King Richard II
Act IV, Scene 1
- Enter Bullingbrook with the Lords Aumerle, Northumberland,
- Percy, Fitzwater, Surrey, the Bishop of Carlisle, the Abbot
- of Westminster, and another Lord to parliament; Herald.
Bullingbrook1 - 5
- Call forth Bagot.
- Enter Officers with Bagot.
- Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind,
- What thou dost know of noble Gloucester’s death,
- Who wrought it with the King, and who perform’d
- The bloody office of his timeless end.
- Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.
- Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.
Bagot8 - 19
- My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
- Scorns to unsay what once it hath delivered.
- In that dead time when Gloucester’s death was plotted,
- I heard you say, “Is not my arm of length,
- That reacheth from the restful English court
- As far as Callice, to mine uncle’s head?”
- Amongst much other talk, that very time,
- I heard you say that you had rather refuse
- The offer of an hundred thousand crowns
- Than Bullingbrook’s return to England,
- Adding withal, how blest this land would be
- In this your cousin’s death.
Aumerle20 - 30
- Princes and noble lords,
- What answer shall I make to this base man?
- Shall I so much dishonor my fair stars
- On equal terms to give him chastisement?
- Either I must, or have mine honor soil’d
- With the attainder of his slanderous lips.
- There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
- That marks thee out for hell. I say thou liest,
- And will maintain what thou hast said is false
- In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
- To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
- Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up.
Aumerle32 - 33
- Excepting one, I would he were the best
- In all this presence that hath mov’d me so.
Fitzwater34 - 41
- If that thy valor stand on sympathy,
- There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine.
- By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand’st,
- I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak’st it,
- That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester’s death.
- If thou deniest it twenty times, thou liest,
- And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
- Where it was forged, with my rapier’s point.
- Thou dar’st not, coward, live to see that day.
- Now by my soul, I would it were this hour.
- Fitzwater, thou art damn’d to hell for this.
Percy45 - 49
- Aumerle, thou liest, his honor is as true
- In this appeal as thou art all unjust,
- And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
- To prove it on thee to the extremest point
- Of mortal breathing. Seize it, if thou dar’st.
Aumerle50 - 52
- And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
- And never brandish more revengeful steel
- Over the glittering helmet of my foe!
Another Lord53 - 57
- I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle,
- And spur thee on with full as many lies
- As may be hollowed in thy treacherous ear
- From sun to sun. There is my honor’s pawn,
- Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.
Aumerle58 - 60
- Who sets me else? By heaven, I’ll throw at all!
- I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
- To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Surrey61 - 62
- My Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well
- The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
Fitzwater63 - 64
- ’Tis very true, you were in presence then,
- And you can witness with me this is true.
- As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.
- Surrey, thou liest.
Surrey67 - 73
- Dishonorable boy!
- That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,
- That it shall render vengeance and revenge
- Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie
- In earth as quiet as thy father’s skull;
- In proof whereof, there is my honor’s pawn,
- Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st.
Fitzwater74 - 84
- How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
- If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
- I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
- And spit upon him whilst I say he lies,
- And lies, and lies. There is my bond of faith,
- To tie thee to my strong correction.
- As I intend to thrive in this new world,
- Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal;
- Besides, I heard the banished Norfolk say
- That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
- To execute the noble Duke at Callice.
Aumerle85 - 87
- Some honest Christian trust me with a gage—
- That Norfolk lies, here do I throw down this,
- If he may be repeal’d to try his honor.
Bullingbrook88 - 92
- These differences shall all rest under gage
- Till Norfolk be repeal’d. Repeal’d he shall be,
- And though mine enemy, restor’d again
- To all his lands and signories. When he is return’d,
- Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
Bishop of Carlisle93 - 102
- That honorable day shall never be seen.
- Many a time hath banish’d Norfolk fought
- For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,
- Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross
- Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens,
- And toil’d with works of war, retir’d himself
- To Italy, and there at Venice gave
- His body to that pleasant country’s earth,
- And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
- Under whose colors he had fought so long.
- Why, Bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Bishop of Carlisle104
- As surely as I live, my lord.
Bullingbrook105 - 108
- Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom
- Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,
- Your differences shall all rest under gage
- Till we assign you to your days of trial.
