Richard II The Hollow Crown


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Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs,

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Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

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Let us sit upon the ground

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And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

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How some have been deposed; some slain in war;

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Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;

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Some poisoned by their wives; some sleeping killed.

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All murdered.

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Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster.

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Hast thou brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son,

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Here to make good the boisterous late appeal

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Which then our leisure would not let us hear

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Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

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I have, my liege.

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Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him

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If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,

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Or worthily, as a good subject should,

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On some known ground of treachery in him?

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As far as I could sift him on that argument,

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On some apparent danger seen in the Duke

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Aimed at your highness.

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Then call them to our presence.

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Face to face,

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And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear

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The accuser and the accused freely speak.

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Many years of happy days befall

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My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!

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Each day still better other's happiness

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Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,

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Add an immortal title to your crown!

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We thank you both.

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Yet one but flatters us,

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As well appeareth by the cause you come,

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Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.

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Cousin of Hereford,

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What dost thou object

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Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

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First - heaven be the record to my speech!

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In the devotion of a subject's love,

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And free from other misbegotten hate,

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Come I appellant to this princely presence.

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Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,

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And mark my greeting well; for what I speak

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My body shall make good upon this earth,

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Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.

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Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,

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Too good to be so, and too bad to live,

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Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,

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The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

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First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me

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From giving reins and spurs to my free speech,

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Which else would post until it had returned

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These terms of treason doubled down his throat.

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Setting aside his high blood's royalty, I do defy him,

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And I spit at him,

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Call him a slanderous coward and a villain.

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What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?

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Look what I speak, my life shall prove it true:

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I say that Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles

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In name of lending for your highness' soldiers,

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The which he hath detained for lewd employments,

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Like a false traitor and injurious villain.

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Besides I say, and will in battle prove,

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That all the treasons for these 18 years

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Complotted and contrived in this land

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Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.

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And by the glorious worth of my descent,

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This arm shall prove it, or this life be spent!

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HE CHUCKLES

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How high a pitch his resolution soars!

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Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears.

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He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou.

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Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.

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Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart

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Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.

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Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me:

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Let's purge this choler without letting blood.

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This we prescribe, though no physician;

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Deep malice makes too deep incision.

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Forget, forgive, conclude and be agreed;

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Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.

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Good uncle, let this end where it begun;

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We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.

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To be a make-peace shall become my age.

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Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.

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And Norfolk, throw down his.

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When, Harry, when? Obedience bids I should not bid again.

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Norfolk, give me his gage. Lions make leopards tame.

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Yea, but not change his spots.

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My dear, dear, lord,

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The purest treasure mortal times afford

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Is spotless reputation;

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Mine honour is my life; both grow in one.

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Take honour from me, and my life is done.

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Cousin, throw down your gage; do you begin?

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O God defend my soul from such deep sin.

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We were not born to sue but to command;

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Which since we cannot do to make you friends,

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Be ready as your lives shall answer it

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At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's Day.

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There shall your swords and lances arbitrate

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The swelling difference of your settled hate.

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Marshal,

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demand of yonder knights in arms

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Both who they are and why they come hither

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Thus plated in habiliments of war.

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In God's name and the King's, say who thou art

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

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My name is Thomas Mowbray,

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Duke of Norfolk,

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Who hither come engaged by my oath

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Both to defend my loyalty and truth

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To God, my king

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and my succeeding issue

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Against the Duke of Hereford

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To prove him, in defending of myself,

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A traitor to my God, my king and me.

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Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby

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Am I, who ready here do stand in arms

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To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour,

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In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,

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That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous,

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To God of heaven, King Richard and to me.

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On pain of death,

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no person be so bold

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Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists

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Except the Marshal and such officers

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Appointed to direct these fair designs.

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Lord Marshal,

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let me kiss my sovereign's hand,

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And bow my knee before his majesty

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For Mowbray and myself are like two men

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That vow a long and weary pilgrimage.

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The appellant in all duty greets your highness

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And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

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We will descend

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and fold him in our arms.

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Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,

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So be thy fortune in this royal fight.

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Farewell, my blood,

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which if today thou shed,

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Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

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O let no noble eye profane a tear

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For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear.

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My loving lord, I take my leave of you.

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Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle.

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O thou, the earthly author of my blood,

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Whose youthful spirit in me regenerate,

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Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up

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To reach at victory above my head,

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Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers.

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God in thy good cause make thee prosperous.

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Be swift like lightning in the execution. Be valiant and live.

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Mine innocence and Saint George to thrive!

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Order the trial, Marshal, and begin.

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HORSES NEIGH AND SNORT

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-LORD MARSHALL:

-Stay!

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Stay! The King hath thrown his warder down.

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Let them lay their helmets by.

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Draw near.

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For that our kingdom's earth should not be soiled

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By that dear blood which it hath fostered

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And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect

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Of civil wounds ploughed up with neighbours' sword

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And for we think the eagle-winged pride

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Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,

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Set you on,

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We therefore banish you our territories

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You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,

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Till twice five summers have enriched our fields

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Shall not regreet our fair dominions,

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But tread the stranger paths of banishment.

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Your will be done.

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This must my comfort be,

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The sun that warms you here shall shine on me

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And those his golden beams to you here lent

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Shall point on me and gild my banishment.

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Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,

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Which I with some unwillingness pronounce

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The sly slow hours shall not determinate

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The dateless limit of thy dear exile

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The hopeless word of "never to return"

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Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.

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A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,

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And all unlooked for from your highness' mouth.

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The language I have learnt these 40 years,

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My native English, now I must forego.

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Within my mouth you have engaoled my tongue,

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Doubly portcullised with my teeth and lips,

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And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance

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Is made my gaoler to attend on me.

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What is thy sentence then, but speechless death,

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Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?

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It boots thee not to be compassionate.

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After our sentence, plaining comes too late.

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Return again, and take an oath with me.

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Lay on our royal sword your banished hands.

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Swear by the duty that you owe to God

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Our part therein we banish with yourselves

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To keep the oath that we administer

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You never shall, so help you truth and God,

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Embrace each other's love in banishment

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Nor never look upon each other's face

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Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile

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This louring tempest of your home-bred hate

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Nor never by advised purpose meet

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To plot, contrive, or complot any ill

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'Gainst us, our state, our subjects or our land.

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I swear.

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And I,

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to keep all this.

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Norfolk,

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By this time, had the King permitted us,

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One of our souls had wandered in the air.

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Confess thy treasons 'ere thou fly this realm.

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Since thou hast far to go,

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bear not along the clogging burden of a guilty soul.

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No, Bolingbroke.

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If ever I were traitor,

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My name be blotted from the book of life,

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And I from heaven banished as from hence!

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But what thou art,

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God, thou and I do know

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And all too soon, I fear,

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the King shall rue.

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Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes

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I see thy grieved heart.

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Thy sad aspect

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Hath from the number of his banished years

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Plucked four away.

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Six frozen winters spent,

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Return with welcome home from banishment.

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How long a time lies in one little word!

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Four lagging winters and four wanton springs

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End in a word,

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such is the breath of kings.

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I thank my liege that in regard of me

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He shortens four years from my son's exile

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But little vantage shall I reap thereby

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For, ere the six years that he hath to spend

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Have changed their moons and brought their times around

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My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light

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Shall be extinct with age and endless night.

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HE CHUCKLES

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Why, uncle, thou hast many years to live.

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But not a minute, King, that thou canst give.

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Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,

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And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow.

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Cousin, farewell, and uncle, bid him so.

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Six years we banish him, and he SHALL go.

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Teach thy necessity to reason thus -

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Think not the King did banish thee,

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But thou the King.

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Look what thy soul holds dear,

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Imagine it to lie that way thou goest,

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Not whence thou com'st.

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Suppose the singing birds musicians,

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The flowers fair ladies,

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And thy steps no more

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Than a delightful measure or a dance

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For gnarling sorrow has less power to bite

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The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

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O who can hold a fire in his hand

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By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?

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Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite

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By bare imagination of a feast?

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Or wallow naked in December snow

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By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?

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No,

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the apprehension of the good

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Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

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Come, come, my son,

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be though on thy way.

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Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.

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Then, England's ground, farewell!

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Sweet soil, adieu

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My mother and my nurse that bears me yet!

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Where'er I wander, boast of this I can,

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Though banished,

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Yet a true-born Englishman.

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Cousin Aumerle,

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How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

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I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,

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But to the shoreline, and there I left him.

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What said our cousin when you parted with him?

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Farewell.

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Marry, would the word "farewell" have lengthened hours

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and added years to his short banishment

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He should have had a volume of farewells.

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But since it would not,

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He had none of me.

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He is our cousin, cousin.

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We did observe his courtship of the common people.

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How he did seem to dive into their hearts

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With humble and familiar courtesy,

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What reverence he did throw away on slaves.

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Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench.

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A brace of draymen bid God speed him well,

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And had the tribute of his supple knee

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With "Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends,"

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As were our England in reversion his.

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Well, he is gone,

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And with him go these thoughts.

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Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,

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Expedient manage must be made, my liege,

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'Ere further leisure yield them further means

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For their advantage and your highness' loss.

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We will ourself in person to this war,

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And for our coffers are grown somewhat light,

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We are enforced to farm our royal realm,

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The revenue whereof shall furnish us

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For our affairs in hand.

