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His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last;

K. Rich. Should dying men flatter with For violent fires soon born ont themselves :

those that live?

(that die. Snjall showers last long, but sudden storms Gaunt. No, no; men living flatter those are short;

K. Rich. Thou, now a dying, say'st-thou He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes ; flatterst me.

(ticker be. With eager feeding, food doth choke the Gaunt. Oh! no; thou diest, though I the Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, (feeder : K. Rich. I am in health, I breathe, and see Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

thee ill.

(see thee ill; This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, Gaunt. Now, He that made me, knows I This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. This other Eden, demi-paradise ;

Thy death-bed is no lesser than the land, This fortress, built by wature for herself, Wherein thou liest in reputation sick: Against infection, and the hand of war; And thou, too careless patient as thou art, This happy breed of men, this little world; Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure This precious stone set in the silver sea, Of those physicians that first wounded thee : Which serves it in the office of a wall,

A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Whose compass is no bigger than thy head; Against the envy of less bappier lands; And yet, incaged in so small a verge, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this The waste is no wbit lesser than thy land. England,

O, had thy grandsire, with a prophet's eye, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kiugs, Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons, Feard by their breed, and famous by their From forth thy reach he would bave laid thy birth,

shame; Renowned for their deeds as far from home, Deposing thee before thou wert possess'd, (For Christian service, and true chivalry,) Which art possess'di now to depose thyself. As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry, Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son: It were a shame to let this land by lease : This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, But, for thy world, enjoying but this land, Dear for ber reputation through the world, Is it not more than shame, to shame it so ? Is uow leased out (I die pronouncing it), Landlord of England art thou now, not king: Like to a tenement, or pelting.* farm :

Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; England, bound in with the triumphant sea, And thou Whose rocky shore beats back the envions K. Rich. a lunatic lean-witted fool, siege

(shame, Presuming on an ague's privilege, Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with Dar'st with thy frozen admonition With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds; Make pale our cheek; chasing the royal blood, That England, that was wont to conquer others, With fury, from his native residence. Hath made a shameful conquest of itself : Now by my seat's right royal majesty, 0, would the scandal vanish with my life, Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son, How happy then were my ensaing death! This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head, Enter King RICHARD, and Queen ; Au. Should run thy head from thy upreverend NERLE, BUSHY, GREEN, BAGOT, Ross, shonlders,

(ward's sou, and WILLOUGHBY.

Gaunt. 0, spare me not, my brother EdYork. The king is come: deal mildly with For that I was his father Edward's son; his youth;

(more. That blood already, like the pelican, For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the Hast thou tapp'd out, and drunkenly caroused: Queen. How fares our poble uncle, Lan- My brother Gloster, plain well-meaning soul, caster

(with aged Gaunt? (Whom fair befal in heaven 'mongst happy K. Rich. What comfort, man? How is't May be a precedent and witness good, [souls!) Gaunt. O, how that name befits my com. That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's position !

blood : Old Gaunt, indeed; and gaunt t in being old: Join with the present sickness that I have; Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; And thy unkindness be like crooked age, And who abstains from meat, that is not gaunt? To crop at once a too-long wither'd flower. For sleeping England long time have I watch’d; | Live in thy shame, but die not shame with Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt: thee! The pleasure, that some fathers feed upon, These words hereafter thy tormentors be ! Is my strict fast, I mean-my childreu's looks; Convey me to my bed, then to my grave: And, therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: Love they to live, that love and honour have. Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave,

(Exit, borne out by his Attendants. Whose

bollow womb inherits nought but bones. K. Rich. Aud let them die, that age and K. Rich. Can sick men play so nicely with sullens have; their names ?

(itself: For both hast thou, and both become the grave. Gaunt. No, misery makes sport to mock York. 'Beseech your majesty, inpnte his Since thon dost seek to kill my name in me, To wayward sickliness and age in him: (worda, I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee. He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear

Paltry.

