The Complete Works of William Shakespeare In Plain and Simple English (Translated)
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At Worcester must his body be interr'd;
For so he will'd it.
He must be buried at Worcester;
that's what he ordered.
BASTARD.
Thither shall it, then;
And happily may your sweet self put on
The lineal state and glory of the land!
To whom, with all submission, on my knee
I do bequeath my faithful services
And true subjection everlastingly.
He'll be taken there then;
your sweet self can happily assume
the title and rule of the country!
In all humilty I offer you on my knees
my faithful service,
and eternal loyalty.
SALISBURY.
And the like tender of our love we make,
To rest without a spot for evermore.
And we all offer you the same love,
to be yours, pure, forever.
PRINCE HENRY.
I have a kind soul that would give you thanks,
And knows not how to do it but with tears.
I have a kind soul that would like to thank you,
and only knows how to do it with tears.
BASTARD.
O, let us pay the time but needful woe,
Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.
This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her princes are come home again,
Come the three corners of the world in arms,
And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,
If England to itself do rest but true.
Let's not waste time in excessive mourning,
as we have had so much of that to do already.
This England never has, and never will,
been subjugated by a conqueror,
except when it has first weakened itself.
Now that we are all united once again,
the whole world could attack us at once
and we would thrash them.We shall never have any regrets,
as long as England stays true to itself.
Exeunt
In Plain and Simple English
KING RICHARD THE SECOND
JOHN OF GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster - uncle to the King
EDMUND LANGLEY, Duke of York - uncle to the King
HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Hereford, son of John of Gaunt, afterwards King Henry IV
DUKE OF AUMERLE, son of the Duke of York
THOMAS MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk
DUKE OF SURREY
EARL OF SALISBURY
EARL BERKELEY
BUSHY - Favorites of King Richard
BAGOT - Favorites of King Richard
GREEN -Favorites of King Richard
EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND
HENRY PERCY, surnamed HOTSPUR, his son
LORD Ross
LORD WILLOUGHBY
LORD FITZWATER
BISHOP OF CARLISLE
ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER
LORD MARSHAL
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP
SIR PIERCE OF EXTON
CAPTAIN of a band of Welshmen
TWO GARDENERS
QUEEN to King Richard
DUCHESS OF YORK
DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER, widow of Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester
LADY attending on the Queen
Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants
SCENE: England and Wales
London. The palace
Enter RICHARD, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other NOBLES and attendants
KING RICHARD.
Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster,
Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,
Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son,
Here to make good the boist'rous late appeal,
Which then our leisure would not let us hear,
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
Old John of Gaunt, venerable Lancaster,
have you, according to your promise and oath,
brought Henry Hereford, your bold son, here
to confirm his recent strong accusations,
which at the time we hadn’t time to listen to,
against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
GAUNT.
I have, my liege.
I have, my lord.
KING RICHARD.
Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him
If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,
Or worthily, as a good subject should,
On some known ground of treachery in him?
Tell me, furthermore, have you asked him
if he's accusing the Duke due to an old grudge,
or truly, like a good subject,
on genuine grounds of treachery?
GAUNT.
As near as I could sift him on that argument,
On some apparent danger seen in him
Aim'd at your Highness-no inveterate malice.
As far as I could find out on that question,
because he felt that there was some hatred
in him towards your Highness–there is no grudge.
KING RICHARD.
Then call them to our presence: face to face
And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
The accuser and the accused freely speak.
High-stomach'd are they both and full of ire,
In rage, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Then call them here: I shall hear
the accuser and the accused speak freely,
face-to-face and frowning brow to brow.
They are both high-spirited and full of anger,
when they're raging they are as deaf as the sea, quick as fire.
Enter BOLINGBROKE and MOWBRAY
BOLINGBROKE.
Many years of happy days befall
My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!
May my gracious king, my most loving lord,
have many years of happy days ahead of him!
MOWBRAY.
Each day still better other's happiness
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal title to your crown!
May you increase the happiness of others every day,
until the heavens, jealous of Earth's good luck,
call you to them.
KING RICHARD.
We thank you both; yet one but flatters us,
As well appeareth by the cause you come;
Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.
Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
I thank you both; but one of you is lying,
you can see that from the reason you are here;
that is, to accuse each other of high treason.
My cousin Hereford, what is your accusation
against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
BOLINGBROKE.
First-heaven be the record to my speech!
In the devotion of a subject's love,
Tend'ring the precious safety of my prince,
And free from other misbegotten hate,
Come I appellant to this princely presence.
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,
And mark my greeting well; for what I speak
My body shall make good upon this earth,
Or my divine soul answer it in heaven-
Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,
Too good to be so, and too bad to live,
Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,
The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
Once more, the more to aggravate the note,
With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat;
And wish-so
please my sovereign-ere I move,
What my tongue speaks, my right drawn sword may prove.
Firstly, may Heaven witness what I say!
I come into your royal presence as a witness,
caring about the precious safety of my prince,
free of any other illegitimate grudge.
Now, Thomas Mowbray, I turn to you,
and take good note of my greeting; for what I say
I will answer for with my body upon this earth,
or my immortal soul will answer for it in heaven–
you are a traitor and a villain,
too nobly born to be so, and too bad to live,
as the more lovely and clear the sky is
the uglier the clouds in it seem.