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If that come short,

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Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters

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Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,

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You shall subscribe them for large sums of gold,

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And send them after to supply our wants

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For we will make for Ireland presently.

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Scroop, what news?

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Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,

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Suddenly taken, and hath sent post-haste

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To entreat your majesty to visit him.

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-Where lies he?

-At Lancaster.

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Now put it, God, in the physician's mind

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To help him to his grave immediately!

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The lining of his coffers shall make coats

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To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.

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Come, gentlemen,

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Let's all go visit him.

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Pray God we may make haste and come too late!

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Will the King come...

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That I may breathe my last

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In wholesome counsel

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To his unstaid youth?

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Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath,

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For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.

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O but they say the tongues of dying men

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Enforce attention like deep harmony.

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Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,

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For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

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Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear,

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Yet my death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.

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No, it is stopped with other, flattering sounds.

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His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,

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For violent fires soon burn out themselves

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This royal throne of kings,

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This sceptred isle,

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This...earth

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Of majesty,

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This seat of Mars,

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This other Eden,

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Demi-paradise,

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This fortress built by Nature for herself

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Against infection and the hand of war,

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This happy breed of men,

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This little world,

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This precious stone set in the silver sea,

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Which serves it in the office of a wall,

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Or as a moat defensive to a house

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Against the envy of less happier lands,

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This blessed plot, this earth,

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This realm,

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This England,

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This land of such dear souls,

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This dear, dear land,

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Is now leased out -

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I die pronouncing it -

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Like to a tenement on a pelting farm.

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England, bound in with the triumphant sea,

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Is now bound in with shame!

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DOOR OPENS

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How fares our noble uncle Lancaster?

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How is't with aged Gaunt?

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O how that name befits my composition!

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Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old.

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For sleeping England long time have I watched

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Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt.

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The pleasure that some fathers feed upon

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Is my strict fast - I mean my children's looks,

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And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt.

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Can sick men play so nicely with their names?

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Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me,

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I mock my name, great King, to flatter thee.

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Should dying men flatter with those that live?

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Oh, no,

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men living flatter those that die.

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Thou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me.

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No, no,

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Thou diest, though I the sicker be.

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I am in health,

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I breathe and see thee ill.

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Now he that made me knows I see thee ill.

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Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land,

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Wherein thou liest in reputation sick

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And thou, too careless patient as thou art,

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Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure

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Of those physicians that first wounded thee.

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A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,

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Whose compass is no bigger than thy head.

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Landlord of England art thou now, not king.

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And thou...

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A lunatic lean-witted fool!

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Darest with thy frozen admonition

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Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood

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With fury from his native residence?

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Now, by my seat's right royal majesty,

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Wert thou not my father's father's son,

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This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head

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Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders!

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Live in thy shame!

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But die not shame with thee!

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I do beseech your majesty, impute his words

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To wayward sickliness and age in him.

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He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear

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As Harry, Duke of Hereford, were he here.

0:36:130:36:15

Right, you say true. As Hereford's love, so his

0:36:150:36:17

As theirs, so mine and all be as it is.

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My liege!

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Old Gaunt commends him to your highness.

0:36:250:36:29

What says he?

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Nay, nothing.

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All is said.

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His tongue now is a stringless instrument

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Words, life and all old Lancaster hath spent.

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Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!

0:36:480:36:51

Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

0:36:520:36:55

The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he.

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His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.

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So much for that. Now,

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We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns,

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Which live like venom where no venom else

0:37:230:37:25

But only they have privilege to live.

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And, for these great affairs do ask some charge,

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Towards our assistance we do seize to us

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The plate, coin, revenues and moveables

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Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possessed.

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How long shall I be patient?

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Ah, how long

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Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?

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I am the last of noble Edward's sons,

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Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first.

0:37:480:37:50

In war was never lion raged more fierce,

0:37:500:37:52

In peace was never gentle lamb more mild.

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Than was that young and princely gentleman.

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His face thou hast, for even so looked he, O Richard!

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York is far too gone with grief,

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Or else he never would compare between...

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Why, uncle, what's the matter?

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O my liege, Pardon me, if you please

0:38:120:38:14

Seek you to seize and grip into your hands

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The royalties and rights of banished Hereford?

0:38:180:38:21

Is not Gaunt dead? And doth not Hereford live? Was not Gaunt just?

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And is not Harry true? Did the one not deserve to have an heir?

0:38:260:38:31

Is not the heir a well-deserving son?

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Take Hereford's rights away and take from time

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His charters and his customary rights.

0:38:360:38:39

Let not tomorrow then ensue today. Be not thyself.

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For how art thou a king

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But by fair sequence and succession?

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Now, afore God

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If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,

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You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,

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You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts

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And prick my tender patience to those thoughts

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Which honour and allegiance can not think.

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Think what you will,

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We seize into our hands

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His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.

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I'll not be by the while.

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My liege, farewell.

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What will ensue here after there's none can tell.

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Tomorrow next

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We will for Ireland, and 'tis time.

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And we create, in absence of ourself,

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Our uncle York Lord Governor of England,

0:39:380:39:41

For he is just and always loved us well.

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Tomorrow must we part.

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Be merry, for our time of stay is short.

0:39:490:39:52

-NORTHUMBERLAND:

-Well, lords,

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the Duke of Lancaster is dead.

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ROSS: And living, too, for now his son is duke.

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-WILLOUGHBY:

-Barely in titles, not in revenues.

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Richly in both, if justice had it right.

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My heart is great, but it must break with silence

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'Ere it be disburdened with a liberal tongue.

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Nay, speak thy mind, and let him ne'er speak more

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That speaks thy words again to do thee harm.

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Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford?

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If it be so, out with it boldly, man.

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Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.

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No good at all that I can do for him

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Unless you call it good to pity him,

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Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.

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Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne

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In him, a royal prince, and many more

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Of noble blood in this declining land.

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The King is not himself, but basely led

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By flatterers, and what they will inform

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Merely in hate, against any of us all,

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That will the King severely prosecute

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'Gainst us,

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Our lives, our children, and our heirs.

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The commons hath he pilled with grievous taxes,

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And quite lost their hearts.

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The nobles hath he fined For ancient quarrels,

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And quite lost their hearts.

0:41:300:41:31

The King's grown bankrupt like a broken man.

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Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.

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He hath not money for these Irish wars,

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But by the robbing of the banished Duke.

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His noble kinsman!

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Most degenerate King!

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But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,

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And yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm.

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We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,

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And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

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We see the very wreck that we must suffer,

0:42:060:42:08

-And unavoidable is the danger now.

-Not so.

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Even through the hollow eyes of Death

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I spy life peering, but dare not say

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How near the tiding of our comfort is.

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Nay, let us hear thy thoughts as thou dost ours.

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Be confident to speak, Northumberland.

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We three are but thyself, and, speaking so,

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Thy words are but as thoughts.

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Therefore, be bold.

0:42:350:42:36

Then thus - I have from Port le Blanc, a bay

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In Brittany, received intelligence

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That Harry, Duke of Hereford,

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Is making hither with all due expedience,

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And shortly means to touch our northern shore.

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Perhaps he hath 'ere this, but stays upon

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The first departing of the King for Ireland.

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If then, we shall shake off our slavish yoke,

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Imp out our drooping country's broken wing,

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Redeem from broking pawn the blemished crown,

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And make high majesty look like itself,

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Away with me in post to meet him there.

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But if you faint, as fearing to do so,

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Stay and be secret, and myself will go.

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To horse, to horse! Urge doubts to them that fear.

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Hold out my horse and I will be first there.

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Madam, your majesty is too much sad.

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You promised, when you parted with the King,

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To lay aside life-harming heaviness

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And entertain a cheerful disposition.

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To please the King I did,

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To please myself I cannot do it.

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The banished Bolingbroke repeals himself,

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And with uplifted arms is safe arrived

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-At Ravenspurgh.

-Now God in heaven forbid!

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-Madam, 'tis too true.

-Despair not, madam.

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Who shall hinder me?

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Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.

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Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts.

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Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth,

0:45:420:45:44

Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.

0:45:440:45:48

Your husband, he is gone to save far off,

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Whilst others come to make him lose at home.

0:45:500:45:53

Here am I left to underprop his land,

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Who, weak with age, cannot support myself.

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I know not what to do!

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Gentlemen, will you go muster men?

0:45:590:46:01

Come, cousin, I'll dispose of you.

0:46:030:46:05

The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland,

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But none returns.

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For us to levy power

0:46:300:46:31

Proportionable to the enemy is all unpossible.

0:46:310:46:34

Besides, our nearness to the King in love

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Is near the hate of those love not the King.

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And that's the wavering commons, for their love

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Lies in their purses and whoso empties them,

0:46:430:46:46

By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

0:46:460:46:49

Wherein the King stands generally condemned.

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If judgment lie in them, then so do we,

0:46:530:46:56

Because we ever have been near the King.

0:46:560:46:59

Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol Castle.

0:46:590:47:02

Thither will I with you,

0:47:030:47:05

Will you go along with us?

0:47:050:47:06

No,

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I will to Wales to rouse the troops.

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The men there will stay loyal to his majesty.