+ Lean, thin. | Mad.

rupt so!

As Harry duke of Hereford, were be here. Now, afore God (God forbid, I say true!)
K. Rich. Right; you say true : as Hereford's If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,
love, so his.

Call in the letters parent that he hath
As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is. By his attornies-general to sue
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.

His liverys, and deny his offer'd homage, North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him You pluck a thousand dangers on your head, to your majesty.

You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts, K. Rich. What says he now?

And prick my tender patience to those thoughts North. Nay, nothing; all is said:

Which bovour and allegiance cannot think. His tongue is now a stringless instrument; K. Rich. Think what you will; we seize into Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent,

our hands York. Bé York the next that must be bauk. His plate, his goods, bis money, and his lands.

York. I'll not be by, the while: my liege, Though death be poor, it ends a mortal Woc.

farewell: K. Rick. The ripest fruit first falls, and so What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell; doth he;

But by bad courses may be understood, His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be: That their events can never fall out good. (Exit. So much for that --.Now for our Irish wars : K. Rich. Go, Bashy, to the Earl of Wilt. We must supplant those rough rug-headed

shire straight; kerns;

Bid him repair to us to Ely-house, Which live like venom, where no venom else, To see this business: Tomorrow next But only they, hath privilege to livet. We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow; And for these great affairs do ask some charge, And we create, in absence of ourself, Towards our assistance, we do seize to us Our uncle York lørd governor of England, The plate, coin, revenues, and moveables, For he is just, and always loved us well. Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possessed. Come on our queen: tomorrow must we part;

York. How long shall I be patient? Ab, how Be merry, for our time of stay is sliort. Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong? [long

(Flourish. Not Gloster's death, nor Hereford's banish- [Exeunt King, Qucen, Bushy, A UN BELE, ment,

[wroogs,

Grern, and BAGOT. Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private North. Well, lords, the duke of Lancaster Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke

is dead.

(duke. About his marriage, nor my own disgrace, Ross. Atid living too; for now his son is Have ever made me sour my patient cheek, Wullo. Barely in title, not in revenue. (right. Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face. North. Richly in both, if justice bad her I am the last of noble Edward's sons,

Ross. My heart is great; but it must break Of whom thy father, prince of Wales, was first; with silence, In war, was never lion raged more fierce, Ere't lie disburden'd withí a liberal || longue. In peace was never gentle lamb more mild, North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him Than was that young and princely gentleman: ne'er spcak more, His face thou hast, for even so look'd he, That speaks thy words again to do thee liarm! Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours I; Willo. Tends that thou'dst speak, to the But when he frown'd, it was against the French, duke of Hereford? And not against his friends : his noble hand If it be so, out with It Voldly, man; Did win what he did spend, and spent not that Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him. Which his triumphant father's band had won: Ross. "No good at all, that I can do for him; His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood, Unless you call it good to pity him, But bloody with the enemies of his kin. Bereft and gelded 1 of his patrimony. 0, Richard! York is too far gone with grief, North. Now, afore heaven,' is shame, such Or else he never would compare between.

wrongs are borne, K. Rich. Why, uncle, what's the matter ? In him a royal prince, and many more York.

O, my liege, Of noble blood in this declining land. Pardon me, if you please; if not, I pleased The king is not himself, but basely led Not to be pardoned, am content withal. By Natterers; and what they will inform, Seek you to seize, and gripe into your hands, Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all, The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford ? That will the king severely prosecute Is not Ġaupt dead? and doth not Hereford live? 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. Was not Gaunt just? and is not Harry true? Ross. The commons hath he pill'd ** with Did not the one deserve to have an heir ?

grievous taxes, Is not his heir a well-deserving son? And lost their liearts: the nobles hath he fined Take Hereford's rights away, and take from For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts. His charters, and his customary rights; (time Willo. And daily new exactions are de Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day;

vised; Be not thyself, for how art thou a king, As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: Bat by fair sequence and succession?

