King Richard II
Act III, Scene 3
Wales. Before Flint Castle.
- Enter, with Drum and Colors, Bullingbrook, York,
- Northumberland, Attendants, and forces.
Bullingbrook1 - 4
- So that by this intelligence we learn
- The Welshmen are dispers’d, and Salisbury
- Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed
- With some few private friends upon this coast.
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- The news is very fair and good, my lord:
- Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.
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- It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
- To say King Richard. Alack the heavy day
- When such a sacred king should hide his head!
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- Your Grace mistakes; only to be brief
- Left I his title out.
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- The time hath been,
- Would you have been so brief with him, he would
- Have been so brief with you to shorten you,
- For taking so the head, your whole head’s length.
- Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.
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- Take not, good cousin, further than you should,
- Lest you mistake the heavens are over our heads.
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- I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself
- Against their will. But who comes here?
- Enter Harry Percy.
- Welcome, Harry. What, will not this castle yield?
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- The castle royally is mann’d, my lord,
- Against thy entrance.
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- Why, it contains no king.
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- Yes, my good lord,
- It doth contain a king. King Richard lies
- Within the limits of yon lime and stone,
- And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
- Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman
- Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.
- O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.
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- To Northumberland.
- Noble lord,
- Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle;
- Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley
- Into his ruin’d ears, and thus deliver:
- Henry Bullingbrook
- On both his knees doth kiss King Richard’s hand,
- And sends allegiance and true faith of heart
- To his most royal person; hither come
- Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,
- Provided that my banishment repeal’d
- And lands restor’d again be freely granted.
- If not, I’ll use the advantage of my power,
- And lay the summer’s dust with show’rs of blood
- Rain’d from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen,
- The which, how far off from the mind of Bullingbrook
- It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench
- The fresh green lap of fair King Richard’s land,
- My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
- Go signify as much, while here we march
- Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.
- Northumberland advances to the castle, with a Trumpet.
- Let’s march without the noise of threat’ning drum,
- That from this castle’s tattered battlements
- Our fair appointments may be well perus’d.
- Methinks King Richard and myself should meet
- With no less terror than the elements
- Of fire and water, when their thund’ring shock
- At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
- Be he the fire, I’ll be the yielding water;
- The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain
- My waters—on the earth, and not on him.
- March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.
- The trumpets sound parle without and answer within; then a
- Richard appeareth on the walls with Carlisle, Aumerle,
- Scroop, Salisbury.
- See, see, King Richard doth himself appear,
- As doth the blushing discontented sun
- From out the fiery portal of the east,
- When he perceives the envious clouds are bent
- To dim his glory and to stain the track
- Of his bright passage to the occident.
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- Yet looks he like a king! Behold, his eye,
- As bright as is the eagle’s, lightens forth
- Controlling majesty. Alack, alack for woe,
- That any harm should stain so fair a show!
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- To Northumberland.
- We are amaz’d, and thus long have we stood
- To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
- Because we thought ourself thy lawful king;
- And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
- To pay their aweful duty to our presence?
- If we be not, show us the hand of God
- That hath dismiss’d us from our stewardship,
- For well we know no hand of blood and bone
- Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,
- Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
- And though you think that all, as you have done,
- Have torn their souls by turning them from us,
- And we are barren and bereft of friends,
- Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
- Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
- Armies of pestilence, and they shall strike
- Your children yet unborn and unbegot,
- That lift your vassal hands against my head,
- And threat the glory of my precious crown.
- Tell Bullingbrook—for yon methinks he stands—
- That every stride he makes upon my land
- Is dangerous treason. He is come to open
- The purple testament of bleeding war;
- But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
- Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers’ sons
- Shall ill become the flower of England’s face,
- Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
- To scarlet indignation, and bedew
- Her pasters’ grass with faithful English blood.
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- The King of heaven forbid our lord the King
- Should so with civil and uncivil arms
- Be rush’d upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin,
- Harry Bullingbrook, doth humbly kiss thy hand,
- And by the honorable tomb he swears
- That stands upon your royal grandsire’s bones,
- And by the royalties of both your bloods,
- Currents that spring from one most gracious head,
- And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
- And by the worth and honor of himself,
- Comprising all that may be sworn or said,
- His coming hither hath no further scope
- Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
- Enfranchisement immediate on his knees,
- Which on thy royal party granted once,
- His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
- His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
- To faithful service of your Majesty.
- This swears he, as he is a prince, is just,
- And as I am a gentleman I credit him.
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- Northumberland, say thus the King returns:
- His noble cousin is right welcome hither,
- And all the number of his fair demands
- Shall be accomplish’d without contradiction.
- With all the gracious utterance thou hast
- Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
- Northumberland withdraws to Bullingbrook.
- To Aumerle.
- We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,
- To look so poorly and to speak so fair?
- Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
- Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
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- No, good my lord, let’s fight with gentle swords.
- Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords.
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- O God, O God, that e’er this tongue of mine
- That laid the sentence of dread banishment
- On yon proud man should take it off again
- With words of sooth! O that I were as great
- As is my grief, or lesser than my name!
- Or that I could forget what I have been!
- Or not remember what I must be now!
- Swell’st thou, proud heart? I’ll give thee scope to beat,
- Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
- Northumberland comes back from Bullingbrook.
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- What must the King do now? Must he submit?
- The King shall do it. Must he be depos’d?
- The King shall be contented. Must he lose
- The name of king? A’ God’s name let it go.
- I’ll give my jewels for a set of beads,
- My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,
- My gay apparel for an almsman’s gown,
- My figur’d goblets for a dish of wood,
- My sceptre for a palmer’s walking-staff,
- My subjects for a pair of carved saints,
- And my large kingdom for a little grave,
- A little little grave, an obscure grave—
- Or I’ll be buried in the king’s high way,
- Some way of common trade, where subjects’ feet
- May hourly trample on their sovereign’s head;
- For on my heart they tread now whilst I live,
- And buried once, why not upon my head?
- Aumerle, thou weep’st, my tender-hearted cousin!
- We’ll make foul weather with despised tears;
- Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,
- And make a dearth in this revolting land.
- Or shall we play the wantons with our woes
- And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
- As thus to drop them still upon one place,
- Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
- Within the earth, and, therein laid—there lies
- Two kinsmen digg’d their graves with weeping eyes.
- Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
- I talk but idlely, and you laugh at me.
- Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland,
- What says King Bullingbrook? Will his Majesty
- Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
- You make a leg, and Bullingbrook says ay.
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- My lord, in the base court he doth attend
- To speak with you, may it please you to come down.
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- Down, down I come, like glist’ring Phaëton,
- Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
- In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base,
- To come at traitors’ calls and do them grace.
- In the base court, come down? Down court! Down king!
- For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
- Exeunt above.
- What says his Majesty?
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- Sorrow and grief of heart
- Makes him speak fondly like a frantic man,
- Yet he is come.
- Enter King Richard and his Attendants below.
Bullingbrook190 - 192
- Stand all apart,
- And show fair duty to his Majesty.
- He kneels down.
- My gracious lord—
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- Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee
- To make the base earth proud with kissing it.
- Me rather had my heart might feel your love
- Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.
- Up, cousin, up, your heart is up, I know,
- Thus high at least
- Touching his crown.
- although your knee be low.
- 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,
- As my true service shall deserve your love.
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- Well you deserve; they well deserve to have
- That know the strong’st and surest way to get.
- Uncle, give me your hands; nay, dry your eyes—
- Tears show their love, but want their remedies.
- Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
- Though you are old enough to be my heir.
- What you will have, I’ll give, and willing too,
- For do we must what force will have us do.
- Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?
- Yea, my good lord.
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- Then I must not say no.
- Flourish. Exeunt.