0:47:130:47:16

Farewell.

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If heart's presages be not vain,

0:47:180:47:20

We three here part that ne'er shall meet again.

0:47:200:47:23

That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.

0:47:230:47:25

Alas, poor Duke!

0:47:250:47:27

The task he undertakes

0:47:270:47:29

Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry.

0:47:290:47:31

Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.

0:47:310:47:37

Farewell at once - for once, for all, and ever.

0:47:370:47:41

Well, we may meet again.

0:47:410:47:45

I fear me, never.

0:47:450:47:46

How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?

0:48:060:48:08

Believe me, noble lord, I am a stranger here.

0:48:080:48:11

These high wild hills and rough uneven ways

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Draw out our miles and make them wearisome.

0:48:140:48:17

And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,

0:48:180:48:21

Making the hard way sweet and delectable.

0:48:210:48:24

Of much less value is my company than your good words.

0:48:240:48:27

But who comes here?

0:48:290:48:30

My noble uncle!

0:48:330:48:34

You show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,

0:48:400:48:44

Whose duty is deceivable and false.

0:48:440:48:47

My gracious uncle...

0:48:470:48:49

Tut, tut! You grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.

0:48:510:48:56

Why have those banished and forbidden legs

0:48:560:48:58

Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?

0:48:580:49:01

But then, more why - why have they dared to march

0:49:010:49:04

So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,

0:49:040:49:06

Frighting her pale-faced villages with war

0:49:060:49:08

And ostentation of despised arms?

0:49:080:49:11

Com'st thou because the anointed King is hence?

0:49:120:49:14

Why, foolish boy, the King is left behind,

0:49:140:49:17

And in my loyal bosom lies his power.

0:49:170:49:19

Were I but now the lord of such hot youth

0:49:190:49:22

As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself

0:49:220:49:26

Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,

0:49:260:49:30

From forth the ranks of many thousand French,

0:49:300:49:34

O then how quickly should this arm of mine chastise thee

0:49:340:49:37

And minister correction to thy fault!

0:49:370:49:39

My gracious uncle, let me know my fault.

0:49:390:49:41

On what condition stands it and wherein?

0:49:410:49:43

Even in condition of the worst degree,

0:49:430:49:46

In gross rebellion and detested treason.

0:49:460:49:49

Thou art a banished man, and here art come,

0:49:500:49:54

Before the expiration of thy time,

0:49:540:49:56

In braving arms against thy sovereign.

0:49:560:49:59

As I was banished, I was banished Hereford

0:49:590:50:01

But as I come, I come for Lancaster.

0:50:010:50:03

And noble uncle, I beseech your grace,

0:50:050:50:07

Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye.

0:50:070:50:10

You are my father,

0:50:100:50:12

For methinks in you I see old Gaunt alive.

0:50:140:50:16

O then, my father,

0:50:190:50:21

Will you permit that I shall stand condemned

0:50:210:50:23

A wandering vagabond, my rights and royalties

0:50:230:50:26

Plucked from my arms perforce and given away

0:50:260:50:28

To upstart unthrifts?

0:50:280:50:30

Wherefore was I born?

0:50:310:50:33

If that my cousin king be King of England,

0:50:340:50:36

It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.

0:50:360:50:39

You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin.

0:50:390:50:44

Had you first died and he been thus trod down,

0:50:440:50:46

He would have found his uncle Gaunt a father

0:50:460:50:48

To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.

0:50:480:50:50

What would you have me do?

0:50:530:50:54

I am a subject, And I challenge law.

0:50:560:50:58

Attorneys are denied me,

0:50:580:51:00

And therefore, personally I lay my claim

0:51:000:51:02

To my inheritance of free descent.

0:51:020:51:04

The noble Duke hath been much abused.

0:51:060:51:07

It stands your grace upon to do him right.

0:51:070:51:10

Base men by his endowments are made great.

0:51:100:51:13

My lords of England, let me tell you this.

0:51:150:51:17

I have had feelings of my cousin's wrongs

0:51:190:51:22

And laboured all I could to do him right.

0:51:240:51:26

But in this kind to come - in braving arms

0:51:260:51:29

Be his own carver, and cut out his way

0:51:290:51:31

To find out right with wrong - it may not be.

0:51:310:51:33

And you that do abet him in this kind

0:51:330:51:35

Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.

0:51:350:51:37

The noble Duke hath sworn his coming is

0:51:370:51:40

But for his own

0:51:400:51:42

And for the right of that

0:51:440:51:47

We are all strongly sworn to give him aid.

0:51:470:51:51

And let him never see joy that breaks that oath!

0:51:530:51:56

-Well, well.

-HE CHUCKLES

0:51:580:52:00

I see the issue of these arms.

0:52:000:52:02

I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,

0:52:050:52:07

Because my power is weak and all ill-left

0:52:070:52:10

But if I could, by Him that gave me life,

0:52:100:52:14

I would attach you all and make you stoop

0:52:140:52:17

Unto the sovereign mercy of the King.

0:52:170:52:20

But since I cannot,

0:52:230:52:24

Be it known unto you I do remain as neuter.

0:52:260:52:28

So, fare you well.

0:52:280:52:29

But we must win your grace to go with us

0:52:310:52:33

To my father's seat

0:52:330:52:34

To see those lands I must again call mine.

0:52:360:52:38

Nor friends nor foes to me welcome you are.

0:52:450:52:49

Things past redress are now with me past care.

0:52:530:52:56

My lord, we have stayed ten days

0:53:140:53:17

And hardly kept our countrymen together,

0:53:170:53:19

And yet we hear no tidings from the King.

0:53:190:53:21

Therefore we will disperse ourselves. Farewell.

0:53:220:53:26

Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman.

0:53:260:53:29

The King reposes all his confidence in thee.

0:53:290:53:32

'Tis thought the King is dead.

0:53:320:53:35

We will not stay.

0:53:350:53:37

The bay trees in our country are all withered,

0:53:380:53:42

And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven

0:53:420:53:45

The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth,

0:53:450:53:48

And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change

0:53:480:53:51

Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap,

0:53:510:53:56

The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,

0:53:560:53:59

The other to enjoy by rage and war.

0:53:590:54:02

These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.

0:54:020:54:06

Farewell.

0:54:060:54:08

Our countrymen are gone and fled,

0:54:080:54:11

As well assured Richard, their king,

0:54:110:54:13

Is dead.

0:54:130:54:15

Ah, Richard,

0:54:190:54:22

With the eyes of heavy mind

0:54:220:54:23

I see thy glory like a shooting star

0:54:230:54:27

Fall to the base earth from the firmament.

0:54:270:54:29

Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,

0:54:310:54:34

Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest.

0:54:340:54:39

The friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,

0:54:390:54:42

And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.

0:54:420:54:46

FIRE CRACKLES

0:54:550:54:56

SOBBING

0:55:220:55:25

Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls

0:55:340:55:36

Since presently your souls must part your bodies

0:55:360:55:39

With too much urging your pernicious lives,

0:55:390:55:42

For 'twere no charity

0:55:420:55:44

Yet to wash your blood

0:55:440:55:45

From off my hands, here in the view of men

0:55:450:55:47

I will unfold some causes of your deaths.

0:55:470:55:50

You have misled a prince,

0:55:520:55:55

A royal king,

0:55:550:55:57

A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,

0:55:570:56:01

By you unhappied and disfigured clean.

0:56:010:56:04

You have in manner with your sinful hours

0:56:060:56:09

Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,

0:56:090:56:12

Broke the possession of a royal bed

0:56:130:56:15

And stained the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks

0:56:150:56:19

With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.

0:56:190:56:23

Myself,

0:56:290:56:30

A prince by fortune of my birth,

0:56:320:56:34

Near to the King in blood, and near in love

0:56:350:56:39

Till you did make him misinterpret me,

0:56:390:56:42

Have stooped my neck under your injuries

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And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds,

0:56:450:56:51

Eating the bitter bread of banishment,

0:56:510:56:53

Whilst you have fed upon my signories,

0:56:530:56:57

Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods,

0:56:570:57:02

From my own window torn my household coat,

0:57:020:57:06

Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign

0:57:060:57:09

Save men's opinions and my living blood

0:57:090:57:12

To show the world I am a gentleman.

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This and much more,

0:57:180:57:19

Much more than twice all this,

0:57:220:57:25

Condemns you to the death.

0:57:250:57:27

See them delivered over

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To execution and the hand of death.

0:57:290:57:31

More welcome is the stroke of death to me

0:57:370:57:39

Than Bolingbroke to England.

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Lords,

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farewell.

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HE SOBS No!

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My only comfort is that heaven will take our souls

0:58:070:58:12

And plague injustice with the pains of hell.

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Come, lords, away.

0:58:240:58:27

How brooks your grace the air

0:59:230:59:25

After your late tossing on the breaking seas?

0:59:250:59:27

Needs must I like it well. I weep for joy

0:59:270:59:31

To stand upon my kingdom once again.

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Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,

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Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs.

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As a long-parted mother with her child

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Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting,

0:59:450:59:48

So weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,

0:59:480:59:51

And do thee favours with my royal hands.

