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Even at the crying of your nation's crow,* Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ;

[Exeunt. Shall that victorious hand be feebled here, That in your chambers gave you chastisement? SCENE IV.The sime.- Another part of the No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; And like an eagle o'er his airy towers,

Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, Bigot, und

others. To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,

Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with You bloody Neros, ripping up the womb

friends. Of your dear mother England, blush for shame:

Pem. Uponce again; put spirit in the French; For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids, If they miscarry, we miscarry too. Like Amazons, come tripping after drums; Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. Their neeldst to lances, and their gentle hearts Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, nath To fierce and bloody inclination.

left the field. Lew. There end thy brave,g and turn thy face in peace;

(well; Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiers. We grant, thou canst outscold us: fare thee

Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. We hold our time too precious to be spent Sal. When we were happy, we had other With such a brabbler. Pand. Give me leave to speak.

Pem. It is the count Melun. Bust. No, I will speak.

Sal. Wounded to death. Lew. We will attend to neither:

Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, sold ;* Plead for our interest, and our being here. And welcome home again discarded faith. Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; will cry out;

For, if the French be lords of this loud day, And so shall you, being beaten: Do but start

Het means to recompense the pains you take, An echo with the clamour of thy drum,

By cutting off your heads: Thus hath he sworn, And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, And I with him, and many more with me, That shall reverberate all as loud as thine; Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury; Sound but another, and another shall,

Even on that altar, where we swore to you As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear, Dear amity and everlasting love. And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at

Sal. May this be possible? may this be true ? hand

Mel. Have I not hideous death within my (Not trusting to this halting legate here, Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,) Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax

Retaining but a quantity of life; [view, Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits Resolved from his figure 'gainst the fire ?: A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day What in the world should make me now deTo feast upon whole thousands of the French.

ceive, Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this dan. Since I must lose the use of all deceit?

ger out. Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do That I must die here, and live hence by truth!

Why should I then be false ; since it is true not doubt.

(Exeunt. I say again, if Lewis do win the day,

He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours SCENE 111. The same.- A Field of Battle. Behold another day break in the east : Alarums.- Enter King John and Hubert. But even this night,-whose black contagious

breath K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell Already smokes about the burning crest me, Hubert.

Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,-. 'Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your ma- Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire; jesty ?

Paying the fine of rated treachery, K. Jolin. This fever, that hath troubled me Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, so long,

If Lewis by your assistance win the day. Lies heavy on me; 0, my heart is sick! Commend me to one Hubert, with your king;

The love of bim,—and this respect besides, Enter a MESSENGER.

For that my grandsire was an Englishman, Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faul- Awakes my conscience to confess all this. conbridge,

In lieuß whereof, I pray you, bear me hence Desires your majesty to leave the field; From forth the noise and rumour of the field; And send him word by me, which way you go. Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the In peace, and part this body and my soul abbey there.

With contemplation and devout desires. Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew my supply,

But I do love the favour and the form (soul That was expected by the Dauphin here, Of this most fair occasion, by the which Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin We will untread the steps of damned fight; sauds.

[now: And, like a bated and retired flood, This news was brought to Richard but even Leaving our rankness and irregular course, The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erK. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns And calmly run on in obedience,

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Even to our ocean, to our great king John.And will not let me welcome this good news.- My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; Set un luward Swinstead : to my litter straight;

me up,

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For I do see the cruel pangs of death! (Aight; Hub. 0, îny sweet Sir, news fitting to tho
Right* in thine eye.-Away, my friends! New night,
And happy newness,t that intends old right. Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
[E.xeunt, leuding off MELUN. Basi. Show me the very wound of this ill

I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. [news; SCENE V.-The same.2.- The French Camp. Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:

I left him almost speechless, and broke out Enter Lewis and his Train.

To acquaint you with this evil: that you might Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was The better arm you to the sudden time, loath to set;

[blush, Than if you had at leisure known his. But stay'd, and made the western welkini

Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to When the English measur'd backward their

him ? own ground,

Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, In faint retire: 0, bravely came we off, Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king When with a volley of our needless shot, Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. After such bloody toil, we bid good night ;

Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up,

majesty ? Last in the field, and almost lords of it!

Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all

come back, Enter ( MESSENGER.

And brought prince Henry in their company;

At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, Mess. Where is my prince the Dauphin ? And they are all about his majesty. Lew. Here :- What news?

Bust. Withhold thine indignation, mighty Mess. The count Melun is slain; the Eng

heaven, lish lords,

And tempt us not to bear above our power!By his persuasion, are again fallen off: [long, I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power* this And your supply, which you have wish'd so

night, Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands. Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy These Lincoln washes have devoured them;

Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. I did not think to be so sad to-night,

Away, before! conduct me to the king; As this bath made ine.-Who was he, that said, I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. King John did Ay, an hour or two before

[Exeunt. The stumbling night did part our weary powers?

SCENE VII.--The Orchard of SuinsteadMess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.

Abbey. Lew. Well; keep good quarter,ş and good Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, und Bigot.

care to-night; The day shall not be up so soon as I,

P. Hen. It is too late the life of all his To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.

blood (Exeunt. Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain

(Which some suppose the soul's frail dwellingSCENE VI.-An open Place in the Neighbour

house, hood of Swinsteul-Abbey.