But what, b'God's namc, doth become of this Irish soldiers. Allading to the idea that no venomous reptiles live in Ireland. When of tby age.

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North. Wars have not wasted it, for warrd | You promised, when you parted with the king, he hath not,

To lay aside life-harming heaviness, But dasely yielded upon compromise

And entertain a cheerful disposition. That which his ancestors achieved with blows: Queen. To please the king, I did; to please More ḥath he spent in peace, than they in wars. myself, Ross. The earl of Wiltshire hath the realm I cannot do it; yet I know no cause in farm.

[broken man. Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth As my sweet Richard: Yet, again, methinks, over him.

(wars, Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Ross. He hath not money for these Irish is coming towards me; and my inward soul His burdenous taxations notwithstanding, With nothing trembles: at something it grieves, But by the robbing of the banish'd duke. More than with parting from my lo

the king. North. His noble kinsman: most degene- Bushy. Each substance of a grief bath rate king!

twenty shadows,
But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, which show like grief itself, but are not so:
Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storin: For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,
We see the wind set sore upon our sails, Divides one thing entire to many objects ;
And yet we strike not, but securely perish*. Like perspectives 1, which, rightly gazed upon,

Ross. We see the very wreck that we must Show nothing but confusion; eyed awry,
And unavoided is the danger now, (suffer; Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,
For suffering so the causes of our wreck. Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
North. Not so;, even through the hollow Finds shapes of grief, more than himself to wail;
eyes of death,

Which, louk'don as it is, is nought but shadows I spy life peering; but I dare not'say

Of what it is not. Then, thrice gracious queen, How near the tidings of our comfort is. More than your lord's departure' weep not; Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts as more's not seen: thon dost ours.

[land: Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumber- Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary, We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward by words are but as thoughts; therefore be soat bold.

[Blanc, a bay Persuades me, it is otherwise: Howe'er it be, North. Then thus :- I have from Port le I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad. [tbink, n Brittany, received intelligence,

As,-though, in thinking, on no thought I 'hat Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham, Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Che son of Richard earl of Arundel,]

Bushy. '7'is nothing but conceit**, my grathat late broke from the duke of Exeter,

cious lady:

(rived lis brother, archbishop late of Canterbury, Queen. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still de ir Thomas Erpingham, sir John Ramston, From some forefather grief; mine is not s0; ir John Norbery, sir Robert Waterton, and For nothing bath begot my something griet'; Francis Quoint,-

Or something hath the nothing that I grieve : 11 these well fornish'd by the duke of Bretagne, 'Tis in reversion that I do possess; lith eight tall t ships, three thousand men of But what it is, that is not yet known; what war,

I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I woth. re making hither with all due expediences,

Eriter GREEN. ad shortly mean to touch our northern shore: Green. God save your majestyland wel erhaps, they had ere this; but that they stay met, gentlemen :le first departing of the king for Ireland. I hope, the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland. then we shall shake off our slavish yoke, Queen. Why hopest thou so ? 'tis better up out our drooping country's broken wing, hope be is;

(hope; deem from broking pawn the blemish'd For bis designs crave haste, his haste good crown,

Then wherefore dost thou hope, he is not ipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt II, shipp'a!

[tired his power, id make high majesty look like itself,

Green. That he, our hope, might have re. with me, in post to Ravenspurg:

And driven into despair an enemy's hope, t if you faint, as fearing to do so,

Who strongly hath set footing in this land: ly, and be secret, and myself will go. The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself, Ross. To horse,' to horse! urge doubts to And with uplifted arms is safe arrived them that fear.

(be there. At Ravenspürg. Villo. Hold out my horse, and I will first Queen. Now God in heaven forbid !

(Exeunt. Green. 0, madam, 'tis too true: and that CENE II. The samé. A Room in the

ot, is worse,

(Henry Perey, Palace.