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Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,

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Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense,

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But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,

1:00:061:00:09

And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way,

1:00:091:00:12

Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet

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That with usurping steps do trample thee.

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Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies,

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And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,

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Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder.

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Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords.

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This earth shall have a feeling,

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And these stones prove armed soldiers,

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Ere her native king shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.

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Fear not, my lord.

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That power that made you king

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Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.

1:00:451:00:48

He means, my lord, that we are too remiss,

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Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,

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Grows strong and great in substance and in power.

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Discomfortable cousin,

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Knowest thou not that when the searching eye of heaven is hid,

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Behind the globe that lights the lower world

1:01:051:01:08

Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen?

1:01:091:01:14

But when, from over this terrestrial ball,

1:01:141:01:19

He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines

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And darts his light through every guilty hole,

1:01:221:01:25

Then murders, treasons and detested sins

1:01:251:01:29

Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves.

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So, when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke -

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Who all the while hath revelled in the night

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Whilst we were wandering with the Antipodes -

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Shall see us rising in our throne, the East,

1:01:461:01:49

His treasons will sit blushing in his face,

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Not all the water in the rough, rude sea

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Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.

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For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed

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To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,

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God, for his Richard, hath in heavenly pay a glorious angel.

1:02:071:02:13

Then, if angels fight, weak men must fall,

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For heaven still guards the right.

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Welcome, my lord.

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How far off lies your power?

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Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, than this weak arm.

1:02:281:02:32

Discomfort guides my tongue and bids me speak of nothing but despair.

1:02:321:02:36

One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,

1:02:361:02:39

Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth.

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O call back yesterday, bid Time return,

1:02:421:02:45

And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!

1:02:451:02:48

Today, today, unhappy day, too late,

1:02:481:02:52

O'er throws thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state.

1:02:521:02:57

For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,

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Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed, fled.

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Comfort, my liege.

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Why looks thou so pale?

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But now the blood of twenty thousand men did triumph in my face,

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And they are fled.

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And till such blood thither come again,

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Have I not reason to look pale and dead?

1:03:151:03:17

All souls that will be safe fly from my side.

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For Time hath set a blot upon my pride.

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Comfort, my liege.

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-WHISPERS:

-Remember who you are.

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I had forgot myself.

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THEY BOTH LAUGH

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Am I not king?

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Is not the King's name twenty thousand names?

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HE LAUGHS

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Arm, arm, my name!

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A puny subject strikes at thy great glory.

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Look not to the ground, ye favourites of a king.

1:03:561:04:00

Are we not high?

1:04:001:04:02

High be our thoughts!

1:04:021:04:04

I know my uncle, York, hath power enough to serve our turn.

1:04:051:04:08

But who comes here?

1:04:121:04:13

More health and happiness betide my liege

1:04:201:04:22

Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him.

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Mine ear is open and my heart prepared.

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The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.

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Say, is my kingdom lost?

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Why, 'twas my care.

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And what loss is it to be rid of care?

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Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?

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Greater he shall not be.

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Revolt, our subjects? That we cannot mend.

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They break their faith to God as well as us.

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Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay.

1:04:511:04:55

The worst is death, and Death will have his day.

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Glad am I that your highness is so armed

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To bear the tidings of calamity.

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Like an unseasonable stormy day,

1:05:041:05:06

So high above his limits swells the rage of Bolingbroke,

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Covering your fearful land with hard, bright steel

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And hearts harder than steel.

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Whitebeards have armed their thin and hairless scalps

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Against thy majesty.

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Boys with women's voices

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Strive to speak big and clap their female joints

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In stiff and unwieldy arms against thy crown.

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Both young and old rebel,

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And all goes worse than I have power to tell.

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What is become of Bushy?

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Where is Green?

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If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it!

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I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.

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Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.

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O, VILLAINS!

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VIPERS!

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Damned without redemption!

1:06:051:06:07

HE SOBS

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Dogs easily won to fawn on any man!

1:06:101:06:13

Snakes, in my heart-blood warmed, that sting my heart!

1:06:151:06:19

Judases, each one. Worse than Judas!

1:06:191:06:22

Would they make peace?

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Terrible hell make war upon their spotted souls for this!

1:06:261:06:30

Again uncurse their souls.

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Their peace is made with heads, and not with hands.

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Are Bushy and Green dead?

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Aye.

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Both of them at Lancaster lost their heads.

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Where's the Duke, my father, with his power?

1:06:421:06:44

No matter where.

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Of comfort, no man speak!

1:06:471:06:49

Let's talk of graves

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Of worms and epitaphs.

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Make dust our paper

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And with rainy eyes

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Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

1:07:051:07:07

Let's choose executors and talk of wills.

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And yet not so.

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For what can we bequeath, save our deposed bodies to the ground?

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Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's.

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And nothing can we call our own but death.

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And that small model of the barren earth

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Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

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For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground.

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And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

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How some have been deposed, some slain in war,

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Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,

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Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed

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All murdered.

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For within the hollow crown

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That rounds the mortal temples of a king

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Keeps Death his court.

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And there the antic sits,

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Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp

1:08:251:08:29

Allowing him a breath, a little scene,

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To monarchise

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Be feared and kill with looks

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Infusing him with self and vain conceit,

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As if this flesh, which walls about our life,

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Were brass impregnable.

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And, humoured thus, comes at the last

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And, with a little pin, bores through his castle wall and,

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Farewell, King!

1:09:021:09:05

Cover your heads.

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And mock not flesh and blood with solemn reverence.

1:09:131:09:17

Throw away respect, tradition, form and ceremonious duty

1:09:191:09:24

For you have but mistook me all this while.

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I live with bread, like you

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Feel want

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Taste grief

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Need friends.

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Subjected thus, how can you say to me I am a king?

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My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes,

1:09:471:09:49

But presently prevent the ways to wail.

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My father hath a power.

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Enquire of him.

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And learn to make a body of a limb.

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Thou chid'st me well.

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HE LAUGHS

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Proud Bolingbroke, I come!

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To change blows with thee for our day of doom.

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An easy task it is to win our own.

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Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power?

1:10:191:10:22

Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.

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Men judge, by the complexion of the sky,

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The state and inclination of the day.

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So may you by my dull and heavy eye.

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My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.

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I play the torturer, by small and small,

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To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken.

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Your uncle, York, is joined with Bolingbroke,

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And all your northern castles yielded up,

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And all your southern gentlemen in arms upon his party.

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Thou hast said enough.

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Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth,

1:11:081:11:12

Of that sweet way I was in to despair!

1:11:121:11:15

What say you now?!

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What comfort have we now?!

1:11:181:11:21

By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly

1:11:211:11:24

That bids me be of comfort any more.

1:11:241:11:27

Go to Flint Castle.

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There I'll pine away.

1:11:301:11:31

A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.

1:11:331:11:37

My lord, one word.

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He does me double wrong

1:11:381:11:40

That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.

1:11:401:11:43

Discharge my followers.

1:11:431:11:46

Let them hence away

1:11:461:11:48

From Richard's night

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To Bolingbroke's fair day.

1:11:521:11:53

What, will not this castle yield?

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The castle royally is manned, my lord, against thy entrance.

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Royally? Why? It contains no king.

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Yes, my good lord,

1:12:401:12:42

It doth contain a king.

1:12:421:12:43

King Richard lies within the limits of yon lime and stone,

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And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Bagot, Sir Stephen Scroop,

1:12:461:12:50

Besides a clergyman of holy reverence - who, I cannot learn.

1:12:501:12:53

O belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.

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Noble lord.

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Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle.

1:13:001:13:02

Through brazen trumpet, send the breath of parley

1:13:041:13:06

Into his ruined ears, and thus deliver

1:13:061:13:08

Henry Bolingbroke

1:13:101:13:11

On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand

1:13:131:13:18

And sends allegiance and true faith of heart to his most royal person,

1:13:181:13:23

Hither come, even at his feet, to lay my arms and power,

1:13:231:13:27

Provided that my banishment repealed

1:13:271:13:30

And lands restored again be freely granted.

1:13:301:13:34

If not, I'll use the advantage of my power

1:13:361:13:41

And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood

1:13:411:13:44

Rained from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen.

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The which how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke it is

1:13:501:13:53

Such crimson tempest should bedrench the fresh green lap

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Of fair King Richard's land,

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My stooping duty tenderly shall show.

1:13:591:14:03

Go signify as much.

1:14:051:14:07

Methinks King Richard and myself should meet with no less terror

1:14:111:14:16

Than the elements of fire and water,

1:14:161:14:19

When their thundering shock at meeting

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Tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.

1:14:211:14:23

Be he the fire.

1:14:261:14:27

I'll be the yielding water.

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The rage be his,

1:14:331:14:34

Whilst, on the earth, I rain my waters.

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On the earth and not on him.

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March on.

1:14:461:14:47

And mark King Richard how he looks.

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HORSE WHINNIES

1:15:401:15:43

See, see.

1:16:171:16:19

We are amazed.

1:16:221:16:23

And thus long have we stood

1:16:251:16:28

To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,

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Because we thought ourself thy lawful king.

1:16:311:16:37

And if we be, how dare thy joints forget

1:16:371:16:39

To pay their awful duty to our presence?

