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My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,

Which holds but 'till thy news be uttered ;
The Orchard in Sevinstead-Abbey.

And then all this thou feeit, is but a clod,
Fruer Prince Harry, Salisbury, and Bigo!. And module of confounded royalty.

Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood Fuuli. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward;
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Where, heaven he knows, how wethall answer him:
(Which some suppose the foul's frail dwelling-house) For, in a night, the best part of my power,
Doth, by the idle coniments that it makes, As I upon advantage did remove,
Foretell the ending of mortalitv.

Were in the waihes, all unwarily,
Enter Pembroke.

Devoured by the unexpected food. [Tbe king dies, Pemó. His highness yet doch speak; and holds

Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an belief,

ear, That, being brought into the open air,

My liege! my lord ! — But now a king,—now thus, It would allay the burning quality

Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop. Of that fell poison which alfaileth him.

What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard here,— When this was now a king, and now is clay! Doth he still rage ?

Faulo. Art thou gone fo! I do but stay behind, Pemb. He is more patient

To do the office for thee of revenge ;
Than when you left him : even now lie sung. And then my soul shail wait on thee to heaven,

len. () vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes, As it on earth hath been thy servant still.In their continuance, will not feel themselves. Now, now, you Itars, that move in your right Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts,


(faiths ; Leaves them : invisible his siege is now,

Where be your powers ? Shew now your mended Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds And initantly return with me again, With many legious of itrange fantasies ;

To puth destruction, and perpetual thame, Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, Out of the weak door of our fainting land : Confound themselves. 'Tis Itrange, that death Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought ; should fing

The Dauphin rages at our very heels. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,

Sirl. It seeins, you know not then so much as we:
Who chants a dolefui hymn to his own death ; The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
A.d, from the organ-pipe of irailey, sings Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin ;
His foul and body to their lifting rest.

And brings from hin such offers of our peace
Sal. Be of good comfort, price; for you are born As we with honour and respect may take,
To set a form upon that indigest

With purpose presently to leave this war. Which he hath left so Thapeless and fo rude. Faul. He will the rather do it, when he sees King Polpa brougbe in.

Ourfelves well finewed to our defence. X. John. Ay marry; now my soul hath elbow Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already ; room

For many carriages he hath ditpatch'd 1: would not out at windows, nor at doors. To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel There is so hot a sumnier in my bosom,

To che disposing of the cardinal :
That all my bowels crumble up to dust :

With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,
I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen If you think meet, this afternoon will post
Upon a parchment ; and against this fire To consummate this business happily.
Do I shrink up.

Fauls. Let it be lo :--And you, my noble prince, Her. How fares your majesty ? [cast off : With other princes that may best be spar'd,

K. John. Poison'd;ill fare ;-dead, forsook, Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
And none of you will bid the winter come, Her. At Worcester must his body be interr’d;
To thrust his icy fingers in my maw ;

For lo he will'd it.
Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course Faulc. Thither shall it then.
Through my burn'd bosom ; nor intreat the north And happily may your sweet self put on
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, The lineal state and glory of the land !
And comfort me with cold: I do not ask you much, To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
I beg cold comfort; and you are so Itrait, I do bequeath my faithful services
And so ingrateful, you deny me that.

And true subjection everlastingly.
Hen. Oh, that there were some virtue in my tears,

Sui. And the like tender of our love we make, That might relieve you !

To reft without a spot for evermore. (thanks, K. Jobn. The salt of them is hot.

Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you Within me is a hell; and there the poison And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize

Faulc. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe, On unreprievable condemned blood.

Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. Enter Faulçonbridge,

This England never did, nor never shall, Faul. Oh, I am scalded with my violent motion, Lye at the proud foot of a conqueror, And spleen of speed to see your majesty. But when it first did help to wound itself.

K. Jobr. Oh,cousin, thou art cometofer mine eye: Now these her princes are come home again, The tackle of niy heart is crack'd and burnt ; Come the three corners of the world in arms, [rue, And all the shrowds, wherewith my life should fail, And we shall shock them : Nought Thall make us Accurned to one thread, one little hair ; If England to itself do rest but true. [Exeunt omnes.

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Uncles to the King



PERCY, son to Northumberland York,

Lord Ross 4. JOHN of Gaunt, Duke of Lax

Lord WILLOUGHBY. caller,

Lord FitZWATER. HE:RY, Jurnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Bishop of Carlisle.

Hereford, afterwards King Henry she Fourth, Sir STEPHEN SCRoop. fon :o 'Jobn of Gaunt.

Lord Marshal; and another Lord. Duke of AU MIERLE?, son to the Duke of York. Abbol of WESTMINSTER. MOWBRAS, Duke of Norfolk.

