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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59496	The history of King Richard the Second acted at the Theatre Royal under the name of The Sicilian usurper : with a prefatory epistle in vindication of the author, occasion'd by the prohibition of this play on the stage / by N. Tate.	Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Richard II.	1681 (1681)	Wing S2921; ESTC R15526	39,736	70

thy Fortune in this Royal Fight Farewel my Blood which if thou chance to shed Lament we may but not revenge the dead Bull. No noble eye be seen to loose a Tear On me if I be foil'd by Mowbrays Arm As confident as is the Faulcon's flight At tim'rous Birds do I with Mowbray fight O thou the gen'rous Author of my Blood To Gaunt Whose youthful Spirit enflames and lifts me up To reach at Victory above my Head Add proof to this my Armour with thy Pray'rs And with thy Blessings point my vengeful Sword To furbish new th' illustrious name of Gaunt Mow. However Heaven or Fortune cast my Lot There lives or dies a just and loyal man Never did wretched Captive greet the hour Of freedom with more welcome or delight Than my transported soul do's celebrate This Feast of battle Blessings on my King And peace on all King Farewell my Lord Virtue and Valour guard thee Marshal finish Marsh. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derby Receive thy Sword and Heav'n defend thy Right Fear this to Mowbray Mow. Curse on your tedious Ceremonies more To us tormenting then t'expecting Bridegrooms The signal for Heav'ns sake Marsh. Sound Trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay stay the King has thrown his Warder down King Command the Knights once more back to their Posts And let the Trumpets sound a second charge Whilst with our Lords we briefly do advise Another flourish after which the King speaks Command 'em to resigne their Arms and listen To what we with our Council have Decreed For that our Eyes detest the spectacle Of Civil Wounds from whence the dire infection Of general War may spring we bar your Combat Suppress those Arms that from our Coast wou'd fright Fair Peace and make us wade in Kinsmen's Blood And lest your Neighbour-hood cause after-broils We banish you our Realms to different Climes You Bullingbrook on pain of Death Till twice five Summers have enircht our Fields Bull. And must this be your Pleasure well Your pleasure stand 't will be my comfort still The Sun that warms you here shall shine on me And guild my Banishment King Mowbray for thee remains a heavier doom The slow succeeding hours shall not determine The dateless limit of thy dear exile The hopeless word of never to return Breath we against thee upon pain of Death Mow. A heavy Sentence my most Sov'raign Lord The Language I have learnt these Forty years My native English must I now forgo I am too old to fawn upon a Nurse And learn the Prattle of a forraign tongue What is thy Sentence then but speechless Death You take the cruelst way to rob my Breath King Complaint comes all too late where we decree Mow. Then thus I turn me from my Countries light Pleas'd with my doom because it pleas'd the King Farewell my Lord now Mowbray cannot stray Let me shun England all the worlds my way King Return again and take an Oath with thee Lay on our Royal Sword your banisht Hands Swear by the duty that you owe to Heav'n Nere to embrace each others love in Banishment Nor ever meet nor write to reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate Nor Plot to turn the edge of your Revenge On Us our State our Subjects and our Land Bull. I Swear Mow. And I to keep all this Bull. By this time Mowbray had the King permitted One of our Souls had wandered in the Air As now our flesh is doomd on Earth to wander Confess thy Treason ere thou fly the Land Since thou hast far to go bear not along Th'incumbring Burden of a guilty Soul Mow. No Bullingbrook if ever I were false Let Heav'n renounce me as my Country has But what thou art Heav'n Thou and I do know And all my heart forbodes too soon shall rue My absence then shall yet this comfort bring Not to behold the Troubles of my King Exit King Uncle within thy tear-charg'd Eyes I read Thy hearts fell sorrow and that troubled Look Has from the number of his Banisht years Pluckt four away Six frozen Winters spent Return with welcome from thy Banishment Gaunt I thank my Liege that in regard to me He cuts off four years from my Sons exile But small advantage shall