1:16:391:16:41

No hand of blood and bone

1:16:441:16:46

Can grip the sacred handle of our sceptre,

1:16:461:16:48

Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp!

1:16:481:16:52

And though you think that all, as you have done,

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Have torn their souls by turning them from us,

1:16:581:17:00

And we are barren and bereft of friends,

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Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,

1:17:021:17:08

Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf

1:17:081:17:10

Armies of pestilence!

1:17:101:17:14

And they shall strike your children yet unborn and unbegot,

1:17:141:17:18

That lift your vassal hands against my head

1:17:181:17:21

And threat the glory of my precious crown.

1:17:211:17:23

Tell Bolingbroke.

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For yond methinks he stands.

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That every stride he makes upon my land is dangerous treason.

1:17:311:17:36

He is come to open the purple testament of bleeding war.

1:17:381:17:43

But, ere the crown he looks for live in peace,

1:17:431:17:46

Ten thousand bloody crowns

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Of mothers' sons

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Shall ill become

1:17:501:17:51

The flower of England's face,

1:17:511:17:54

Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace

1:17:541:17:57

To scarlet indignation

1:17:571:17:59

And bedew her pastures' grass

1:17:591:18:01

With faithful English blood.

1:18:011:18:03

The king of heaven forbid our lord, the king,

1:18:031:18:06

Should so with civil and uncivil arms be rushed upon!

1:18:061:18:08

Thy thrice noble cousin, Harry Bolingbroke,

1:18:111:18:15

Doth humbly kiss thy hand,

1:18:151:18:17

And by the honourable tomb he swears,

1:18:171:18:21

That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones,

1:18:211:18:24

And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,

1:18:241:18:27

And by the worth and honour of himself,

1:18:271:18:30

His coming hither hath no further scope than for his lineal royalties.

1:18:301:18:35

Northumberland.

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Say thus the king returns.

1:18:431:18:45

His noble cousin

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Is right welcome hither,

1:18:491:18:52

And all the number

1:18:521:18:54

Of his fair demands

1:18:541:18:55

Shall be accomplished

1:18:551:18:57

Without contradiction.

1:18:571:18:59

We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,

1:19:291:19:32

To look so poorly and to speak so fair?

1:19:321:19:34

Shall we call back Northumberland,

1:19:361:19:38

And send defiance to the traitor, and so die?

1:19:381:19:40

No, good, my lord.

1:19:401:19:42

Let's fight with gentle words,

1:19:431:19:45

Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords.

1:19:451:19:49

Oh, God. Oh, God!

1:19:491:19:51

Thate'er this tongue of mine,

1:19:511:19:52

That laid the sentence of dread banishment on yon proud man,

1:19:521:19:55

Should take it off again with words of sooth!

1:19:551:19:57

O that I were as great as is my grief,

1:19:571:20:00

Or lesser than my name!

1:20:001:20:02

Or that I could forget what I have been,

1:20:021:20:04

Or not remember what I must be now!

1:20:041:20:06

Swell'st thou, proud heart?

1:20:061:20:09

I'll give thee scope to beat,

1:20:091:20:11

Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.

1:20:111:20:14

Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.

1:20:141:20:17

What must the king do now?

1:20:171:20:19

Must he submit?

1:20:211:20:24

The king shall do it.

1:20:241:20:25

Must he be deposed?

1:20:261:20:29

The king shall be contented.

1:20:291:20:31

Must he lose the name of king?

1:20:311:20:35

In God's name, let it go.

1:20:351:20:38

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,

1:20:381:20:41

My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,

1:20:411:20:46

My figured goblets for a dish of wood,

1:20:461:20:49

My subjects for a pair of carved saints

1:20:491:20:51

And my large kingdom for a little grave.

1:20:511:20:53

HE LAUGHS

1:20:531:20:55

A little, little grave.

1:20:551:20:57

An obscure grave.

1:20:571:20:59

Or I'll be buried in the King's Highway,

1:21:011:21:04

Some way of common trade,

1:21:041:21:05

Where subjects' feet may hourly trample on their sovereign's head,

1:21:051:21:10

For on my heart they tread now whilst I live.

1:21:101:21:14

And buried once, why not upon my head?

1:21:141:21:16

Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin!

1:21:191:21:23

We'll make foul weather with despised tears.

1:21:241:21:28

Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,

1:21:281:21:31

And make a dearth in this revolting land.

1:21:311:21:34

Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,

1:21:341:21:38

And make some pretty match with shedding tears?

1:21:381:21:40

As thus, to drop them still upon one place,

1:21:401:21:43

Till they have fretted us a pair of graves within the earth.

1:21:431:21:46

And, therein laid, "There lies two kinsmen,

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"Digged their graves with weeping eyes."

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Would not this ill do well?

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Well, well, I see...

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I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.

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Most mighty prince,

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My Lord Northumberland,

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What says King Bolingbroke?

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My lord, he doth attend to speak with you

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May it please you to come down.

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THE SOLDIERS ROAR

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'Down, down I come.

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'Like a glistering Phaeton, wanting the manage of unruly jades.

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'In the base court?

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'Base court, where kings grow base,

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'To come at traitors' calls and do them grace.

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'In the base court?

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'Come down?

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'Down, court!

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'Down, king!'

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For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.

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Stand all apart!

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And show fair duty to his majesty.

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My gracious lord.

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Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee

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To make the base earth proud with kissing it.

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Me rather had my heart might feel your love

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Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.

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Up, cousin, up.

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Your heart is up, I know.

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Thus high at least, although your knee be low.

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My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.

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Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.

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So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,

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As my true service shall deserve your love.

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Well you deserve.

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They well deserve to have,

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That know the strong'st and the surest way to get!

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YORK SOBS

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Uncle, give me your hand.

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Nay, dry your eyes.

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Tears show their love, but want their remedies.

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Cousin, I am too young to be your father,

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Though you are old enough to be my heir.

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What you will have, I'll give, and willing, too;

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For do we must what force will have us do.

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Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?

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Yea, my good lord.

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Then I must not say no.

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What sport shall we devise here in this garden,

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To drive away the heavy thought of care?

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Madam, we'll dance.

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My legs can keep no measure in delight,

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When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief.

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Therefore, no dancing, girl.

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Some other sport.

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Madam, we'll tell tales.

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Of sorrow or of joy?

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Of either, madam.

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Of neither, girl.

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Madam, I'll sing.

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'Tis well that thou hast cause.

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But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.

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I could weep, madam, would it do you good.

1:26:451:26:48

Go thou and, like an executioner,

1:26:521:26:56

Cut off the heads of too-fast growing sprays,

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That look too lofty in our commonwealth -

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All must be even in our government.

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Why should we keep law and form and due proportion,

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When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, is full of weeds,

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Her fairest flowers choked up,

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Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruined,

1:27:141:27:17

Her knots disorder'd

1:27:171:27:18

And her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars?

1:27:181:27:21

Hold thy peace!

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He that hath suffered this disordered spring

1:27:231:27:26

Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf.

1:27:261:27:29

The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter,

1:27:291:27:34

That seemed in eating him to hold him up,

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Are plucked up root and all by Bolingbroke,

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I mean the favourites of the King, Bushy and Green.

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-What?! Are they dead?!

-They are.

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And Bolingbroke hath seized the wasteful king.

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O what pity is it

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That he had not so trimmed and dressed his land

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As we this garden.

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We at time of year

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Do wound the bark,

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Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood,

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It confound itself:

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Had he done so to great and growing men,

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They might have lived to bear and he to taste

1:28:081:28:11

Their fruits of duty.

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What, think you then the king shall be deposed?

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Depressed he is already, and deposed he will be.

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Thou!

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How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?

1:28:221:28:27

What Eve, what serpent,

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Hath suggested thee

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To make a second fall of cursed man?

1:28:311:28:33

Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed?

1:28:331:28:36

Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth,

1:28:361:28:41

Divine his downfall?

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Speak, thou wretch.

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Pardon me, madam,

1:28:461:28:47

Little joy have I

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To breathe this news;

1:28:501:28:52

Yet what I say is true.

1:28:521:28:53

King Richard, he is in the mighty hold of Bolingbroke

1:28:541:28:58

Their fortunes both are weighed

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In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,

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But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,

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Besides himself, are all the English peers,

1:29:061:29:09

And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.

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Post you to London,

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And you will find it so; I speak no more than every man doth know.

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And am I last that knows it?

1:29:221:29:24

Come, lady, go,

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To meet at London, London's king in woe.

1:29:291:29:32

Was I born to this, that my sad look

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Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?

1:29:371:29:41

Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,

1:29:411:29:47

Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.

1:29:471:29:51

Poor queen!

1:29:531:29:55

Great Duke of Lancaster,

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I come to thee

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From plume-plucked Richard;

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Who with willing soul

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Adopts thee heir

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Ascend his throne,

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Descending now from him;

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And long live Henry, fourth of that name!

1:30:431:30:49

In God's name,

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I'll ascend the regal throne.

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Marry. God forbid!

1:31:081:31:10

Would God that any in this noble presence

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Were enough noble to be upright judge

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Of noble Richard!

1:31:151:31:16

What subject can give sentence on his king?

1:31:161:31:19

And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?

