king richard ii shakespeare text

My lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days. Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself. And then be gone and trouble you no more. This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; Northumberland, say thus the king returns: His noble cousin is right welcome hither; Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction: With all the gracious utterance thou hast. Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy. Then Exton strikes him down, Enter HENRY PERCY, and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, Enter EXTON, with persons bearing a coffin. To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour. We'll serve Him too and be his fellow so: Revolt our subjects? Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. As to be hush'd and nought at all to say: First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me. It doth contain a king; King Richard lies. By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy. This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. To offer service to the Duke of Hereford, And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover. Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true? In some large measure to thy father's death. Forgiveness, horse! Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought. Not in Library. That seem'd in eating him to hold him up. And he shall spend mine honour with his shame. This shouldn't take more than a minute, depending on And so your follies fight against yourself. These terms of treason doubled down his throat. Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves? And interchangeably set down their hands. With some few private friends upon this coast. The court. With slow but stately pace kept on his course. Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair: In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd. No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man. From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day. To read a lecture of them? Did they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' Our scene is alter'd from a serious thing, And now changed to 'The Beggar and the King.'. 138. ', Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot, Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails, May tear a passage through the flinty ribs. 2. Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth. The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. After our sentence plaining comes too late. KING RICHARD II’s palace. Wast born to bear? Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant. Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits. The name of king? Greater he shall not be; if he serve God. Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones. The palace. EMBED (for wordpress.com hosted blogs and archive.org item tags) … Scene 2. Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee: That which in mean men we intitle patience. Imp out our drooping country's broken wing. Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world. With the attainder of his slanderous lips. I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks. Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years. Richard II Note: There is an improved edition of this title, eBook #1512. I do beseech your majesty, impute his words, He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear. And, by the grace of God and this mine arm. It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down. Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes, And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined. and what's thy quarrel? From some forefather grief; mine is not so. For Gaunt’s sake, … March on, and mark King Richard how he looks. The man that mocks at it and sets it light. Act … Gentle Northumberland, Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop. The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. Richard II begins as Richard's cousin, Henry Bolingbroke, charges Thomas Mowbray with serious crimes, including the murder of the Duke of Gloucester. hath Bolingbroke deposed. is he not thine own? Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good. Here, cousin, seize the crown; On this side my hand, and on that side yours. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke. Before the castle. That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars. List of print anomalies in the Quarto text; List of print anomalies in the Folio text; Texts of this edition. I am a subject. Banish us both and send the king with me. To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like. And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age. Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand; That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones. The life and death of King Richard the Second, from a facsimile copy of the First Folio (1623) (transcription project); The Life and Death of Richard the Second, from The Plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, vol. A camp in Wales. Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale? It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster. Then, thrice-gracious queen. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. But since correction lieth in those hands. To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: Your uncle York is join'd with Bolingbroke. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK,] Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come. Richard II is the King of England. Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom. Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours; But when he frown'd, it was against the French, And not against his friends; his noble hand, Did will what he did spend and spent not that. KING RICHARD. Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest. Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. I could weep, madam, would it do you good. My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me; The noble duke hath been too much abused. And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn. And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave. I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king; Fear, and not love, begets his penitence: A serpent that will sting thee to the heart. 'Tis full three months since I did see him last; I would to God, my lords, he might be found: Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there. well then, amen. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland, Besides, our nearness to the king in love. As if the world were all dissolved to tears, Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land. 4. KING RICHARD II's palace. look upon his face; His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest; His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast: He prays but faintly and would be denied; We pray with heart and soul and all beside: His weary joints would gladly rise, I know; Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow: Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have. Observed his courtship to the common people; How he did seem to dive into their hearts. Meaning the king at Pomfret. Which made the fault that we cannot correct. Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth. never more come in my sight. Comest thou because the anointed king is hence? As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop: By that and all the rites of knighthood else. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye: I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father, Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd, A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties, Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away. Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true. Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse. Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me; And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made. I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. What is the matter, Aumerle. My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles. Now for our Irish wars: We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns, Which live like venom where no venom else.

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