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K. Ricb. - Thou, a lunatic lean-witted fool, I am the last of noble Edward's fons, Presuming on an agur's privilege,

Of whom thy father, prince of Wales, was first; Darit with thy frozen admonition

In war was never lion rag'd more fierce, Mike pale our cheek; chasing the royal blood, In peace was never gentle lamb more mild, With fury, from his native residence.

Than was that young and princely gentleman : Now by my feat's right royal majcity,

His face thou haft, for even fo look'd he, Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son, dccomplish'd with the number of thy hours ; This tongue, that runs so roundly in thy head, But, when he frown'd, it was against the French, Sold run thy head from thy unreverend shoulders. And not against his friends : his noble hand Gaunl. Oh, spare me not, my brother Ej. Did win what he did spend, and spent not that ward's ion,

Which his triumphant father's hand had won :Fir that I was his father Edward's fons His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood, Tivat biood already, like the pelican,

But bloody with the enemies of his kin.
Hit thou tap'd out, and drunkenly carows'd: Oh, Richard ! York is too far gone with grief,
My brother Gloster, plain well-meaning foul, Or elle he never would compare between.
(Whom far befal in heaven 'mongit happy fouls !) K. Rich. Why, uncle, what's the matter?
Muy be a precedent and witness good,

York. O, my liege,
Thai thou reípect'ít noi spilling Edward's blood : Pardon me, if you please ; if not, I pleas'd
Join with the present fickneis that I have ; Not to be pardon'd, am content withal.
And thy unkindness be like crooked age, Seek you to seize, and gripe into your hands,
T) crop at once a ioo long wither's funer. The royalties and rights of banilh'd Hereford ?
Live in thy sname, but wie not thime with thee! Is not Gaunt dead : and doch not Hereford live?
Thele words hereafter thy tormentors be!-- Was not Gaune juft? and is not Harry true?
Convey me to my bed, then to my grave : Did not the one deserve to have an beir? ,
Lore they to live ', that love and honour have. Is not his heir a well-deserving fon ?

[Exii, beine out. Take Hereford's rights away, and take from time K. Rich. And let them die, that age and fuliens His charters, and his customary righies ; have;

Let iwe co-morrow then ensue to-day ; For both haft thou, and both become the grave. Be not thyself, for how art thou a king,

i ork. 'Beseech your majesty, impute his words But by fair sequence and fucceffion? To wayward ficklinets and age in him :

Now, afure God (God forbid, I say true !)
He loves you, on my lite, and holds you dear if you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,
L Harry duke of Hertford, were he here. Call in his letters patents that he halb

K. Riib. Right; you tay true; as Hereford's love, By his actornies-general to lure
A triens, to mine; and all be as it is. (io his ; His livery, and deny + his offer'd homage,
Enter Noribumberland,

You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,
North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him to You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts,
K. Ricb. What i.ays he ? (your majetty. And prick my tender patience to those thoughts
Noth. Nay, nothing; all is said ;

Which honour and allegiance cannot think. (hands His tongue is now a stringless inftrument;

K. Rich. Think what you will; we seize into our Worts, life, and all, old Lancaiter liath spent. [fo! His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands.

1 01 L. Be York the next that mult be bankrupt York. I'll not be by, the while: My liege, farewel; Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell;

K. Rich. The ripett fruit first falls, and so doth he; But by bad courses may be undesstood, H's time is spent, our pilgrimage must be : That their events can never fall out good. [Exit. Sw mun for that.-Now for our Irish wars : K. Rich. Go, Bulhy, to the ear) of Wiltshire We must iufplant those rough rug-headed kerosa ; Bid him repair to us to Ely-house, [Atraight; Which live like venom, where no venom else 3, To see this byliness; To-morrow next But only they, hath privilege to live.

We will for Ireland ; and 'tis time, I trow; And, for ibebe great affairs do ask some charge,- And we create, in absence of ourself, Twards our assistance, we do seize to us Our uncle York lord-governor of England, Ihe plue, coin, revenues, and moveables, For he is just, and always lov'd us wellWhereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess’d. [long Come on, our queen : to-morrow must we part ;

lo k. How long shall I be patient? Oh, bow Be merry, for our time of Itay is short. {Flourijh. Skuil tender duty make me lutter wrong?

[Excunt King, Queen, &c. Not Glofter's death, nor Hereford's banihment, North. Well, lords, the duke of Lancaster is dead. XocGaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs, Profs. And living tou; for now his fon is duke. Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke,

Willo. Barely in title, not in revenue. About his marriage, not my own disgrace,

Norsb. Richly in both, if justice had her right. Have ever made me four my patient cheek, Russ. My heart is great ; but it must break with Or bend one wrinklo on my sovereign's face. | Ere't be dilburuend with a liberal tongue. (silence,

I That is, let them love to live. 2 Kern signifies an Irish font-soldier; an Irish boor. 3 Allading to a tradition, that St. Patrick freed the kingdom of Ireland from every specjes of venomous repilies. * 1. 6. sefyśc.


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North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er We three are but thyself; and, speaking fo, spe3k more,

Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold, That speaks thy words again, to do thee harm ! North. Then thus :- I have from Port le Blanc, Willo. Tends that thou'dst spcak, to the duke of In Britany, receiv'd intelligence,

[a bay Hereford ?

That Harry Hereford, Reignold Lord Cobham, If it be so, out with it boldly, man ;

That late broke from the duke of Exeter ; Quick is niine ear, to hear of good towards him. His brother, archbithop late 3 of Canterbury,

Rols. No good at all, that I can do for him ; Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramfton, Unless you call it good, to pity him,

Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton, and Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.

Francis Quoint, North. Now, afore heaven, 'ris shame such All these, well furnith'd by the duke of Bretagne, wrongs are borne,

With eight tall ihips, three thousand men of war, In him a royal prince, and many more

Are making hither with all duc cxpedience, Of noble blood in this declining land.

And shortly mean to touch our northern shore : The king is not himself, but bately led

Perhaps, they liad ere this; but that they stay By flaterers; and what they will inform, The first departing of the king for Ireland. Mierely in hate, 'gainst any of us all,

If then we fhall thake off our naviih yoke, That will the king severely prosecute

Imp out 4 our drooping country's broken wing, 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. Redeein from broking pawn the biemiih'd crown, Rois. The commons hath he pilld with griev- Wipe off the dust that hides our scepter's gili, ous taxes,

And make high majesty look like itself. And quite lost their hearts: the nobles he hath fin'd Away, with me, in post to Ravenspurg : For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts. But if you faint, as fearing to do 1o,

Billo. And daily new exactions are devis’d; Stay, and be fecret, and mytelf will go. As-blanks, benevolences, and I wot not whnt : Rofs. To horte, to horse! urge doubts to them But what, o' God's name, doth become of this?

that fear. North. War hath not waited it, for warr'd he Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be


[Excurte But basely yielded upon compromise Thit which his ancestors archiev'd with blows :

S CE N E II. More hath he spent in peace, then they in wars.

The Court. Rrafs. The earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in Ertur Queen, Bufry, and Bagot. farm.

[man. Buffy. Madam, your majesty is much too sad : Willa. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken You promis'd, when you parted with the king, North. Reproach, and disfolution, hangeth over To lay aside life-harming heaviness, him.

And entertain a chearful disposition. Rofs. He hath not money for these Irish wars: Queen. To please the king I did; to please myself, His burthenous taxations notwithstanding, I cannot do it ; yet I know no cause But by the robbing of the banith'd duke. [king | Why I thould welcome such a guest as grief,

Norih. His noble kiním.n :-Moft degenerate Save bidding forewel to fo fwcet a guest Bui, lords, we hear this fearful tempeft fing, As my sweet Richard : Yet again, methinks, Yet seck no fhelter to avoid the storm :

Some unborn forrow, ripe in fortune's womb, We see the wind fit fore upon our fails, Is coming toward me; and my inward soul And yet we Nrike not!, but securely perish. With nothing trembles : ar joinething it grieves,

Rofs. We see the very wreck that we must suffer; More than with parting from my lord the king. And unavoided is the danger now,

Buky. Each substance of a grief hath twenty For suffering fo the counts of our wreck.

shadows, Noth. Not so; even through the hollow eyes Which shew like grief itself, but are not so: I fpy life peering : but I dare not say, [of death, For forrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, How near the tidings of our comfort is. [dost ours. Divides one thing entire to many objects ;

Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou Like perspectives 5, which, rightly gaz'd upon, Roli. Be confident to speak, Northumberland : Shew nothing but confusion; ey'd awry,

hath not,

I To frike the fra's, is, to contrał them. 2 Mr. Sợcevens obferves, that this circumstance, of having broke from ihe duke of Exeter, applies solely to Thuinas Arundel, fon and heir to the earl of Arundul who was bcheaded in this reign; and from thence conjectures, that a line is loft, in which his name had originally a place. The archbishop next mentioned, was uncle to this young lord, though Shakspeare mistakerly calls him his brother. 3 Having been deprived by the pope of his fee, at the requeft of the king. 4 This expresion is borrowed Irom falconry. Toimpa hauk, was to supply fuch wing-feathers as dropped, or were forced out by any accident. 5 Warburton says this is a fine fimilitude, and the thing meant is this; " Amongit maine matical recieations, there is one in optics, in which a figure is drawn, wherein all the rules of perspective are intertid: so that, if held in the fame position with thole pictures which are drawn according to the rules of perspective, it can present nothing but confusion : and to be seen in form, and under a regular appearance, it must be poked upon from a contrary Ration; or, as Shakipcarc says, ey'dawry,''


Distinguish form : so your sweet majesty,

Enter York. Looking awry upon your lord's departure,

Green. Here comes the duke of York. Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; Quein. Withi Igris of war about his aged neck; Which, louk'd on as it is, is nought but Shadows On, full of careful business are his looks !Of what it is not. Then, thrice gracious queen, Uncle, for hesten's fake, tpeak comfortable words. More than your lord's departure weep not; more's Tork. Should I do fo, I thould bely my thoughts: not teen :

Comfort's in icaven ; and we are on the earth, Or if it be, 'tis with false forrow's eye,

Where nothing lives, but croties, care, and grief. Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary. Your luib.nd he is gone to save far ort,

Queen. It may be 1o; but yet my inward jou! Whilst others come to make him lose at honte : Pertuddes me, it is otherwise : Howe'er it be, Here am I left to underprop his land; I cannot but be sad ; so heavy sad,

Who, weak with age, cannot support myself :As, though, in thinking, on no thought I think, Noiv come; the fick hour that his surfeit made; Mikes me with heavy nothing faint and thrink. Now thall he try his friends that flatter'd hiin. Bury. 'Tis nothing but conceit, iny gracious

Enter a Servant. lady.

Ser. My lord, your fon was gone before I came. Qieren. 'Tis nothing lefs : conceit is still deriva York. He was?-Why, lo!- go all which way From tome tore-father grief; mine is not so ;

it will For nothing hath my fomething srief ; The nobles they are Hell, the communs they are cold, Or something hath, the nothing that I grieve : And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side. 'Tis in reverfion that I do poilers ;

Srrah, But what it is, that is not yet known; what Get thee to Plashy 2, to my sister Gloster I cannot name; 'uis nameless woe, I wot. Bid her fond mc prelently a thousand pound :Enter Green.

Hold, take my ring. Green. Heaven fave your majetty and well Ser. My lori, I had forgot to tell your lordship: met, gentlemen :

To-lay, I came by, and call'd there;--but I I hope the king is not yet ship'd for Ireland. Shall grieve you to report the rest.

Queen. Why hop'it thou to? 'tis better hope, he is ; York. What is it, knave? For nus designs crave hatte, his hatte good hope; Ser. An hour before I cane, the dutchefs dy'd. Then wherefore doft thou hope, he is not ship'd ? York. Heaven for his mercy! what a tide of woes Grren. That he, our hope, might have retird? Comes rishing on this woeful land at once!

I know not what to do :--I would to heaven, And driven into despair an enemy's hope, (So my untruth 3 hath not provok'd him to it) Who strongly hath fet footing in this land : The king had cut off my head with my brother's.-The banith'd Bolingbruke repeals himself, What, are there pofta dispatcii'd for Ireland And with uplifted arms is fafe arriv'd

How ihall we do for money for these wars :-At Raveníparg.

Come, litter,—cousin, I would say ; pray, pardon Queer. Now God in heaven forbid!

Green. O, madım, 'tis too true: and that is worse,--Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts, The lord Northumberland, his young fon Henry

(Torbe jervani, Percy,

And bring away the armour that is there.--The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, Gentlemen, will you go muter men? If I know With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. How, or which way, to order these affairs, Bulg. Why have you not proclaim d Northum- Thus disorderly thrust into my hands, berland,

Never believe me. Both are my kinímen; And the rest of the revolted faction, traitors ? The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath

Green. Wehave: whereupon the earl of Worcester And duty bids defend; the other again, Hath broke his staff, relign’d his stewardthip, Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd ; And all the houshold servants fied with him Włom conscience and my kindred bids to right. To Bolingbroke.

Well, somewhat we mutt do.--Come, cousin, I'll Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife of my woe, Dispose of you:--Go, muster up your men, And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir : And meet me presently at Berkley, gentlemen, Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy; I should to Plathy too ;And I, a gaiping new-deliver'd mother,

But time will not permit :--All is uneven, Have woe to woe, forrow to forrow join'd. And every thing is left at fix and seven. Baby. Despair not, madam.

(Exeunt Fork and Queen. Queen. Who shall hinder me?

Busly. The wind sits fair for news to go to IreI will despair, and be at enmity

Put none returns. For us to levy power,

[land, With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,

Proportionable to the enemy, A parafice, a keeper-back of death,

Is all unpoflibie. Who gentiy would diktolve the bands of life, Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love, Which falfe hope lingers in extremity.

Is near the hate of those love not the king.

his power,


1 i.e. drawn it back. 2 The lord'hip of Plashy was a town of the dutchess of Glofer's in Essex. 3 i. c. disloyaliy, treachery.


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Dagri. And that's the wavering commons: for To offer service to the duke of Hereford ; their love

And sent me o'er by Berkley, to discover Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them, What power the duke of York had levy'd there ; By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Then with direction to repair to Ravenspurg. Buffy. Wherein the king stands generally con North. Have you forgot the duke of Hereford,

demn'd. Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, Perry. No, my good lord; for that is not forgot, Because we have been ever near the king. (castle ; Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge,

Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol I never in my life did look on him. The ears of Wiltshire is already there.

North. Then learn to know him now; this is Bury. Thither will I with you: for little office

the duke. The hateful commons will perform for us s Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service, Except, like curs, to tear us all in pieces.- Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young ; Will you go along with us?

Which elder days shall ripen and confirm Bagoi. No; I'll to Ireland to his majeily. To more approved service and defert. Farewel : if heart's presages be not vain,

Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. I couns myself in nothing else so happy, Bury. That's as Yorkthrives to beat back Boling- As in a soul remembring my good friends ; broke.

And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, Green. Alas! poor duke, the task he undertakes It shall be still thy true love's recompence: Is--numb’ring sands, and drinking oceans diy ; My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it. Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. North. How far is it to Berkley? And what stir

Bufby. Farewelat once; for once, for all, and ever. Keeps good old York there, with his men of war? Green. Well, we may meet again.

Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of Bagot. I fear me, never.



Mannd with three hundred men, as I have heard ; S CE N E III.

And in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and T'he wilds in Glostershire.

None eile of name, and noble estimate. (Seymour, Enter Beling broke and Northumberland.

Enter Rors and Willougbby. Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? North. Here come the lords of Ross and North. Believe me, noble lord,

Willoughby, I am a stranger here in Glofteribire.

Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. [pursues These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, Boling: Welcome, my lords : I wot, your love Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome : A banifi'd traitor ; all my treasury And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Is yet but unfelt thanks, which, more enrich'd, Making the hard way sweet and delectable. Shall be your love and labour's recompence. ' But, I bethink me, what a weary way,

Rols. Your presence makes us rich, moft nobie lord. From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found Willo. And far furmounts our labour to artain it. In Foss, and Willoughby, wanting your company ; Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the Which, I proteft, hath very much beguil'd

poor; The tediousness and process of my travel : Which, 'till my infant fortune comes to years, But theirs is tweeten'd with the hope to have Stands for my bounty. But who comes here :The pretent benefit that I polless:

Enter Berkley. And hope to joy, is little less in joy,

North. It is my lord of Berkley, as I guess. Than hope enjoy'd : by this, the weary lords Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to you, Shall make their way seem short; as mine hath done Baling. My lond, my aniwer is to Lancaster ; By fight of what I have, your noble company. And I am come to seek that name in England : Boling. Of much less value is my company,

And I must find that title in your tongue, Than your good words. But who comes here? Before I make reply to aught you say. Enter Harry Percy,

Berk. Miitake me noi, my lord; 'tis not my North. It is my son, young Harry Percy,

meaning, Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever. To raze one title of your honour out :Harry, how fares your uacle?

To you, my lord, I come, (what lord you will) Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd From the most glorious of this land, his health of you.

The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on North. Why, is he not with the queen ? (court, To take advantage of the absent time i,

Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forlook the And fright our native peace with self-born arms. Broken his 1taff of office, and dispers

Enter York, attended. The houshold of the king.

Boling. I shall not need transport my words by you; North. What was his reason?

Here comes his grace in perion.--My noble uncle ! He was not so resolv'd, when laitwe spake together.

[Kneels. Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed Pork. Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenípurg, (traitor. Whole duty is deceivable and falle. knee,

Mcaning, perhaps, the time of the king's absence,

Boling. My gracious uncle !.

But in this kind to come, in braving arms, York. Tut, tut !

Be his own carver, and cut out his way, Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle : To find out right with wrong,-it may not be ; I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace, And you, that do abet him in this kind, In an ungracious mouth, is but prophane. Cherish rebellion, and are rebels all. Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs North. The noble duke hath sworn, his coming Dar'd once to touch a duft of England's ground? But for his own; and, for the right of that, But more than why,Why have they dard We all have strongly sworn to give him aid ; to march

And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath, So many miles upon her peaceful borom ;

York. Well, well, I see the ifiue of these arms ; Frighting her pale-fac'd villages with war, I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, And ottentation of deipiled arms?

Because my power is weak, and all ill left : Com'ít thou because the anointed king is hence ? But, if I could, by Him that gave me life, Why, foolith boy, the king is ieft behind,

I would attach you all, and make you stoop And in my loyal bolom lies his power.

Unto the sovereign mercy of the king; Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, But, fince I cannot, be it known to you, As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself,

I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well ;
Rescu'd the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, Unless you please to enter in the castle,
From forth the ranks of many thousand French ; And there repose you for this night.
Oh, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
Now prisoner to the paliy, chastise thee, But we muft win your grace, to go with us
And minifter correction to thy fault!

To Bristol castle ; which, they say, is held
Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault; By Bushy, Bagot, and their complices,
On' what condition stands it, and wherein ? The caterpillars of the commonwealth,

York. Even in condition of the worst degree, Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. In gross rebellion, and detefted treason ;

York. It may be, I will go with you:--but yet Thou art a banith'd man, and here art come,

I'll pause ; Before the expiration of thy time,

For I am loch to break our country's laws. In braving arms against thy sovereign. [ford; Nor friends, nor foes, to me welcome you are :

Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Here- Things past redress, are now with me part care. Put as I come, I come for Lancaster.

[Excunt. And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,

2 SCENE IV. Louk on my wrongs with an indifferent eye ; You are my father, for, methinks, in you

In Wales, I fee old Gaunt alive ; 0, then, my father !

Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd Cap. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days, A wand'ring vagabond; my rights and royalties 'And hardly kept our countrymen together, Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away And yet we hear no tidings from the king ; To upitart unchrifts? Wherefore was I born ? Therefore we will disperse ourselves : farewel. If that my cousin king be king of England,

Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman; It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster. The king reposeth all his confidence in thee. [1tay. You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman ; Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead; we will not Had you first dy'd, and he been thus trod down, The bay-trees in our country all are wither'd, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven : To rouse his wrongs, and chase them to the bay. The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, I am deny'd to sue my livery here,

And lean-look'd prophets whitper fearful change; And yet my letters-patents give me leave: Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leapMy father's goods are all diftrain'd, and sold ; The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, And there, and all, are all amiss employ'd. The other, to enjoy by rage and war : What would you have me do? I am a subject, These signs forerun the death of kingsAnd challenge law : Attornies are deny'd me; Farewel; our countrymen are gone and fied, And therefore perfonally I lay my claim As well assur’d, Richard their king is dead. [Exit. To my inheritar.ce of free descent. [abus's.

$al. Ah, Richard ! with eyes of heavy mind, Noth. The noble duke hath been too much I see thy glory, like a shooting star, Rofs, It ítands your grace apon, to do him right. Fall to the base earth from the firmament ! Willo. Bale men by his endowments are made Thy fun sets weeping in the lowly west, great.

Witneiling storms to come, woe, and unreit:
YorkMy lords of England, let me tell you this -- Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes ;
I have bad feeling of my cousin's wrongs, And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.
And labour'd all I could to do him right:


1 On for in. 2 Dr. Johnson conjectures that this dialogue was probably the second socne in the epfuing Act, and advises the reader to intert it there.


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