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And shall the figure of God's majesty, His captain,

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Steward, deputy-elect,

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Anointed, crowned, planted many years,

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Be judged by subject and inferior breath,

1:31:301:31:32

And he himself not present?

1:31:321:31:34

O forfend it, God,

1:31:341:31:36

That in a Christian climate souls refined

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Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!

1:31:391:31:42

I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,

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Stirred up by God,

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Thus boldly for his king,

1:31:461:31:47

My Lord of Hereford here,

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Whom you call king,

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Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king

1:31:501:31:53

And if you crown him,

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Let me prophesy

1:31:551:31:58

The blood of English shall manure the ground,

1:31:581:32:01

And future ages groan for this foul act;

1:32:011:32:05

Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,

1:32:051:32:08

And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars

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Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound;

1:32:121:32:16

Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny

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Shall here inhabit, and this land be called

1:32:201:32:24

The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.

1:32:241:32:27

O, if you raise this house against this house,

1:32:291:32:33

It will the woefullest division prove

1:32:331:32:36

That ever fell upon this cursed earth!

1:32:361:32:38

Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains,

1:32:381:32:42

Of capital treason we arrest you here.

1:32:421:32:46

My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge

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To keep him safely till his day of trial.

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Fetch hither Richard,

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That in common view

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He may surrender.

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So we shall proceed

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Without suspicion.

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Alack,

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Why am I sent for to a king,

1:34:171:34:19

Before I have shook off the regal thoughts

1:34:221:34:25

Wherewith I reigned?

1:34:251:34:27

I hardly yet have learned

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To insinuate,

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Flatter, bow, and bend my limbs

1:34:321:34:35

Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me

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To this submission.

1:34:411:34:43

HE SOBS

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Yet I well remember the favours of these men

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Were they not mine?

1:35:101:35:11

Did they not sometimes cry, "All hail!" to me?

1:35:111:35:15

So Judas did to Christ

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But he, in twelve,

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Found truth in all but one

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I, in twelve thousand, none.

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God save the king!

1:35:331:35:35

Will no man say amen?

1:35:421:35:43

HE LAUGHS

1:35:431:35:45

Am I both priest and clerk?

1:35:451:35:46

Well then, amen.

1:35:491:35:51

God save the king!

1:35:521:35:54

Although I be not he;

1:35:561:35:59

And yet, amen,

1:35:591:36:01

If heaven do think him me.

1:36:021:36:04

To do what service am I sent for hither?

1:36:071:36:10

To do that office of thine own good will

1:36:231:36:26

Which tired majesty did make thee offer,

1:36:261:36:30

The resignation of thy state and crown

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To Henry Bolingbroke.

1:36:341:36:36

Give me the crown.

1:36:391:36:41

Here, cousin, seize the crown;

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Here, cousin

1:37:141:37:16

On this side my hand, and on that side yours.

1:37:361:37:40

Now is this golden crown

1:37:401:37:43

Like a deep well

1:37:441:37:46

That owes two buckets,

1:37:471:37:48

Filling one another,

1:37:481:37:49

The emptier ever dancing in the air,

1:37:511:37:53

The other down, unseen and full of water

1:37:531:37:57

That bucket down and full of tears am I,

1:37:591:38:02

Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

1:38:021:38:06

I thought you had been willing to resign.

1:38:101:38:13

My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine.

1:38:131:38:16

Part of your cares you give me with your crown.

1:38:171:38:21

Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.

1:38:211:38:26

My care is loss of care, by old care done;

1:38:271:38:31

Your care is gain of care, by new care won

1:38:311:38:33

The cares I give I have, though given away;

1:38:331:38:36

They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.

1:38:361:38:40

Are you contented to resign the crown?

1:38:441:38:47

Ay,

1:38:491:38:51

No;

1:38:511:38:53

No, ay;

1:38:561:38:58

For I must nothing be;

1:38:591:39:03

Therefore no no,

1:39:041:39:06

For I resign to thee.

1:39:061:39:08

Now mark me, how I will undo myself;

1:39:091:39:13

BELL CHIMES

1:39:221:39:23

I give this heavy weight from off my head,

1:39:271:39:34

The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;

1:39:341:39:38

With mine own tears I wash away my balm,

1:39:411:39:44

With mine own hands I give away my crown,

1:39:461:39:51

With mine own tongue

1:39:531:39:54

Deny my sacred state,

1:39:561:39:58

With mine own breath release all duty's rites

1:39:581:40:04

All pomp and majesty I do forswear;

1:40:061:40:11

Make me, that nothing have,

1:40:131:40:16

With nothing grieved,

1:40:171:40:20

And thou with all pleased,

1:40:201:40:24

That hath all achieved!

1:40:251:40:27

Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,

1:40:311:40:35

And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit!

1:40:371:40:41

God save King Harry,

1:40:451:40:48

Unkinged Richard says,

1:40:481:40:53

And send him many years of sunshine days!

1:40:541:40:59

What more remains?

1:41:071:41:08

No more, but that you read over

1:41:091:41:11

These accusations and grievous crimes

1:41:111:41:14

Committed by yourself and your followers

1:41:141:41:17

Against the state and profit of this land;

1:41:171:41:20

That, by confessing them, the souls of men

1:41:201:41:22

May deem you worthily deposed.

1:41:221:41:24

Must I do so?

1:41:311:41:33

And must I ravel out My weaved-up folly?

1:41:351:41:38

Gentle Northumberland,

1:41:431:41:44

If thy offences were upon record,

1:41:441:41:48

Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop

1:41:481:41:51

To read a lecture of them?

1:41:511:41:53

If thou wouldst,

1:41:551:41:56

There shouldst thou find one heinous article,

1:41:561:41:59

Containing the deposing of a king.

1:41:591:42:01

Nay, all of you that stand and look upon,

1:42:021:42:05

Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,

1:42:051:42:09

Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands

1:42:091:42:12

Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates

1:42:121:42:15

Have here delivered me to my sour cross,

1:42:151:42:19

And water cannot wash away your sin.

1:42:191:42:22

My lord, dispatch.

1:42:221:42:23

Read o'er these articles.

1:42:231:42:25

Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:

1:42:291:42:35

And yet salt water blinds them not so much

1:42:351:42:38

That they can see a sort of traitors here.

1:42:381:42:42

Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

1:42:451:42:48

I find myself a traitor with the rest;

1:42:491:42:51

For I have given here my soul's consent

1:42:551:42:57

To undeck the pompous body of a king;

1:42:571:43:00

Made glory base and sovereignty a slave,

1:43:001:43:03

Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.

1:43:031:43:06

My Lord...

1:43:061:43:08

No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,

1:43:081:43:11

Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,

1:43:131:43:17

No, not that name was given me at the font,

1:43:171:43:20

But 'tis usurped

1:43:201:43:22

Alack the heavy day,

1:43:231:43:26

That I have worn so many winters out,

1:43:261:43:28

And know not now what name to call myself!

1:43:281:43:31

O that I were a mockery king of snow,

1:43:331:43:36

Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,

1:43:361:43:39

To melt myself away in water-drops!

1:43:391:43:42

Good king, great king,

1:43:511:43:55

and yet not greatly good,

1:43:551:43:59

And if my word be sterling yet in England,

1:43:591:44:02

Let it command a mirror hither straight,

1:44:021:44:05

That it may show me what a face I have,

1:44:051:44:07

Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.

1:44:071:44:12

Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.

1:44:151:44:17

Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.

1:44:181:44:21

Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell!

1:44:211:44:23

Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.

1:44:231:44:25

The commons will not be satisfied.

1:44:251:44:28

They shall be satisfied

1:44:281:44:29

I'll read enough,

1:44:311:44:32

When I do see the very book indeed

1:44:321:44:34

Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.

1:44:341:44:37

Give me the glass, and therein will I read.

1:44:451:44:48

No deeper wrinkles yet?

1:45:011:45:04

Hath sorrow struck

1:45:041:45:05

So many blows upon this face of mine,

1:45:051:45:08

And made no deeper wounds?

1:45:081:45:10

O flattering glass,

1:45:111:45:13

Thou dost beguile me!

1:45:151:45:16

Was this face the face

1:45:171:45:19

That every day under his household roof

1:45:191:45:23

Did keep ten thousand men?

1:45:231:45:26

Was this the face

1:45:271:45:30

That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?

1:45:301:45:33

Was this the face that faced so many follies,

1:45:361:45:40

And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?

1:45:421:45:44

A brittle glory shineth in this face.

1:45:501:45:53

As brittle as the glory is the face!

1:45:551:45:59

For there it is, cracked in a hundred shivers.

1:46:011:46:07

Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,

1:46:091:46:13

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face.

1:46:131:46:18

The shadow of your sorrow hath destroyed

1:46:201:46:22

The shadow of your face.

1:46:221:46:24

Say that again. The shadow of my sorrow! Ha!

1:46:251:46:31

Let's see

1:46:331:46:34

It is very true, my grief lies all within;

1:46:341:46:39

And these external manners of laments

1:46:391:46:41

Are merely shadows to the unseen grief

1:46:411:46:44

That swells with silence in the tortured soul;

1:46:441:46:47

There lies the substance

1:46:491:46:51

And I thank thee, king,

1:46:541:46:56

For thy great bounty,

1:46:581:47:00

That not only givest

1:47:011:47:02

Me cause to wail but teachest me the way

1:47:021:47:04

How to lament the cause.

