he spent in peace then they in wars Rosse The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in farme Will. The King growen banckroâ—t like a broken man North. Reproch and dissolution hangeth ouer him Rosse He hath not money for these Irish wars His burthenous taxations notwithstanding But by the robbing of the banisht Duke North. His noble kinsman most degenerate King But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme We see the wind sit sore vpon our failes And yet we strike not but securely perish Rosse We see the very wracke that we must suffer And vnauoided is the danger now For suffering so the causes of our wracke North. Not so euen through the hollow eies of death I spie life peering but I dare not say How neere the tidings of our comfort is Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts as thou dost ours Rosse Be confident to speake Northumberland We three are but thy selfe and speaking so Thy words are but as thoughts therefore be bold North. Then thus I haue from le Port Blan A Bay in Brittaine receiude intelligence That Harry duke of Herâ—ord Rainold L. Cobham That late broke from the Duke of Exeter His brother archbishop late of Canterburie Sir Thomas Eâ—pingham sir Iohn Ramston Sir Iohn Norbery sir Robert Waterâ—on and Francis Coinâ—s All these well furnished by the Duke of Brittaine With eight tall shippes three thousand men of warre Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore Perhaps they had erâ— this but that they stay The first departing of the King for Ireland If then we shall shake off our slauish yoke Impe out our drowping countries broken wing Redeeme from Broking pawne the blemisht Crowne Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters guilt And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe Away with me in post to Rauenspurgh But if you faint as fearing to do so Stay and be secret and my selfe will go Rosse To horse to horse vrge doubts to them that feare Willo Holde out my horse and I will first be there Exeunt Enter the Queene Bushie Bagot Bush. Madam your maiestie is too much sad You promist when you parted with the King To lay aside life-harming heauines And entertaine a cheerefull disposition Queene To please the king I did to please my selfe I cannot do it yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as Griefe Saue bidding farewell to so swâ—â—te a guest As my sweete Richard yet agayne me thinkes Some vnborne sorrow ripe in Fortunes wombe Is commâ—ng towardes me and my inward soule With nothing trembles at something it grieues More then with parting from my Lord the King Bushie Each substance of a griefe hath twenty shadowes Which sheweâ— like griefe it selfe but is not so For Sorrowes eyes giazed with blinding teares Diuides one thing entire to many obiects Like perspectiues which rightly gazde vpon Shew nothing but confusion eyde awry Distinguish forme so your sweet maiestie Looking awry vpon your Lords departure Finde shapes of griefe more than himselfe to waile Which lookt on as it is is naught but shadows Of what it is not then thrice gracious Queene More then your Lords departure weep not more is not seen Or if it be tis with false Sorrowes eye Which for things true weepes things imaginarie Queene It may be so but yet my inward soule Perswades me it is otherwise how ere it be I cannot but be sad so heauie sad As thought on thinking on no thought I thinke Makes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke Bush. Tis nothing but conceit my gratious Lady Queene Tis nothing lesse conceit is still deriude From some forefather griefe mâ—ne is not so For nothing hath begot my something griefe Or something hath the nothing that I grieue Tis in reuersion that I do possesse But what it is that is not yet knowen what I cannot name tis nâ—melesse woe I wot Greene God saue your maiesty and well met Gentlemen I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland Queene Why hopest thou so tis better hope he is For his designes craue haste his haste good hope Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt Greene That he our hope might haue retirde his power And driuen into despaire an enemies hope Who strong'y hath set footing in this land The banisht Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe And with vplifted armes is safe ariude at Rauenspurgh Queene Now God in heauen forbid Greene Ah Madam tis too true and that is worse The lord Northumberland his son yong H. Percie The lords of Rosse Beaumond and Willoughby With all their powerful friends are fled to him Bush. Why haue you not proclaimd Northumberland And al the rest reuolted faction traitours Greene We haue whereupon the earle of Worcesâ—er Hath brokâ—n his Staffe resignd his Stewardship And al the houshold seruants sled with him to Bullingbrook Queene So Greene thou art the midwife to my woe Anâ— Bullingbrooke my sorowes dismall heire Now hath my soule brought forth her prodigie And I a gasping new deliueâ—d mother Haue woe to woe sorow to soâ—ow ioynde Bushie Dispaire not Madam Queene Who 〈◊〉 hinder me I will dispaire and be at enmitie With cousening Hope he is a flatterer A parasite a keeper backe of Death Who gently would dissolue the bands of life VVhich false Hope lingers in extremitie Greene Here comes the Duke of Yorke