'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day. That I have been disloyal to thy bed, Make way, unruly woman! 110 [Exit. Duch. After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse; Spur post, and get before him to the king, York. Bound to himself! what doth he with I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool. Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may 70 York. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. [He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it. Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave! Duch. What is the matter, my lord? York. Ho! who is within there? 90 Hence, villain! never more come in my sight. A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament, 99 He shall be none; We'll keep him here: then what is that to him? York. Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son, I would appeach him. Duch. Hadst thou groan'd for him As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect And never will I rise up from the ground Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone! [Exeunt. SCENE III. A royal palace. Enter BOLINGBROKE, PERCY, and other Lords. Boling. Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son? 'Tis full three months since I did see him last: If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. I would to God, my lords, he might be found: Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, Percy. My lord, some two days since I saw the prince, And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford. Boling. And what said the gallant? Percy. His answer was, he would unto the That no man enter till my tale be done. York. [Within] My liege, beware: look to thyself; Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there. 40 Boling. Villain, I'll make thee safe. [Drawing. Aum. Stay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause to fear. York. [Within] Open the door, secure, foolhardy king: Shall I for love speak treason to thy face? Enter YORK. Boling. What is the matter, uncle? speak; Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, That we may arm us to encounter it. York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know 50 The treason that my haste forbids me show. I do repent me; read not my name there; His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest ; He prays but faintly and would be denied; York. It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it His prayers are full of false hypocrisy ; O loyal father of a treacherous son! Hath held his current and defiled himself! 70 York. So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; And he shall spend mine honour with his shame, As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold. Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies: Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. Duch. [Within] What ho, my liege! for God's sake, let me in. Boling. What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry? Duch. A woman, and thy aunt, great king; 'tis I. Speak with me, pity me, open the door: Boling. Our scene is alter'd from a serious thing, And now changed to 'The Beggar and the King.' My dangerous cousin, let your mother in : I know she is come to pray for your foul sin. York. If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, More sins for this forgiveness prosper may. This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rest sound; This let alone will all the rest confound. Enter DUCHESS. 81 Duch. O king, believe not this hard-hearted man! Love loving not itself none other can. Ours of true zeal and deep integrity. Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have Nay, do not say, 'stand up;' donne moi.' Duch. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? 120 Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, Pity may move thee 'pardon' to rehearse. With all my heart Duch. A god on earth thou art. With all the rest of that consorted crew, 140 But I will have them, if I once know where. SCENE IV. The same. Enter EXTON and Servant. Exton. Didst thou not mark the king, what 'Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?' Was it not so? These were his very words. spake it twice, And urged it twice together, did he not? Serv. Exton. on me; And speaking it, he wistly look'd As who should say, 'I would thou wert the man SCENE V. Pomfret castle. Enter KING RICHARD. [Exeunt. With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased 48 jar 50 Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans K. Rich. I have been studying how I may For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard compare This prison where I live unto the world: As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again, 20 30 Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world. Enter a Groom of the Stable. Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, With much ado at length have gotten leave How went he under him? Enter Keeper, with a dish. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my 99 Keep. My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton, who lately came from the king, commands the contrary. K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. Keep. Help, help, help! The next news is, I have to London sent IO Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, [Beats the keeper. Right noble is thy merit, well I wot. Enter EXTON and Servants, armed. K. Rich. How now! what means death in this rude assault? Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instru ment. [Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire. That staggers thus my person.Exton, thy fierce "Hand Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land. Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; For now the devil, that told me I did well, SCENE VI. Windsor castle. [Exeunt. Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE, York, with other Lords, and Attendants. Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we Is that the rebels have consumed with fire But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not. Welcome, my lord: what is the news? Enter PERCY, and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE. With clog of conscience and sour melancholy 20 More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies A deed of slander with thy fatal hand Boling. They love not poison that do poison 40 Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all March sadly after; grace my mournings here; happiness. In weeping after this untimely bier. [Exeunt THE FIRST PART OF KING HENRY THE ACT I. SCENE I. London. The palace. Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL OF WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others. King. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenced in strands afar remote. †No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes, Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, 10 All of one nature, of one substance bred, Did lately meet in the intestine shock. And furious close of civil butchery Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks, March all one way and be no more opposed Against acquaintance, kindred and allies: The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ, Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross 20 We are impressed and engaged to fight, Forthwith a power of English shall we levy; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. But this our purpose now is twelve month old, And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go: Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear 30 Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, What yesternight our council did decree POINS. GADSHILL. PETO. BARDOLPH. LADY PERCY, wife to Hotspur, and sister to LADY MORTIMER, daughter to Glendower, MISTRESS QUICKLY, hostess of a tavern in Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, and Attendants. SCENE: England. In forwarding this dear expedience. West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, And many limits of the charge set down But yesternight: when all athwart there came A post from Wales loaden with heavy news; Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer, Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against the irregular and wild Glendower, Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, A thousand of his people butchered; Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, Such beastly shameless transformation, By those Welshwomen done as may not be Without much shame retold or spoken of. 40 King. It seems then that the tidings of this broil Brake off our business for the Holy Land. For more uneven and unwelcome news Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; 50 And shape of likelihood, the news was told; King. Here is a dear, a true industrious friend, |