The lord Northumberland, his young sen Enter Queen, BUSHY, and BAGOT. The lurds of Ross, Beaumond, apo Willonghby, ushy. Madam,your majesty is too much sad; with alltheir powerful friends, are fled to him. Perish by confidence in our security. Stout | Expedition. Ś Supply with new hers. Gilding. Pictures ** Fanciful conception.

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vay,

Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'a How, or which way, to order these affairs, Northumberland,

Thus thrust disorderly into my hands, And all the rest of the revolting faction Never believe me. Both are my kinsmer; Traitors ?

(cester The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath Green.We have : whereon the earl of Wor- And duty bids defend; the other again, Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship, Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd; And all the household servants fled with him Whom conscienceand my kindred bidsto right. To Boling broke.

(my woe, Well,somewhat we must do.-Come,cousin, I'll Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to Dispose of you :-Go, muster up your men, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir: And meet me presently at Berkley-castle. Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy; I should to Plashy too ; And I, a gasping new-deliver's mother, But time will not permit :-all is uneven, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd. And every thing is left at six and seven. Bushy. Des pair not, madam.

(Exeunt YORK and Queen. Queen. Who shall hinder me? Bushy. The wind sets fair for news to go I will despair, and be at enmity

to Ireland, With cozening hope; he is a flatterer, But none returns. For us to levy power, A parasite, a keeper-back of death,

Proportionable to the enemy, Who gently svould dissolve the bands of life, Is all impossible.

[love, Which false hope lingers in extremity. Green. Besides our nearness to the king in Enter YORK.

Is near the hate of those love not the king. Green, Here comes the duke of York. (neck; Bagot. And that's the wavering commons:

Queen. With sigr.s of war about his aged for their love 0, full of careful business are his looks Lies in their purses, and who so empties them, Uncle,

By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. For heaven's sake, speak comfortable words. Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally York. Should I do so, I should belie my condemn'd.

[we, thougbts :

Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Because we ever have been near the king. Where nothing lives but crosses, care, and Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Your husband he is gone to save far off, [grief.

Bristol castle; Whilst others come to make him lose at home : The earl of_Wiltshire is already there. [office Here am I left to underprop his land;

Bushy. Thither will I with you: for little Who, weak with age, cannot support my. The hateful commons will perform for us; self!-

(made; Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit Will you go along with us? Now shall be try his friends that flatter'd him, Bugot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty, Enter a Servant.

Farewell; if heart's presages be not vain, Serv. My lord, your son was gone before We three here part, that ne'er shall meet I came. (way it will ! again.

[Bolingbroke. York. He was ?-Why, so!-go all which Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back The nobles they are fled, the commons cold, Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he ute And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.

dertakes

(dryf Sirrah,

Is-numb'ring sands, and drinking oceans Get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster ; Where one on his side fights, thousands will Bid her send me presently a thousand pound:

fly.

(and ever. Hold, take my ring.

Bushy. Farewell at once ; for once, for all Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lord- Green. Well, we may meet again, To-day, as I came by, I called there ; [ship: Bagot. I fear me, never. (Exeunt But I shall grieve you to report the rest. York. What is it, knave ?

SCENE III. The Wilds in Glostershire.

{died. Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBER York. God for his mercy! what a tide of woes

LAND, with Forces. Comes rushing on this woful land at once! Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berklo I know not what to do :-I would to God, North. Believe me, noble lord, {now! (So my untruth. had not provoked him to it,) I am a stranger here in Glostershire. The king had cut off my head with my bro- These high wild hills, and rough uneven wayy ther's.

(land ?Draw out our miles, and make them wear What, are there posts despatch'd for Ire. some: How shall we do for money for these wars? And yet your fair discourse hath been as sogar Come, sister,-cousin, I would say: pray, par. Making the hard way sweet and délectable.

don me. - [provide some carts, But, I bethink me, what a weary way Go, fellow, (To the Servant.] get thee home, From Ravenspurg Cotswold, will be found And bring away the armour that is there.- In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your com

(Erit Servant. pany; Gentlemen, will you go zauster med ? if I knowWhich, I protest, hath very much beguiled

• Disloyalty.