Sir PIERCE of Exton.
Duke of SURREY.

Captain of a Band of Welchmen.

Queen to King Richard.

Dutchrjs of GLOSTER. BACOT, Creatures to King Richard.

Dutchess of YORK.

Ladies, attending on the Queen.
Heralds, two Gardeners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Atlendarts.

SCENE, dispersedly, in England and Wales.


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Or worthily, as a good subject should,

On some known ground of treachery in him ? The Court.

Gaunt. As near as I could fift him on that are Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other No

gument,bles and Attendants.

On some apparent danger seen in him, K. Rich. LD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice. Lancaster,

K. Rich. Then call them to our presence ; face Haft thou, according to thy oath and band 5,

to face, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son; And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, The accuser, and the accused, freely speak :Which then our leisure would not let us hear, High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Gaunt. I have, my liege.

[him, Enter Boling broke and Mowbray. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou founded Boling. Many years of happy days befal If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; My gracious fovereign, my most loving liege!

· This history, however, comprises little more than the two last years of this prince. The action of the drama begins with Bolingbroke's appealing the duke of Norfolk, on an accusation of high treason, which fellout in the year 1998; and it clotes with the murder of king Richard at Pomfretcattie towards the end of the year 1400, or the beginning of the ensuing year. 2 Aumerle is the French for what we now call' Albemarle, which is a town in Normandy. 3 Mr. Steevens says, it ought to be Lord Berkley, as there was no Earl Berkley 'till some ages after. 4 Now spelt Roos, one of the duke of Rutland's titles. sj. e. bond.


Mowb. Each day still better other's happiness; Or chivalrous design of knightly trial :
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, And, when I mount, alive may I not light,
Add an immortal title to your crown!

If I be traitor, or unjustly fight !

[charge ? K. Rich. We thank you both : yet one but K. Rich. What doth our coufin l.ay to Mowbray's Aatters us,

It must be great, that can inherit us 3
As well appeareth by the cause you come; So much as of a thought of ill in him. [true ;-
Namely, to appeal each other of high treason. Boling. Look, what I said, my life Thall prove it
Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles,
Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers ;

Baling. First(heaven be the record to my speech!) The which he hath detain'd for lewdemployments,
In the devotion of a subject's love,

Like a false traitor, and injurious villain.
Tendering the precious safety of my prince, Besides I say, and will in battle prove,-
And free from other misbegotten hate,

Or here, or elsewhere, to the furtheft verge
Come 1 appellant to this princely presence. That ever was survey'd by English eye,-
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, That all the treasons, for these eighteen years
And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, Complotted and contrived in this land,
My body shall make good upon this earth, Fetch from falfe Mowbray their first head and spring.
Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.

Further I say,—and further will maintain
Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant ;

Upon his bad life, to make all this good,
Too good to be so, and too bad to live;

That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death;
Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, Suggest his soon-believing adversaries;
The uglier seem the clouds that in it Ay. And, confequently, like a traitor coward, [blood :
Once more, the more to aggravate the note, Sluic'd out his innocent foul through itreams of
With a foul craitor's name stuff I thy throat ; Which blood, like facrificing Abel's, cries,
And wish, (so please my sovereign) ere I move, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn' swori To me, for justice, and rough chastirement ;
may prove.

[zeal : And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
Mewb. Let not my cold words here accuse my This arm Thall do it, or this life be spent.
'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,

Rich. How high a pitch his resolution foars
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,

Tliomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?
Can arbitrate this cause betsvixt us twain ;

Mowb. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
The blood is hot, that must be coold for this. And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
Yet can I not of such talne patience boaft, 'Till I have told this flander of his blood,
As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say :

How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. (ears:
First, the fair reverence of your hughneis curbs me, Ki Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and
From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's licir,
Which else would post, until it had return'd |(As he is but my father's brother's 10.)
These terms of treason doubled down his throat. Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow,
Setting aside his high blood's royalty,

Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood
And let him be no kinsman to my lege,

Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize
1 do defy him, and I spit at him ;

The unstooping ärmneis of my upright foul : Call him- flanderous coward, and a villain : He is our subject, Mowbray, 10 art thou; Which to maintain, I would allow him odds ; Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow. And meet him, were I ty'd to run 3-foot

Movb. Then, Belingbroke, as low its tothy he ut, Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,

Through the falie partage of thy throat, thou lielt!
Or any other ground 2 indub table

Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais,
Where ever Englishman durft set his foot. Disbury'd I to luis highness' soldiers :
Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,

The other part reserv'd I by consent ;
By all my hopes, most fallely coth he lie. For that my sovereign liege was in my debt,
Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw Upon remainder of a dear account,
my gage,

Since lait I went to France, to fetch his queen:
Disclaiming here the kindred of a king;

Not swallow down that lie.For Gloiter's
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,

Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to excepe : I new him not; but, to mine own disgrace,
If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Neglected my sworn duty in that care.--
As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
By that, and all the rites of knighthood elle, The honourable father to my foe, -
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
What I have spoke, or chou cunft worse devise. A treipass that Joth vex my grieved foul:

Mowb. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, But, ere I latt receiv'd the facrament,
Which gently lay'd ry knighthood on my shoulder, I did confess it; and exactly begg'd
I'll answer thee in any fair degree,

Your grace's pardon, and, i hope, I had it.
* Meaning, his sword drawn in a right or jud cause. 2 i. e: not habitable. 3 i, e. polless us.

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This is my fault: As for the rest appeal’d,

K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but io comIt iilues from the rancour of a villain,

mand : A recreant and most degenerate traitor : Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Which in myself I boldly will defend;

Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, And interchangeably hurl down my gage Ar Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day ; Upon this over-weening traitor's foot,

There Tall your swords and lances arbitrate To prove myself a loyal gentleman

The swelling difference of your settled hate ; Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom : Since we cannot atone you, you shall see In harte whereof, most heartily I pray

Justice decide the victor's chivalıy:Your highness to aflign our trial-day. [me; Lord marshal, command our officers at arms

K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruld by Be ready to direct these home-alarms. [Excurt Let's purge this choler without letting blood :

S с E N E II. This we prescribe, though no physician ;

The Duke of Lancasier's Palace. Deep malice makes tuo deep incision :

Enter Gaunt, and Duichess of Glofier. Forget, forgive ; conclude, and be agreed ; Gauni. Alas! the part + I had in Glofter's blood Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed. Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims, Good uncle, let this end where it begun ;

To ftir against the butchers of his life. We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. But, since correction lieth in those hands,

Gaunt. To be a make-peace thall become my age: Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gage. Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;

K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth, Gawi. When, Harry?when ?

Will rain hot vengeance on oftenders' heads. Obedience bids, I should not bid again.

Dutcb. Einds brotherhood in thee no sharper (pur ? K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; there Hath love in thy old blood no living fire? is no boot".

[fuot : Edward's seven fons, whereof thyielf art one, Mowb. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy Were as seven phial of his sacred blou, My life thou shalt command, but not my shame : Or seven fair branches, springing from one rout : The one, my duty owes; but my fair name, Some of those feven are dry by nature's courie, (Despight of death, that lives upon my grave) Some of those branches by the destines cut. To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. But Thomas, my deu lord, my life, my Glotter,-I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled 2 here; One phial full of Edward's facred hluud, Piered to the foul with Nander's venor'd spear; One flourishing branch of his most royal root, The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood Is crick'd, and all the precious liquor spilt ; Which breath'd this poison.

Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, K. Ricb. Rage must be withstood :

By envy's hand, and murder's bluody axe. Give me his gage :-Lions make leopards tame. Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine ; that bed, tha Mowb. Yea, but not change their ipocs : Cake

womb, but my shame,

That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee, And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, Made him a man; and though thou liv'it, and The purest treasure mortal times afford,

breath'It, Is-spotless reputation ; that away,

Yet art thou Nain in him : thou doft confent Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. In some large measure to tly father's death, A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest

In that thou leeft thy wretched brother die, I bold spirit in a loyal brealt.

Who was the model of th; father's life. Mine honour is my life ; both grow in one ; Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is detpair : Take honour from me, and my life is done : In suffering thus thy brother to be Naughter'd, Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; Thou shew'lt the naked path way to thy life, la that I live, and for that will I die.

Teaching Itern murder how to buecher thee: K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage ; do you That which in mean men we entitle-patience, begin.

Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. Boling. Oh, heaven defend my soul from such What Thall I say? to safeguard thine own life, foul sin !

The best way is to venge my Glofter's death. Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight ? Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for heaven's Or with pale beggar face 3 impeach my height

substitute, Before this out-dara daftard ? Ere my tongue His deputy anointed in his right, Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong, Hath caus'd his death : the which if wrongfully, Or found to base a parle, my teeth shall tear Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift The flavith motive of recanting fear ;

An angry arm against his minister: And spit it bleeding, in his high disgrace,

Dutch. Where then, alas ! may I complain myself? Where ihame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion and face.

(Exis Gaunt.

defence. 1 i. e. no advantage in delay or refusal. 2 Bafled, in this, as has been noted in a former, place, means, trcated with the greatest ignominy imaginable. 31. c. with a face of lupplication. ny relation of consanguinity to Glofter.

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