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King Richard II: Act 2, Scene 2

King Richard II
Act 2, Scene 2

Windsor Castle.

  1. Enter the Queen, Bushy, Bagot.

Bushy

2 - 5
  1. Madam, your Majesty is too much sad.
  2. You promis’d, when you parted with the King,
  3. To lay aside life-harming heaviness
  4. And entertain a cheerful disposition.

Queen

6 - 14
  1. To please the King I did, to please myself
  2. I cannot do it; yet I know no cause
  3. Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
  4. Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest
  5. As my sweet Richard. Yet again methinks
  6. Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune’s womb,
  7. Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
  8. With nothing trembles; at some thing it grieves,
  9. More than with parting from my lord the King.

Bushy

15 - 28
  1. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,
  2. Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;
  3. For sorrow’s eyes, glazed with blinding tears,
  4. Divides one thing entire to many objects,
  5. Like perspectives, which rightly gaz’d upon
  6. Show nothing but confusion; ey’d awry
  7. Distinguish form; so your sweet Majesty,
  8. Looking awry upon your lord’s departure,
  9. Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail,
  10. Which, look’d on as it is, is nought but shadows
  11. Of what it is not; then, thrice-gracious Queen,
  12. More than your lord’s departure weep notmore is not seen,
  13. Or if it be, ’tis with false sorrow’s eye,
  14. Which for things true weeps things imaginary.

Queen

29 - 33
  1. It may be so; but yet my inward soul
  2. Persuades me it is otherwise. Howe’er it be,
  3. I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad,
  4. As, though on thinking on no thought I think,
  5. Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.

Bushy

34
  1. ’Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.

Queen

35 - 41
  1. ’Tis nothing less: conceit is still deriv’d
  2. From some forefather grief; mine is not so,
  3. For nothing hath begot my something grief,
  4. Or something hath the nothing that I grieve
  5. ’Tis in reversion that I do possess
  6. But what it is that is not yet known what,
  7. I cannot name; ’tis nameless woe, I wot.
  1. Enter Green.

Green

43 - 44
  1. God save your Majesty! And well met, gentlemen.
  2. I hope the King is not yet shipp’d for Ireland.

Queen

45 - 47
  1. Why hopest thou so? ’Tis better hope he is,
  2. For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope.
  3. Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp’d?

Green

48 - 53
  1. That he, our hope, might have retir’d his power,
  2. And driven into despair an enemy’s hope,
  3. Who strongly hath set footing in this land:
  4. The banish’d Bullingbrook repeals himself,
  5. And with uplifted arms is safe arriv’d
  6. At Ravenspurgh.

Queen

54
  1.                 Now God in heaven forbid!

Green

55 - 58
  1. Ah, madam! ’Tis too true, and that is worse,
  2. The Lord Northumberland, his son young Harry Percy,
  3. The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
  4. With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.

Bushy

59 - 60
  1. Why have you not proclaim’d Northumberland
  2. And all the rest revolted faction traitors?

Green

61 - 64
  1. We have, whereupon the Earl of Worcester
  2. Hath broken his staff, resign’d his stewardship,
  3. And all the household servants fled with him
  4. To Bullingbrook.

Queen

65 - 69
  1. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,
  2. And Bullingbrook my sorrow’s dismal heir.
  3. Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
  4. And I, a gasping new-deliver’d mother,
  5. Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join’d.

Bushy

70
  1. Despair not, madam.

Queen

71 - 76
  1.                     Who shall hinder me?
  2. I will despair, and be at enmity
  3. With cozening hope. He is a flatterer,
  4. A parasite, a keeper-back of death,
  5. Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
  6. Which false hope lingers in extremity.
  1. Enter York.

Green

78
  1. Here comes the Duke of York.

Queen

79 - 81
  1. With signs of war about his aged neck.
  2. O, full of careful business are his looks!
  3. Uncle, for God’s sake speak comfortable words.

York

82 - 90
  1. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts.
  2. Comfort’s in heaven, and we are on the earth,
  3. Where nothing lives but crosses, cares, and grief.
  4. Your husband, he is gone to save far off,
  5. Whilst others come to make him lose at home.
  6. Here am I left to underprop his land,
  7. Who, weak with age, cannot support myself.
  8. Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made,
  9. Now shall he try his friends that flatter’d him.
  1. Enter a Servingman.

Servingman

92
  1. My lord, your son was gone before I came.

York

93 - 98
  1. He waswhy, so go all which way it will!
  2. The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold,
  3. And will, I fear, revolt on Herford’s side.
  4. Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester,
  5. Bid her send me presently a thousand pound.
  6. Hold, take my ring.

Servingman

99 - 101
  1. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship:
  2. Today, as I came by, I called there
  3. But I shall grieve you to report the rest.

York

102
  1. What is’t, knave?

Servingman

103
  1. An hour before I came, the Duchess died.

York

104 - 129
  1. God for his mercy, what a tide of woes
  2. Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!
  3. I know not what to do. I would to God
  4. (So my untruth had not provok’d him to it)
  5. The King had cut off my head with my brother’s.
  6. What, are there no posts disparch’d for Ireland?
  7. How shall we do for money for these wars?
  8. Come, sistercousin, I would saypray pardon me.
  9. Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts,
  10. And bring away the armor that is there.
  11. Exit Servingman.
  12. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I
  13. Know how or which way to order these affairs
  14. Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,
  15. Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen:
  16. T’ one is my sovereign, whom both my oath
  17. And duty bids defend; t’ other again
  18. Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wrong’d,
  19. Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.
  20. Well, somewhat we must do.
  21. Come, cousin, I’ll dispose of you.
  22. Gentlemen, go muster up your men,
  23. And meet me presently at Berkeley.
  24. I should to Plashy too,
  25. But time will not permit. All is uneven,
  26. And every thing is left at six and seven.
  1. Exeunt Duke of York, Queen. Manent Bushy, Green, Bagot.

Bushy

131 - 134
  1. The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland,
  2. But none returns. For us to levy power
  3. Proportionable to the enemy
  4. Is all unpossible.

Green

135 - 136
  1. Besides, our nearness to the King in love
  2. Is near the hate of those love not the King.

Bagot

137 - 139
  1. And that is the wavering commons, for their love
  2. Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them
  3. By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

Bushy

140
  1. Wherein the King stands generally condemn’d.

Bagot

141 - 142
  1. If judgment lie in them, then so do we,
  2. Because we ever have been near the King.

Green

143 - 144
  1. Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristow castle:
  2. The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.

Bushy

145 - 148
  1. Thither will I with you, for little office
  2. Will the hateful commons perform for us,
  3. Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.
  4. Will you go along with us?

Bagot

149 - 151
  1. No, I will to Ireland to his Majesty.
  2. Farewell! If heart’s presages be not vain,
  3. We three here part that ne’er shall meet again.

Bushy

152
  1. That’s as York thrives to beat back Bullingbrook.

Green

153 - 156
  1. Alas, poor duke, the task he undertakes
  2. Is numb’ring sands and drinking oceans dry;
  3. Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
  4. Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.

Bushy

157
  1. Well, we may meet again.

Bagot

158
  1.                          I fear me, never.
  1. Exeunt.
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