Doth, by the idle comments that it makes,

Foretell the ending of mortality. Enter the Bastard and HUBERT, meeting.

Enter PEMBROKE. Hub, Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and or I shoot.

holds belief, Bast. A friend :-What art thou ?

That, being brought into the open air, Hub. Of the part of England.

It would allay the burning quality Bast. Whither dost thou go?

Of that fell poison which assaileth him. Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard demand

here.Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?

Doth he still rage?

[Exit Bigot, Bast, Hubert, I think.

Pem. He is inore patient Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought:

Than when you left him ; even now he sung. I will upon all hazards, well believe (well : P. Hen. () vanity of sickness! fierce exThou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so

tremes, Who art thou ?

In their continuance, will not feel themselves. Bast. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now I come one way of the Plantagenets.

Against the 'mind, the which he pricks and Hub. Unkind remembrance ! thon, and eye

wounds less night,

[me, With many legions of strange fantasies; [hold, Have done me shame:-Brave soldier, pardon Which, in their throng and press to that last That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Confound themselves. "Tis strange, that death Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine should sing:

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Bast. Lome, come; sans|| compliment, what Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; news abroad?

And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow His soul and body to their lasting rest. of night,

Sul. Be of good confort, prince ; for you are To find you out.

born Bast. Brief, then ; and what's the news ? To set a form upon that indigest

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Re-enter Bigor and Attendants, who bring in When this was now a king, and now is clay! King John in a Chair.

Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay be

To do the office for thee of revenge ; (hind, K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath el. And then my soul shall wait on thee to bow-room;

heaven, It would not out at windows, nor at doors.

As it on earth hath been thy servant still. There is so hot a summer in my bosom, Now, now, you stars, that move in your right That all my bowels crumble up to dust :

spheres, I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen Where be your powers ? Show now your Upon a parchment; and against this fire

mended faiths ; Do I shrink up.

And instantly return with me again, P. Hen. How fares your majesty ?

To push destruction, and perpetual shame, K. John. Poison'd,-ill-fare;

-dead, forsonk, Out of the weak-door of our fainting land? cast off:

Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be And none of you will bid the winter come,

sought; To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;

The Dauphin rages at our very heels. Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course

Sal. It seems, you know not then so much Through my burn'd bosom; nor entreat the north

The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, Who half an hour since came from the DauAnd comfort me with cold :-I do not ask you

phin; much,

And brings from him such offers of our peace I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait, *

As we with honour and respect may take, And so ingrateful, you deny me that.

With purpose presently to leave this war. P. Hen. (, that there were some virtue in Bust. He will the rather do it, when he sees my tears,

Ourselves well sinewed to our defence. That might relieve you!

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; K. John. The salt in them is hot.

For many carriages he hath despatch'd Within me is a heil; and there the poison To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize

To the disposing of the cardinal : On unreprievable condemned blood.

With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,

If you think meet, this afternoon will post Enter the BASTARD.

To cónsummate this business happily.

Bast. Let it be so ;-And you, my noble Bast. (), I am scalded with my violent moAnd spleen of speed to see your majesty. [tion; With other princes that may best be spar’d,

prince, K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set Shall wait upon your father's funeral.

mine eye: The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn’d; For so he will'd it.

P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be inAnd all the shrouds, wherewith my life should

[terr'd;

Bast. Thither shall it then, sail, Are turned to one thread, one little hair :

And happily may your sweet self put on

The lineal state and glory of the land! My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,

To whom, with all submission, on my knee, Which holds but till thy news be uttered; And then all this thou see'st, is but a clod,

I do bequeath my faithful services

And true subjection everlastingly.
And modulet of confounded royalty.
Bust. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; To rest without a spot for evermore.

Sul. And the like tender of our love we Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer

[make, hiin :

P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give For, in a night, the best part of my power,

you thanks, As I upon advantage did remove,

And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Were in the washes, all unwarily,

Bast. O, let us pay the time but needful

woe, Devoured by the unexpected flood.

[The King dies. Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead This England never did, (nor never shall,)

[thus.

Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, My liege! my lord !-But now a king,—now But when it first did help to wound'itself. P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so

Now these her princes are come home again,

Come the three corners of the world in arms, stop.

[stay, What suvety of the world, what hope, what | And we shall shock them: Nought shall make

us rue, Narrow, aparicious.

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KING RICHARD THE SECOND.

LORD WILLOUGHBY.
EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of

LORD FITZWATER.
York;

Uncles to the BISHOP OF CARLISLE. John of Gaunt, Duke of Lan- King. ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER. caster;

LORD MARSHAL; and another Lord.
Henry, surnamed Bolingbroke, Duke of Here- Sir Pierce of Exton.

ford, Son to John of Gaunt; after-Sir STEPHEN SCROOP.
wards King Henry IV.

Captain of a band of Welshmen.
DUKE OF AUMERLE, Son to the Duke of York.
MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.