1:47:041:47:06

I'll beg one boon,

1:47:091:47:10

And then be gone and trouble you no more.

1:47:101:47:12

Shall I obtain it?

1:47:121:47:14

Name it, fair cousin.

1:47:151:47:16

"Fair cousin"?

1:47:161:47:18

I am greater than a king

1:47:191:47:20

For when I was a king, my flatterers

1:47:201:47:23

Were then but subjects; being now a subject,

1:47:231:47:26

I have a king here to my flatterer.

1:47:261:47:29

Being so great, I have no need to beg.

1:47:301:47:32

Yet ask.

1:47:341:47:35

And shall I have?

1:47:351:47:36

You shall.

1:47:361:47:37

Then give me leave to go.

1:47:381:47:41

Whither?

1:47:411:47:43

Whither you will,

1:47:431:47:45

So I were from your sights.

1:47:451:47:48

Go, some of you convey him to the Tower.

1:47:511:47:53

O good!

1:47:531:47:54

Convey?

1:47:571:47:58

Conveyers are you all,

1:47:591:48:01

That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.

1:48:011:48:07

On Wednesday next we solemnly set down our coronation.

1:48:211:48:24

Lords,

1:48:261:48:27

Prepare yourselves.

1:48:291:48:31

This way the king will come;

1:48:511:48:53

A woeful pageant have we here beheld.

1:48:581:49:02

The woe's to come; the children yet unborn

1:49:021:49:04

Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.

1:49:041:49:07

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

1:49:191:49:22

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

1:49:261:49:29

You holy clergymen,

1:49:371:49:38

is there no plot

1:49:381:49:40

To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?

1:49:401:49:42

I see your brows are full of discontent,

1:49:451:49:47

Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears

1:49:471:49:52

Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay

1:49:541:49:57

A plot shall show us all a merry day.

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But soft, but see, or rather do not see,

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My fair rose wither.

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Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,

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To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul,

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To think our former state a happy dream;

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From which awaked, the truth of what we are

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Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet,

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To grim Necessity, and he and I

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Shall keep a league till death.

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What, has my Richard both in shape and mind

1:50:501:50:57

Transformed and weakened?

1:50:571:51:00

Hath Bolingbroke deposed thine intellect?

1:51:001:51:03

Hath he been in thy heart?

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Good sometime Queen,

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prepare thee hence for France

1:51:071:51:08

Think I am dead and that even here though takest,

1:51:081:51:10

As from my death-bed, thy last living leave.

1:51:101:51:13

Learn in winter's tedious nights sit by the fire

1:51:131:51:17

With good old folks and let them tell thee tales

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Of woeful ages long ago betid;

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And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs,

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Tell thou the lamentable tale of me

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And send the hearers weeping to their beds.

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My lord, you must straight to the Tower.

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And, madam, there is orders ta'en for you;

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With all swift speed you must away to France.

1:51:421:51:45

Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal

1:51:461:51:50

The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,

1:51:501:51:53

The time shall not be many hours of age

1:51:541:51:56

More than it is ere foul sin gathering head

1:51:561:51:59

Shalt break into corruption

1:51:591:52:01

Thou shalt think,

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Though he divide the realm and give thee half,

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It is too little,

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Helping him to all;

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And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way

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To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,

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Being ne'er so little urged, another way

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To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.

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My guilt be on my head, and there an end.

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Take leave and part.

1:52:381:52:40

Doubly divorced!

1:52:431:52:45

Bad men, you violate

1:52:451:52:46

A twofold marriage, 'twixt my crown and me,

1:52:461:52:49

And then betwixt me and my married wife.

1:52:491:52:51

Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;

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And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.

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Part us, Northumberland.

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Banish us both and send the king with me.

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That were some love but little policy.

1:53:391:53:44

Then whither he goes, thither let me go.

1:53:441:53:46

My lord

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You told me you would tell the rest?

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Then, as I said,

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The duke,

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Great Bolingbroke,

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Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed

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With slow but stately pace kept on his course,

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Whilst all tongues cried "God save thee, Bolingbroke!"

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You would have thought the very windows spake,

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So many greedy looks of young and old

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Through casements darted their desiring eyes

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Upon his visage.

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Alack, poor Richard!

1:55:111:55:13

Where was he the whilst?

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As in a theatre,

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The eyes of men,

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After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,

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Are idly bent on him who enters next,

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Thinking his prattle to be tedious;

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Even so,

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Or with much more contempt,

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Men's eyes did scowl on gentle Richard;

1:55:341:55:37

No man cried "God save him!"

1:55:401:55:42

But dust was thrown upon his sacred head

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Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,

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That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeled

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The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted

1:56:001:56:05

But heaven hath a hand in these events,

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And to Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now.

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-My son, Aumerle.

-What news from Oxford?

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Jousts and triumphs?

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For aught I know, my lord.

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You will be there, I know.

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If God prevent not, I purpose so.

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What seal is that?

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Yea, look'st thou pale?

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Let me see the writing.

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-My lord, 'tis nothing.

-No matter, then, who see it;

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I will be satisfied;

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let me see the writing.

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I do beseech your grace to pardon me

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It is a matter of small consequence,

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Which for some reasons I would not have seen.

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Which for some reason, SIR,

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I mean to see.

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-I fear.

-What should you fear?

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Boy, let me see the writing.

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I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.

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I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.

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It's treason!

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Foul treason!

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-What is the matter, my lord?

-Ho! Who's within there?

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Saddle my horse! Give me my boots I say!

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-What is the matter?

-Peace, foolish woman!

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I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle?

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Good mother, be content;

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It is no more than my poor life must answer.

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-Thy life answer!

-I will unto the king.

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Aumerle? Poor boy, thou art amazed.

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Give me my boots, I say.

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Why, York, what wilt thou do?

2:01:412:01:43

Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?

2:01:432:01:46

Have we more sons? Or are we like to have?

2:01:462:01:48

A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,

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And interchangeably set down their hand,

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To kill the new-crowned king.

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He shall be none;

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We'll keep him here, then what is that to him?

2:01:572:02:00

Were he twenty times my son, I would impeach him.

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Hadst thou groan'd for him

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As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful.

2:02:052:02:07

But now I know thy mind;

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Thou dost suspect that I have been disloyal to thy bed

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And that he is a bastard, not thy son

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Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind

2:02:142:02:18

He is as like thee as a man may be!

2:02:182:02:21

Make way!

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After, Aumerle!

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Mount thee upon his horse;

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Spur post, and get before him to the king,

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And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.

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I'll not be long behind;

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Away, be gone!

2:02:362:02:38

Who comes here?

2:02:562:02:58

What means our cousin that he stares and looks so wildly?

2:02:592:03:03

God save your grace.

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I do beseech your majesty,

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To have some conference with your grace alone.

2:03:072:03:10

Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.

2:03:112:03:14

Then give me leave that I may turn the key,

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That no man enter till my tale be done.

2:03:332:03:36

Have thy desire.

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KNOCKS ON DOOR

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My liege, beware;

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Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.

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Villain, I'll make thee safe.

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Stay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause to fear.

2:03:512:03:54

My liege.

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Open the door or I will break it open!

2:03:582:04:00

What is the matter, uncle? Speak.

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Peruse this writing here,

2:04:052:04:06

And thou shalt know

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The treason that my haste forbid me show.

2:04:072:04:10

I do repent me; read not my name there

2:04:102:04:14

My heart was not confederate with my hand.

2:04:142:04:16

It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down.

2:04:162:04:19

I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king;

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Fear, not love, begets his penitence:

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O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy!

2:04:302:04:33

O loyal father of a treacherous son!

2:04:372:04:41

Thy overflow of good converts to bad,

2:04:422:04:46

And thy abundant goodness shall excuse

2:04:502:04:52

This deadly blot in thy digressing son.

2:04:522:04:55

Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath,

2:04:552:04:58

The traitor lives, the true man's put to death.

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KNOCK AT DOOR

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What ho, my liege! For God's sake, let me in!

2:05:022:05:05

What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry?

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A woman.

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And thy aunt, great king; 'tis I.

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Open the door.

2:05:132:05:15

A beggar begs that never begged before.

2:05:152:05:17

Our scene is altered from a serious thing,

2:05:172:05:20

And now changed to The Beggar And The King.

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SHE CONTINUES TO KNOCK

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My dangerous cousin, let your mother in:

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I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.

2:05:272:05:30

O king, believe not this hard-hearted man!

2:05:342:05:38

Love loving not itself none other can.

2:05:382:05:41

Thou frantic woman,

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What dost thou make here?

2:05:432:05:44

Shall thy old dugs another traitor rear?

2:05:442:05:47

Sweet York, be patient.

2:05:472:05:49

Hear me, gentle liege.

2:05:492:05:50

Rise up, good aunt!

2:05:502:05:51

Not yet, I thee beseech, for ever will I walk upon my knees,

2:05:512:05:55

Until thou bid me joy,

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By pardoning my transgressing boy.

2:05:572:06:00

Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee.

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Against them both my true joints bended be.