Queene VVith signes of war about his aged necke Oh ful of carefull busines are his lookes Vncle for Gods sake speake comfortable wordes Yorke Should I do so I should bely my thoughts Comfort's in heauen and we are on the earth VVhere nothing liues but câ—osses cares and griefe Your husband he is gone to saue far off VVhilst others come to make him loose at home Heere am I lefâ— to vnderprop his land Who weake with age cannot support my selfe Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made Now shall he trie his friends that flatterd him Seruingman My Lord your son was gone before I came Yorke He was why so go all which way it will The nobles they are fled the commons they are colde And will I feare reuolton Herefords side Sâ—rra get thee to Plashie to my sister Glocester Bid her send me presently a thousand pound Hold take my ring Seruingman My Lord I had forgot to tel your Lordship To day as I came by I called there But I shall grieue you to report the rest Yorke What ist knaue Seruingman An houre before I came the Dutchesse died Yorke God for his mercy what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this wofull land at once I know not what to do I would to God So my vntruth had not prouokt him to it The King had cut off my head with my brothers Whâ—t are there no Posts dispatcht for Ireland Hâ—w shal we do for money for these wars Come sister cousin I would say pray pardon me Go fellow get thee home prouide some cartes And bring
two-fold marriage twixt my crowne and me And then betwixt me and my married wife Let me vnkisse the oathe twixt thee and me And yet not so for with a kisse â—was made Part vs Northumberland I towardes the north Where shiuering cold and sickenesse pines the clime My wife to Fraunce from whence set forth in pomp She came adorned hither like sweete Maâ—e Sent backe like Hollowmas or shortst of day Queene And must we be diuided must we part King I hand from hand my loue and heart from heart Queene Banish vs both and send the King with me King That were some loue but little pollicie Queene Then whither he goes thither let me go King So two togither weeping make one woe Weepe thou for me in Fraunce I for thee heere Better far off than neere be nere the neare Go câ—unt thy way with sighes I mine with groanes Queene So longest way shall haue the longest moanes King Twise for one step Ile grone the way being short And peece the way out with a heauy heart Come come in wooing sorrow lets be briefe Since wedding it there is such length in griefe One kisse shall stop our mouths and dumbly part Thus giue I mine and thus take I thy heart Queene Giue me mine owne againe twere no good part To take on me to keepe and kill thy heart So now I haue mine owne againe be gone That I may striue to kill it with a groane King We make woe wanton with this fond delay Once more adue the rest let sorrow say Exeunt Enter Duke of Yorke and the Dutchesse Du. My Lord you told me you would tell the rest When weeping made you breake the storie of Of our two coâ—â—ins comming into London Yorke Where did I leaue Du. At that sad stop my Lord Where rude misgouerned hands from windowes tops Threw dust and rubbish on king Richards head Yorke Then as I said the Duke great Bullingbrooke Mounted vpon a hote and fierie steede Which his aspiring rider seemd to know With slow but stately pase kept on his course Whilst all tongues cried God saue the Bullingbrooke You would haue thought the very 〈…〉 â—o many greedy lookes of yong and old Through casements darted their desiring eies Vpon his visage and that all the waâ—les With painted imagery had said at once Iesu preserue the welcome Bullingbrooke Whilst he from the one side to the other turning Bare-headed lower than his prowd steedes neâ—ke Bespake them thus I thanke you country men And thus still doing thus he passt along Du. Alac poore Richard where rode he the whilst Yorke As in a Theater the eies of men After a well-graced Actor leaues the stage Are ydly bent on him that enters next Thinking his prattle to be â—edious Euen so or with much more contempt mens eies Did scowle on gentle Ric. no man cried God saue him No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home But dust was throwen vpon his 〈…〉 Which with such gentle sorrow he shooke off His face still combating with teares and smiles The badges of his griefe and patience That had not God for some strong purpose steeld The hearts of men they must perforce haue melted 〈…〉 But heauen hath a hand in these euents To whose high will we bound our calme contents To Bullingbrooke are we sworne subiects now Whose state and honour I for ay allow Du. Here comes my sonne Aumerle Yorke Aumerle that was But that is lost for being Richards friend And Madam you must call him Rutland now I am in parleament pledge for his truth And lasting fealtie to the new made king Du. Welcome my sonne who are the violets now That 〈◊〉 the greene lap of the new come spring Au. Madam I know not nor I greatly care not God knowes I had as leife be none as one Yorke Well beare you wel in this new spring of time Lest you be cropt before you come to prime What newes from Oxford do these iusts triump hs hold Aum. For aught I know my Lord they do Yorke you will be there I know Aum. If God preuent not I purpose so Yorke What