high scepter yeeldes To the possession of thy royall hand Ascend his throne descending now from him And long liue Henry fourth of that name Bull. In Gods name Ile ascend the regall throne Car. Maâ—y God forbid Worst in this â—oyall presence may I speake Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth Would God that any in this noble presence Were enough noble to be vpright iudge Of noble Richard Then true noblesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a wrong What subiect can giue sentence on his King And who sits here that is not Richards subiect Theeues are not iudgd but they are by to heare Although apparant guiâ—t be seene in them And shall the figure of Gods Maiesty His Captaine steward deputy elect Annointed crowned planted many yeares Be iudgd by subiect and inferiour breath And he himselfe not present Oh forâ—end it God That in a Christian climate soules refinde Should shew so heinous blacke obsceene a deed I speake to subiects and a subiect speakes Stird vp by God thus boldly for his King My Lord of 〈◊〉 here whom you call King Is a foule traitour to proud Herefords King And if you crownâ— him let me prophesie The bloud of English shall manure the ground And future ages groanâ— for this foule act Peace shall go sleepe with turkes and infidels And in this seate of peace tumultuous warres Shall kin with kin and kinde with kind confound Disorder horror feare and mutiny Shall heere inhabit and this land be cald The field of Golgotha and dead mens sculs Oh if yon raise this house against this house It will the wofullest diuision proue That euer fell vpon this cursed earth Preuent it resist it let it not be so Lest child childs children crie against you wo. North. Well haue you argued sir and for your paines Of Capitall treason we arrest you heere My Lord of Westminster be it your charge To keepe him safely till his day of triall Bull. Let it be so and loe on wednesday next We solemnly proclaime our Coronation Lords be ready all Exeunt Manent West Caleil Aumerle Abbot A wofull Pageant haue we heere behelâ— Car. The woe's to come the children yet vnbornâ— Shall feele this day as sharp to them as thorne Aum. You holy Clergy men is there no plot To ridde the realme of this pernitious blot Abbot My Lo. before I freely speake my mind heerein You shall not onely take the Sacrament To burie mine intents but also to effect What euer I shall happen to deuise I see your browes are full of discontent Your harts of sorrow and your eies of teares Come home with me to supper Ile lay a plot Shall shew vs all a merrie daie Exeunt Enter the Queene with her attendants Quee. This way the King will come this is the way To Iulius Caesars ill erected Tower To whose flint bosome my condemned Lord Is doomde a prisoner by proud Bullingbrooke Heere let vs rest if this rebellious earth Haue any resting for her true Kings Queene Enter Ric. But soft but see or rather doe not see My faire Rose wither yet looke vp behold That you in pittie may dissolue to deâ—w And wash him fresh againe with true loue â—eares Ah thou the modle where olde Troy did stand Thou mappe of honour thou King Richards tombe And not King Richard thou most beauteous Inne Why should hard fauourd greife be Iodged in thee When triumph is become an alehouse guest Rich. ioyne not with greife faire woman doe not so To make my end too sudden learne good soule To thinke our former state a happie dreame From which awakt the trueth of what we are Shewes vs but this I am swoâ—ne brother sweet To grim necessitie and he and I Will keepe a league till death Hie thee to Fraunce And cloister thee in some religious house Our holy liues must win a new worlds crowne VVhich ouâ— prophane houres heere haue throwne downe Quee. what is my Richard both in shape and minde Transformd and weakned hath Bullingbrooke Deposde thine intellect hath he been in thy hart The Lyon dying thrusteth foorth his pawe And woundes the earâ—h if nothing else with rage To be ore-powr'd and wilt thou pupill-like Take the correction mildly kisse the rod And fawne on Rage with base humilitie VVhich art a Lion and the king of beasts King a King of beasts indeed if aught but beasts I had been 〈◊〉 a happie King of men Good sometimes Queene prepare thee hence for France Thinke I am dead and that euen here thou takest As from my death bed thy last liuing leaue In winters tedious nights sit by the fire with good old folkes and let them tell the tales Of woefull ages long agoe be tidde And ere thou bid good night to quite their griefes Tell thou the lamentable tale of me And send the hearers weeping to their beds For why the senslesse brands will simpathize The heauy accent of thy moouing tong And in compassion weepe the fire out And some wil mourne in ashes some cole blacke For the deposing of a rightfull King Enter Northum North. My Lord the minde of Bullingbrooke is changde You must to Pomfret not vnto the Tower And Madam there is order tane for you With al swift speede you must away to France King Northumberland thou ladder wherewithall The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my throne The time shall not be many houres of age More than it is ere foule sinne gathering head Shall breake into corruption thou shalt thinke Though he diuide the realme and giue thee halfe It is too little helping him to all He shall thinke that thou which knowest the way To plant vnrightfull kings wilt know againe Being nere so little vrgde another way To plucke him headlong from the vsurped throneâ— The loue of wicked men conueâ—ts to feare That feare to hate and hate turnes one or both To worthy daunger and deserued death North. My guilt be on my head and there an end Take leaue and part for you must part forthwith King Doubly â—iuorst bad men you violate A