I reap thereby For ere those slow six years can change their Moons My inch of Taper will be spent and done Nor Gaunt have life to welcom home his Son King Despair not Uncle you have long to live Gaunt But not a Minute King that thou canst give King Thy Son was banisht upon advice To which thy Tongue a party Verdict gave Gaunt My interest I submitted to your Will You urg'd me like a Judge and I forgot A Father's Name and like a strict Judge doom'd Him Alas I look'd when some of you should say I was too strict to make my Own away But all gave leave to my unwilling Tongue To do my ag'd heart this unnatural wrong King Now for the Rebels that hold out in Ireland And turn our mild forbearance to contempt Fresh forces must be levi'd with best speed Ere farther leisure yield them further strength We will our self in person to this War And quench this flame before it spread too far Ex. with Attendants Gaunt O to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words When thou shouldst breath dear farewels to thy Friends That round thee all like silent Mourners gaze Bull. They will not censure me whose scanty time And breath 's too little to take leave of you My dear Companions you have known my Heart Too long to doubt it on a silent grief Ha! by my swelling blood my Father 's pale How fare's your honour good my Lords your hands Gaunt I feel a heaviness like Death and hope It is no counterfeit All shall be well Bull. By Heav'n it shall I feel my veins work high And conscious glory kindling in my brest Inspires a Thought to vast to be exprest Where this disgrace will end the Heav'ns can tell And Herford's Soul divines that 't will be well A Beam of royal splendor strikes my Eye Before my charm'd sight Crowns and Scepters fly The minutes big with Fate too slowly run But hasty Bullingbrook shall push 'em on Ex. The End of the First Act. ACT II. A Chamber Gaunt Sick to him York York NOW Brother what cheer Gaunt Why well 't is with me as old Gaunt cou'd wish York What Harry sticks with you still well I hear he 's safe in France and very busie Gaunt My Blood were never Idle York I fear too busie come he 's a parlous Boy I smell a confed'racy betwixt him and his Companions here Mischief will come on 't cut him off I say Let him be Kites-meat I would hang a Son to kill a Traytor Gaunt Go sleep good York and wake with better thoughts York Heav'n grant we sleep not all 'till Alarums wake us I tell you Brother I lik'd not the manner of his departure 't was the very smooth smiling

our outmost Numbers Enter Salisbury I fear me we shall more want Hands than Work King See Cousen who comes here i' th ' very Minute To clear thy doubts our trusty Salisbury Welcome my Lord how far off lies your Power Sal. My gracious Lord no farther off nor nearer Then this weak Arm discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair I fear my noble Lord one day too late Has clouded all your happy days on earth O call back yesterday bid time return Thou shalt have 20000 Fightingmen To day to day one luckless day too late O'rethrows thy Friends thy Fortune and thy State Our Welchmen Miss-inform'd that you were dead Are gone to Bullingbrook disperst and fled Aum. Comfort my Liege why looks your Grace so pale King But now the blood of 20000 men Did triumph in my Face and they are fled Have I not reason think you to look pale My Fortune like a wife that has arriv'd The hardness to have once prov'd open false Will set no Limits to her treach'rys now But turn to every upstart that will court her Now all that will be safe fly from my side For time has set a blast upon my Pride Aum. My Liege remember who you are King I had forgot my self am I not King Awake thou sluggard Majesty thou sleep'st Is not the Kings name 40000 names Arm arm my Name a puny Subject strikes At thy great glory look not to the ground Ye favourites of a King See Salisbury our hasty Scroop brings Balm To salve the Wound thy piercing tidings gave Enter Scroop Come on thou trusty Souldier oh draw near Thou never shew'dst thy self more seasonably Not when the flying Battle thou hast turn'd And from the hands of Conquest forc't the Day Scroop More health and happiness befall my Liege Then my care burden'd Tongue has to deliver King How 's that I charge thee on thy Soul speak comfort Ha! wilt thou not speak Comfort then speak Truth My ear is open and my heart prepar'd The worst thou canst unfold is worldly loss Say is my Kingdom lost why 't was my Care And what loss is it to be rid