seale is that that hangs without thy bosome yea lookst thou pale let me see the writing Aum. My Lord tis nothing Yorke No matter then who see it I will be satisfied let me see the writing Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me It is a matter of small consequence Which for some reasons I would not haue seene Yorke Which for some reasons sir I meane to see I feare I feare Du. What should you feare Tis nothing but some band that he is entred into For gay apparell gainst the triumph day Yorke bound to himselfe what doth he with a bond That he is bound to Wife thou art a foole Boy let me see the writing Aum. I do beseech you pardon me I may not shew it Yorke I will be satisfied let me see it I say He pluckes it out of his bosome and reades it Yorke Treason foule treason villaine traitor slaue Du. What is the matter my lord Yorke Ho who is within there saddle my horse God â—or his mercy what treachery is here Du. Why what is it my Lord Yorke Giue me my bootes I say saddle my horse Now by mine honour by my life by my troth I will appeach the villaine Du. What is the matter Yorke Peace foolish woman Du. I wil not peace what is the matter Aumerle Au. Good mother be content it is no more Then my poore life must answere Du. Thy life answere yor Bring me my bootes I will vnto the King His man enters with his bootes Du. Strike him Aumerle poore boy thou art amazd Hence vilaine neuer more come in my â—ight Yor. Giue me my bootes I say Du. Why Yorke what wilt thou doe Wilt thou not hide the trespasse of thine owne Haue we more sons or are we like to haue Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time And wilt thou plucke my faire sonne from mine age And rob me of a happie mothers name Is he not like the is he not thine owne Yor. Thou fond mad woman Wilt thou conceale this darke conspiracie A doozen of them here haue tane the sacrament And interchaungeably set downe there hands To kill the king at Oxford Du. He shal be none weele keepe him heere Then what is that to him Yor. Away fond woman were he twentie times my sonne I would appeach him Du. Hadst thou groand for him as I haue done Thou wouldst bee more pittifull But nowe I knowe rhy minde thou doest suspect That I haue been disloiall to thy bed And that he is a bastard not thy sonne Sweete Yorke sweete husband be not of that mind He is as like thee as a man may be Not like to me or any of my kinne And yet I loue him Yor. Make way vnâ—ulie woman Exit Du. After Aumerle mount thee vpon his horse Spur post and get before him to the King And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse
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
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
weening traitors foote To proue my selfe a loyal Gentleman Euen in the best bloud chamberd in his bosome In haste wherof most hartily I pray Your highnes to assigne our triall day King Wrath kindled gentleman be ruled by 〈◊〉 Lets purge this choler without letting bloud This we prescribe though no Phisition Deepe malice makes too deepe incision Forget forgiue conclude and be agreed Our doctors say this is no month to bleede Good Vnckle let this ende where it begonne Weele calme the Duke of Norfolke you your sonne Gaunt To be a make-peace shal become my age Throw downe my soune the Duke of Norfolkes gage King And Norfolke throw downe his Gaunt When Harry 〈◊〉 obedience bids Obedience bids I should not bid againe King Norfolke throw downe we bid there is no boote Mow. My selfe I throw dread soue raigne at thy foote My life thou shalt command but not my shame The one my duety owes 〈…〉 To darke dishâ—â—ours vse thou shalt not haue I am disgraste impeacht and bâ—ffuld heere Pierst to the soule with Slaunders venomd speare The which no balme can cure but his heart bloud Which breathde this poyson King Rage â—ust be withstoode Giue me his gage Lions make Leopards tame Mowb. Yea but not change his spots take but my shame And I resigne my gage my deare deare Lord The purest treasure mortall times afford Is spotlesse Reputation that away Men are but guilded loame or painted clay A iewell in a ten times bard vp chest Is a bold spirit in a loyall breast Mine honour is my life both grow in one Take honour from me and my life is done Then deare my Liege mine honour let me trie In that I liue and for that will I die King Coosin throw vp your gage do you beginne Bull. O God defend my soule from such deepe sinne Shall I seeme Crest-fallen in my fathers sight Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my height Before this out-darde Dastard ere my tong Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong Or sound so base a parlee my teeth shall teare The slauish motiue of recanting feare And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace Where Shame doth harbour euen in Mowbraies face King We were not borne to sue but to commaund Which since we cannot do to make you friends Be ready as your liues shall answere it At Couentry vpon saint Lamberes day There shall your swords and launces arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot atone you we shall see Iustice designe the Victoâ—â—◠〈◊〉 Lord Marshal commaund our Be ready to direct these home allarmes Exit Enter Iohn of Gaunt with the Duchesse of