King Richard II
Act V, Scene 1
London. A street leading to the Tower.
- Enter the Queen with her Attendants.
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- This way the King will come, this is the way
- To Julius Caesar’s ill-erected tower,
- To whose flint bosom my condemned lord
- Is doom’d a prisoner by proud Bullingbrook.
- Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
- Have any resting for her true king’s queen.
- Enter Richard and Guard.
- But soft, but see, or rather do not see,
- My fair rose wither; yet look up, behold,
- That you in pity may dissolve to dew
- And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.
- Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand,
- Thou map of honor, thou King Richard’s tomb,
- And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn,
- Why should hard-favor’d grief be lodg’d in thee,
- When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
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- Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
- To make my end too sudden. Learn, good soul,
- To think our former state a happy dream,
- From which awak’d, the truth of what we are
- Shows us but this. I am sworn brother, sweet,
- To grim Necessity, and he and I
- Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France,
- And cloister thee in some religious house.
- Our holy lives must win a new world’s crown,
- Which our profane hours here have thrown down.
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- What, is my Richard both in shape and mind
- Transform’d and weak’ned? Hath Bullingbrook depos’d
- Thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart?
- The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw,
- And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
- To be o’erpow’r’d, and wilt thou, pupil-like,
- Take the correction, mildly kiss the rod,
- And fawn on rage with base humility,
- Which art a lion and the king of beasts?
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- A king of beasts indeed—if aught but beasts,
- I had been still a happy king of men.
- Good sometimes queen, prepare thee hence for France.
- Think I am dead, and that even here thou takest,
- As from my death-bed, thy last living leave.
- In winter’s tedious nights sit by the fire
- With good old folks and let them tell thee tales
- Of woeful ages long ago betid;
- And ere thou bid good night, to quite their griefs,
- Tell thou the lamentable tale of me,
- And send the hearers weeping to their beds.
- For why, the senseless brands will sympathize
- The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
- And in compassion weep the fire out,
- And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,
- For the deposing of a rightful king.
- Enter Northumberland and others.
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- My lord, the mind of Bullingbrook is chang’d,
- You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.
- And, madam, there is order ta’en for you,
- With all swift speed you must away to France.
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- Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
- The mounting Bullingbrook ascends my throne,
- The time shall not be many hours of age
- More than it is, ere foul sin gathering head
- Shall break into corruption. Thou shalt think,
- Though he divide the realm and give thee half,
- It is too little, helping him to all;
- He shall think that thou, which knowest the way
- To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
- Being ne’er so little urg’d, another way
- To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.
- The love of wicked men converts to fear,
- That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both
- To worthy danger and deserved death.
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- My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
- Take leave and part, for you must part forthwith.
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- Doubly divorc’d! Bad men, you violate
- A twofold marriage—’twixt my crown and me,
- And then betwixt me and my married wife.—
- Let me unkiss the oath ’twixt thee and me;
- And yet not so, for with a kiss ’twas made.
- Part us, Northumberland: I towards the north,
- Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;
- My wife to France, from whence set forth in pomp
- She came adorned hither like sweet May,
- Sent back like Hallowmas or short’st of day.
- And must we be divided? Must we part?
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- Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.
- Banish us both, and send the King with me.
- That were some love, but little policy.
- Then whither he goes, thither let me go.
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- So two together weeping make one woe.
- Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here;
- Better far off than, near, be ne’er the near.
- Go count thy way with sighs, I mine with groans.
- So longest way shall have the longest moans.
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- Twice for one step I’ll groan, the way being short,
- And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
- Come, come, in wooing sorrow let’s be brief,
- Since wedding it, there is such length in grief.
- One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part;
- Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.
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- Give me mine own again, ’twere no good part
- To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
- So now I have mine own again, be gone,
- That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
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- We make woe wanton with this fond delay,
- Once more, adieu, the rest let sorrow say.