- Enter York attended.
York109 - 114
- Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
- From plume-pluck’d Richard, who with willing soul
- Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
- To the possession of thy royal hand.
- Ascend his throne, descending now from him,
- And long live Henry, fourth of that name!
- In God’s name I’ll ascend the regal throne.
Bishop of Carlisle116 - 151
- Marry, God forbid!
- Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
- Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
- Would God that any in this noble presence
- Were enough noble to be upright judge
- Of noble Richard! Then true noblesse would
- Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
- What subject can give sentence on his king?
- And who sits here that is not Richard’s subject?
- Thieves are not judg’d but they are by to hear,
- Although apparent guilt be seen in them,
- And shall the figure of God’s majesty,
- His captain, steward, deputy, elect,
- Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
- Be judg’d by subject and inferior breath,
- And he himself not present? O, forfend it, God,
- That in a Christian climate souls refin’d
- Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
- I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
- Stirr’d up by God, thus boldly for his king.
- My Lord of Herford here, whom you call king,
- Is a foul traitor to proud Herford’s king,
- And if you crown him, let me prophesy,
- The blood of English shall manure the ground,
- And future ages groan for this foul act.
- Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
- And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars
- Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound.
- Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny
- Shall here inhabit, and this land be call’d
- The field of Golgotha and dead men’s skulls.
- O, if you raise this house against this house,
- It will the woefullest division prove
- That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
- Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,
- Lest child, child’s children, cry against you “woe!”
Northumberland152 - 156
- Well have you argued, sir, and, for your pains,
- Of capital treason we arrest you here.
- My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge
- To keep him safely till his day of trial.
- May it please you, lords, to grant the commons’ suit?
Bullingbrook157 - 159
- Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
- He may surrender; so we shall proceed
- Without suspicion.
- I will be his conduct.
Bullingbrook161 - 164
- Lords, you that here are under our arrest,
- Procure your sureties for your days of answer.
- Little are we beholding to your love,
- And little look’d for at your helping hands.
- Enter Richard and York with Officers bearing the crown and
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- Alack, why am I sent for to a king
- Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
- Wherewith I reign’d? I hardly yet have learn’d
- To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.
- Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me
- To this submission. Yet I well remember
- The favors of these men. Were they not mine?
- Did they not sometimes cry “All hail!” to me?
- So Judas did to Christ; but He, in twelve,
- Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none.
- God save the King! Will no man say amen?
- Am I both priest and clerk? Well then, amen.
- God save the King! Although I be not he,
- And yet amen, if heaven do think him me.
- To do what service am I sent for hither?
York180 - 183
- To do that office of thine own good will
- Which tired majesty did make thee offer:
- The resignation of thy state and crown
- To Henry Bullingbrook.
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- Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown;
- Here, cousin,
- On this side my hand, and on that side thine.
- Now is this golden crown like a deep well
- That owes two buckets, filling one another,
- The emptier ever dancing in the air,
- The other down, unseen, and full of water:
- That bucket down and full of tears am I,
- Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
- I thought you had been willing to resign.
King Richard II194 - 196
- My crown I am, but still my griefs are mine.
- You may my glories and my state depose,
- But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
- Part of your cares you give me with your crown.
King Richard II198 - 202
- Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down:
- 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.
- Are you contented to resign the crown?
King Richard II204 - 225
- Ay, no, no ay; for I must nothing be;
- Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.
- Now mark me how I will undo myself:
- I give this heavy weight from off my head,
- And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
- The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
- With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
- With mine own hands I give away my crown,
- With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
- With mine own breath release all duteous oaths;
- All pomp and majesty I do forswear;
- My manors, rents, revenues I forgo;
- My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny;
- God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!
- God keep all vows unbroke are made to thee!
- Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev’d,
- And thou with all pleas’d, that hast all achiev’d!
- Long mayst thou live in Richard’s seat to sit,
- And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit!
- God save King Henry, unking’d Richard says,
- And send him many years of sunshine days!
- What more remains?
Northumberland226 - 231
- No more, but that you read
- Presenting a paper.
- These accusations, and these grievous crimes
- Committed by your person and your followers
- Against the state and profit of this land;
- That by confessing them, the souls of men
- May deem that you are worthily depos’d.