thee Ile not be long behind though I be old I doubt not but to ride as fast as Yorke An neuer will I rise vp from the ground Till Bullingbroke haue pardoned thee away be gone Enter the King with his nobles King H. Can no man tell me of my vnthriftie sonnâ— Tis full three moneths since I did see him last If any plague hâ—ng ouer vs tis he I wouâ—â— to God â—y Lordes he might be found Inquirâ— at London mongst the Tauernes there For there they say he daylie doth frequent With vnrestrained loose companions Euen such they say as stand in narrow lanes And beate our watch and â—ob our passengers Which he yong wanton and effeminate boy Takes on the point of honour to support so dissolute a crew H. Percie My Lord some two dayes since I saw the prince And touâ—d him of those triumphes helde at Oxford King And what said the gallant Per. His answer was he would vnto the stews And from the commonst creature plucke a gloue And weare it as a fauour and with that He would vnhorse the lustiest Challenger King H. As dissolute as desperat yet through both I see some sparkes of better hope which elder yeares May happily bring foorth But who comes heere Enter Aumerle amazed Aum. Where is the King King H. What meanes our cosen that he stares and lookes so wildly Aâ—m God saue your grace I doe beseech your Maiestie To haue some conference with your grace alone King Withdrawe your selues and leaue vs here alone What is the matter with our cosen nowe Aum. For eâ—er mâ—y my knees growe to the earth My tongue cleaue to my rooâ—fe within my mouâ—h Vnlesse a pardon ere I rise or speake King Intended or committed was this fault If on the first how heynous ere it be To win thy after loue I pardon thee Aum. Then giue me leaue that May turne the key That no man enter till my tale be done King Haue thy desire The Duke of Yorke knokes at the doore and crieth Yor. My leige beware looke to thy selfe Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there King Vilain Ile make thee safe Aum. Stay thy reuengefull hand thou hast no cause to feare York Open the dore secure foole hardie King Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face Open the dore or I will breake it open King What is the matter vncle speake recouer breath Tell vs how neare is daunger That wee may arme vs to encounter it Yor. Peruse this writtng heere and thou shalt know The treason that my haste forbids me shew Aum. remember as thou readst thy promise past I do repent me reade not my name there My hart is not confederate with my hand Yor. It was vilaine ere thy hand did set it downe I tore it from the traitors bosome King Feare and not loue begets his penitence Forget to pittie him lest thy pittie proue A Serpent that will sting thee to the hart King O heynous strong and bould conspiracy O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne Thou sheere immaculate and filuer Fountaine From whence this stâ—eame through muddy passages Hath held his current and defild himselfe Thy ouerflow of good conuerts to bad And thy aboundant goodnes shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing sonne Yor. So shall my vertue be his vices baude An he shall spend mine honour with his shame As thriftles sonnes their scraping Fathers gold Mine honour liues when his dishonour dies Or my shamde life in his dishonour lies Thou kilst me in his life giuing him breath The traitor liues the true man's put to death Du. What ho my Liege for Gods sake let me in King H. What shril voice suppliant makes this eger crie Du. A woman and thy aunt great king tis I Speake with me pitie me open the dooâ—e A beggar begs that neuer begd before King Our scene is altred from a serious thing And now changde to the Beggar and the King My dangerous cousin let your mother in I know she is come to pray for your foule sinne Yorke If thou do pardon whosoeuer pray More sinnes for this forgiuenes prosper may This festred ioynt cut off the rest rest found This let alone wil all the rest confound Du. Oh king beleeue not this hard-hearted man Loue louing not it selfe none other can Yorke Thou frantike woman what dost thou make here Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor reare Du. Sweete Yorke be patient heare me gentle Liege King H Rise vp good aunt Du. Not yet I thee beseech For euer wil I walke vpon my knees And neuer see day that the happy sees Till thou giue ioy vntil thou bid me ioy By pardoning Rutland my transgressing boy Aum. Vnto my mothers prayers I bend my knee yorke Against them both my true ioynts bended be Ill maist thou thriue if thou graunt any grace Du. Pleades he