2:06:022:06:06

Ill mayst thou thrive, if thou grant any grace!

2:06:062:06:09

Pleads he in earnest?

2:06:092:06:11

Look upon his face;

2:06:112:06:12

His eyes do drop no tears,

2:06:122:06:14

His prayers are in jest;

2:06:142:06:16

His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast.

2:06:162:06:19

Good aunt, stand up.

2:06:192:06:20

Nay, do not say, "stand up"

2:06:202:06:22

Say, "pardon" first, and afterwards "stand up".

2:06:222:06:25

I never long'd to hear a word till now;

2:06:252:06:30

Say "pardon," king;

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Let pity teach thee how:

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The word is short, but not so short as sweet;

2:06:342:06:38

No word like "pardon" for kings' mouths so meet.

2:06:382:06:42

Good aunt, stand up.

2:06:422:06:43

I do not sue to stand;

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Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.

2:06:452:06:48

I pardon him,

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As God shall pardon me.

2:06:532:06:55

O happy vantage of a kneeling knee!

2:06:552:06:58

Yet am I sick with fear: speak it again;

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With all my heart

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I pardon him.

2:07:092:07:10

A god on earth thou art!

2:07:102:07:13

But for our trusty Bishop and the Abbot,

2:07:152:07:19

With all the rest of that consorted crew,

2:07:192:07:22

Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.

2:07:252:07:28

Good uncle, help to order several powers

2:07:312:07:34

To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are:

2:07:342:07:37

They shall not live within this world,

2:07:382:07:40

But I will have them, if I once know where.

2:07:402:07:42

Uncle, farewell.

2:07:432:07:47

And, cousin too, adieu:

2:08:062:08:08

Your mother well hath prayed,

2:08:082:08:10

And prove you true.

2:08:122:08:14

Come, my old son.

2:08:172:08:20

I pray God make thee new.

2:08:342:08:36

Didst thou not mark the king,

2:09:182:09:20

What words he spake.

2:09:232:09:24

"Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?"

2:09:262:09:29

Was it not so? Quoth he.

2:09:292:09:32

He spake it twice,

2:09:362:09:38

And urged it twice together, did he not?

2:09:382:09:41

He did.

2:09:432:09:45

And speaking it, he wistly looked on thee,

2:09:452:09:50

And who should say,

2:09:502:09:51

"I would thou wert the man

2:09:532:09:54

"That would divorce this terror from my heart;"

2:09:542:09:57

Meaning the king in the Tower.

2:09:572:09:58

Come...let's go

2:10:042:10:08

We are the king's friends,

2:10:082:10:11

And will rid his foe.

2:10:112:10:12

I have been studying how I may compare

2:11:292:11:32

This prison where I live unto the world

2:11:322:11:35

And for because the world is populous

2:11:372:11:40

And here is not a creature but myself,

2:11:402:11:42

I cannot do it;

2:11:442:11:45

Yet I'll hammer it out.

2:11:492:11:51

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,

2:11:522:11:56

My soul the father; and these two beget

2:11:562:11:59

A generation of still-breeding thoughts,

2:11:592:12:02

And these same thoughts people this little world,

2:12:022:12:08

Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot

2:12:082:12:11

Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails

2:12:112:12:14

May tear a passage through the flinty ribs

2:12:142:12:17

Of this hard world,

2:12:172:12:19

My ragged prison walls,

2:12:192:12:21

And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.

2:12:222:12:25

Thoughts tending to content

2:12:302:12:32

Flatter themselves

2:12:332:12:34

That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,

2:12:342:12:37

Nor shall not be the last;

2:12:372:12:38

Like silly beggars

2:12:442:12:46

Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,

2:12:482:12:51

That many have and others must sit there;

2:12:512:12:55

And in this thought they find a kind of ease,

2:12:572:12:59

Bearing their own misfortune on the back

2:13:012:13:03

Of such as have before endured the like.

2:13:032:13:05

Thus play I in one person many people,

2:13:122:13:15

And none contented:

2:13:172:13:20

Sometimes am I king;

2:13:262:13:28

Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,

2:13:302:13:33

And so I am, then crushing penury

2:13:352:13:40

Persuades me I was better when a king;

2:13:402:13:42

Then am I kinged again and by and by

2:13:442:13:47

Think that I am unkinged by Bolingbroke,

2:13:472:13:50

And straight am nothing:

2:13:502:13:52

But whate'er I be,

2:13:542:13:56

Nor I nor any man that but man is

2:13:572:14:00

With nothing shall be pleased,

2:14:022:14:04

Till he be eased

2:14:052:14:06

With being nothing.

2:14:062:14:08

DISTANT MUSIC PLAYS

2:14:112:14:13

HE LAUGHS

2:14:192:14:21

Music do I hear?

2:14:242:14:26

HE LAUGHS

2:14:322:14:33

Keep time

2:14:462:14:47

How sour sweet music is,

2:14:522:14:53

When time is broke and no proportion kept!

2:14:552:14:57

So is it in the music of men's lives.

2:15:012:15:04

I wasted time,

2:15:072:15:08

And now doth time waste me.

2:15:102:15:12

This music mads me; let it sound no more;

2:15:172:15:19

For though it have holp madmen to their wits,

2:15:232:15:25

In me it seems it will make wise men mad.

2:15:252:15:27

Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!

2:15:342:15:36

For 'tis a sign of love;

2:15:392:15:41

And love to Richard

2:15:432:15:45

Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.

2:15:452:15:49

Hail, royal Prince!

2:15:542:15:55

Thanks, noble peer;

2:16:112:16:13

What art thou?

2:16:162:16:17

And how comest thou hither,

2:16:182:16:21

Where no man never comes but that sad dog

2:16:212:16:23

That brings me food to make misfortune live?

2:16:232:16:26

I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,

2:16:282:16:31

When thou wert king;

2:16:312:16:33

Who, with much ado, have gotten leave

2:16:342:16:38

To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.

2:16:382:16:41

O, how it yearned my heart when I beheld

2:16:432:16:45

In London streets, that coronation-day,

2:16:452:16:48

When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,

2:16:492:16:51

That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,

2:16:532:16:56

That horse that I so carefully have dressed!

2:16:562:16:59

Rode he on Barbary?

2:17:012:17:03

Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him?

2:17:042:17:07

So proudly as if he disdained the ground.

2:17:072:17:11

So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back?

2:17:112:17:14

That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;

2:17:142:17:18

This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.

2:17:182:17:22

Would he not stumble?

2:17:242:17:27

Would he not fall down,

2:17:272:17:28

Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck

2:17:282:17:30

Of that proud man that did usurp his back?

2:17:302:17:33

Forgiveness, horse!

2:17:352:17:36

Why do I rail on thee,

2:17:372:17:40

Since thou, created to be awed by man,

2:17:402:17:43

Wast born to bear?

2:17:432:17:44

I was not made a horse;

2:17:452:17:46

And yet I bear a burden like an ass,

2:17:462:17:49

Spurred, galled

2:17:502:17:52

and tired by jouncing Bolingbroke.

2:17:522:17:56

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

2:17:592:18:00

If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.

2:18:042:18:07

How now!

2:18:072:18:09

Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.

2:18:162:18:20

HE GARGLES

2:18:202:18:21

HE GASPS

2:18:242:18:26

Go now and fill another room in hell.

2:18:322:18:35

Welcome, my lord. What news?

2:19:162:19:18

First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.

2:19:182:19:21

The next news is, I have to London brought

2:19:212:19:24

The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent.

2:19:242:19:27

We thank thee for thy pains.

2:19:322:19:34

My Lord, I have from Oxford brought to London

2:19:382:19:42

The heads of Bagot and Sir Stephen Scroop.

2:19:422:19:44

Thy pains, Willoughby, shall not be forgot.

2:19:502:19:53

The Conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,

2:19:562:19:58

Hath yielded up his body to the grave!

2:19:582:20:01

But here is Carlisle living.

2:20:012:20:04

Carlisle,

2:20:092:20:11

This is your doom

2:20:122:20:14

Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,

2:20:162:20:19

More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;

2:20:192:20:27

So as thou livest in peace,

2:20:292:20:31

Die free from strife

2:20:312:20:33

For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,

2:20:352:20:38

High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.

2:20:402:20:43

Within this coffin I present

2:20:542:20:57

Thy buried fear

2:20:572:20:58

Herein all breathless lies

2:20:582:21:01

The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,

2:21:012:21:04

Richard of Bordeaux,

2:21:052:21:07

By me hither brought.

2:21:072:21:09

Aumerle,

2:21:262:21:27

I thank thee not;

2:21:312:21:33

For thou hast wrought

2:21:332:21:35

A deed of slander

2:21:352:21:36

With thy fatal hand

2:21:362:21:38

Upon my head

2:21:382:21:39

And all this famous land.

2:21:392:21:42

From your own mouth, my lord,

2:21:432:21:45

Did I this deed.

2:21:452:21:47

They love not poison

2:21:472:21:48

That do poison need,

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Nor do I thee

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Though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer,

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Love him murdered.

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Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,

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That...blood should sprinkle me

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To make me grow

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Come, mourn with me for what I do lament,

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And put on sullen black incontinent

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I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,

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To wash this blood off from my...guilty hand.

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