of Care Strives Bullingbrook to be as great as we If Heav'n approve his hopes why let 'em thrive Revolt our Subjects that we cannot mend To Heav'n they first were false and then to us Then give thy heavy heart as heavy speech Cry Woe Destruction Ruin Loss Decay The worst is Death and Death will have his Day Scroop I 'm glad to find your Highness so prepar'd Like a fierce sudden Storm that swells the Floods As if the world were all dissolv'd to Tears So rages Bullingbrook above his bounds Cov'ring the fearful Land with clashing Arms Old Sires have bound their hairless Scalps in steel Boys leave their sports and tune their tender Pipes To the big voice of War and strut in Armour The very Beadsmen learn to bend their Bows The very Women throw their Infants by Snatch rusty Bills and flock to the mad War And all goes worse than I have Power to tell King Too well alas thou tell'sta Tale so Ill Where is the Earl of Wiltshire Bushie Bagot That they have let these mischiefs spread so far If we prevail their Heads shall answer for 't I warrant they have made peace with Bullingbrook Scroop Peace have they made with him indeed King Oh Villains Vipers damn'd without redemption Dogs quickly won to fawn on any Comer Snakes in my Heartsblood warm'd to sting my Heart Wou'd they make Peace eternal Hell make War Upon their spotted souls for this Offence Scroop Again uncurse their Souls their Peace is made With Heads and not with Hands those whom you curse Are butcher'd in your Cause beheaded all And with their last breath wisht your Arms success Aum. Where is the Duke my Father with his Forces King No matter where of Comfort no man speak Let 's talk of Graves of Worms and Epitaphs Make Dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth For Heav'ns sake let 's sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the Death of Kings How some have been depos'd some slain in War Some poyson'd by their Wives some sleeping kill'd All murther'd for within the hollow Crown That rounds the mortal Temples of a King Keeps death his Court and there the Antique sits Scoffing his State and grinning at his Pomp Allowing him a short fictitious Scene To play the Prince be fear'd and kill with looks 'Till swell'd with vain conceit the flatter'd thing Believes himself immortal as a God Then to the train fate's Engineer sets fire Blows up his pageant Pride and farewell King Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence throw away Respect Obeysance Form and Ceremonious Duty For you have but mistook me all this while I live with bread like you feel Wants tast Grief Therefore am I no King or a King nothing Aum. Give to the Foe my Lord this cold despair No worse can come of Fight of Death much better My Fathers Troops are firm let 's joyn with them And manage wisely that last stake o' th' War Want's craft can make a body of a limb King You chide me well proud Bullingbrook I come Rises To change blows with thee for our day of Doom This Ague-fit of fear is overblown An easie task it is to win our own Say Scroop where lies our Uncle with his Pow'r My fir'd heart now longs for the fatal hour Scroop Men by the Skies complexion judge the day So may you by my dull and heavy eye Find that my tongue brings yet a heavier Tale I play the Torturer by small and small Your Uncle York treating with Bullingbrook Was seiz'd by him and 's still kept close Confin'd So that the strength which he was must'ring up Is quast and come to nought King Thou hast said enough Beshrew thee Cousin that didst lead me forth Of that sweet I was in to despair What say ye now what comfort have ye now By Heav'n I 'll hate him everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more Enter Queen Dutchess Ladies and Attendants Now by despair my Queen and her fair train Come to congratulate our Victory And claim the triumph we at parting promis'd Go tell 'em Lords what feats you have perform'd And if ye please tell my adventures too You know I was no Idler in the War Oh! torture now I feel my miseries sting And this appearance strikes me dead with shame Queen Welcome my Lord This minute is our own and I 'll devote it all To extasie the Realm receives her King And I my Lover thou dost turn away Nor are they tears of joy which thou dost shed I give thee welcome thou reply'st with sighs King What language shall my bankrupt fortunes find To greet such Heavenly excellence as thine I promiss'd thee success and bring thee Tears O couldst thou but devorce me from thy Heart But oh