King Richard II232 - 246
- Must I do so? And must I ravel out
- My weav’d-up follies? Gentle Northumberland,
- If thy offenses were upon record,
- Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop
- To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,
- There shouldst thou find one heinous article,
- Containing the deposing of a king,
- And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,
- Mark’d with a blot, damn’d in the book of heaven.
- Nay, all of you that stand and look upon me
- Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,
- Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
- Showing an outward pity, yet you Pilates
- Have here deliver’d me to my sour cross,
- And water cannot wash away your sin.
- My lord, dispatch, read o’er these articles.
King Richard II248 - 256
- Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see;
- And yet salt water blinds them not so much
- But they can see a sort of traitors here.
- Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
- I find myself a traitor with the rest;
- For I have given here my soul’s consent
- T’ undeck the pompous body of a king;
- Made glory base, and sovereignty a slave;
- Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.
- My lord—
King Richard II258 - 271
- No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,
- Nor no man’s lord. I have no name, no title,
- No, not that name was given me at the font,
- But ’tis usurp’d. Alack the heavy day,
- That I have worn so many winters out
- And know not now what name to call myself!
- O that I were a mockery king of snow,
- Standing before the sun of Bullingbrook,
- To melt myself away in water-drops!
- Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,
- And if my word be sterling yet in England,
- Let it command a mirror hither straight,
- That it may show me what a face I have
- Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
- Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.
- Exit an Attendant.
- Read o’er this paper while the glass doth come.
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- Fiend, thou torments me ere I come to hell!
- Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.
- The commons will not then be satisfied.
King Richard II277 - 295
- They shall be satisfied. I’ll read enough,
- When I do see the very book indeed
- Where all my sins are writ, and that’s myself.
- Enter Attendant with a glass.
- Give me that glass, and therein will I read.
- No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck
- So many blows upon this face of mine,
- And made no deeper wounds? O flatt’ring glass,
- Like to my followers in prosperity,
- Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face
- That every day under his household roof
- Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face
- That like the sun, did make beholders wink?
- Is this the face which fac’d so many follies,
- That was at last out-fac’d by Bullingbrook?
- A brittle glory shineth in this face,
- As brittle as the glory is the face,
- Dashes the glass against the ground.
- For there it is, crack’d in an hundred shivers.
- Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,
- How soon my sorrow hath destroy’d my face.
Bullingbrook296 - 297
- The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy’d
- The shadow of your face.
King Richard II298 - 309
- Say that again.
- The shadow of my sorrow! Ha, let’s see.
- ’Tis very true, my grief lies all within,
- And these external manners of laments
- Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
- That swells with silence in the tortur’d soul.
- There lies the substance; and I thank thee, King,
- For thy great bounty, that not only giv’st
- Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way
- How to lament the cause. I’ll beg one boon,
- And then be gone and trouble you no more.
- Shall I obtain it?
- Name it, fair cousin.
King Richard II311 - 315
- “Fair cousin”? I am greater than a king;
- For when I was a king my flatterers
- Were then but subjects; being now a subject,
- I have a king here to my flatterer.
- Being so great, I have no need to beg.
- Yet ask.
King Richard II317
- And shall I have?
- You shall.
King Richard II319
- Then give me leave to go.
King Richard II321
- Whither you will, so I were from your sights.
- Go some of you, convey him to the Tower.
King Richard II323 - 324
- O, good! Convey! Conveyers are you all,
- That rise thus nimbly by a true king’s fall.
- Exeunt Richard, some Lords, and a Guard.
Bullingbrook325 - 326
- On Wednesday next we solemnly proclaim
- Our coronation. Lords, be ready all.
- Exeunt. Manent Abbot of Westminster, Carlisle, Aumerle.
- A woeful pageant have we here beheld.
Bishop of Carlisle328 - 329
- The woe’s to come; the children yet unborn
- Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.
Aumerle330 - 331
- You holy clergymen, is there no plot
- To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?
Abbot332 - 340
- My lord,
- Before I freely speak my mind herein,
- You shall not only take the sacrament
- To bury mine intents, but also to effect
- What ever I shall happen to devise.
- I see your brows are full of discontent,
- Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears.
- Come home with me to supper, I’ll lay
- A plot shall show us all a merry day.