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THE LIFE AND DEATH OF RICHARD THE SECOND

RICHARD II was first published in an anonymous quarto in 1597. A second quarto, printed from the first, but with Shakespeare's name on the title-page, appeared in 1598. Neither of these editions contained the abdication scene (IV. i. 154-318), which is supposed to have been suppressed owing to Queen Elizabeth's sensitiveness on such subjects, but it appears in the Third Quarto (1608), and is found in all the later editions. The Fourth Quarto, printed from the third, as the third was from the second, is dated 1615, and was the main source of the text of the First Folio. But in addition to some corrections, alterations, and omissions for acting purposes, the First Folio has been thought to show that its editors had access to a manuscript of the abdication scene from which they amended the imperfect text of that part of the Fourth Quarto. Thus for the main part of the play the best authority is the First Quarto; for the abdication scene, the First Folio; and on these the present text is accordingly based.

Apart from the date of publication we have only internal evidence as to date of production. The subject may have been suggested by Marlowe's Edward II; but the style shows a marked departure from the Marlowesque rhetoric of Richard III, and takes it out of the period when Shakespeare was most under the influence of his great predecessor. Taking into consideration the frequency of rime on the one hand, and the absence of prose on the other, we may conclude that the drama was composed within a year of 1594.

The main source of the action is Holinshed's Chronicles of England, Scotland, and Ireland, supplemented by Stowe's Annals, but the chief interest lies in those elements that are due to the dramatist's imagination. The parts played and the speeches uttered by the female characters are entirely Shakespeare's. Historically, the Queen was only eleven years old at the date of her husband's deposition; and the Duchess of York was only the stepmother of Aumerle. The scene at the deathbed of John of Gaunt is represented in the chronicle by the bare statement of the fact of his death; and there is no hint of the great speech on the glory of England. This speech, with others, such as the closing lines of King John, point to the inference that Shakespeare deliberately used the opportunity given in the historical plays to appeal to the patriotic enthusiasm of his contemporaries.

But the greatest achievement in the play is in the creation, or interpretation, of the character of Richard himself. The chronicle supplied the outline of his action, but little characterization beyond charges of self-indulgence and subjection to unworthy favorites. Richard's love of the spectacular and his enjoyment of his own emotions even of misery and despair, along with his tendency to substitute fluent and poetical utterance for action, are all the conception of the dramatist. The resignation of the crown actually took place in the presence of a few lords in Richard's chamber in the Tower, so that the amazing exhibition of sentimental vanity in the abdication scene is purely Shakespearean. The hints of the character of Bolingbroke are also mainly invented. Holinshed speaks of his popularity, but gives nothing of such causes of it as are indicated in the description of his courtship of the common people in I. iv. Throughout, even when the details of the episode are borrowed from the chronicle, as in the conspiracy in which Aumerle is involved, the speeches are purely imaginary, hardly any hint of the diction being derived from the sources.

It is at least probable that this was the "play of the deposing of Richard II" which Essex and his associates procured to be performed in the streets of London on the eve of his attempted revolt in 1601. It is clear that it is not the Richard II seen by Forman at the Globe in 1611, since that play dealt chiefly with the earlier events of Richard's reign.

The spellings "Bulling broke," "Herford," " Barkly," "Callice," and " "Cotshall" or "Coltshold" (Cotswold) in the old copies, indicate the Elizabethan pronunciation of these names.

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Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants.

SCENE: England and Wales.]

ACT I

SCENE I. [London. King Richard's palace.] Enter KING RICHARD, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other Nobles and Attendants.

K. Rich. 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, s Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

Gaunt. I have, my liege.

K. Rich. Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him

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If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,
Or worthily, as a good subject should,
On some known ground of treachery in him?
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.
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence.
[Exeunt some Attendants.] Face to face, 15
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.
Enter BOLINGBROKE and MOWBRAY [with
Attendants].

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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?

Boling. First, heaven be the record to my speech!

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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

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Mow. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal.