(tain it.

the poor;

to you.

The tediousness and process of my travel : Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most But theirs is sweeten'd with the hope to bave

noble lord. The present benefit which I possess :

Willo. And far surmounts oor labour to atAnd bope to joy, is little less in joy,

Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short; as mine Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, hath done

Stands for my bounty. But who comes here? By sight of what I have, your noble company.

Enter BERKLEY. Boling. Of much less value is my company,

North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. Than your good words. But who comes here? Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is Enter HARRY PERCY.

[ter; North. It is my son, young Harry Percy, Boling. My lord, my answer is--to LancasSent from my brother Worcester, whenceso- And I am come to seek that name in England : Harry, how fares your uncle? [ever. And I must find that title in your tongue, Percy. I had thought,my lord, to have learu'd Before I make reply to aught you say. (meaning bis health of you.

Berk. Mistake me not, my lord ; 'tis not my North. Why, is he not with the queen? To raze one title of your honour out :Percy. No, my good lord,' he hath forsook To you, my lord, I come, (what lord you will,) the court,

From the most glorious regent of this land, Broken his staff of office, and dispersed The duke of York: to know what pricks you on The household of the king.

To take advantage of the absent time t, (arms. North.

What was his reason ? And fright our native peace with self-born He was not so resolved, when last we spake

Enter YORK attended. together.

(traitor. Boling. I shall not need transport my words Percy.Because your lordshipwas proclaimed by you;

(uncle ! But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg, Here comes his grace in person. My noble To offer service to the duke of Hereford ;

(Kneels. And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover York. Show me thy humble heart, and not What power the duke of York had levied there; Whose duty is deceivable and false. (thy knee, Then with direction to repair to kavenspurg. Boling. My gracions uncle! North. Have you forgot the duke of Here- York. Tut, tut! ford, boys

(forgot, Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle : Percy. No, my good lord; for thai is not I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace, Which ne'er I did remember: to my know. In an ungracious mouth, is but profane. I never in my life did look on him. [ledge, Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs North. Then learn to know him now; this Dared once to touch a dast of England's is the duke. (service, ground?

(to march Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my But then more why;- -Why have they dared Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young; So many miles upon her peaceful bosom; Which elder days shall ripen, and confirm Frighting her pale-faced villages with war, To more approved service and desert. (sure, And ostentation of despised arms? (hence?

Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be Comest thou because the anointed king is
I count myeelf in nothing else so happy, Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,
As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends; And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, Were I but now the lord of such hot youth,
It shall be still thy true love's recompense: As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself,
My heart this covenant makes, my band thus Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars
seals it.

(stir
of men,

(French; North. How far is it to Berkley ? And what from forth the ranks of many thousand Keeps good old York there with his men of 0,then, how quickly should this arm of mine, war?

(of trees, Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee, Percy. There stands the castle, by yon turt And minister correction to thy fault! (fault; • Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have Boling. My gracionsunclé, let me know my heard :

(Seymour; On what condition stands it, and whereiu ? And in it are the lords of York, Berkley; and York. Even in condition of the worst dea: None else of name, and noble estimate.

gree,Enter Ross and WILLOUGHBY. In gross rebellion, and detested treason : North. Here.come the lords of Ross and Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come, Willoughby,

Before the expiration of thy time, Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with baste. In braving arms against thy sovereign. Boling. Welcome, my lords: I wot", your Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd love pursues

Bat as I come, I come for Lancaster. [Hereford; A banish'a traitor; all my treasury

And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace, Is yet but unfelt thauks, which, moreenrich'd, Look on my wrongs with anindifferenti eye: Shall be your love and labour's recompense, You are my father, for, methinks, in you • Know.

Time of the king's absence. | Impartial.

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