in earnest looke vpon his face His eies do drop no teares his prayers are in iest His words come from his month ours from our breast He prayes but faintly and would be denied We pray with heart and soule and all beside His weary ioynts would gladly rise I know Our knees still kneele till to the ground they grow His prayers are full of false hypocrisie Ours of true 〈◊〉 and deepe integritie Our prayers do out pray his then let them haue That mercy which true prayer ought to haue Yorke Good aunt stand vp Du. Nay do not say stand vp Say Pardon first and afterwards stand vp And if I were thy nurse thy tong to teach Pardon should be the first word of thy speach I neuer longd to heare a word till now Say pardon King let pitie teach thee how The word is short but not so short as sweete No word like pardon for Kings mouthes so meete yorke Speake it in French King say Pardonne â—oy Du. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy Ah my sower husband my hard-hearted Lord That sets the word it selfe against the word Speake pardon as tis currant in our land The chopping French we do not vnderstand Thine eie begins to speake set thy tongue there Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine eare That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce Pitie may mooue thee pardon to rehearse King H. Good aunt stand vp Du. I do not sue to stand Pardon is all the sute I haue in hand King I pardon him as God shall pardon me Du. Oh happy vantage of a kneeling knee Yet am I sicke for feare speake it againe Twice saying pardon doth not pardon twaine But makes one pardon strong King H. I pardon him with al my heart Du. A god on earth thou art King H. But for our trusty brother in law and the Abbot With all the rest of that consorted â—rew Destruction strait shal dog them at the heeles Good vncle help to order seuerall powers To Oxford or where ere these traitors are They shall not liue within this world I sweare But I will haue them if I
once know where Vncle farewell and cousin a due Your mother well hath prayed and prooue you true Du. Come my olde sonne I pray God make thee new Exeunt Maneâ— sir Pierâ—â— Exton c. Exton Didst thou not maâ—ke the K what words he spake Haue I no friend will rid me of this liuing feare Was it not so Man These were his very words Exton Haue I no friend quoth heâ—he spake it twice And vrgde it twice togither did he not Man He did Exton And speaking it he wishtly lookt on me As who should say I would thou wert the man That would diuorce this terrour from my heart Meaning the king at Pomfret Come lets go I am the kings friend and will rid his foe Enter Richard alone Rich. I haue beene studying how I may compare This prison where I liue vnto the world And forbecause the world is populous And here is not a creature but my selfe I cannot do it yet Ile hammer it out My braine Ile prooue the female to my soule My soule the father and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts And these same thoughts people this little world In humors like the people of this world For no thought is contented the better sort As thoughts of things diuine are intermixt With scruples and do set the word it selfe Against the word as thus Come little ones then againe It is as hard to come as for a Cammell To threed the posterne of a small needles eie Thoughts tending to ambition they do plot Vnlikely wonders how these vaine weake nailes May teare a passage thorow the flinty ribs Of this hard world my ragged prison walles And for they cannot die in their owne pride Thoughts tending to content flatter themselues That they are not the first of fortunes slaues Nor shall not be the last like seely beggars Who â—itting in the stockes refuge their shame That many haue and others must set there And in this thought they find a kind of ease Bearing their owne misfortunes on the backe Of such as haue before indurde the like Thus play I in one peâ—son many people And none contented sometimes am I King Then treasons make me wish my selfe a beggar And so I am then crushing penurie Perswades me I was better when a king Then am I kingd againe and by and by Thinke that I am vnkingd by Bullingbrooke And strait am nothing But what ere I be Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleasde till he be easde With being nothing Musicke do I heare the musike plates Ha ha keepe time how sowre sweete Musicke is When time is broke and no proportion kept So is it in the musike of mens liues And here haue I the daintinesse of eare To checke time broke in a disordered string But for the concord of my state and time Had not an eare to heare my true time broke I wasted time and now doth time waste me For now hath time made me his numbring clocke My thoughts are minutes and with sighes they iarre Their watches on vnto mine eyes the outward watch Whereto my finger like a dialles poynt Is pointing still in cleansing them â—â—om teares Now â—â—â—the sound that telles what houre it is Are clamorous groanes which strike vpon my hart Which is the bell so sighs and teares and grones Shew minutes times and houres but my time Runnes posting on in Bullingbrokes proud ioye While I stand fooling heere his