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"T is 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 all to say.
First, the fair reverence of your Highness

curbs me

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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,

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Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais
Disburs'd I duly to his Highness' soldiers;
The other part reserv'd I by consent,
For that my sovereign liege was in my debt
Upon remainder of a dear account,
Since last I went to France to fetch his queen.
Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's
death

I slew him not; but to my own disgrace
Neglected my sworn duty in that case.
For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster,
The honourable father to my foe,
Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul;
But ere I last receiv'd the sacrament

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I did confess it, and exactly begg'd
Your Grace's pardon; and I hope I had it.
This is my fault. As for the rest appeal'd,
It issues from the rancour of a villain,
A recreant and most degenerate traitor;
Which in myself I boldly will defend;
And interchangeably hurl down my gage
Upon this overweening traitor's foot,
To prove myself a loyal gentleman
Even in the best blood chamber'd in his
bosom.

In haste whereof, most heartily I pray
Your Highness to assign our trial day.

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K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be rul'd

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My life thou shalt command, but not my shame.

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but my shame,

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And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one ;
Take honour from me, and my life is done.
Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;
In that I live, and for that will I die.

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K. Rich. Cousin, throw up your gage. Do you begin.

Boling. O, God defend my soul from such deep sin!

Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight,
Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height 189
Before this out-dar'd dastard? Ere my tongue
Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong,
Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear
The slavish motive of recanting fear,
And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,
Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's
face.
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K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to
command;

Which since we cannot do to make you friends,
Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,
At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day;
There shall your swords and lances arbitrate
The swelling difference of your settled hate. 201
Since we cannot atone you, we shall see
Justice design the victor's chivalry.
Lord Marshal, command our officers at arms
Be ready to direct these home alarms.

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[Exeunt.

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Made him a man; and though thou liv'st and breath'st,

Yet art thou slain in him. Thou dost consent
In some large measure to thy father's death, 26
In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
Who was the model of thy father's life.
Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair.
In suffering thus thy brother to be slaught'red,
Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life, si
Teaching stern Murder how to butcher thee.
That which in mean men we intitle patience
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
What shall I say? To safeguard thine own
life,

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Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold
Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight.
O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's

spear,

That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!
Or, if misfortune miss the first career,
Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom,
That they may break his foaming courser's

back,

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And throw the rider headlong in the lists,
A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford !
Farewell, old Gaunt! Thy sometimes brother's
wife

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Gaunt. Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry.
As much good stay with thee as go with me!
Duch. Yet one word more; grief boundeth
where it falls,

Not with the empty hollowness, but weight.
I take my leave before I have begun,
For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.

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Lo, this is all:-nay, yet depart not so;
Though this be all, do not so quickly go;
I shall remember more. Bid him-ah, what?—
With all good speed at Plashy visit me.
Alack, and what shall good old York there see
But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,
Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?

And what hear there for welcome but my groans?

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Therefore commend me; let him not come there,

To seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere.
Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die.
The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.
[Exeunt.

SCENE III. [The lists at Coventry.]
Enter the LORD MARSHAL and the DUKE OF
AUMERLE.

Mar. My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?

Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.

Mar. The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,

Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.

Aum. Why, then, the champions are prepar'd, and stay

For nothing but his Majesty's approach.

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The trumpets sound, and the KING enters with his nobles, GAUNT, BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN, and others. When they are set, enter MowBRAY in arms, defendant, with a HERALD. K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion

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The cause of his arrival here in arms.
Ask him his name, and orderly proceed
To swear him in the justice of his cause.
Mar. In God's name and the King's, say
who thou art

And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in arms,

Against what man thou com'st, and what thy quarrel.

Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath; And so defend thee Heaven and thy valour! 15 Mow. My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk ;

Who hither come engaged by my oath Which God defend a knight should violate ! – Both to defend my loyalty and truth

To God, my King, and my succeeding issue, 20 Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me; And, by the grace of God and this mine arm, To prove him, in defending of myself,

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A traitor to my God, my King, and me:
And as I truly fight, defend me Heaven!
The trumpets sound. Enter BOLINGBROKE, ap-
pellant, in armour, with a HERALD.

K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,

Both who he is and why he cometh hither
Thus plated in habiliments of war,

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Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,
So be thy fortune in this royal fight!
Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed,
Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear
For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear.
As confident as is the falcon's flight
Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
My loving lord, I take my leave of you;
Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;
Not sick, although I have to do with death,
But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.
Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
The daintiest last, to make the end most

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