Is near the hate of those129 love not the king.
BAGOT And that’s the wavering commons, for their love
Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them,
By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
BUSHY Wherein the king stands generally133 condemned.
BAGOT If judgement lie in them, then so do we134,
Because we have been ever near the king.
GREEN Well, I will for refuge straight136 to Bristol Castle.
The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.
BUSHY Thither will I with you, for little office138
Will the hateful139 commons perform for us,
Except like curs140 to tear us all in pieces.
Will you go along with us?
To Bagot
BAGOT No, I will to Ireland to his majesty.
Farewell. If heart’s presages143 be not vain,
We three here part that ne’er shall meet again.
BUSHY That’s as145 York thrives to beat back Bullingbrook.
GREEN Alas, poor duke! The task he undertakes
Is numb’ring sands and drinking oceans dry.
Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
BUSHY Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.
Well, we may meet again.
BAGOT I fear me, never.
Exeunt
Act 2 Scene 3
running scene 7
Location: Gloucestershire
Enter the Duke of Hereford [Bullingbrook] and Northumberland
BULLINGBROOK How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
NORTHUMBERLAND Believe me, noble lord,
I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire.
These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome.
And yet our fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
But I bethink me what a weary way
From Ravenspurgh to Cottshold9 will be found
In10 Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,
Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled11
The tediousness and process12 of my travel.
But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
The present benefit that I possess;
And hope to joy is little less in joy
Than hope enjoyed. By this16 the weary lords
Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done
By sight of what I have, your noble company.
BULLINGBROOK Of much less value is my company
Than your good words. But who comes here?
Enter Harry Percy
NORTHUMBERLAND It is my son, young Harry Percy,
Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever22.—
Harry, how fares your uncle?
PERCY I had thought, my lord, to have learned his health of you.
NORTHUMBERLAND Why, is he not with the queen?
PERCY No, my good lord. He hath forsook26 the court,
Broken his staff of office and dispersed
The household of the king.
NORTHUMBERLAND What was his reason?
He was not so resolved when we last spake together.
PERCY Because your lordship was proclaimèd traitor.
But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh
To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
And sent me over by Berkeley to discover
What power the Duke of York had levied35 there,
Then with direction to repair36 to Ravenspurgh.
NORTHUMBERLAND Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?
PERCY No, my good lord, for that is not forgot
Which ne’er I did remember: to my knowledge,
I never in my life did look on him.
NORTHUMBERLAND Then learn to know him now: this is the duke.
PERCY My gracious lord, I tender42 you my service,
Such as it is, being tender, raw and young,
Which elder days shall ripen and confirm
To more approvèd45 service and desert.
BULLINGBROOK I thank thee, gentle46 Percy, and be sure
I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends.
And as my fortune49 ripens with thy love,
It shall be still50 thy true love’s recompense.
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.
Gives Percy his hand
NORTHUMBERLAND How far is it to Berkeley? And what stir52
Keeps good old York there with his men of war?
PERCY There stands the castle, by yond54 tuft of trees,
Manned with three hundred men, as I have heard.
And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley and Seymour,
None else of name and noble estimate57.
Enter Ross and Willoughby
NORTHUMBERLAND Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,
Bloody with spurring59, fiery-red with haste.
BULLINGBROOK Welcome, my lords. I wot60 your love pursues
A banished traitor. All my treasury
Is yet but unfelt62 thanks, which more enriched
Shall be your love and labour’s recompense.
ROSS Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.
WILLOUGHBY And far surmounts our labour to attain it.
BULLINGBROOK Evermore thanks — th’exchequer of the poor66,
Which, till my infant fortune comes to years67,
Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?
Enter Berkeley
NORTHUMBERLAND It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.
BERKELEY My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
BULLINGBROOK My lord, my answer is — to Lancaster71,
And I am come to seek that name in England.
And I must find that title in your tongue,
Before I make reply to aught74 you say.
BERKELEY Mistake me not, my lord, ’tis not my meaning
To raze76 one title of your honour out.
To you, my lord, I come — what lord you will77—
From the most glorious78 of this land,
The Duke of York, to know what pricks79 you on
To take advantage of the absent time80
And fright our native81 peace with self-born arms.