Once more, to confirm your disgrace,
I stuff the name of traitor into your throat,
and ask–if my King permits–that before I leave,
that I may back up my words with my sword.
MOWBRAY.
Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal.
'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;
The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this.
Yet can I not of such tame patience boast
As to be hush'd and nought at an to say.
First, the fair reverence of your Highness curbs me
From giving reins and spurs to my free speech;
Which else would post until it had return'd
These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
I do defy him, and I spit at him,
Call him a slanderous coward and a villain;
Which to maintain, I would allow him odds
And meet him, were I tied to run afoot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
Or any other ground inhabitable
Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.
Meantime let this defend my loyalty-
By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie
Don't assume the coldness of my words indicates a lack of passion.
The argument between the two of us
can't be decided the way women do,
shouting bitter words at each other;
blood must be spilled to settle this.
But I'm not going to pretend I'm so calm
that I will stand here and say nothing.
Firstly, my respect for your Highness stops me
from giving my speech free rein,
because otherwise I would go on
until I had shoved that accusation of treason back down his throat;
if he wasn't so nobly born,
and wasn't related to my lord,
I would defy him, and spit on him,
call him a slanderous coward, and a villain,
and to prove it I would give him odds,
and fight him even if I was forced to run on foot
to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
or any other inhospitable place
where an Englishman dares to tread.
In the meantime, let this prove my loyalty–
I swear on my soul that he is lying.
BOLINGBROKE.
Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
Disclaiming here the kindred of the King;
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.
If guilty dread have left thee so much strength
As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop.
By that and all the rites of knighthood else
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
What I have spoke or thou canst worst devise.
Pale trembling coward, I throw my glove down,
and renounce my kinship to the King;
I renounce any claim to my royal blood,
which you use as an excuse not to attack me out of fear, not respect.
If your guilty fear has left you enough strength
to take up my challenge, then pick it up.
Through that and all other ceremonies of knighthood
I will prove to you, man-to-man, that what
I have said is true and that you are lying.
MOWBRAY.
I take it up; and by that sword I swear
Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder
I'll answer thee in any fair degree
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial;
And when I mount, alive may I not light
If I be traitor or unjustly fight!
I accept it; and I swear by the sword
which was used to confer my knighthood
that I will answer it in any fair
and chivalrous trial;
and once I've started, may I not come out
alive, if I am a traitor or am making unjust accusations!
KING RICHARD.
What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?
It must be great that can inherit us
So much as of a thought of ill in him.
What is my cousin charging Mowbray with?
It would have to be very bad to convince me
to have the slightest suspicion of him.
BOLINGBROKE.
Look what I speak, my life shall prove it true-
That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles
In name of lendings for your Highness' soldiers,
The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments
Like a false traitor and injurious villain.
Besides, I say and will in battle prove-
Or here, or elsewhere to the furthest verge
That ever was survey'd by English eye-
That all the treasons for these eighteen years
Complotted and contrived in this land
Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.
Further I say, and further will maintain
Upon his bad life to make all this good,
That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,
Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,
And consequently, like a traitor coward,
Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of blood;
Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,
Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
To me for justice and rough chastisement;
And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
Listen to what I say, I'll prove it with my life:
Mowbray received eight thousand gold coins
to pay your Highness' soldiers,
and he used this for improper purposes,
like a false traitor, and bloody villain;
besides which I say, and will prove in battle,
either here, or anywhere else that has ever
been seen by an Englishman,
that all the treason for the past eighteen years
that has been designed and plotted in this country
has had lying Mowbray as its inspiration;
furthermore I will say, and will prove
by taking his bad life as punishment,
that he plotted the death of the Duke of Gloucester,
inciting his credulous adversaries, and subsequently, like a cowardly traitor,
slaughtered that innocent soul with horrible bloodshed,
and that blood now cries out from the speechless
depths of the Earth, like that of Abel,
asking me to hand out justice and punishment;
and I swear by my noble ancestors
that I shall do it, or forfeit my life.
KING RICHARD.
How high a pitch his resolution soars!
Thomas of Norfolk, what
say'st thou to this?
How determined he is on this!
Thomas of Norfolk, what do you say to this?
MOWBRAY.
O, let my sovereign turn away his face
And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
Till I have told this slander of his blood
How God and good men hate so foul a liar.
O, let my King turn his face away,
and block his ears for a little while,
until I have finished my criticism of this one of royal blood,
which will show what a foul liar this man is, hated by God and his fellow man.
KING RICHARD.
Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and cars.
Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,
As he is but my father's brother's son,
Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow,
Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood
Should nothing privilege him nor partialize
The unstooping firmness of my upright soul.
He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou:
Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.
Mowbray, my eyes and ears are impartial.
If he were my brother, even if he were the heir to my kingdom,
as he certainly is the son of my father's brother,
I swear by the power of my sceptre
that his close relationship to me
will not give him any privileges nor bias
the unwavering firmness of my soul.
He's my subject, Mowbray; so are you:
I give you the right to speak freely and without fear.
MOWBRAY.
Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais