Richard II

0:00:25 > 0:00:30Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs,

0:00:32 > 0:00:34Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

0:00:36 > 0:00:39Let us sit upon the ground

0:00:39 > 0:00:42And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

0:00:44 > 0:00:48How some have been deposed; some slain in war;

0:00:49 > 0:00:52Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;

0:00:53 > 0:00:58Some poisoned by their wives; some sleeping killed.

0:00:59 > 0:01:01All murdered.

0:01:25 > 0:01:30Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster.

0:01:30 > 0:01:34Hast thou brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son,

0:01:34 > 0:01:36Here to make good the boisterous late appeal

0:01:36 > 0:01:39Which then our leisure would not let us hear

0:01:39 > 0:01:41Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

0:01:41 > 0:01:43I have, my liege.

0:01:43 > 0:01:45Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him

0:01:45 > 0:01:48If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,

0:01:48 > 0:01:51Or worthily, as a good subject should,

0:01:51 > 0:01:53On some known ground of treachery in him?

0:01:53 > 0:01:57As far as I could sift him on that argument,

0:01:57 > 0:02:00On some apparent danger seen in the Duke

0:02:00 > 0:02:02Aimed at your highness.

0:02:02 > 0:02:05Then call them to our presence.

0:02:05 > 0:02:07Face to face,

0:02:07 > 0:02:10And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear

0:02:10 > 0:02:13The accuser and the accused freely speak.

0:02:29 > 0:02:31Many years of happy days befall

0:02:31 > 0:02:34My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!

0:02:34 > 0:02:37Each day still better other's happiness

0:02:37 > 0:02:40Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,

0:02:40 > 0:02:43Add an immortal title to your crown!

0:02:44 > 0:02:46We thank you both.

0:02:48 > 0:02:50Yet one but flatters us,

0:02:50 > 0:02:54As well appeareth by the cause you come,

0:02:54 > 0:02:57Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.

0:02:57 > 0:02:59Cousin of Hereford,

0:02:59 > 0:03:00What dost thou object

0:03:00 > 0:03:03Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

0:03:04 > 0:03:07First - heaven be the record to my speech!

0:03:08 > 0:03:11In the devotion of a subject's love,

0:03:11 > 0:03:14And free from other misbegotten hate,

0:03:14 > 0:03:18Come I appellant to this princely presence.

0:03:19 > 0:03:22Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,

0:03:22 > 0:03:25And mark my greeting well; for what I speak

0:03:25 > 0:03:27My body shall make good upon this earth,

0:03:27 > 0:03:29Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.

0:03:31 > 0:03:36Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,

0:03:38 > 0:03:42Too good to be so, and too bad to live,

0:03:42 > 0:03:45Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,

0:03:45 > 0:03:48The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

0:03:48 > 0:03:52First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me

0:03:52 > 0:03:55From giving reins and spurs to my free speech,

0:03:55 > 0:03:58Which else would post until it had returned

0:03:58 > 0:04:01These terms of treason doubled down his throat.

0:04:01 > 0:04:08Setting aside his high blood's royalty, I do defy him,

0:04:08 > 0:04:09And I spit at him,

0:04:09 > 0:04:13Call him a slanderous coward and a villain.

0:04:13 > 0:04:17What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?

0:04:17 > 0:04:22Look what I speak, my life shall prove it true:

0:04:22 > 0:04:27I say that Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles

0:04:27 > 0:04:30In name of lending for your highness' soldiers,

0:04:30 > 0:04:34The which he hath detained for lewd employments,

0:04:34 > 0:04:38Like a false traitor and injurious villain.

0:04:39 > 0:04:43Besides I say, and will in battle prove,

0:04:43 > 0:04:47That all the treasons for these 18 years

0:04:47 > 0:04:50Complotted and contrived in this land

0:04:50 > 0:04:54Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.

0:04:54 > 0:04:56And by the glorious worth of my descent,

0:04:56 > 0:04:59This arm shall prove it, or this life be spent!

0:05:05 > 0:05:08HE CHUCKLES

0:05:08 > 0:05:12How high a pitch his resolution soars!

0:05:14 > 0:05:17Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears.

0:05:17 > 0:05:22He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou.

0:05:22 > 0:05:25Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.

0:05:28 > 0:05:33Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart

0:05:33 > 0:05:40Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.

0:05:43 > 0:05:47Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me:

0:05:50 > 0:05:54Let's purge this choler without letting blood.

0:05:54 > 0:05:58This we prescribe, though no physician;

0:05:58 > 0:06:01Deep malice makes too deep incision.

0:06:02 > 0:06:06Forget, forgive, conclude and be agreed;

0:06:07 > 0:06:10Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.

0:06:12 > 0:06:15Good uncle, let this end where it begun;

0:06:15 > 0:06:18We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.

0:06:20 > 0:06:25To be a make-peace shall become my age.

0:06:27 > 0:06:30Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.

0:06:30 > 0:06:33And Norfolk, throw down his.

0:06:35 > 0:06:43When, Harry, when? Obedience bids I should not bid again.

0:06:43 > 0:06:50Norfolk, give me his gage. Lions make leopards tame.

0:06:50 > 0:06:52Yea, but not change his spots.

0:06:54 > 0:06:56My dear, dear, lord,

0:06:56 > 0:06:59The purest treasure mortal times afford

0:06:59 > 0:07:02Is spotless reputation;

0:07:02 > 0:07:08Mine honour is my life; both grow in one.

0:07:08 > 0:07:13Take honour from me, and my life is done.

0:07:17 > 0:07:23Cousin, throw down your gage; do you begin?

0:07:26 > 0:07:31O God defend my soul from such deep sin.

0:07:39 > 0:07:43We were not born to sue but to command;

0:07:45 > 0:07:49Which since we cannot do to make you friends,

0:07:49 > 0:07:51Be ready as your lives shall answer it

0:07:51 > 0:07:54At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's Day.

0:07:54 > 0:07:58There shall your swords and lances arbitrate

0:07:58 > 0:08:01The swelling difference of your settled hate.

0:12:12 > 0:12:13Marshal,

0:12:13 > 0:12:16demand of yonder knights in arms

0:12:16 > 0:12:19Both who they are and why they come hither

0:12:19 > 0:12:22Thus plated in habiliments of war.

0:12:22 > 0:12:25In God's name and the King's, say who thou art

0:12:25 > 0:12:29And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in arms.

0:12:32 > 0:12:35My name is Thomas Mowbray,

0:12:35 > 0:12:36Duke of Norfolk,

0:12:36 > 0:12:40Who hither come engaged by my oath

0:12:40 > 0:12:42Both to defend my loyalty and truth

0:12:42 > 0:12:45To God, my king

0:12:45 > 0:12:48and my succeeding issue

0:12:48 > 0:12:50Against the Duke of Hereford

0:12:50 > 0:12:53To prove him, in defending of myself,

0:12:53 > 0:13:00A traitor to my God, my king and me.

0:13:00 > 0:13:03Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby

0:13:03 > 0:13:06Am I, who ready here do stand in arms

0:13:06 > 0:13:09To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour,

0:13:09 > 0:13:13In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,

0:13:13 > 0:13:16That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous,

0:13:16 > 0:13:20To God of heaven, King Richard and to me.

0:13:20 > 0:13:22On pain of death,

0:13:22 > 0:13:24no person be so bold

0:13:24 > 0:13:27Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists

0:13:27 > 0:13:30Except the Marshal and such officers

0:13:30 > 0:13:33Appointed to direct these fair designs.

0:13:33 > 0:13:35Lord Marshal,

0:13:35 > 0:13:38let me kiss my sovereign's hand,

0:13:38 > 0:13:40And bow my knee before his majesty

0:13:41 > 0:13:43For Mowbray and myself are like two men

0:13:43 > 0:13:47That vow a long and weary pilgrimage.

0:13:47 > 0:13:50The appellant in all duty greets your highness

0:13:50 > 0:13:53And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

0:13:53 > 0:13:55We will descend

0:13:55 > 0:13:57and fold him in our arms.

0:14:10 > 0:14:14Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,

0:14:14 > 0:14:17So be thy fortune in this royal fight.

0:14:18 > 0:14:21Farewell, my blood,

0:14:21 > 0:14:24which if today thou shed,

0:14:24 > 0:14:28Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

0:14:37 > 0:14:39O let no noble eye profane a tear

0:14:39 > 0:14:42For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear.

0:14:50 > 0:14:53My loving lord, I take my leave of you.

0:14:53 > 0:14:55Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle.

0:14:59 > 0:15:04O thou, the earthly author of my blood,

0:15:05 > 0:15:08Whose youthful spirit in me regenerate,

0:15:08 > 0:15:11Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up

0:15:11 > 0:15:14To reach at victory above my head,

0:15:15 > 0:15:19Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers.

0:15:19 > 0:15:24God in thy good cause make thee prosperous.

0:15:25 > 0:15:31Be swift like lightning in the execution. Be valiant and live.

0:15:32 > 0:15:35Mine innocence and Saint George to thrive!

0:15:43 > 0:15:46Order the trial, Marshal, and begin.

0:16:02 > 0:16:04HORSES NEIGH AND SNORT

0:17:00 > 0:17:02- LORD MARSHALL:- Stay!

0:17:03 > 0:17:06Stay! The King hath thrown his warder down.

0:17:11 > 0:17:13Let them lay their helmets by.

0:18:00 > 0:18:01Draw near.

0:18:10 > 0:18:13For that our kingdom's earth should not be soiled

0:18:13 > 0:18:17By that dear blood which it hath fostered

0:18:17 > 0:18:19And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect

0:18:19 > 0:18:23Of civil wounds ploughed up with neighbours' sword

0:18:23 > 0:18:27And for we think the eagle-winged pride

0:18:27 > 0:18:29Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,

0:18:29 > 0:18:31Set you on,

0:18:32 > 0:18:35We therefore banish you our territories

0:18:36 > 0:18:39You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,

0:18:39 > 0:18:43Till twice five summers have enriched our fields

0:18:43 > 0:18:45Shall not regreet our fair dominions,

0:18:45 > 0:18:48But tread the stranger paths of banishment.

0:18:51 > 0:18:52Your will be done.

0:18:56 > 0:18:57This must my comfort be,

0:19:00 > 0:19:04The sun that warms you here shall shine on me

0:19:05 > 0:19:09And those his golden beams to you here lent

0:19:09 > 0:19:14Shall point on me and gild my banishment.

0:19:14 > 0:19:19Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,

0:19:19 > 0:19:21Which I with some unwillingness pronounce

0:19:23 > 0:19:27The sly slow hours shall not determinate

0:19:27 > 0:19:30The dateless limit of thy dear exile

0:19:30 > 0:19:33The hopeless word of "never to return"

0:19:33 > 0:19:36Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.

0:19:39 > 0:19:41A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,

0:19:41 > 0:19:45And all unlooked for from your highness' mouth.

0:19:46 > 0:19:48The language I have learnt these 40 years,

0:19:48 > 0:19:52My native English, now I must forego.

0:19:54 > 0:19:58Within my mouth you have engaoled my tongue,

0:19:58 > 0:20:02Doubly portcullised with my teeth and lips,

0:20:02 > 0:20:07And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance

0:20:07 > 0:20:10Is made my gaoler to attend on me.

0:20:10 > 0:20:13What is thy sentence then, but speechless death,

0:20:13 > 0:20:18Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?

0:20:18 > 0:20:21It boots thee not to be compassionate.

0:20:21 > 0:20:24After our sentence, plaining comes too late.

0:20:27 > 0:20:30Return again, and take an oath with me.

0:20:34 > 0:20:38Lay on our royal sword your banished hands.

0:20:46 > 0:20:48Swear by the duty that you owe to God

0:20:48 > 0:20:50Our part therein we banish with yourselves

0:20:50 > 0:20:52To keep the oath that we administer

0:20:53 > 0:20:56You never shall, so help you truth and God,

0:20:56 > 0:21:00Embrace each other's love in banishment

0:21:00 > 0:21:02Nor never look upon each other's face

0:21:02 > 0:21:05Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile

0:21:05 > 0:21:09This louring tempest of your home-bred hate

0:21:09 > 0:21:12Nor never by advised purpose meet

0:21:12 > 0:21:14To plot, contrive, or complot any ill

0:21:14 > 0:21:17'Gainst us, our state, our subjects or our land.

0:21:17 > 0:21:19I swear.

0:21:19 > 0:21:20And I,

0:21:20 > 0:21:22to keep all this.

0:21:22 > 0:21:24Norfolk,

0:21:26 > 0:21:27By this time, had the King permitted us,

0:21:27 > 0:21:30One of our souls had wandered in the air.

0:21:30 > 0:21:34Confess thy treasons 'ere thou fly this realm.

0:21:36 > 0:21:37Since thou hast far to go,

0:21:37 > 0:21:41bear not along the clogging burden of a guilty soul.

0:21:41 > 0:21:42No, Bolingbroke.

0:21:44 > 0:21:46If ever I were traitor,

0:21:46 > 0:21:49My name be blotted from the book of life,

0:21:49 > 0:21:53And I from heaven banished as from hence!

0:21:54 > 0:21:56But what thou art,

0:21:56 > 0:22:01God, thou and I do know

0:22:02 > 0:22:05And all too soon, I fear,

0:22:06 > 0:22:09the King shall rue.

0:22:21 > 0:22:25Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes

0:22:25 > 0:22:27I see thy grieved heart.

0:22:27 > 0:22:30Thy sad aspect

0:22:30 > 0:22:32Hath from the number of his banished years

0:22:32 > 0:22:33Plucked four away.

0:22:33 > 0:22:37Six frozen winters spent,

0:22:37 > 0:22:40Return with welcome home from banishment.

0:22:40 > 0:22:43How long a time lies in one little word!

0:22:45 > 0:22:49Four lagging winters and four wanton springs

0:22:49 > 0:22:51End in a word,

0:22:52 > 0:22:54such is the breath of kings.

0:22:54 > 0:22:57I thank my liege that in regard of me

0:22:57 > 0:23:00He shortens four years from my son's exile

0:23:00 > 0:23:04But little vantage shall I reap thereby

0:23:04 > 0:23:08For, ere the six years that he hath to spend

0:23:08 > 0:23:11Have changed their moons and brought their times around

0:23:11 > 0:23:16My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light

0:23:16 > 0:23:19Shall be extinct with age and endless night.

0:23:19 > 0:23:20HE CHUCKLES

0:23:20 > 0:23:25Why, uncle, thou hast many years to live.

0:23:25 > 0:23:27But not a minute, King, that thou canst give.

0:23:27 > 0:23:31Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,

0:23:31 > 0:23:35And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow.

0:23:36 > 0:23:39Cousin, farewell, and uncle, bid him so.

0:23:41 > 0:23:45Six years we banish him, and he SHALL go.

0:24:11 > 0:24:15Teach thy necessity to reason thus -

0:24:15 > 0:24:18Think not the King did banish thee,

0:24:18 > 0:24:20But thou the King.

0:24:20 > 0:24:24Look what thy soul holds dear,

0:24:24 > 0:24:27Imagine it to lie that way thou goest,

0:24:27 > 0:24:29Not whence thou com'st.

0:24:29 > 0:24:34Suppose the singing birds musicians,

0:24:34 > 0:24:35The flowers fair ladies,

0:24:35 > 0:24:39And thy steps no more

0:24:39 > 0:24:42Than a delightful measure or a dance

0:24:42 > 0:24:45For gnarling sorrow has less power to bite

0:24:45 > 0:24:48The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

0:24:49 > 0:24:51O who can hold a fire in his hand

0:24:51 > 0:24:54By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?

0:24:56 > 0:24:59Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite

0:24:59 > 0:25:01By bare imagination of a feast?

0:25:03 > 0:25:05Or wallow naked in December snow

0:25:05 > 0:25:08By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?

0:25:08 > 0:25:09No,

0:25:09 > 0:25:12the apprehension of the good

0:25:12 > 0:25:15Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

0:25:15 > 0:25:18Come, come, my son,

0:25:18 > 0:25:21be though on thy way.

0:25:21 > 0:25:24Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.

0:26:26 > 0:26:29Then, England's ground, farewell!

0:26:31 > 0:26:33Sweet soil, adieu

0:26:36 > 0:26:38My mother and my nurse that bears me yet!

0:26:47 > 0:26:49Where'er I wander, boast of this I can,

0:26:51 > 0:26:52Though banished,

0:26:53 > 0:26:55Yet a true-born Englishman.

0:27:26 > 0:27:28Cousin Aumerle,

0:27:28 > 0:27:32How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

0:27:32 > 0:27:33I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,

0:27:33 > 0:27:35But to the shoreline, and there I left him.

0:27:35 > 0:27:38What said our cousin when you parted with him?

0:27:38 > 0:27:40Farewell.

0:27:45 > 0:27:48Marry, would the word "farewell" have lengthened hours

0:27:48 > 0:27:49and added years to his short banishment

0:27:49 > 0:27:52He should have had a volume of farewells.

0:27:54 > 0:27:56But since it would not,

0:27:56 > 0:27:57He had none of me.

0:27:59 > 0:28:03He is our cousin, cousin.

0:28:08 > 0:28:11We did observe his courtship of the common people.

0:28:13 > 0:28:15How he did seem to dive into their hearts

0:28:15 > 0:28:17With humble and familiar courtesy,

0:28:19 > 0:28:23What reverence he did throw away on slaves.

0:28:23 > 0:28:27Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench.

0:28:27 > 0:28:30A brace of draymen bid God speed him well,

0:28:30 > 0:28:32And had the tribute of his supple knee

0:28:32 > 0:28:36With "Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends,"

0:28:37 > 0:28:41As were our England in reversion his.

0:28:41 > 0:28:43Well, he is gone,

0:28:43 > 0:28:46And with him go these thoughts.

0:28:46 > 0:28:50Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,

0:28:50 > 0:28:53Expedient manage must be made, my liege,

0:28:53 > 0:28:56'Ere further leisure yield them further means

0:28:56 > 0:28:59For their advantage and your highness' loss.

0:28:59 > 0:29:03We will ourself in person to this war,

0:29:04 > 0:29:08And for our coffers are grown somewhat light,

0:29:08 > 0:29:11We are enforced to farm our royal realm,

0:29:11 > 0:29:13The revenue whereof shall furnish us

0:29:13 > 0:29:15For our affairs in hand.

0:29:15 > 0:29:17If that come short,

0:29:17 > 0:29:20Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters

0:29:20 > 0:29:22Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,

0:29:22 > 0:29:24You shall subscribe them for large sums of gold,

0:29:24 > 0:29:26And send them after to supply our wants

0:29:26 > 0:29:29For we will make for Ireland presently.

0:29:31 > 0:29:32Scroop, what news?

0:29:32 > 0:29:35Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,

0:29:35 > 0:29:37Suddenly taken, and hath sent post-haste

0:29:37 > 0:29:39To entreat your majesty to visit him.

0:29:39 > 0:29:41- Where lies he?- At Lancaster.

0:29:43 > 0:29:45Now put it, God, in the physician's mind

0:29:45 > 0:29:48To help him to his grave immediately!

0:29:50 > 0:29:52The lining of his coffers shall make coats

0:29:52 > 0:29:55To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.

0:29:55 > 0:29:56Come, gentlemen,

0:29:56 > 0:29:59Let's all go visit him.

0:29:59 > 0:30:02Pray God we may make haste and come too late!

0:30:02 > 0:30:05Will the King come...

0:30:06 > 0:30:08That I may breathe my last

0:30:08 > 0:30:10In wholesome counsel

0:30:10 > 0:30:14To his unstaid youth?

0:30:14 > 0:30:17Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath,

0:30:17 > 0:30:19For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.

0:30:19 > 0:30:23O but they say the tongues of dying men

0:30:23 > 0:30:26Enforce attention like deep harmony.

0:30:27 > 0:30:31Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,

0:30:31 > 0:30:35For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

0:30:37 > 0:30:41Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear,

0:30:42 > 0:30:48Yet my death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.

0:30:48 > 0:30:52No, it is stopped with other, flattering sounds.

0:30:52 > 0:30:59His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,

0:30:59 > 0:31:04For violent fires soon burn out themselves

0:31:04 > 0:31:07This royal throne of kings,

0:31:07 > 0:31:09This sceptred isle,

0:31:09 > 0:31:14This...earth

0:31:16 > 0:31:18Of majesty,

0:31:20 > 0:31:21This seat of Mars,

0:31:24 > 0:31:28This other Eden,

0:31:28 > 0:31:31Demi-paradise,

0:31:33 > 0:31:39This fortress built by Nature for herself

0:31:39 > 0:31:44Against infection and the hand of war,

0:31:46 > 0:31:51This happy breed of men,

0:31:51 > 0:31:55This little world,

0:31:56 > 0:32:00This precious stone set in the silver sea,

0:32:00 > 0:32:04Which serves it in the office of a wall,

0:32:04 > 0:32:09Or as a moat defensive to a house

0:32:09 > 0:32:13Against the envy of less happier lands,

0:32:15 > 0:32:19This blessed plot, this earth,

0:32:19 > 0:32:22This realm,

0:32:22 > 0:32:24This England,

0:32:26 > 0:32:32This land of such dear souls,

0:32:35 > 0:32:37This dear, dear land,

0:32:39 > 0:32:42Is now leased out -

0:32:43 > 0:32:45I die pronouncing it -

0:32:46 > 0:32:50Like to a tenement on a pelting farm.

0:32:51 > 0:32:55England, bound in with the triumphant sea,

0:32:55 > 0:32:57Is now bound in with shame!

0:32:57 > 0:32:59DOOR OPENS

0:33:14 > 0:33:16How fares our noble uncle Lancaster?

0:33:17 > 0:33:19How is't with aged Gaunt?

0:33:19 > 0:33:23O how that name befits my composition!

0:33:23 > 0:33:30Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old.

0:33:30 > 0:33:34For sleeping England long time have I watched

0:33:34 > 0:33:39Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt.

0:33:40 > 0:33:43The pleasure that some fathers feed upon

0:33:43 > 0:33:49Is my strict fast - I mean my children's looks,

0:33:49 > 0:33:53And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt.

0:33:56 > 0:34:00Can sick men play so nicely with their names?

0:34:00 > 0:34:04Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me,

0:34:05 > 0:34:10I mock my name, great King, to flatter thee.

0:34:11 > 0:34:14Should dying men flatter with those that live?

0:34:14 > 0:34:17Oh, no,

0:34:17 > 0:34:19men living flatter those that die.

0:34:19 > 0:34:24Thou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me.

0:34:24 > 0:34:25No, no,

0:34:27 > 0:34:31Thou diest, though I the sicker be.

0:34:33 > 0:34:34I am in health,

0:34:35 > 0:34:38I breathe and see thee ill.

0:34:38 > 0:34:43Now he that made me knows I see thee ill.

0:34:43 > 0:34:47Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land,

0:34:47 > 0:34:51Wherein thou liest in reputation sick

0:34:53 > 0:34:59And thou, too careless patient as thou art,

0:34:59 > 0:35:02Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure

0:35:02 > 0:35:08Of those physicians that first wounded thee.

0:35:08 > 0:35:12A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,

0:35:12 > 0:35:15Whose compass is no bigger than thy head.

0:35:15 > 0:35:20Landlord of England art thou now, not king.

0:35:20 > 0:35:21And thou...

0:35:21 > 0:35:24A lunatic lean-witted fool!

0:35:24 > 0:35:27Darest with thy frozen admonition

0:35:27 > 0:35:29Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood

0:35:29 > 0:35:31With fury from his native residence?

0:35:31 > 0:35:35Now, by my seat's right royal majesty,

0:35:35 > 0:35:37Wert thou not my father's father's son,

0:35:37 > 0:35:40This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head

0:35:40 > 0:35:43Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders!

0:35:45 > 0:35:47Live in thy shame!

0:35:47 > 0:35:50But die not shame with thee!

0:36:06 > 0:36:08I do beseech your majesty, impute his words

0:36:08 > 0:36:10To wayward sickliness and age in him.

0:36:10 > 0:36:13He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear

0:36:13 > 0:36:15As Harry, Duke of Hereford, were he here.

0:36:15 > 0:36:17Right, you say true. As Hereford's love, so his

0:36:17 > 0:36:20As theirs, so mine and all be as it is.

0:36:20 > 0:36:21My liege!

0:36:25 > 0:36:29Old Gaunt commends him to your highness.

0:36:29 > 0:36:31What says he?

0:36:31 > 0:36:33Nay, nothing.

0:36:34 > 0:36:36All is said.

0:36:36 > 0:36:40His tongue now is a stringless instrument

0:36:42 > 0:36:46Words, life and all old Lancaster hath spent.

0:36:48 > 0:36:51Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!

0:36:52 > 0:36:55Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

0:37:00 > 0:37:05The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he.

0:37:07 > 0:37:12His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.

0:37:16 > 0:37:20So much for that. Now,

0:37:20 > 0:37:23We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns,

0:37:23 > 0:37:25Which live like venom where no venom else

0:37:25 > 0:37:27But only they have privilege to live.

0:37:27 > 0:37:31And, for these great affairs do ask some charge,

0:37:31 > 0:37:34Towards our assistance we do seize to us

0:37:34 > 0:37:37The plate, coin, revenues and moveables

0:37:37 > 0:37:40Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possessed.

0:37:40 > 0:37:42How long shall I be patient?

0:37:42 > 0:37:43Ah, how long

0:37:43 > 0:37:46Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?

0:37:46 > 0:37:48I am the last of noble Edward's sons,

0:37:48 > 0:37:50Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first.

0:37:50 > 0:37:52In war was never lion raged more fierce,

0:37:52 > 0:37:55In peace was never gentle lamb more mild.

0:37:55 > 0:37:57Than was that young and princely gentleman.

0:37:59 > 0:38:04His face thou hast, for even so looked he, O Richard!

0:38:05 > 0:38:08York is far too gone with grief,

0:38:08 > 0:38:10Or else he never would compare between...

0:38:10 > 0:38:12Why, uncle, what's the matter?

0:38:12 > 0:38:14O my liege, Pardon me, if you please

0:38:16 > 0:38:18Seek you to seize and grip into your hands

0:38:18 > 0:38:21The royalties and rights of banished Hereford?

0:38:22 > 0:38:26Is not Gaunt dead? And doth not Hereford live? Was not Gaunt just?

0:38:26 > 0:38:31And is not Harry true? Did the one not deserve to have an heir?

0:38:31 > 0:38:34Is not the heir a well-deserving son?

0:38:34 > 0:38:36Take Hereford's rights away and take from time

0:38:36 > 0:38:39His charters and his customary rights.

0:38:39 > 0:38:43Let not tomorrow then ensue today. Be not thyself.

0:38:43 > 0:38:45For how art thou a king

0:38:45 > 0:38:47But by fair sequence and succession?

0:38:47 > 0:38:48Now, afore God

0:38:48 > 0:38:51If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,

0:38:51 > 0:38:54You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,

0:38:54 > 0:38:56You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts

0:38:56 > 0:38:59And prick my tender patience to those thoughts

0:38:59 > 0:39:02Which honour and allegiance can not think.

0:39:03 > 0:39:05Think what you will,

0:39:06 > 0:39:07We seize into our hands

0:39:07 > 0:39:11His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.

0:39:11 > 0:39:14I'll not be by the while.

0:39:14 > 0:39:16My liege, farewell.

0:39:17 > 0:39:20What will ensue here after there's none can tell.

0:39:28 > 0:39:30Tomorrow next

0:39:30 > 0:39:33We will for Ireland, and 'tis time.

0:39:34 > 0:39:38And we create, in absence of ourself,

0:39:38 > 0:39:41Our uncle York Lord Governor of England,

0:39:41 > 0:39:45For he is just and always loved us well.

0:39:47 > 0:39:49Tomorrow must we part.

0:39:49 > 0:39:52Be merry, for our time of stay is short.

0:40:09 > 0:40:11- NORTHUMBERLAND:- Well, lords,

0:40:13 > 0:40:15the Duke of Lancaster is dead.

0:40:17 > 0:40:20ROSS: And living, too, for now his son is duke.

0:40:20 > 0:40:22- WILLOUGHBY:- Barely in titles, not in revenues.

0:40:22 > 0:40:24Richly in both, if justice had it right.

0:40:24 > 0:40:27My heart is great, but it must break with silence

0:40:27 > 0:40:30'Ere it be disburdened with a liberal tongue.

0:40:33 > 0:40:39Nay, speak thy mind, and let him ne'er speak more

0:40:39 > 0:40:41That speaks thy words again to do thee harm.

0:40:41 > 0:40:45Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford?

0:40:45 > 0:40:48If it be so, out with it boldly, man.

0:40:48 > 0:40:50Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.

0:40:50 > 0:40:52No good at all that I can do for him

0:40:52 > 0:40:54Unless you call it good to pity him,

0:40:54 > 0:40:56Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.

0:40:57 > 0:41:02Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne

0:41:02 > 0:41:05In him, a royal prince, and many more

0:41:05 > 0:41:08Of noble blood in this declining land.

0:41:10 > 0:41:14The King is not himself, but basely led

0:41:14 > 0:41:17By flatterers, and what they will inform

0:41:17 > 0:41:19Merely in hate, against any of us all,

0:41:19 > 0:41:21That will the King severely prosecute

0:41:21 > 0:41:22'Gainst us,

0:41:22 > 0:41:24Our lives, our children, and our heirs.

0:41:24 > 0:41:26The commons hath he pilled with grievous taxes,

0:41:26 > 0:41:28And quite lost their hearts.

0:41:28 > 0:41:30The nobles hath he fined For ancient quarrels,

0:41:30 > 0:41:31And quite lost their hearts.

0:41:31 > 0:41:35The King's grown bankrupt like a broken man.

0:41:35 > 0:41:37Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.

0:41:37 > 0:41:39He hath not money for these Irish wars,

0:41:39 > 0:41:41But by the robbing of the banished Duke.

0:41:41 > 0:41:42His noble kinsman!

0:41:43 > 0:41:45Most degenerate King!

0:41:49 > 0:41:55But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,

0:41:55 > 0:41:58And yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm.

0:42:00 > 0:42:03We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,

0:42:03 > 0:42:06And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

0:42:06 > 0:42:08We see the very wreck that we must suffer,

0:42:08 > 0:42:11- And unavoidable is the danger now. - Not so.

0:42:13 > 0:42:15Even through the hollow eyes of Death

0:42:15 > 0:42:21I spy life peering, but dare not say

0:42:21 > 0:42:23How near the tiding of our comfort is.

0:42:27 > 0:42:30Nay, let us hear thy thoughts as thou dost ours.

0:42:30 > 0:42:32Be confident to speak, Northumberland.

0:42:32 > 0:42:34We three are but thyself, and, speaking so,

0:42:34 > 0:42:35Thy words are but as thoughts.

0:42:35 > 0:42:36Therefore, be bold.

0:42:36 > 0:42:39Then thus - I have from Port le Blanc, a bay

0:42:39 > 0:42:43In Brittany, received intelligence

0:42:43 > 0:42:44That Harry, Duke of Hereford,

0:42:44 > 0:42:46Is making hither with all due expedience,

0:42:46 > 0:42:48And shortly means to touch our northern shore.

0:42:49 > 0:42:52Perhaps he hath 'ere this, but stays upon

0:42:52 > 0:42:55The first departing of the King for Ireland.

0:42:55 > 0:43:00If then, we shall shake off our slavish yoke,

0:43:00 > 0:43:04Imp out our drooping country's broken wing,

0:43:04 > 0:43:06Redeem from broking pawn the blemished crown,

0:43:06 > 0:43:09And make high majesty look like itself,

0:43:09 > 0:43:11Away with me in post to meet him there.

0:43:12 > 0:43:16But if you faint, as fearing to do so,

0:43:16 > 0:43:20Stay and be secret, and myself will go.

0:43:20 > 0:43:23To horse, to horse! Urge doubts to them that fear.

0:43:23 > 0:43:26Hold out my horse and I will be first there.

0:45:07 > 0:45:10Madam, your majesty is too much sad.

0:45:11 > 0:45:14You promised, when you parted with the King,

0:45:14 > 0:45:16To lay aside life-harming heaviness

0:45:16 > 0:45:19And entertain a cheerful disposition.

0:45:19 > 0:45:21To please the King I did,

0:45:22 > 0:45:25To please myself I cannot do it.

0:45:26 > 0:45:29The banished Bolingbroke repeals himself,

0:45:29 > 0:45:31And with uplifted arms is safe arrived

0:45:31 > 0:45:33- At Ravenspurgh. - Now God in heaven forbid!

0:45:33 > 0:45:36- Madam, 'tis too true. - Despair not, madam.

0:45:36 > 0:45:37Who shall hinder me?

0:45:37 > 0:45:40Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.

0:45:40 > 0:45:42Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts.

0:45:42 > 0:45:44Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth,

0:45:44 > 0:45:48Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.

0:45:48 > 0:45:50Your husband, he is gone to save far off,

0:45:50 > 0:45:53Whilst others come to make him lose at home.

0:45:53 > 0:45:55Here am I left to underprop his land,

0:45:55 > 0:45:58Who, weak with age, cannot support myself.

0:45:58 > 0:45:59I know not what to do!

0:45:59 > 0:46:01Gentlemen, will you go muster men?

0:46:03 > 0:46:05Come, cousin, I'll dispose of you.

0:46:22 > 0:46:25The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland,

0:46:27 > 0:46:28But none returns.

0:46:30 > 0:46:31For us to levy power

0:46:31 > 0:46:34Proportionable to the enemy is all unpossible.

0:46:34 > 0:46:37Besides, our nearness to the King in love

0:46:38 > 0:46:41Is near the hate of those love not the King.

0:46:41 > 0:46:43And that's the wavering commons, for their love

0:46:43 > 0:46:46Lies in their purses and whoso empties them,

0:46:46 > 0:46:49By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

0:46:49 > 0:46:53Wherein the King stands generally condemned.

0:46:53 > 0:46:56If judgment lie in them, then so do we,

0:46:56 > 0:46:59Because we ever have been near the King.

0:46:59 > 0:47:02Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol Castle.

0:47:03 > 0:47:05Thither will I with you,

0:47:05 > 0:47:06Will you go along with us?

0:47:06 > 0:47:08No,

0:47:09 > 0:47:11I will to Wales to rouse the troops.

0:47:13 > 0:47:16The men there will stay loyal to his majesty.

0:47:17 > 0:47:18Farewell.

0:47:18 > 0:47:20If heart's presages be not vain,

0:47:20 > 0:47:23We three here part that ne'er shall meet again.

0:47:23 > 0:47:25That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.

0:47:25 > 0:47:27Alas, poor Duke!

0:47:27 > 0:47:29The task he undertakes

0:47:29 > 0:47:31Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry.

0:47:31 > 0:47:37Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.

0:47:37 > 0:47:41Farewell at once - for once, for all, and ever.

0:47:41 > 0:47:45Well, we may meet again.

0:47:45 > 0:47:46I fear me, never.

0:48:06 > 0:48:08How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?

0:48:08 > 0:48:11Believe me, noble lord, I am a stranger here.

0:48:11 > 0:48:14These high wild hills and rough uneven ways

0:48:14 > 0:48:17Draw out our miles and make them wearisome.

0:48:18 > 0:48:21And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,

0:48:21 > 0:48:24Making the hard way sweet and delectable.

0:48:24 > 0:48:27Of much less value is my company than your good words.

0:48:29 > 0:48:30But who comes here?

0:48:33 > 0:48:34My noble uncle!

0:48:40 > 0:48:44You show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,

0:48:44 > 0:48:47Whose duty is deceivable and false.

0:48:47 > 0:48:49My gracious uncle...

0:48:51 > 0:48:56Tut, tut! You grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.

0:48:56 > 0:48:58Why have those banished and forbidden legs

0:48:58 > 0:49:01Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?

0:49:01 > 0:49:04But then, more why - why have they dared to march

0:49:04 > 0:49:06So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,

0:49:06 > 0:49:08Frighting her pale-faced villages with war

0:49:08 > 0:49:11And ostentation of despised arms?

0:49:12 > 0:49:14Com'st thou because the anointed King is hence?

0:49:14 > 0:49:17Why, foolish boy, the King is left behind,

0:49:17 > 0:49:19And in my loyal bosom lies his power.

0:49:19 > 0:49:22Were I but now the lord of such hot youth

0:49:22 > 0:49:26As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself

0:49:26 > 0:49:30Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,

0:49:30 > 0:49:34From forth the ranks of many thousand French,

0:49:34 > 0:49:37O then how quickly should this arm of mine chastise thee

0:49:37 > 0:49:39And minister correction to thy fault!

0:49:39 > 0:49:41My gracious uncle, let me know my fault.

0:49:41 > 0:49:43On what condition stands it and wherein?

0:49:43 > 0:49:46Even in condition of the worst degree,

0:49:46 > 0:49:49In gross rebellion and detested treason.

0:49:50 > 0:49:54Thou art a banished man, and here art come,

0:49:54 > 0:49:56Before the expiration of thy time,

0:49:56 > 0:49:59In braving arms against thy sovereign.

0:49:59 > 0:50:01As I was banished, I was banished Hereford

0:50:01 > 0:50:03But as I come, I come for Lancaster.

0:50:05 > 0:50:07And noble uncle, I beseech your grace,

0:50:07 > 0:50:10Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye.

0:50:10 > 0:50:12You are my father,

0:50:14 > 0:50:16For methinks in you I see old Gaunt alive.

0:50:19 > 0:50:21O then, my father,

0:50:21 > 0:50:23Will you permit that I shall stand condemned

0:50:23 > 0:50:26A wandering vagabond, my rights and royalties

0:50:26 > 0:50:28Plucked from my arms perforce and given away

0:50:28 > 0:50:30To upstart unthrifts?

0:50:31 > 0:50:33Wherefore was I born?

0:50:34 > 0:50:36If that my cousin king be King of England,

0:50:36 > 0:50:39It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.

0:50:39 > 0:50:44You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin.

0:50:44 > 0:50:46Had you first died and he been thus trod down,

0:50:46 > 0:50:48He would have found his uncle Gaunt a father

0:50:48 > 0:50:50To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.

0:50:53 > 0:50:54What would you have me do?

0:50:56 > 0:50:58I am a subject, And I challenge law.

0:50:58 > 0:51:00Attorneys are denied me,

0:51:00 > 0:51:02And therefore, personally I lay my claim

0:51:02 > 0:51:04To my inheritance of free descent.

0:51:06 > 0:51:07The noble Duke hath been much abused.

0:51:07 > 0:51:10It stands your grace upon to do him right.

0:51:10 > 0:51:13Base men by his endowments are made great.

0:51:15 > 0:51:17My lords of England, let me tell you this.

0:51:19 > 0:51:22I have had feelings of my cousin's wrongs

0:51:24 > 0:51:26And laboured all I could to do him right.

0:51:26 > 0:51:29But in this kind to come - in braving arms

0:51:29 > 0:51:31Be his own carver, and cut out his way

0:51:31 > 0:51:33To find out right with wrong - it may not be.

0:51:33 > 0:51:35And you that do abet him in this kind

0:51:35 > 0:51:37Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.

0:51:37 > 0:51:40The noble Duke hath sworn his coming is

0:51:40 > 0:51:42But for his own

0:51:44 > 0:51:47And for the right of that

0:51:47 > 0:51:51We are all strongly sworn to give him aid.

0:51:53 > 0:51:56And let him never see joy that breaks that oath!

0:51:58 > 0:52:00- Well, well. - HE CHUCKLES

0:52:00 > 0:52:02I see the issue of these arms.

0:52:05 > 0:52:07I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,

0:52:07 > 0:52:10Because my power is weak and all ill-left

0:52:10 > 0:52:14But if I could, by Him that gave me life,

0:52:14 > 0:52:17I would attach you all and make you stoop

0:52:17 > 0:52:20Unto the sovereign mercy of the King.

0:52:23 > 0:52:24But since I cannot,

0:52:26 > 0:52:28Be it known unto you I do remain as neuter.

0:52:28 > 0:52:29So, fare you well.

0:52:31 > 0:52:33But we must win your grace to go with us

0:52:33 > 0:52:34To my father's seat

0:52:36 > 0:52:38To see those lands I must again call mine.

0:52:45 > 0:52:49Nor friends nor foes to me welcome you are.

0:52:53 > 0:52:56Things past redress are now with me past care.

0:53:14 > 0:53:17My lord, we have stayed ten days

0:53:17 > 0:53:19And hardly kept our countrymen together,

0:53:19 > 0:53:21And yet we hear no tidings from the King.

0:53:22 > 0:53:26Therefore we will disperse ourselves. Farewell.

0:53:26 > 0:53:29Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman.

0:53:29 > 0:53:32The King reposes all his confidence in thee.

0:53:32 > 0:53:35'Tis thought the King is dead.

0:53:35 > 0:53:37We will not stay.

0:53:38 > 0:53:42The bay trees in our country are all withered,

0:53:42 > 0:53:45And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven

0:53:45 > 0:53:48The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth,

0:53:48 > 0:53:51And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change

0:53:51 > 0:53:56Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap,

0:53:56 > 0:53:59The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,

0:53:59 > 0:54:02The other to enjoy by rage and war.

0:54:02 > 0:54:06These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.

0:54:06 > 0:54:08Farewell.

0:54:08 > 0:54:11Our countrymen are gone and fled,

0:54:11 > 0:54:13As well assured Richard, their king,

0:54:13 > 0:54:15Is dead.

0:54:19 > 0:54:22Ah, Richard,

0:54:22 > 0:54:23With the eyes of heavy mind

0:54:23 > 0:54:27I see thy glory like a shooting star

0:54:27 > 0:54:29Fall to the base earth from the firmament.

0:54:31 > 0:54:34Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,

0:54:34 > 0:54:39Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest.

0:54:39 > 0:54:42The friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,

0:54:42 > 0:54:46And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.

0:54:55 > 0:54:56FIRE CRACKLES

0:55:22 > 0:55:25SOBBING

0:55:34 > 0:55:36Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls

0:55:36 > 0:55:39Since presently your souls must part your bodies

0:55:39 > 0:55:42With too much urging your pernicious lives,

0:55:42 > 0:55:44For 'twere no charity

0:55:44 > 0:55:45Yet to wash your blood

0:55:45 > 0:55:47From off my hands, here in the view of men

0:55:47 > 0:55:50I will unfold some causes of your deaths.

0:55:52 > 0:55:55You have misled a prince,

0:55:55 > 0:55:57A royal king,

0:55:57 > 0:56:01A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,

0:56:01 > 0:56:04By you unhappied and disfigured clean.

0:56:06 > 0:56:09You have in manner with your sinful hours

0:56:09 > 0:56:12Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,

0:56:13 > 0:56:15Broke the possession of a royal bed

0:56:15 > 0:56:19And stained the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks

0:56:19 > 0:56:23With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.

0:56:29 > 0:56:30Myself,

0:56:32 > 0:56:34A prince by fortune of my birth,

0:56:35 > 0:56:39Near to the King in blood, and near in love

0:56:39 > 0:56:42Till you did make him misinterpret me,

0:56:42 > 0:56:45Have stooped my neck under your injuries

0:56:45 > 0:56:51And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds,

0:56:51 > 0:56:53Eating the bitter bread of banishment,

0:56:53 > 0:56:57Whilst you have fed upon my signories,

0:56:57 > 0:57:02Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods,

0:57:02 > 0:57:06From my own window torn my household coat,

0:57:06 > 0:57:09Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign

0:57:09 > 0:57:12Save men's opinions and my living blood

0:57:12 > 0:57:14To show the world I am a gentleman.

0:57:18 > 0:57:19This and much more,

0:57:22 > 0:57:25Much more than twice all this,

0:57:25 > 0:57:27Condemns you to the death.

0:57:27 > 0:57:29See them delivered over

0:57:29 > 0:57:31To execution and the hand of death.

0:57:37 > 0:57:39More welcome is the stroke of death to me

0:57:39 > 0:57:41Than Bolingbroke to England.

0:57:46 > 0:57:47Lords,

0:57:49 > 0:57:51farewell.

0:58:01 > 0:58:04HE SOBS No!

0:58:07 > 0:58:12My only comfort is that heaven will take our souls

0:58:12 > 0:58:15And plague injustice with the pains of hell.

0:58:24 > 0:58:27Come, lords, away.

0:59:23 > 0:59:25How brooks your grace the air

0:59:25 > 0:59:27After your late tossing on the breaking seas?

0:59:27 > 0:59:31Needs must I like it well. I weep for joy

0:59:31 > 0:59:34To stand upon my kingdom once again.

0:59:34 > 0:59:39Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,

0:59:39 > 0:59:42Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs.

0:59:43 > 0:59:45As a long-parted mother with her child

0:59:45 > 0:59:48Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting,

0:59:48 > 0:59:51So weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,

0:59:53 > 0:59:56And do thee favours with my royal hands.

0:59:59 > 1:00:02Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,

1:00:02 > 1:00:06Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense,

1:00:06 > 1:00:09But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,

1:00:09 > 1:00:12And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way,

1:00:12 > 1:00:14Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet

1:00:14 > 1:00:17That with usurping steps do trample thee.

1:00:17 > 1:00:20Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies,

1:00:20 > 1:00:22And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,

1:00:22 > 1:00:25Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder.

1:00:29 > 1:00:33Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords.

1:00:34 > 1:00:36This earth shall have a feeling,

1:00:36 > 1:00:38And these stones prove armed soldiers,

1:00:38 > 1:00:42Ere her native king shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.

1:00:42 > 1:00:43Fear not, my lord.

1:00:43 > 1:00:45That power that made you king

1:00:45 > 1:00:48Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.

1:00:48 > 1:00:50He means, my lord, that we are too remiss,

1:00:50 > 1:00:53Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,

1:00:53 > 1:00:56Grows strong and great in substance and in power.

1:00:58 > 1:01:00Discomfortable cousin,

1:01:01 > 1:01:05Knowest thou not that when the searching eye of heaven is hid,

1:01:05 > 1:01:08Behind the globe that lights the lower world

1:01:09 > 1:01:14Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen?

1:01:14 > 1:01:19But when, from over this terrestrial ball,

1:01:19 > 1:01:22He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines

1:01:22 > 1:01:25And darts his light through every guilty hole,

1:01:25 > 1:01:29Then murders, treasons and detested sins

1:01:29 > 1:01:32Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves.

1:01:34 > 1:01:39So, when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke -

1:01:39 > 1:01:42Who all the while hath revelled in the night

1:01:42 > 1:01:46Whilst we were wandering with the Antipodes -

1:01:46 > 1:01:49Shall see us rising in our throne, the East,

1:01:49 > 1:01:52His treasons will sit blushing in his face,

1:01:53 > 1:01:57Not all the water in the rough, rude sea

1:01:57 > 1:02:00Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.

1:02:01 > 1:02:04For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed

1:02:04 > 1:02:07To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,

1:02:07 > 1:02:13God, for his Richard, hath in heavenly pay a glorious angel.

1:02:14 > 1:02:19Then, if angels fight, weak men must fall,

1:02:19 > 1:02:21For heaven still guards the right.

1:02:24 > 1:02:26Welcome, my lord.

1:02:26 > 1:02:28How far off lies your power?

1:02:28 > 1:02:32Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, than this weak arm.

1:02:32 > 1:02:36Discomfort guides my tongue and bids me speak of nothing but despair.

1:02:36 > 1:02:39One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,

1:02:39 > 1:02:41Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth.

1:02:42 > 1:02:45O call back yesterday, bid Time return,

1:02:45 > 1:02:48And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!

1:02:48 > 1:02:52Today, today, unhappy day, too late,

1:02:52 > 1:02:57O'er throws thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state.

1:02:57 > 1:02:59For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,

1:02:59 > 1:03:01Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed, fled.

1:03:02 > 1:03:03Comfort, my liege.

1:03:05 > 1:03:06Why looks thou so pale?

1:03:08 > 1:03:11But now the blood of twenty thousand men did triumph in my face,

1:03:11 > 1:03:12And they are fled.

1:03:12 > 1:03:15And till such blood thither come again,

1:03:15 > 1:03:17Have I not reason to look pale and dead?

1:03:17 > 1:03:21All souls that will be safe fly from my side.

1:03:23 > 1:03:26For Time hath set a blot upon my pride.

1:03:26 > 1:03:27Comfort, my liege.

1:03:29 > 1:03:31- WHISPERS:- Remember who you are.

1:03:34 > 1:03:35I had forgot myself.

1:03:35 > 1:03:37THEY BOTH LAUGH

1:03:37 > 1:03:39Am I not king?

1:03:40 > 1:03:44Is not the King's name twenty thousand names?

1:03:44 > 1:03:46HE LAUGHS

1:03:46 > 1:03:50Arm, arm, my name!

1:03:52 > 1:03:55A puny subject strikes at thy great glory.

1:03:56 > 1:04:00Look not to the ground, ye favourites of a king.

1:04:00 > 1:04:02Are we not high?

1:04:02 > 1:04:04High be our thoughts!

1:04:05 > 1:04:08I know my uncle, York, hath power enough to serve our turn.

1:04:12 > 1:04:13But who comes here?

1:04:20 > 1:04:22More health and happiness betide my liege

1:04:22 > 1:04:26Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him.

1:04:26 > 1:04:29Mine ear is open and my heart prepared.

1:04:29 > 1:04:33The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.

1:04:33 > 1:04:35Say, is my kingdom lost?

1:04:35 > 1:04:37Why, 'twas my care.

1:04:37 > 1:04:40And what loss is it to be rid of care?

1:04:40 > 1:04:43Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?

1:04:43 > 1:04:44Greater he shall not be.

1:04:44 > 1:04:48Revolt, our subjects? That we cannot mend.

1:04:48 > 1:04:51They break their faith to God as well as us.

1:04:51 > 1:04:55Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay.

1:04:55 > 1:04:59The worst is death, and Death will have his day.

1:04:59 > 1:05:01Glad am I that your highness is so armed

1:05:01 > 1:05:04To bear the tidings of calamity.

1:05:04 > 1:05:06Like an unseasonable stormy day,

1:05:06 > 1:05:09So high above his limits swells the rage of Bolingbroke,

1:05:09 > 1:05:12Covering your fearful land with hard, bright steel

1:05:12 > 1:05:13And hearts harder than steel.

1:05:15 > 1:05:18Whitebeards have armed their thin and hairless scalps

1:05:18 > 1:05:20Against thy majesty.

1:05:20 > 1:05:21Boys with women's voices

1:05:21 > 1:05:24Strive to speak big and clap their female joints

1:05:24 > 1:05:27In stiff and unwieldy arms against thy crown.

1:05:27 > 1:05:30Both young and old rebel,

1:05:30 > 1:05:33And all goes worse than I have power to tell.

1:05:41 > 1:05:43What is become of Bushy?

1:05:44 > 1:05:46Where is Green?

1:05:49 > 1:05:52If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it!

1:05:52 > 1:05:55I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.

1:05:55 > 1:05:58Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.

1:05:59 > 1:06:01O, VILLAINS!

1:06:02 > 1:06:04VIPERS!

1:06:05 > 1:06:07Damned without redemption!

1:06:09 > 1:06:10HE SOBS

1:06:10 > 1:06:13Dogs easily won to fawn on any man!

1:06:15 > 1:06:19Snakes, in my heart-blood warmed, that sting my heart!

1:06:19 > 1:06:22Judases, each one. Worse than Judas!

1:06:24 > 1:06:25Would they make peace?

1:06:26 > 1:06:30Terrible hell make war upon their spotted souls for this!

1:06:30 > 1:06:32Again uncurse their souls.

1:06:33 > 1:06:36Their peace is made with heads, and not with hands.

1:06:36 > 1:06:38Are Bushy and Green dead?

1:06:38 > 1:06:39Aye.

1:06:40 > 1:06:42Both of them at Lancaster lost their heads.

1:06:42 > 1:06:44Where's the Duke, my father, with his power?

1:06:44 > 1:06:45No matter where.

1:06:47 > 1:06:49Of comfort, no man speak!

1:06:52 > 1:06:54Let's talk of graves

1:06:56 > 1:06:59Of worms and epitaphs.

1:07:00 > 1:07:02Make dust our paper

1:07:02 > 1:07:05And with rainy eyes

1:07:05 > 1:07:07Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

1:07:09 > 1:07:12Let's choose executors and talk of wills.

1:07:12 > 1:07:13And yet not so.

1:07:15 > 1:07:18For what can we bequeath, save our deposed bodies to the ground?

1:07:20 > 1:07:26Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's.

1:07:27 > 1:07:31And nothing can we call our own but death.

1:07:31 > 1:07:33And that small model of the barren earth

1:07:33 > 1:07:36Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

1:07:39 > 1:07:41For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground.

1:07:46 > 1:07:49And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

1:07:51 > 1:07:57How some have been deposed, some slain in war,

1:07:57 > 1:08:02Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,

1:08:02 > 1:08:06Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed

1:08:06 > 1:08:08All murdered.

1:08:10 > 1:08:12For within the hollow crown

1:08:14 > 1:08:17That rounds the mortal temples of a king

1:08:17 > 1:08:19Keeps Death his court.

1:08:21 > 1:08:25And there the antic sits,

1:08:25 > 1:08:29Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp

1:08:30 > 1:08:35Allowing him a breath, a little scene,

1:08:35 > 1:08:37To monarchise

1:08:38 > 1:08:42Be feared and kill with looks

1:08:42 > 1:08:46Infusing him with self and vain conceit,

1:08:46 > 1:08:50As if this flesh, which walls about our life,

1:08:50 > 1:08:53Were brass impregnable.

1:08:54 > 1:08:56And, humoured thus, comes at the last

1:08:56 > 1:09:01And, with a little pin, bores through his castle wall and,

1:09:02 > 1:09:05Farewell, King!

1:09:10 > 1:09:12Cover your heads.

1:09:13 > 1:09:17And mock not flesh and blood with solemn reverence.

1:09:19 > 1:09:24Throw away respect, tradition, form and ceremonious duty

1:09:25 > 1:09:28For you have but mistook me all this while.

1:09:30 > 1:09:31I live with bread, like you

1:09:34 > 1:09:35Feel want

1:09:36 > 1:09:38Taste grief

1:09:39 > 1:09:40Need friends.

1:09:43 > 1:09:47Subjected thus, how can you say to me I am a king?

1:09:47 > 1:09:49My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes,

1:09:49 > 1:09:52But presently prevent the ways to wail.

1:09:52 > 1:09:53My father hath a power.

1:09:55 > 1:09:56Enquire of him.

1:09:57 > 1:09:59And learn to make a body of a limb.

1:10:01 > 1:10:03Thou chid'st me well.

1:10:04 > 1:10:05HE LAUGHS

1:10:08 > 1:10:11Proud Bolingbroke, I come!

1:10:11 > 1:10:14To change blows with thee for our day of doom.

1:10:16 > 1:10:19An easy task it is to win our own.

1:10:19 > 1:10:22Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power?

1:10:22 > 1:10:25Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.

1:10:28 > 1:10:30Men judge, by the complexion of the sky,

1:10:30 > 1:10:33The state and inclination of the day.

1:10:33 > 1:10:36So may you by my dull and heavy eye.

1:10:37 > 1:10:40My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.

1:10:43 > 1:10:45I play the torturer, by small and small,

1:10:45 > 1:10:47To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken.

1:10:50 > 1:10:53Your uncle, York, is joined with Bolingbroke,

1:10:53 > 1:10:56And all your northern castles yielded up,

1:10:56 > 1:11:00And all your southern gentlemen in arms upon his party.

1:11:00 > 1:11:01Thou hast said enough.

1:11:08 > 1:11:12Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth,

1:11:12 > 1:11:15Of that sweet way I was in to despair!

1:11:17 > 1:11:18What say you now?!

1:11:18 > 1:11:21What comfort have we now?!

1:11:21 > 1:11:24By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly

1:11:24 > 1:11:27That bids me be of comfort any more.

1:11:27 > 1:11:30Go to Flint Castle.

1:11:30 > 1:11:31There I'll pine away.

1:11:33 > 1:11:37A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.

1:11:37 > 1:11:38My lord, one word.

1:11:38 > 1:11:40He does me double wrong

1:11:40 > 1:11:43That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.

1:11:43 > 1:11:46Discharge my followers.

1:11:46 > 1:11:48Let them hence away

1:11:49 > 1:11:52From Richard's night

1:11:52 > 1:11:53To Bolingbroke's fair day.

1:12:32 > 1:12:34What, will not this castle yield?

1:12:34 > 1:12:38The castle royally is manned, my lord, against thy entrance.

1:12:38 > 1:12:40Royally? Why? It contains no king.

1:12:40 > 1:12:42Yes, my good lord,

1:12:42 > 1:12:43It doth contain a king.

1:12:43 > 1:12:46King Richard lies within the limits of yon lime and stone,

1:12:46 > 1:12:50And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Bagot, Sir Stephen Scroop,

1:12:50 > 1:12:53Besides a clergyman of holy reverence - who, I cannot learn.

1:12:53 > 1:12:57O belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.

1:12:57 > 1:12:58Noble lord.

1:13:00 > 1:13:02Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle.

1:13:04 > 1:13:06Through brazen trumpet, send the breath of parley

1:13:06 > 1:13:08Into his ruined ears, and thus deliver

1:13:10 > 1:13:11Henry Bolingbroke

1:13:13 > 1:13:18On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand

1:13:18 > 1:13:23And sends allegiance and true faith of heart to his most royal person,

1:13:23 > 1:13:27Hither come, even at his feet, to lay my arms and power,

1:13:27 > 1:13:30Provided that my banishment repealed

1:13:30 > 1:13:34And lands restored again be freely granted.

1:13:36 > 1:13:41If not, I'll use the advantage of my power

1:13:41 > 1:13:44And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood

1:13:44 > 1:13:47Rained from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen.

1:13:50 > 1:13:53The which how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke it is

1:13:53 > 1:13:56Such crimson tempest should bedrench the fresh green lap

1:13:56 > 1:13:59Of fair King Richard's land,

1:13:59 > 1:14:03My stooping duty tenderly shall show.

1:14:05 > 1:14:07Go signify as much.

1:14:11 > 1:14:16Methinks King Richard and myself should meet with no less terror

1:14:16 > 1:14:19Than the elements of fire and water,

1:14:19 > 1:14:21When their thundering shock at meeting

1:14:21 > 1:14:23Tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.

1:14:26 > 1:14:27Be he the fire.

1:14:29 > 1:14:31I'll be the yielding water.

1:14:33 > 1:14:34The rage be his,

1:14:34 > 1:14:38Whilst, on the earth, I rain my waters.

1:14:41 > 1:14:42On the earth and not on him.

1:14:46 > 1:14:47March on.

1:14:50 > 1:14:52And mark King Richard how he looks.

1:15:40 > 1:15:43HORSE WHINNIES

1:16:17 > 1:16:19See, see.

1:16:22 > 1:16:23We are amazed.

1:16:25 > 1:16:28And thus long have we stood

1:16:28 > 1:16:31To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,

1:16:31 > 1:16:37Because we thought ourself thy lawful king.

1:16:37 > 1:16:39And if we be, how dare thy joints forget

1:16:39 > 1:16:41To pay their awful duty to our presence?

1:16:44 > 1:16:46No hand of blood and bone

1:16:46 > 1:16:48Can grip the sacred handle of our sceptre,

1:16:48 > 1:16:52Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp!

1:16:54 > 1:16:58And though you think that all, as you have done,

1:16:58 > 1:17:00Have torn their souls by turning them from us,

1:17:00 > 1:17:02And we are barren and bereft of friends,

1:17:02 > 1:17:08Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,

1:17:08 > 1:17:10Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf

1:17:10 > 1:17:14Armies of pestilence!

1:17:14 > 1:17:18And they shall strike your children yet unborn and unbegot,

1:17:18 > 1:17:21That lift your vassal hands against my head

1:17:21 > 1:17:23And threat the glory of my precious crown.

1:17:26 > 1:17:28Tell Bolingbroke.

1:17:28 > 1:17:31For yond methinks he stands.

1:17:31 > 1:17:36That every stride he makes upon my land is dangerous treason.

1:17:38 > 1:17:43He is come to open the purple testament of bleeding war.

1:17:43 > 1:17:46But, ere the crown he looks for live in peace,

1:17:46 > 1:17:48Ten thousand bloody crowns

1:17:48 > 1:17:50Of mothers' sons

1:17:50 > 1:17:51Shall ill become

1:17:51 > 1:17:54The flower of England's face,

1:17:54 > 1:17:57Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace

1:17:57 > 1:17:59To scarlet indignation

1:17:59 > 1:18:01And bedew her pastures' grass

1:18:01 > 1:18:03With faithful English blood.

1:18:03 > 1:18:06The king of heaven forbid our lord, the king,

1:18:06 > 1:18:08Should so with civil and uncivil arms be rushed upon!

1:18:11 > 1:18:15Thy thrice noble cousin, Harry Bolingbroke,

1:18:15 > 1:18:17Doth humbly kiss thy hand,

1:18:17 > 1:18:21And by the honourable tomb he swears,

1:18:21 > 1:18:24That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones,

1:18:24 > 1:18:27And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,

1:18:27 > 1:18:30And by the worth and honour of himself,

1:18:30 > 1:18:35His coming hither hath no further scope than for his lineal royalties.

1:18:41 > 1:18:43Northumberland.

1:18:43 > 1:18:45Say thus the king returns.

1:18:48 > 1:18:49His noble cousin

1:18:49 > 1:18:52Is right welcome hither,

1:18:52 > 1:18:54And all the number

1:18:54 > 1:18:55Of his fair demands

1:18:55 > 1:18:57Shall be accomplished

1:18:57 > 1:18:59Without contradiction.

1:19:29 > 1:19:32We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,

1:19:32 > 1:19:34To look so poorly and to speak so fair?

1:19:36 > 1:19:38Shall we call back Northumberland,

1:19:38 > 1:19:40And send defiance to the traitor, and so die?

1:19:40 > 1:19:42No, good, my lord.

1:19:43 > 1:19:45Let's fight with gentle words,

1:19:45 > 1:19:49Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords.

1:19:49 > 1:19:51Oh, God. Oh, God!

1:19:51 > 1:19:52Thate'er this tongue of mine,

1:19:52 > 1:19:55That laid the sentence of dread banishment on yon proud man,

1:19:55 > 1:19:57Should take it off again with words of sooth!

1:19:57 > 1:20:00O that I were as great as is my grief,

1:20:00 > 1:20:02Or lesser than my name!

1:20:02 > 1:20:04Or that I could forget what I have been,

1:20:04 > 1:20:06Or not remember what I must be now!

1:20:06 > 1:20:09Swell'st thou, proud heart?

1:20:09 > 1:20:11I'll give thee scope to beat,

1:20:11 > 1:20:14Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.

1:20:14 > 1:20:17Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.

1:20:17 > 1:20:19What must the king do now?

1:20:21 > 1:20:24Must he submit?

1:20:24 > 1:20:25The king shall do it.

1:20:26 > 1:20:29Must he be deposed?

1:20:29 > 1:20:31The king shall be contented.

1:20:31 > 1:20:35Must he lose the name of king?

1:20:35 > 1:20:38In God's name, let it go.

1:20:38 > 1:20:41I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,

1:20:41 > 1:20:46My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,

1:20:46 > 1:20:49My figured goblets for a dish of wood,

1:20:49 > 1:20:51My subjects for a pair of carved saints

1:20:51 > 1:20:53And my large kingdom for a little grave.

1:20:53 > 1:20:55HE LAUGHS

1:20:55 > 1:20:57A little, little grave.

1:20:57 > 1:20:59An obscure grave.

1:21:01 > 1:21:04Or I'll be buried in the King's Highway,

1:21:04 > 1:21:05Some way of common trade,

1:21:05 > 1:21:10Where subjects' feet may hourly trample on their sovereign's head,

1:21:10 > 1:21:14For on my heart they tread now whilst I live.

1:21:14 > 1:21:16And buried once, why not upon my head?

1:21:19 > 1:21:23Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin!

1:21:24 > 1:21:28We'll make foul weather with despised tears.

1:21:28 > 1:21:31Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,

1:21:31 > 1:21:34And make a dearth in this revolting land.

1:21:34 > 1:21:38Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,

1:21:38 > 1:21:40And make some pretty match with shedding tears?

1:21:40 > 1:21:43As thus, to drop them still upon one place,

1:21:43 > 1:21:46Till they have fretted us a pair of graves within the earth.

1:21:46 > 1:21:52And, therein laid, "There lies two kinsmen,

1:21:52 > 1:21:55"Digged their graves with weeping eyes."

1:21:56 > 1:21:57Would not this ill do well?

1:21:59 > 1:22:02Well, well, I see...

1:22:02 > 1:22:05I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.

1:22:30 > 1:22:33Most mighty prince,

1:22:33 > 1:22:35My Lord Northumberland,

1:22:35 > 1:22:39What says King Bolingbroke?

1:22:39 > 1:22:42My lord, he doth attend to speak with you

1:22:44 > 1:22:46May it please you to come down.

1:22:56 > 1:22:58THE SOLDIERS ROAR

1:22:58 > 1:23:00'Down, down I come.

1:23:00 > 1:23:04'Like a glistering Phaeton, wanting the manage of unruly jades.

1:23:05 > 1:23:07'In the base court?

1:23:07 > 1:23:10'Base court, where kings grow base,

1:23:10 > 1:23:13'To come at traitors' calls and do them grace.

1:23:13 > 1:23:15'In the base court?

1:23:15 > 1:23:16'Come down?

1:23:16 > 1:23:18'Down, court!

1:23:18 > 1:23:19'Down, king!'

1:23:21 > 1:23:26For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.

1:23:35 > 1:23:38Stand all apart!

1:23:39 > 1:23:41And show fair duty to his majesty.

1:23:44 > 1:23:47My gracious lord.

1:23:50 > 1:23:53Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee

1:23:53 > 1:23:57To make the base earth proud with kissing it.

1:23:57 > 1:24:01Me rather had my heart might feel your love

1:24:01 > 1:24:03Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.

1:24:04 > 1:24:06Up, cousin, up.

1:24:09 > 1:24:11Your heart is up, I know.

1:24:11 > 1:24:16Thus high at least, although your knee be low.

1:24:16 > 1:24:18My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.

1:24:18 > 1:24:23Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.

1:24:23 > 1:24:27So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,

1:24:27 > 1:24:31As my true service shall deserve your love.

1:24:31 > 1:24:32Well you deserve.

1:24:34 > 1:24:36They well deserve to have,

1:24:36 > 1:24:39That know the strong'st and the surest way to get!

1:24:39 > 1:24:41YORK SOBS

1:24:43 > 1:24:45Uncle, give me your hand.

1:24:45 > 1:24:48Nay, dry your eyes.

1:24:48 > 1:24:51Tears show their love, but want their remedies.

1:24:56 > 1:24:59Cousin, I am too young to be your father,

1:25:00 > 1:25:02Though you are old enough to be my heir.

1:25:05 > 1:25:07What you will have, I'll give, and willing, too;

1:25:07 > 1:25:11For do we must what force will have us do.

1:25:15 > 1:25:18Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?

1:25:20 > 1:25:21Yea, my good lord.

1:25:23 > 1:25:25Then I must not say no.

1:25:56 > 1:25:59What sport shall we devise here in this garden,

1:25:59 > 1:26:02To drive away the heavy thought of care?

1:26:02 > 1:26:03Madam, we'll dance.

1:26:06 > 1:26:09My legs can keep no measure in delight,

1:26:09 > 1:26:12When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief.

1:26:14 > 1:26:16Therefore, no dancing, girl.

1:26:18 > 1:26:20Some other sport.

1:26:20 > 1:26:21Madam, we'll tell tales.

1:26:23 > 1:26:25Of sorrow or of joy?

1:26:25 > 1:26:27Of either, madam.

1:26:29 > 1:26:31Of neither, girl.

1:26:32 > 1:26:33Madam, I'll sing.

1:26:35 > 1:26:38'Tis well that thou hast cause.

1:26:39 > 1:26:44But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.

1:26:45 > 1:26:48I could weep, madam, would it do you good.

1:26:52 > 1:26:56Go thou and, like an executioner,

1:26:56 > 1:26:59Cut off the heads of too-fast growing sprays,

1:26:59 > 1:27:02That look too lofty in our commonwealth -

1:27:02 > 1:27:04All must be even in our government.

1:27:04 > 1:27:08Why should we keep law and form and due proportion,

1:27:08 > 1:27:12When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, is full of weeds,

1:27:12 > 1:27:14Her fairest flowers choked up,

1:27:14 > 1:27:17Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruined,

1:27:17 > 1:27:18Her knots disorder'd

1:27:18 > 1:27:21And her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars?

1:27:21 > 1:27:23Hold thy peace!

1:27:23 > 1:27:26He that hath suffered this disordered spring

1:27:26 > 1:27:29Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf.

1:27:29 > 1:27:34The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter,

1:27:34 > 1:27:36That seemed in eating him to hold him up,

1:27:36 > 1:27:39Are plucked up root and all by Bolingbroke,

1:27:39 > 1:27:42I mean the favourites of the King, Bushy and Green.

1:27:42 > 1:27:44- What?! Are they dead?!- They are.

1:27:44 > 1:27:47And Bolingbroke hath seized the wasteful king.

1:27:49 > 1:27:50O what pity is it

1:27:50 > 1:27:53That he had not so trimmed and dressed his land

1:27:53 > 1:27:55As we this garden.

1:27:55 > 1:27:57We at time of year

1:27:57 > 1:28:00Do wound the bark,

1:28:00 > 1:28:02Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood,

1:28:02 > 1:28:03It confound itself:

1:28:05 > 1:28:08Had he done so to great and growing men,

1:28:08 > 1:28:11They might have lived to bear and he to taste

1:28:11 > 1:28:12Their fruits of duty.

1:28:12 > 1:28:15What, think you then the king shall be deposed?

1:28:15 > 1:28:19Depressed he is already, and deposed he will be.

1:28:19 > 1:28:21Thou!

1:28:22 > 1:28:27How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?

1:28:27 > 1:28:29What Eve, what serpent,

1:28:29 > 1:28:31Hath suggested thee

1:28:31 > 1:28:33To make a second fall of cursed man?

1:28:33 > 1:28:36Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed?

1:28:36 > 1:28:41Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth,

1:28:41 > 1:28:43Divine his downfall?

1:28:43 > 1:28:45Speak, thou wretch.

1:28:46 > 1:28:47Pardon me, madam,

1:28:48 > 1:28:50Little joy have I

1:28:50 > 1:28:52To breathe this news;

1:28:52 > 1:28:53Yet what I say is true.

1:28:54 > 1:28:58King Richard, he is in the mighty hold of Bolingbroke

1:28:58 > 1:29:00Their fortunes both are weighed

1:29:01 > 1:29:04In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,

1:29:04 > 1:29:06But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,

1:29:06 > 1:29:09Besides himself, are all the English peers,

1:29:09 > 1:29:13And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.

1:29:15 > 1:29:17Post you to London,

1:29:17 > 1:29:22And you will find it so; I speak no more than every man doth know.

1:29:22 > 1:29:24And am I last that knows it?

1:29:26 > 1:29:28Come, lady, go,

1:29:29 > 1:29:32To meet at London, London's king in woe.

1:29:34 > 1:29:37Was I born to this, that my sad look

1:29:37 > 1:29:41Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?

1:29:41 > 1:29:47Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,

1:29:47 > 1:29:51Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.

1:29:53 > 1:29:55Poor queen!

1:30:23 > 1:30:25Great Duke of Lancaster,

1:30:27 > 1:30:28I come to thee

1:30:28 > 1:30:31From plume-plucked Richard;

1:30:32 > 1:30:34Who with willing soul

1:30:34 > 1:30:36Adopts thee heir

1:30:38 > 1:30:39Ascend his throne,

1:30:39 > 1:30:41Descending now from him;

1:30:43 > 1:30:49And long live Henry, fourth of that name!

1:30:56 > 1:30:58In God's name,

1:31:04 > 1:31:05I'll ascend the regal throne.

1:31:08 > 1:31:10Marry. God forbid!

1:31:10 > 1:31:13Would God that any in this noble presence

1:31:13 > 1:31:15Were enough noble to be upright judge

1:31:15 > 1:31:16Of noble Richard!

1:31:16 > 1:31:19What subject can give sentence on his king?

1:31:19 > 1:31:22And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?

1:31:22 > 1:31:26And shall the figure of God's majesty, His captain,

1:31:26 > 1:31:27Steward, deputy-elect,

1:31:27 > 1:31:30Anointed, crowned, planted many years,

1:31:30 > 1:31:32Be judged by subject and inferior breath,

1:31:32 > 1:31:34And he himself not present?

1:31:34 > 1:31:36O forfend it, God,

1:31:36 > 1:31:39That in a Christian climate souls refined

1:31:39 > 1:31:42Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!

1:31:42 > 1:31:44I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,

1:31:44 > 1:31:46Stirred up by God,

1:31:46 > 1:31:47Thus boldly for his king,

1:31:47 > 1:31:49My Lord of Hereford here,

1:31:49 > 1:31:50Whom you call king,

1:31:50 > 1:31:53Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king

1:31:53 > 1:31:55And if you crown him,

1:31:55 > 1:31:58Let me prophesy

1:31:58 > 1:32:01The blood of English shall manure the ground,

1:32:01 > 1:32:05And future ages groan for this foul act;

1:32:05 > 1:32:08Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,

1:32:08 > 1:32:12And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars

1:32:12 > 1:32:16Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound;

1:32:16 > 1:32:20Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny

1:32:20 > 1:32:24Shall here inhabit, and this land be called

1:32:24 > 1:32:27The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.

1:32:29 > 1:32:33O, if you raise this house against this house,

1:32:33 > 1:32:36It will the woefullest division prove

1:32:36 > 1:32:38That ever fell upon this cursed earth!

1:32:38 > 1:32:42Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains,

1:32:42 > 1:32:46Of capital treason we arrest you here.

1:32:47 > 1:32:51My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge

1:32:51 > 1:32:53To keep him safely till his day of trial.

1:33:00 > 1:33:01Fetch hither Richard,

1:33:04 > 1:33:06That in common view

1:33:06 > 1:33:07He may surrender.

1:33:09 > 1:33:10So we shall proceed

1:33:10 > 1:33:12Without suspicion.

1:34:07 > 1:34:09Alack,

1:34:17 > 1:34:19Why am I sent for to a king,

1:34:22 > 1:34:25Before I have shook off the regal thoughts

1:34:25 > 1:34:27Wherewith I reigned?

1:34:29 > 1:34:31I hardly yet have learned

1:34:31 > 1:34:32To insinuate,

1:34:32 > 1:34:35Flatter, bow, and bend my limbs

1:34:39 > 1:34:41Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me

1:34:41 > 1:34:43To this submission.

1:34:43 > 1:34:45HE SOBS

1:35:05 > 1:35:08Yet I well remember the favours of these men

1:35:10 > 1:35:11Were they not mine?

1:35:11 > 1:35:15Did they not sometimes cry, "All hail!" to me?

1:35:16 > 1:35:19So Judas did to Christ

1:35:21 > 1:35:23But he, in twelve,

1:35:23 > 1:35:25Found truth in all but one

1:35:27 > 1:35:31I, in twelve thousand, none.

1:35:33 > 1:35:35God save the king!

1:35:42 > 1:35:43Will no man say amen?

1:35:43 > 1:35:45HE LAUGHS

1:35:45 > 1:35:46Am I both priest and clerk?

1:35:49 > 1:35:51Well then, amen.

1:35:52 > 1:35:54God save the king!

1:35:56 > 1:35:59Although I be not he;

1:35:59 > 1:36:01And yet, amen,

1:36:02 > 1:36:04If heaven do think him me.

1:36:07 > 1:36:10To do what service am I sent for hither?

1:36:23 > 1:36:26To do that office of thine own good will

1:36:26 > 1:36:30Which tired majesty did make thee offer,

1:36:30 > 1:36:34The resignation of thy state and crown

1:36:34 > 1:36:36To Henry Bolingbroke.

1:36:39 > 1:36:41Give me the crown.

1:37:07 > 1:37:12Here, cousin, seize the crown;

1:37:14 > 1:37:16Here, cousin

1:37:36 > 1:37:40On this side my hand, and on that side yours.

1:37:40 > 1:37:43Now is this golden crown

1:37:44 > 1:37:46Like a deep well

1:37:47 > 1:37:48That owes two buckets,

1:37:48 > 1:37:49Filling one another,

1:37:51 > 1:37:53The emptier ever dancing in the air,

1:37:53 > 1:37:57The other down, unseen and full of water

1:37:59 > 1:38:02That bucket down and full of tears am I,

1:38:02 > 1:38:06Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

1:38:10 > 1:38:13I thought you had been willing to resign.

1:38:13 > 1:38:16My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine.

1:38:17 > 1:38:21Part of your cares you give me with your crown.

1:38:21 > 1:38:26Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.

1:38:27 > 1:38:31My care is loss of care, by old care done;

1:38:31 > 1:38:33Your care is gain of care, by new care won

1:38:33 > 1:38:36The cares I give I have, though given away;

1:38:36 > 1:38:40They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.

1:38:44 > 1:38:47Are you contented to resign the crown?

1:38:49 > 1:38:51Ay,

1:38:51 > 1:38:53No;

1:38:56 > 1:38:58No, ay;

1:38:59 > 1:39:03For I must nothing be;

1:39:04 > 1:39:06Therefore no no,

1:39:06 > 1:39:08For I resign to thee.

1:39:09 > 1:39:13Now mark me, how I will undo myself;

1:39:22 > 1:39:23BELL CHIMES

1:39:27 > 1:39:34I give this heavy weight from off my head,

1:39:34 > 1:39:38The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;

1:39:41 > 1:39:44With mine own tears I wash away my balm,

1:39:46 > 1:39:51With mine own hands I give away my crown,

1:39:53 > 1:39:54With mine own tongue

1:39:56 > 1:39:58Deny my sacred state,

1:39:58 > 1:40:04With mine own breath release all duty's rites

1:40:06 > 1:40:11All pomp and majesty I do forswear;

1:40:13 > 1:40:16Make me, that nothing have,

1:40:17 > 1:40:20With nothing grieved,

1:40:20 > 1:40:24And thou with all pleased,

1:40:25 > 1:40:27That hath all achieved!

1:40:31 > 1:40:35Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,

1:40:37 > 1:40:41And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit!

1:40:45 > 1:40:48God save King Harry,

1:40:48 > 1:40:53Unkinged Richard says,

1:40:54 > 1:40:59And send him many years of sunshine days!

1:41:07 > 1:41:08What more remains?

1:41:09 > 1:41:11No more, but that you read over

1:41:11 > 1:41:14These accusations and grievous crimes

1:41:14 > 1:41:17Committed by yourself and your followers

1:41:17 > 1:41:20Against the state and profit of this land;

1:41:20 > 1:41:22That, by confessing them, the souls of men

1:41:22 > 1:41:24May deem you worthily deposed.

1:41:31 > 1:41:33Must I do so?

1:41:35 > 1:41:38And must I ravel out My weaved-up folly?

1:41:43 > 1:41:44Gentle Northumberland,

1:41:44 > 1:41:48If thy offences were upon record,

1:41:48 > 1:41:51Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop

1:41:51 > 1:41:53To read a lecture of them?

1:41:55 > 1:41:56If thou wouldst,

1:41:56 > 1:41:59There shouldst thou find one heinous article,

1:41:59 > 1:42:01Containing the deposing of a king.

1:42:02 > 1:42:05Nay, all of you that stand and look upon,

1:42:05 > 1:42:09Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,

1:42:09 > 1:42:12Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands

1:42:12 > 1:42:15Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates

1:42:15 > 1:42:19Have here delivered me to my sour cross,

1:42:19 > 1:42:22And water cannot wash away your sin.

1:42:22 > 1:42:23My lord, dispatch.

1:42:23 > 1:42:25Read o'er these articles.

1:42:29 > 1:42:35Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:

1:42:35 > 1:42:38And yet salt water blinds them not so much

1:42:38 > 1:42:42That they can see a sort of traitors here.

1:42:45 > 1:42:48Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

1:42:49 > 1:42:51I find myself a traitor with the rest;

1:42:55 > 1:42:57For I have given here my soul's consent

1:42:57 > 1:43:00To undeck the pompous body of a king;

1:43:00 > 1:43:03Made glory base and sovereignty a slave,

1:43:03 > 1:43:06Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.

1:43:06 > 1:43:08My Lord...

1:43:08 > 1:43:11No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,

1:43:13 > 1:43:17Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,

1:43:17 > 1:43:20No, not that name was given me at the font,

1:43:20 > 1:43:22But 'tis usurped

1:43:23 > 1:43:26Alack the heavy day,

1:43:26 > 1:43:28That I have worn so many winters out,

1:43:28 > 1:43:31And know not now what name to call myself!

1:43:33 > 1:43:36O that I were a mockery king of snow,

1:43:36 > 1:43:39Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,

1:43:39 > 1:43:42To melt myself away in water-drops!

1:43:51 > 1:43:55Good king, great king,

1:43:55 > 1:43:59and yet not greatly good,

1:43:59 > 1:44:02And if my word be sterling yet in England,

1:44:02 > 1:44:05Let it command a mirror hither straight,

1:44:05 > 1:44:07That it may show me what a face I have,

1:44:07 > 1:44:12Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

1:44:15 > 1:44:17Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.

1:44:18 > 1:44:21Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.

1:44:21 > 1:44:23Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell!

1:44:23 > 1:44:25Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.

1:44:25 > 1:44:28The commons will not be satisfied.

1:44:28 > 1:44:29They shall be satisfied

1:44:31 > 1:44:32I'll read enough,

1:44:32 > 1:44:34When I do see the very book indeed

1:44:34 > 1:44:37Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.

1:44:45 > 1:44:48Give me the glass, and therein will I read.

1:45:01 > 1:45:04No deeper wrinkles yet?

1:45:04 > 1:45:05Hath sorrow struck

1:45:05 > 1:45:08So many blows upon this face of mine,

1:45:08 > 1:45:10And made no deeper wounds?

1:45:11 > 1:45:13O flattering glass,

1:45:15 > 1:45:16Thou dost beguile me!

1:45:17 > 1:45:19Was this face the face

1:45:19 > 1:45:23That every day under his household roof

1:45:23 > 1:45:26Did keep ten thousand men?

1:45:27 > 1:45:30Was this the face

1:45:30 > 1:45:33That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?

1:45:36 > 1:45:40Was this the face that faced so many follies,

1:45:42 > 1:45:44And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?

1:45:50 > 1:45:53A brittle glory shineth in this face.

1:45:55 > 1:45:59As brittle as the glory is the face!

1:46:01 > 1:46:07For there it is, cracked in a hundred shivers.

1:46:09 > 1:46:13Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,

1:46:13 > 1:46:18How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face.

1:46:20 > 1:46:22The shadow of your sorrow hath destroyed

1:46:22 > 1:46:24The shadow of your face.

1:46:25 > 1:46:31Say that again. The shadow of my sorrow! Ha!

1:46:33 > 1:46:34Let's see

1:46:34 > 1:46:39It is very true, my grief lies all within;

1:46:39 > 1:46:41And these external manners of laments

1:46:41 > 1:46:44Are merely shadows to the unseen grief

1:46:44 > 1:46:47That swells with silence in the tortured soul;

1:46:49 > 1:46:51There lies the substance

1:46:54 > 1:46:56And I thank thee, king,

1:46:58 > 1:47:00For thy great bounty,

1:47:01 > 1:47:02That not only givest

1:47:02 > 1:47:04Me cause to wail but teachest me the way

1:47:04 > 1:47:06How to lament the cause.

1:47:09 > 1:47:10I'll beg one boon,

1:47:10 > 1:47:12And then be gone and trouble you no more.

1:47:12 > 1:47:14Shall I obtain it?

1:47:15 > 1:47:16Name it, fair cousin.

1:47:16 > 1:47:18"Fair cousin"?

1:47:19 > 1:47:20I am greater than a king

1:47:20 > 1:47:23For when I was a king, my flatterers

1:47:23 > 1:47:26Were then but subjects; being now a subject,

1:47:26 > 1:47:29I have a king here to my flatterer.

1:47:30 > 1:47:32Being so great, I have no need to beg.

1:47:34 > 1:47:35Yet ask.

1:47:35 > 1:47:36And shall I have?

1:47:36 > 1:47:37You shall.

1:47:38 > 1:47:41Then give me leave to go.

1:47:41 > 1:47:43Whither?

1:47:43 > 1:47:45Whither you will,

1:47:45 > 1:47:48So I were from your sights.

1:47:51 > 1:47:53Go, some of you convey him to the Tower.

1:47:53 > 1:47:54O good!

1:47:57 > 1:47:58Convey?

1:47:59 > 1:48:01Conveyers are you all,

1:48:01 > 1:48:07That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.

1:48:21 > 1:48:24On Wednesday next we solemnly set down our coronation.

1:48:26 > 1:48:27Lords,

1:48:29 > 1:48:31Prepare yourselves.

1:48:51 > 1:48:53This way the king will come;

1:48:58 > 1:49:02A woeful pageant have we here beheld.

1:49:02 > 1:49:04The woe's to come; the children yet unborn

1:49:04 > 1:49:07Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.

1:49:19 > 1:49:22In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

1:49:26 > 1:49:29In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

1:49:37 > 1:49:38You holy clergymen,

1:49:38 > 1:49:40is there no plot

1:49:40 > 1:49:42To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?

1:49:45 > 1:49:47I see your brows are full of discontent,

1:49:47 > 1:49:52Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears

1:49:54 > 1:49:57Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay

1:49:57 > 1:50:00A plot shall show us all a merry day.

1:50:06 > 1:50:11But soft, but see, or rather do not see,

1:50:11 > 1:50:12My fair rose wither.

1:50:27 > 1:50:31Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,

1:50:31 > 1:50:36To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul,

1:50:36 > 1:50:39To think our former state a happy dream;

1:50:39 > 1:50:42From which awaked, the truth of what we are

1:50:42 > 1:50:45Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet,

1:50:45 > 1:50:49To grim Necessity, and he and I

1:50:49 > 1:50:50Shall keep a league till death.

1:50:50 > 1:50:57What, has my Richard both in shape and mind

1:50:57 > 1:51:00Transformed and weakened?

1:51:00 > 1:51:03Hath Bolingbroke deposed thine intellect?

1:51:03 > 1:51:04Hath he been in thy heart?

1:51:04 > 1:51:07Good sometime Queen,

1:51:07 > 1:51:08prepare thee hence for France

1:51:08 > 1:51:10Think I am dead and that even here though takest,

1:51:10 > 1:51:13As from my death-bed, thy last living leave.

1:51:13 > 1:51:17Learn in winter's tedious nights sit by the fire

1:51:17 > 1:51:19With good old folks and let them tell thee tales

1:51:19 > 1:51:21Of woeful ages long ago betid;

1:51:21 > 1:51:24And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs,

1:51:24 > 1:51:26Tell thou the lamentable tale of me

1:51:26 > 1:51:30And send the hearers weeping to their beds.

1:51:33 > 1:51:36My lord, you must straight to the Tower.

1:51:36 > 1:51:41And, madam, there is orders ta'en for you;

1:51:42 > 1:51:45With all swift speed you must away to France.

1:51:46 > 1:51:50Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal

1:51:50 > 1:51:53The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,

1:51:54 > 1:51:56The time shall not be many hours of age

1:51:56 > 1:51:59More than it is ere foul sin gathering head

1:51:59 > 1:52:01Shalt break into corruption

1:52:02 > 1:52:04Thou shalt think,

1:52:04 > 1:52:06Though he divide the realm and give thee half,

1:52:06 > 1:52:07It is too little,

1:52:07 > 1:52:08Helping him to all;

1:52:08 > 1:52:11And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way

1:52:11 > 1:52:14To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,

1:52:14 > 1:52:17Being ne'er so little urged, another way

1:52:17 > 1:52:21To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.

1:52:31 > 1:52:36My guilt be on my head, and there an end.

1:52:38 > 1:52:40Take leave and part.

1:52:43 > 1:52:45Doubly divorced!

1:52:45 > 1:52:46Bad men, you violate

1:52:46 > 1:52:49A twofold marriage, 'twixt my crown and me,

1:52:49 > 1:52:51And then betwixt me and my married wife.

1:52:56 > 1:53:00Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;

1:53:07 > 1:53:10And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.

1:53:28 > 1:53:29Part us, Northumberland.

1:53:35 > 1:53:37Banish us both and send the king with me.

1:53:39 > 1:53:44That were some love but little policy.

1:53:44 > 1:53:46Then whither he goes, thither let me go.

1:54:26 > 1:54:28My lord

1:54:29 > 1:54:32You told me you would tell the rest?

1:54:35 > 1:54:37Then, as I said,

1:54:39 > 1:54:40The duke,

1:54:40 > 1:54:42Great Bolingbroke,

1:54:44 > 1:54:47Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed

1:54:47 > 1:54:51With slow but stately pace kept on his course,

1:54:51 > 1:54:55Whilst all tongues cried "God save thee, Bolingbroke!"

1:55:00 > 1:55:02You would have thought the very windows spake,

1:55:04 > 1:55:05So many greedy looks of young and old

1:55:05 > 1:55:10Through casements darted their desiring eyes

1:55:10 > 1:55:11Upon his visage.

1:55:11 > 1:55:13Alack, poor Richard!

1:55:13 > 1:55:15Where was he the whilst?

1:55:17 > 1:55:20As in a theatre,

1:55:20 > 1:55:24The eyes of men,

1:55:22 > 1:55:24After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,

1:55:24 > 1:55:26Are idly bent on him who enters next,

1:55:26 > 1:55:28Thinking his prattle to be tedious;

1:55:28 > 1:55:29Even so,

1:55:29 > 1:55:32Or with much more contempt,

1:55:34 > 1:55:37Men's eyes did scowl on gentle Richard;

1:55:40 > 1:55:42No man cried "God save him!"

1:55:45 > 1:55:49But dust was thrown upon his sacred head

1:55:51 > 1:55:54Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,

1:55:56 > 1:56:00That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeled

1:56:00 > 1:56:05The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted

1:56:08 > 1:56:12But heaven hath a hand in these events,

1:56:12 > 1:56:15And to Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now.

2:00:01 > 2:00:04- My son, Aumerle. - What news from Oxford?

2:00:04 > 2:00:08Jousts and triumphs?

2:00:08 > 2:00:10For aught I know, my lord.

2:00:10 > 2:00:12You will be there, I know.

2:00:12 > 2:00:15If God prevent not, I purpose so.

2:00:15 > 2:00:16What seal is that?

2:00:18 > 2:00:20Yea, look'st thou pale?

2:00:20 > 2:00:22Let me see the writing.

2:00:22 > 2:00:25- My lord, 'tis nothing. - No matter, then, who see it;

2:00:27 > 2:00:28I will be satisfied;

2:00:28 > 2:00:30let me see the writing.

2:00:30 > 2:00:33I do beseech your grace to pardon me

2:00:33 > 2:00:36It is a matter of small consequence,

2:00:36 > 2:00:38Which for some reasons I would not have seen.

2:00:38 > 2:00:40Which for some reason, SIR,

2:00:42 > 2:00:43I mean to see.

2:00:45 > 2:00:48- I fear.- What should you fear?

2:00:49 > 2:00:52Boy, let me see the writing.

2:00:52 > 2:00:55I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.

2:00:55 > 2:00:57I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.

2:01:14 > 2:01:16It's treason!

2:01:17 > 2:01:19Foul treason!

2:01:19 > 2:01:22- What is the matter, my lord? - Ho! Who's within there?

2:01:22 > 2:01:24Saddle my horse! Give me my boots I say!

2:01:24 > 2:01:27- What is the matter? - Peace, foolish woman!

2:01:27 > 2:01:29I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle?

2:01:29 > 2:01:31Good mother, be content;

2:01:31 > 2:01:33It is no more than my poor life must answer.

2:01:33 > 2:01:36- Thy life answer! - I will unto the king.

2:01:36 > 2:01:38Aumerle? Poor boy, thou art amazed.

2:01:38 > 2:01:41Give me my boots, I say.

2:01:41 > 2:01:43Why, York, what wilt thou do?

2:01:43 > 2:01:46Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?

2:01:46 > 2:01:48Have we more sons? Or are we like to have?

2:01:48 > 2:01:51A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,

2:01:51 > 2:01:53And interchangeably set down their hand,

2:01:53 > 2:01:55To kill the new-crowned king.

2:01:56 > 2:01:57He shall be none;

2:01:57 > 2:02:00We'll keep him here, then what is that to him?

2:02:00 > 2:02:04Were he twenty times my son, I would impeach him.

2:02:04 > 2:02:05Hadst thou groan'd for him

2:02:05 > 2:02:07As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful.

2:02:07 > 2:02:09But now I know thy mind;

2:02:09 > 2:02:12Thou dost suspect that I have been disloyal to thy bed

2:02:12 > 2:02:14And that he is a bastard, not thy son

2:02:14 > 2:02:18Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind

2:02:18 > 2:02:21He is as like thee as a man may be!

2:02:21 > 2:02:22Make way!

2:02:24 > 2:02:26After, Aumerle!

2:02:27 > 2:02:28Mount thee upon his horse;

2:02:28 > 2:02:31Spur post, and get before him to the king,

2:02:31 > 2:02:33And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.

2:02:33 > 2:02:36I'll not be long behind;

2:02:36 > 2:02:38Away, be gone!

2:02:56 > 2:02:58Who comes here?

2:02:59 > 2:03:03What means our cousin that he stares and looks so wildly?

2:03:03 > 2:03:05God save your grace.

2:03:05 > 2:03:07I do beseech your majesty,

2:03:07 > 2:03:10To have some conference with your grace alone.

2:03:11 > 2:03:14Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.

2:03:30 > 2:03:33Then give me leave that I may turn the key,

2:03:33 > 2:03:36That no man enter till my tale be done.

2:03:36 > 2:03:38Have thy desire.

2:03:43 > 2:03:44KNOCKS ON DOOR

2:03:44 > 2:03:46My liege, beware;

2:03:46 > 2:03:48Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.

2:03:48 > 2:03:51Villain, I'll make thee safe.

2:03:51 > 2:03:54Stay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause to fear.

2:03:54 > 2:03:55My liege.

2:03:58 > 2:04:00Open the door or I will break it open!

2:04:03 > 2:04:05What is the matter, uncle? Speak.

2:04:05 > 2:04:06Peruse this writing here,

2:04:06 > 2:04:07And thou shalt know

2:04:07 > 2:04:10The treason that my haste forbid me show.

2:04:10 > 2:04:14I do repent me; read not my name there

2:04:14 > 2:04:16My heart was not confederate with my hand.

2:04:16 > 2:04:19It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down.

2:04:19 > 2:04:22I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king;

2:04:22 > 2:04:24Fear, not love, begets his penitence:

2:04:30 > 2:04:33O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy!

2:04:37 > 2:04:41O loyal father of a treacherous son!

2:04:42 > 2:04:46Thy overflow of good converts to bad,

2:04:50 > 2:04:52And thy abundant goodness shall excuse

2:04:52 > 2:04:55This deadly blot in thy digressing son.

2:04:55 > 2:04:58Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath,

2:04:58 > 2:05:01The traitor lives, the true man's put to death.

2:05:01 > 2:05:02KNOCK AT DOOR

2:05:02 > 2:05:05What ho, my liege! For God's sake, let me in!

2:05:05 > 2:05:09What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry?

2:05:09 > 2:05:10A woman.

2:05:10 > 2:05:13And thy aunt, great king; 'tis I.

2:05:13 > 2:05:15Open the door.

2:05:15 > 2:05:17A beggar begs that never begged before.

2:05:17 > 2:05:20Our scene is altered from a serious thing,

2:05:20 > 2:05:23And now changed to The Beggar And The King.

2:05:23 > 2:05:24SHE CONTINUES TO KNOCK

2:05:24 > 2:05:27My dangerous cousin, let your mother in:

2:05:27 > 2:05:30I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.

2:05:34 > 2:05:38O king, believe not this hard-hearted man!

2:05:38 > 2:05:41Love loving not itself none other can.

2:05:41 > 2:05:43Thou frantic woman,

2:05:43 > 2:05:44What dost thou make here?

2:05:44 > 2:05:47Shall thy old dugs another traitor rear?

2:05:47 > 2:05:49Sweet York, be patient.

2:05:49 > 2:05:50Hear me, gentle liege.

2:05:50 > 2:05:51Rise up, good aunt!

2:05:51 > 2:05:55Not yet, I thee beseech, for ever will I walk upon my knees,

2:05:55 > 2:05:57Until thou bid me joy,

2:05:57 > 2:06:00By pardoning my transgressing boy.

2:06:00 > 2:06:02Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee.

2:06:02 > 2:06:06Against them both my true joints bended be.

2:06:06 > 2:06:09Ill mayst thou thrive, if thou grant any grace!

2:06:09 > 2:06:11Pleads he in earnest?

2:06:11 > 2:06:12Look upon his face;

2:06:12 > 2:06:14His eyes do drop no tears,

2:06:14 > 2:06:16His prayers are in jest;

2:06:16 > 2:06:19His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast.

2:06:19 > 2:06:20Good aunt, stand up.

2:06:20 > 2:06:22Nay, do not say, "stand up"

2:06:22 > 2:06:25Say, "pardon" first, and afterwards "stand up".

2:06:25 > 2:06:30I never long'd to hear a word till now;

2:06:30 > 2:06:32Say "pardon," king;

2:06:32 > 2:06:34Let pity teach thee how:

2:06:34 > 2:06:38The word is short, but not so short as sweet;

2:06:38 > 2:06:42No word like "pardon" for kings' mouths so meet.

2:06:42 > 2:06:43Good aunt, stand up.

2:06:43 > 2:06:45I do not sue to stand;

2:06:45 > 2:06:48Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.

2:06:48 > 2:06:50I pardon him,

2:06:53 > 2:06:55As God shall pardon me.

2:06:55 > 2:06:58O happy vantage of a kneeling knee!

2:06:59 > 2:07:01Yet am I sick with fear: speak it again;

2:07:04 > 2:07:06With all my heart

2:07:09 > 2:07:10I pardon him.

2:07:10 > 2:07:13A god on earth thou art!

2:07:15 > 2:07:19But for our trusty Bishop and the Abbot,

2:07:19 > 2:07:22With all the rest of that consorted crew,

2:07:25 > 2:07:28Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.

2:07:31 > 2:07:34Good uncle, help to order several powers

2:07:34 > 2:07:37To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are:

2:07:38 > 2:07:40They shall not live within this world,

2:07:40 > 2:07:42But I will have them, if I once know where.

2:07:43 > 2:07:47Uncle, farewell.

2:08:06 > 2:08:08And, cousin too, adieu:

2:08:08 > 2:08:10Your mother well hath prayed,

2:08:12 > 2:08:14And prove you true.

2:08:17 > 2:08:20Come, my old son.

2:08:34 > 2:08:36I pray God make thee new.

2:09:18 > 2:09:20Didst thou not mark the king,

2:09:23 > 2:09:24What words he spake.

2:09:26 > 2:09:29"Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?"

2:09:29 > 2:09:32Was it not so? Quoth he.

2:09:36 > 2:09:38He spake it twice,

2:09:38 > 2:09:41And urged it twice together, did he not?

2:09:43 > 2:09:45He did.

2:09:45 > 2:09:50And speaking it, he wistly looked on thee,

2:09:50 > 2:09:51And who should say,

2:09:53 > 2:09:54"I would thou wert the man

2:09:54 > 2:09:57"That would divorce this terror from my heart;"

2:09:57 > 2:09:58Meaning the king in the Tower.

2:10:04 > 2:10:08Come...let's go

2:10:08 > 2:10:11We are the king's friends,

2:10:11 > 2:10:12And will rid his foe.

2:11:29 > 2:11:32I have been studying how I may compare

2:11:32 > 2:11:35This prison where I live unto the world

2:11:37 > 2:11:40And for because the world is populous

2:11:40 > 2:11:42And here is not a creature but myself,

2:11:44 > 2:11:45I cannot do it;

2:11:49 > 2:11:51Yet I'll hammer it out.

2:11:52 > 2:11:56My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,

2:11:56 > 2:11:59My soul the father; and these two beget

2:11:59 > 2:12:02A generation of still-breeding thoughts,

2:12:02 > 2:12:08And these same thoughts people this little world,

2:12:08 > 2:12:11Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot

2:12:11 > 2:12:14Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails

2:12:14 > 2:12:17May tear a passage through the flinty ribs

2:12:17 > 2:12:19Of this hard world,

2:12:19 > 2:12:21My ragged prison walls,

2:12:22 > 2:12:25And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.

2:12:30 > 2:12:32Thoughts tending to content

2:12:33 > 2:12:34Flatter themselves

2:12:34 > 2:12:37That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,

2:12:37 > 2:12:38Nor shall not be the last;

2:12:44 > 2:12:46Like silly beggars

2:12:48 > 2:12:51Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,

2:12:51 > 2:12:55That many have and others must sit there;

2:12:57 > 2:12:59And in this thought they find a kind of ease,

2:13:01 > 2:13:03Bearing their own misfortune on the back

2:13:03 > 2:13:05Of such as have before endured the like.

2:13:12 > 2:13:15Thus play I in one person many people,

2:13:17 > 2:13:20And none contented:

2:13:26 > 2:13:28Sometimes am I king;

2:13:30 > 2:13:33Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,

2:13:35 > 2:13:40And so I am, then crushing penury

2:13:40 > 2:13:42Persuades me I was better when a king;

2:13:44 > 2:13:47Then am I kinged again and by and by

2:13:47 > 2:13:50Think that I am unkinged by Bolingbroke,

2:13:50 > 2:13:52And straight am nothing:

2:13:54 > 2:13:56But whate'er I be,

2:13:57 > 2:14:00Nor I nor any man that but man is

2:14:02 > 2:14:04With nothing shall be pleased,

2:14:05 > 2:14:06Till he be eased

2:14:06 > 2:14:08With being nothing.

2:14:11 > 2:14:13DISTANT MUSIC PLAYS

2:14:19 > 2:14:21HE LAUGHS

2:14:24 > 2:14:26Music do I hear?

2:14:32 > 2:14:33HE LAUGHS

2:14:46 > 2:14:47Keep time

2:14:52 > 2:14:53How sour sweet music is,

2:14:55 > 2:14:57When time is broke and no proportion kept!

2:15:01 > 2:15:04So is it in the music of men's lives.

2:15:07 > 2:15:08I wasted time,

2:15:10 > 2:15:12And now doth time waste me.

2:15:17 > 2:15:19This music mads me; let it sound no more;

2:15:23 > 2:15:25For though it have holp madmen to their wits,

2:15:25 > 2:15:27In me it seems it will make wise men mad.

2:15:34 > 2:15:36Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!

2:15:39 > 2:15:41For 'tis a sign of love;

2:15:43 > 2:15:45And love to Richard

2:15:45 > 2:15:49Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.

2:15:54 > 2:15:55Hail, royal Prince!

2:16:11 > 2:16:13Thanks, noble peer;

2:16:16 > 2:16:17What art thou?

2:16:18 > 2:16:21And how comest thou hither,

2:16:21 > 2:16:23Where no man never comes but that sad dog

2:16:23 > 2:16:26That brings me food to make misfortune live?

2:16:28 > 2:16:31I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,

2:16:31 > 2:16:33When thou wert king;

2:16:34 > 2:16:38Who, with much ado, have gotten leave

2:16:38 > 2:16:41To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.

2:16:43 > 2:16:45O, how it yearned my heart when I beheld

2:16:45 > 2:16:48In London streets, that coronation-day,

2:16:49 > 2:16:51When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,

2:16:53 > 2:16:56That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,

2:16:56 > 2:16:59That horse that I so carefully have dressed!

2:17:01 > 2:17:03Rode he on Barbary?

2:17:04 > 2:17:07Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him?

2:17:07 > 2:17:11So proudly as if he disdained the ground.

2:17:11 > 2:17:14So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back?

2:17:14 > 2:17:18That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;

2:17:18 > 2:17:22This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.

2:17:24 > 2:17:27Would he not stumble?

2:17:27 > 2:17:28Would he not fall down,

2:17:28 > 2:17:30Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck

2:17:30 > 2:17:33Of that proud man that did usurp his back?

2:17:35 > 2:17:36Forgiveness, horse!

2:17:37 > 2:17:40Why do I rail on thee,

2:17:40 > 2:17:43Since thou, created to be awed by man,

2:17:43 > 2:17:44Wast born to bear?

2:17:45 > 2:17:46I was not made a horse;

2:17:46 > 2:17:49And yet I bear a burden like an ass,

2:17:50 > 2:17:52Spurred, galled

2:17:52 > 2:17:56and tired by jouncing Bolingbroke.

2:17:59 > 2:18:00DOOR CREAKS OPEN

2:18:04 > 2:18:07If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.

2:18:07 > 2:18:09How now!

2:18:16 > 2:18:20Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.

2:18:20 > 2:18:21HE GARGLES

2:18:24 > 2:18:26HE GASPS

2:18:32 > 2:18:35Go now and fill another room in hell.

2:19:16 > 2:19:18Welcome, my lord. What news?

2:19:18 > 2:19:21First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.

2:19:21 > 2:19:24The next news is, I have to London brought

2:19:24 > 2:19:27The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent.

2:19:32 > 2:19:34We thank thee for thy pains.

2:19:38 > 2:19:42My Lord, I have from Oxford brought to London

2:19:42 > 2:19:44The heads of Bagot and Sir Stephen Scroop.

2:19:50 > 2:19:53Thy pains, Willoughby, shall not be forgot.

2:19:56 > 2:19:58The Conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,

2:19:58 > 2:20:01Hath yielded up his body to the grave!

2:20:01 > 2:20:04But here is Carlisle living.

2:20:09 > 2:20:11Carlisle,

2:20:12 > 2:20:14This is your doom

2:20:16 > 2:20:19Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,

2:20:19 > 2:20:27More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;

2:20:29 > 2:20:31So as thou livest in peace,

2:20:31 > 2:20:33Die free from strife

2:20:35 > 2:20:38For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,

2:20:40 > 2:20:43High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.

2:20:54 > 2:20:57Within this coffin I present

2:20:57 > 2:20:58Thy buried fear

2:20:58 > 2:21:01Herein all breathless lies

2:21:01 > 2:21:04The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,

2:21:05 > 2:21:07Richard of Bordeaux,

2:21:07 > 2:21:09By me hither brought.

2:21:26 > 2:21:27Aumerle,

2:21:31 > 2:21:33I thank thee not;

2:21:33 > 2:21:35For thou hast wrought

2:21:35 > 2:21:36A deed of slander

2:21:36 > 2:21:38With thy fatal hand

2:21:38 > 2:21:39Upon my head

2:21:39 > 2:21:42And all this famous land.

2:21:43 > 2:21:45From your own mouth, my lord,

2:21:45 > 2:21:47Did I this deed.

2:21:47 > 2:21:48They love not poison

2:21:48 > 2:21:50That do poison need,

2:21:51 > 2:21:53Nor do I thee

2:21:55 > 2:21:58Though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer,

2:22:05 > 2:22:07Love him murdered.

2:22:18 > 2:22:23Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,

2:22:23 > 2:22:27That...blood should sprinkle me

2:22:27 > 2:22:29To make me grow

2:22:33 > 2:22:36Come, mourn with me for what I do lament,

2:22:38 > 2:22:42And put on sullen black incontinent

2:22:48 > 2:22:50I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,

2:22:53 > 2:22:58To wash this blood off from my...guilty hand.

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