Enter York [with Attendants]
BULLINGBROOK I shall not need transport my words by you.
Here comes his grace in person.— My noble uncle!
Kneels
YORK Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
Whose duty is deceivable85 and false.
BULLINGBROOK My gracious uncle—
YORK Tut, tut! Grace87 me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.
I am no traitor’s uncle; and that word ‘grace’
In an ungracious89 mouth is but profane.
Why have these banished and forbidden legs
Dared once to touch a dust91 of England’s ground?
But then more ‘why’: why have they dared to march
So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,
Frighting her pale-faced villages with war
And ostentation of despisèd95 arms?
Com’st thou because th’anointed king is hence?
Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,
And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
Were I but now the lord of such hot youth
As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself
Rescued the Black Prince101, that young Mars of men,
From forth the ranks of many thousand French,
O, then how quickly should this arm of mine,
Now prisoner to the palsy104, chastise thee
And minister correction to thy fault!
BULLINGBROOK My gracious uncle, let me know my fault.
On what condition stands it and wherein?107
YORK Even in condition of t
he worst degree,
In gross rebellion and detested treason.
Thou art a banished man, and here art come
Before th’expiration of thy time,
In braving112 arms against thy sovereign.
BULLINGBROOK As I was banished, I was banished Hereford,
Stands
But as I come, I come for114 Lancaster.
And noble uncle, I beseech your grace
Look on my wrongs with an indifferent116 eye.
You are my father, for methinks in you
I see old Gaunt alive. O then, my father,
Will you permit that I shall stand condemned
A wand’ring vagabond; my rights and royalties
Plucked from my arms perforce121 and given away
To upstart unthrifts122? Wherefore was I born?
If that my cousin king be King of England,
It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.
You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman:
Had you first died, and he been thus trod down,
He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father
To rouse128 his wrongs and chase them to the bay.
I am denied to sue my liv’ry129 here,
And yet my letters patents130 give me leave.
My father’s goods are all distrained131 and sold,
And these and all are all amiss132 employed.
What would you have me do? I am a subject,
And challenge law134. Attorneys are denied me;
And therefore personally I lay my claim
To my inheritance of free descent136.
NORTHUMBERLAND The noble duke hath been too much abused.
ROSS It stands your grace upon138 to do him right.
WILLOUGHBY Base men by his endowments139 are made great.
YORK My lords of England, let me tell you this:
I have had feeling of my cousin’s wrongs
And laboured all I could to do him right.
But in this kind143 to come, in braving arms,
Be his own carver and cut out his way144,
To find out right with wrongs, it may not be,
And you that do abet him in this kind
Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.
NORTHUMBERLAND The noble duke hath sworn his coming is
But for his own; and for the right of that
We all have strongly sworn to give him aid.
And let him ne’er see joy that breaks that oath!
YORK Well, well, I see the issue152 of these arms.
I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
Because my power154 is weak and all ill left.
But if I could, by him that gave me life,
I would attach156 you all and make you stoop
Unto the sovereign mercy of the king.
But since I cannot, be it known to you
I do remain as neuter159. So, fare you well,
Unless you please to enter in the castle
And there repose you for this night.
BULLINGBROOK An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
But we must win163 your grace to go with us
To Bristol Castle, which they say is held
By Bushy, Bagot and their complices,
The caterpillars166 of the commonwealth,
Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
YORK It may be I will go with you: but yet I’ll pause,
For I am loath to break our country’s laws.
Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are:
Things past redress are now with me past care.
Exeunt
Act 2 Scene 4
running scene 8
Location: Wales
Enter Salisbury and a [Welsh] Captain
CAPTAIN My lord of Salisbury, we have stayed1 ten days,
And hardly2 kept our countrymen together,
And yet we hear no tidings from the king;
Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.
SALISBURY Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman:
The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.
CAPTAIN ’Tis thought the king is dead: we will not stay.
The bay-trees8 in our country all are withered
And meteors9 fright the fixèd stars of heaven;
The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-looked11 prophets whisper fearful change;
Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap,
The one13 in fear to lose what they enjoy,
The other to enjoy by rage and war.
These signs forerun the death of kings.
Farewell. Our countrymen are gone and fled,
As well assured Richard their king is dead.
Exit
SALISBURY Ah, Richard, with eyes of heavy mind
I see thy glory like a shooting star
Fall to the base earth from the firmament20.
Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
Witnessing22 storms to come, woe and unrest.
Thy friends are fled to wait upon23 thy foes,
And crossly24 to thy good all fortune goes.
Exit
Act 3 Scene 1
running scene 9
Location: Bristol
Enter Bullingbrook, York, Northumberland, Ross, Percy, Willoughby, with Bushy and Green, prisoners
BULLINGBROOK Bring forth these men.
Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls —
Since presently3 your souls must part your bodies —
With too much urging4 your pernicious lives,
For ’twere no charity. Yet to wash your blood
From off my hands, here in the view of men
I will unfold some causes of7 your deaths.
You have misled a prince, a royal king,
A happy9 gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappied10 and disfigured clean.
You have in manner11 with your sinful hours
Made a divorce12 betwixt his queen and him,
Broke the possession of a royal bed13
And stained the beauty of a fair queen’s cheeks
With tears drawn from her eyes with your foul wrongs.
Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth,
Near to the king in blood, and near in love
Till you did make him misinterpret me,
Have stooped my neck under your injuries,
And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds20,
Eating the bitter bread of banishment;
While you have fed upon my signories22,
Disparked my parks23 and felled my forest woods,
From mine own windows torn my household coat24,
Razed out my imprese25, leaving me no sign,
Save men’s opinions and my living blood,
To show the world I am a gentleman.
This and much more, much more than twice all this,
Condemns you to the death29.— See them delivered over
To execution and the hand of death.
BUSHY More welcome is the stroke of death to me
Than Bullingbrook to England.
GREEN My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
BULLINGBROOK My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatched35.—
[Exeunt Northumberland and others, with the prisoners]
Uncle, you say the queen is at your house:
For heaven’s sake, fairly let her be entreated37.
Tell her I send to her my kind commends38;
Take special care my greetings be delivered.
YORK A gentleman of mine I have dispatched
With letters of your love to her at large41.
BULLINGBROOK Thanks, gentle uncle.— Come, lords, away.
To fight with Glendower and his complices;
A while to work, and after holiday.
Exeunt
Act 3 Sc
ene 2
running scene 10
Location: Barkloughly (Harlech) Castle, northern Wales
Drums. Flourish and colours. Enter Richard, Aumerle, Carlisle and Soldiers
KING RICHARD Barkloughly Castle1 call you this at hand?
AUMERLE Yea, my lord. How brooks2 your grace the air,
After your late tossing on the breaking seas?
KING RICHARD Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy
To stand upon my kingdom once again.
Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,
Though rebels wound thee with their horses’ hoofs.
As a long-parted mother with her child
Plays fondly9 with her tears and smiles in meeting,
So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,
And do thee favour with my royal hands.
Feed not thy sovereign’s foe, my gentle earth,
Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense13,
But let thy spiders14, that suck up thy venom,
And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way,
Doing annoyance16 to the treacherous feet
Which with usurping steps do trample thee.
Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies;
And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
Guard20 it, I prithee, with a lurking adder
Whose double21 tongue may with a mortal touch
Throw death upon thy sovereign’s enemies.
Mock not my senseless conjuration23, lords:
This earth shall have a feeling and these stones
Prove armèd soldiers, ere her native25 king
Shall falter under foul rebellion’s arms.
CARLISLE Fear not, my lord. That power that made you king
Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.
AUMERLE He means, my lord, that we are too remiss,
Whilst Bullingbrook, through our security30,
Grows strong and great in substance and in friends.
KING RICHARD Discomfortable32 cousin! Know’st thou not
That when the searching eye of heaven is hid,
Behind the globe that lights the lower world33,
Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen
In murders and in outrage bloody here:
But when from under this terrestrial ball
He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines
And darts his lightning through ev’ry guilty hole,
Then murders, treasons and detested sins —
The cloak of night being plucked from off their backs —
Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves?
So when this thief, this traitor, Bullingbrook,
Who all this while hath revelled in the night,
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