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The tragedie of King Richard the second As it hath beene publikely acted by the right Honourable the Lorde Chamberlaine his Seruants.; King Richard II
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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1597
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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