Glocester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Woodstockes bloud Doth more sollicite me than your exclaimes To stirre against the butchers of his life But since correction lieth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raine hot vengeance on offenders heads Duchesse Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old bloud no Iruing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen viols of his sacred bloud Or seuen faire branches springing from one rooteâ— Some of those seuen are dried by natures course Some of those branches by the Destinies cut But Thomas my deare Lord my life my Glocester One violl full of Edwards sacred bloud One flourishing branch of his most royall roote Is crackt and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leaues all faded By Enuies hand and Murders bloudy axe Ah Gaunt his bloud was thine that bed that womb That mettall that selfe mould that fashioned thee Made him a man and though thou liuest and breathest Yet art thou slaine in him thou doost consent In some large measure to thy fathers death In â—hat thou seest thy wretched brother die Who was the modell of thy fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffrâ—ng thus thy brother to be slaughtred Thou she west the naked path way to thy life Teaching sterne Murder how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle Patience Is pale cold Cowardâ—â—e in noble breasts What shall I saie to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glocesters death Gaunt Gods is the quarrell for Gods substitute His deputy annointed in his sight Hath causd his death the which â—f wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his minister Duch. Where then alas may I complaine my selfe Gaunt To God the widdowes Champion and defence Duch. Why then I will fare well olde Gaunt Thou goest to Couentry there to behold Our Coosen Hereford and sell Mowbray fight O set my husbands wronges on Herefords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbraies breast Or if misfortune misse the 〈◊〉 caâ—ier Be Mowbraâ—es sinnes so 〈◊〉 in his bosome That they may breake his 〈◊〉 coursers backe And throw the rider headlong 〈◊〉 listes A caitiue recreant to my Coâ—â—en Heâ—eford Farewell old Gaunt thy some times brothers wife Wâ—th her companion Griefe must end her life Gaunt Sister farewell I must to Couentry Aâ—â—uch good stay with thee as go with me Duch. Yet â—ne word â—ore grieâ—e boundeth where is faâ—â— Not with the empâ—ie hollownes but weighâ— I take my leaue before I haue begone For sorrow endes not when it seemeth done Commend me to thy brother Edmund Yorke Loâ—hâ—s is all nay yet depart not so Though this be al doe not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him ah what Wâ—â—h all good speede at Plashie visite me Alacke and what shall good olde Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnisht wals Vnpeopled offices vntrodden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therfore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and die The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eie Exeunt Enter Lord Marshall and the Duke Aumerle Mar. My Lord 〈◊〉 is Harry Herford 〈◊〉 Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Staies but the summons of the appellants trumpet Aum Why then the Champions are prepard and stay For nothing but his maiesties approach The trumpets sound and the King enters with his nâ—bles when they are set enter the Duke of Norfolke in armes defendant King Marshall demaunde of yooder Champion The cause of his arriuall here in armes Aâ—ke him his name and orderly proceede To sweare him in the iâ—stice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings sâ—y who thou art And why thou comâ—st thus knighâ—ly cladan armes Against what man thou comst and what thy quareâ—l Speake truly on thy knighthoode and thy oth As so defend the heauen and thy valour Mow My name is Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke Who hither come ingaged by my oath Which God defende a
away the armour that is there Gentlemen will you go muster men If I know how or which way to order these affayres Thus disorderly thrust into my hands Neuer beleeue me both are my kinsmen Tone is my soueraigne whom both my oath And duety bids defend tother againe Is my kinsman whom the King hath wrongd Whom conscience and my kinred bids to right Wel somewhat we must do Come cousin Ile dispose of you Gentlemen go muster vp your men And meete me presently at Barkly I shoâ—ld to Plashie too but time wil not permit All is vneuen and euery thing is left at sixe and seauen Exeunt Duke Qu. man Bush. Green Bush. The winde sits faire for newes to go for Ireland But none returnes For vs to leuie power Proportionable to the enemy is all vnpossible Gree. Besides our neerenes to the King in loue Is neare the hate of those loue not the King Bag. And that is the wauering commons for their loue Lies in their purses and who so empties them By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate Bush. Wherein the King stands generally condemnd Bag. If iudgment lie in them then so do we Because we euer haue beene neere the King Gree. Well I will for refuge straight to Brist Castle The Earle of Wiltshire is already there Bush. Thither will I with you for little office Will the hatefull