Queen to King Richard.
DUKE OF SURREY.

Duchess of GLOSTER. EARL OF SALISBURY.

DUCHESS OF YORK.
EARL BERKLEY.

LADY attending on the Queen.
Bushy,
Bagot, Creatures to King Richard.

Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gar GREEN,

deners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.

other Attendants. HENRY PERcy, his Son. LORD Ross.

SCENE, dispersedly in England and Wales.

son.

ACT I.

Re-enter Attendunts, with BOLINGBROKE and

NORFOLK SCENE 1.- London.-A Room in the Palace.

Boling. May many years of happy days befall Enter King RICHARD, attended; John of

My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege ! GAUNT, and other Nobles, with him.

Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; K. Rich, Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Lancaster,

Add an immortal title to your crown! llast thou, according to thy oath and band, * K. Rich. We thank you both : yet one but Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son;

flatters us, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Namely, to appeal* each other of high treaAgainst the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Gaunt. I have, my liege.

Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sound

bray? ed him,

Boling. First, (heaven be the record of my If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice; In the devotion of a subject's love, (speech!) Or worthily as a good subject should, Tendering the precious safety of my prince, On some known ground of treachery in him? And free from other misbegotten hate, Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that Come I appellant to this princely presence.argument,

Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, On some apparent danger seen in him, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice. My body shall make good upon this earth, K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. to face,

(hear Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant; And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will Too good to be so, and too bad to live; The accuser, and the accused, freely speak :-- Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky,

[Exeunt some Attendants. The uglier seem the clouds that in it fy. Higb-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Once more, the more to aggravate the note, in rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. \With a fous traitor's name stuff I thy throa.;

* Charge.

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me

And wish,(so please my sovereign,) ere I move, K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword

soars ! may prove.

Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this! Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, "Tis not the trial of a woman's war, [zeal; And bid his ears a little while be deaf, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,

Till I have told this slander of his biood, * Lan arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. I'he blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this, K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, Yet can I not of such tam: patience boast,

and ears : As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say: Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs (As he is but my father's brother's son,)

Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow, From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Which else would post until it had return'd Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize These terms of treason doubled down his throat. The unstooping firmness of my upright soul; Setting aside his high blood's royalty,

He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou; And let him be no kinsnian to my liege, Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow. I do defy him, and I spit at him;

Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain :

heart,

[liest? Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; Through the false passage of thy throat, thou And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Disburs'd I duly to his highness' soldiers : Or any other ground inhabitable*

The other part reserv'd I by consent; Where ever Englishman durst set his foot. For that my sovereign liege was in my debt,' Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,- Upon remainder of a dear account, By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie. Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: Boling: Pale trembling coward, there I throw Now swallow down that lie. -For Gloster'ı my gage,

death, Disclaiming here the kindred of a king; I slew him not; but to my own disgrace, And lay aside my high blood's royalty, Neglected my sworn duty in that case, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to ex. For you, my noble lord of Lancaster, cept:

The honourable father to my foe, If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Once did I lay in ambush for your life, As to take up mine houour's pawn, then stoop: A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul: By that, and all the rites of knighthood else, But, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament, Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, I did confess it; and exactly begg'd What I have spoke, or thou can't worst de Your grace's pardon, and, l' hope, I had it. vise.

This is my fault: As for the rest appeal'd,+: Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I It issues from the ravcour of a villain, swear,

[der, A recreant and most degenerate traitor: Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoul- Which in myself I boldly will defend; I'll answer thee in any fair degree,

And interchangeably hurl down my gage Or chivalrous design of knightly trial : Upon this overweeningt traitor's foot, And, when I mount, alive may I not light, To prove myself a loyal gentleman If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!

Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom: K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mow- In haste whereof, most heartily I pray bray's charge?

Your highness to assign our trial day. It must be great, that can inheritt us

K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruld So much as of a thought of ill in him.

by me; Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall Let's purge this choler without letting blood; prove it true;

(nobles, This we prescribe though no physician; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand | Deep malice makes too deep incision : In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers; Forget, forgive; conclude, and he agreed ; The which he hath detain’d for lewdt employ. Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed. – ments,

Good uncle, let this end where it begun; Like a false traitor, and injurious villain, We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. Besides I say, and will in battle prove, - Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge

age:

(gage. That ever was survey'd by English eye,- Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's That all the treasons, for these eighteen years K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. Complotted and contrived in this land,

Gaunt. When, Harry? when? Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and Obedience bids, I should not bid again. spring.

K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; Further I say, -and further will maintain

there is no boot. Upon his bad life, to make all this good, Nor. Myself, I throw, dread sovereign, at That he did plot the Duke of Gloster's death; thy foot; Suggestş his soon-believing adversaries; My life thou shalt command, but not my shame; And, consequently, like a traitor coward, The one my duty owes ; but my fair name, Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams (Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) of blood :

To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here; Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, Pierc'd to the soul with' slander's renom'd To for justice, and rough chastisement;

[blood And, by the glorious worth of my descent, The which no balm can cure, but his heart. This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. Which breath'd this poison.

spcar ;

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No advantage in delay.

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