iacke of the clocke This musicke maddes me let it sound no more For though it haue holp mad men to their witts In me it seemes it will make wise men mad Yet blessâ—ing on his hart that giues it me For tis asigne of loue and loue to Richard Is a strange brooch in this al-hating world Enter a groome of the stable Groome Haile roiall Prince Rich. Thankes noble peare The cheapest of vs is ten grotes too deare What art thou and how comest thou â—ither Where no man neuer comes but that sad dog That brings me foode to make misfortune liue Groome I was a poore groome of thy stable King When thou wert King who trauailling towards Yorke With much adoe at length haue gotten leaue To looke vpon my sometimes roiall maisters face Oh how it ernd my hart when I beheld In London streetes that Corronation day When Bullingbroke rode on Roane Barbarie That horse that thou so often hast bestride That horse that I so carefully haue drest Rich. Rode he on Barbarie tell me gentle freind How went he vnder him Groom So proudly as if he disdaind the ground Ric. So proud that Bullingbroke was on his backe That Iade hath eate bread from my royall hand This hand hath made him proud with clapping him Would he not stumble would he not fall downe Since pride must haue a fal and breake the necke Of that prond man that did vsurpe his backe Forgiuenes horse why do I raile on thee Since thou created to be awed by man Wast borne to beare I was not made a horse And yet I beare a burthen like an asse Spurrde galld and tirde by iauncing Bullingbrooke Enter one to Richard with meaâ—e Keeper Fellow giue place heere is no longer stay Rich. If thou loue me tis time thou wert away Groome What my tong dares not that my heart shal say Exit Groome Keeper My Lord wilt please you to fall to Rich. Taste of it first as thou art wont to do Keeper My Lord I dare not fir Pierce of Exton Who lately came from the King commaunds the contrary Rich. The diuell take Henry of Lancaster and thee Patience is stale and I am wearie of it Keeper Help help help The murderers rush in Rich. How now what meanes Death in this rude assault Villaine thy owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument Go thou and fill another roome in hell Here Exton strikes him downâ— Rich. That hand shall burne in neuer quenching fire That staggers thus my person Exton thy fierce hand Hath with the kings bloud staind the kings owne land Mount mount my soule thy seate is vp on high Whilst my grosse flesh sinckes downeward here to die Exton As full of valure as of royall bloud Both haue I spilld Oh would the deede were good For now the diuell that told me I did well Saies that this deede is chroniâ—led in hell This dead king to the liuing king Ile beare Take hence the rest and giue them buriall 〈◊〉 Enter Bullingbrooke with the duke of Yorkâ— King Kind vncle Yorke the latest newes we hearâ— Is that the rebels haue consumed with fire Our towne of Ciceter in Gloucestershire But whether they be tane oâ— slaine we heare not Enter Northumberland Welcome my Lord what is the newes Nâ—rth First to thy sacred state wish I all happinesse The next newes is I hâ—ue to London sent The heades of Oxford Salisbury Blunt and Kent The maner of their taking may appeare At large discoursed in this paper heere King We thanke thee gentle Pâ—â—cie for thy paines And to thy woorth will adde right worthy gaines Enter Lord Fitzwaters Fitz. My Lord I haue from Oxford sent to London The heads of Broccas and sir Benet Seely Two of the daungerous consorted traiâ—ors That fought at Oxford thy dire ouerthrow king Thy paines Fitz. shall nor be forgot Right noble is thy merit well I wot Enter H. Percie Percie The grand conspirator Abbot of Westminster With clog of conscience and sowre melancholy Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue But here is Carleil liuing to abide Thy kingly doome and sentence of his pride king Carleil this is your doome Choose out some secret place some reuerent roome More than thou bast and with it ioy thy life So as thou liu'st in peace die free from strife For though mine enemy thou hast euer beene High sparkes of honour in thee haue I seene Enter â—xton with the coffin Exton Great King within this coffin I prâ—sent Thy buried feare herein all breathlesse lies The mightiest of thy greacest enemies Richard of Burdeaux by me hither brought king Exton I thanke thee not for thou hast wrought A deed of slaunder with thy fatall hand Vpon my head and all this famous Land Exton From your owne mouth my Lo. did I this deed King They loue not poison that do poison neede Nor do I thee though I did wish him dead I hate the murtherer loue him murthered The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labor But neither my good word nor Princely fauour With Cayne go wander through shades of night And neuer shew thy head by day nor light Lordes I protest my soule is full of wo That bloud should sprincle me to make me grow Come mourne with me for what I do lament And put on sulleyn blacke incontinent Ile make a voiage to the holly lande To wash this bloud off from my guiltie hand March sadly after grace my mournings heere In weeping after this vntimely Beere FINIS