commons perfourme for vs. Except like curs to teare vs all to pieces Will you go along with vs Bag. No I will to Ireland to his Maiesty Farewell if hearts presages be not vaine We three here part that nere shall meete againe Bush. Thats as Yorke thriues to beat backe Bullingbrook Gree. Alas poore Duke the taske he vndertakes Is numbring sands and drinking Oceans drie Where one on his side fights thousands will flie Farewell at once for once for all and euer Bush. Well we may meete againe Bag. I feare me neuer Enter Hereford Northumberland Bull. How far is it my Lord to Barckly now North. Beleeue me noble Lord I am a stranger here in Glocestershire These high wild hils and rough vneuen waies Drawes out our miles and makes them wearisome And yet your faire discourse hath beene as sugar Making the hard way sweete and delectable But I bethinke me what a weary way From Rauenspurgh to Cotshall will be found In Rosse and Wilsoughby wanting your company Which I protest hath very much beguild The tediousnesse and processe of my trauell But theirs is sweetned with the hope to haue The present benefit which I pessesse And hope to ioy is little lesse in ioye Then hope enioyed by this the weary Lords Shall make their way seeme short as mine hath done By sight of what I haue your noble company Bull. Of much lesse value is my company Then your good wordes But who comes here Enter Harry Persie North. It is my sonne young Harry Persy Sent from my brother Worcester whence soeuer Harry how fares your Vnâ—kle H. Per. I had thought my Lord to haue learned his health of you North. Why is he not with the Queene H. Per. No my good Lord he hath for sooke the court Broken his staffe of office and disperst The houshold of the King North. What was his reason he was not so resolude When last we spake togither H. Per. Because your Lo was proclaimed traitor But he my Lo is gone to Rauenspurgh To offer seruice to the Duke of Hereford And sent me ouer by Barckly to discouer What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there Then with directions to repaire to Rauenspurgh North. Haue you forgot the Duke of Herefords boy H. Per. No my good Lo for that is not forgot Which nere I did remember to my knowledge I neuer in my life did looke on him North. Then learne to know him now this is the Duke H. Per. My gratious Lo I tender you my seruice Such as it is being tender raw and young Which elder daies shal ripen and confirme To more approued seruice and desert Bull. I thanke thee gentle Persy and be sure I count my selfe in nothing else so happy As in a soule remembring my good friends And as my fortune ripens with thy loue It shalbe still thy true loues recompence My heart this couenant makes my hand thus seales it North. How farre is it to Barckly and what sâ—ur Keepes good old Yorke there with his men of war H. Per. There stands the Castle by yon tuft of trees Mand with 300. men as I haue heard And in it are the Lords of Yorke Barkly and Seymer None else of name and noble estimate North. Here come the Lords of Rosse and Willoughby Bloudy with spurring fiery red with haste Bull. VVelcome my Lords I wot your loue pursues A banisht traitor all my treasury Is yet but vnfelt thanks which more inricht Shalbe your loue and labours recompence Rosse Your presence makes vs rich most noble Lord. Wil. And far surmounts our labour to attaine it Bul. Euermore thanke's the exchequer of the poore VVhich till my infant fortune comes to yeares Stands for my bounty but who comes here North. It is my Lord of Barkly as I guesse Barkly My Lord of Hereford my message is to you Bul. My Lord my answere is to Lancaster And I am come to seeke that name in England And I must find that title in your tongue Before I make reply to ought you say Bar. Mistake me not my Lord tis not my meaning To race one title of your honor out To you my Lo I come what Lo you will From the most gratious regent of this land The Duke of Yorke to know what prickes you on To take aduantage of the absent time And fright out natiue peace with selfeborne armes Bull. I shall not need transport my words by you Here comes his grace in person my noble Vnckle Yorke Shew me thy humblâ— heart and not thy knee Whose duety is deceiueable and false Bull. My gratious Vnckle Yor. Tut tut grace me no grace nor vnckle me no vnckle I am no traitors Vnckle and that word Grace In an vngratious mouth is but prophane Why haue those banisht and forbidden legs Dard once to touch a dust of Englands ground Put then more why why haue they dard to march So many miles vpon her peacefull bosoâ—e Frighting her pale fac't villadges with warre And ostentation of despised armes Comst thou because the annointed king is hence Why soolish boy the King is left behinde And in my loiall bosome lies his power Were I but now Lord of such hot youth As when bâ—aue Gaunt thy father and my selfe Rescued the blacke prince that young Mars of men From forth the ranckes of many thousand french O then how quickly should this arme of mine Now prisoner to the Palsie chastise thee And minister correction to thy fault Bull. My gratious Vnckle let me know my fault On what condition stands it and wherein Yorke Euen in condition of the worst degree In grosse rebelliâ—n and
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