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Why should I then be false ; since it is true
Mes. Whoerer spoke it, it is true, my lord. That I must die here, and live bence by truth? Lewis. Well; keep good quarter and good cate I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
to-night: He is forsworn, if ever those eyes of yours The day shall not be up so soon as I, Behold another day break in ihe east: 5 To try the fair adventure of tomorrow. (Ereuxta le is too la But eventhis vight, --whose black contagious breath
Lincorruptil Alreadysmokes about the burning crest
S CE N E VI.
An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey.
or I shoot.
betet, Commend me to one Hubert with your king; Faulc. A friend :-What art thou? The love of him,--and this respect besides, Hub. Of the part of England. For that my grandsire was an Englishman, 151 Faule. Whither dost lbou go? Awakes my conscience lo confess all this.
Hub. What's that to thee: Why may I not de
Lund In lieu whereof, I pray you, hear me hence
mand From forth the noise and rumour of the field; Of thine affairs as well as thou of mine?
He Where I may think the remnant of iny thoughts Faule. Hubert, I think.
de rou In peace, aid part this body and my soul 120 Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought:
+ () Talit" With contemplation and devout desires. [soul I will,
I will, upon all hazards, well believe
Who art thou ?
(weil: Of this inost fair occasion, by the which
Faulc. Who thou wilt : an if thou please, We will untread the steps of damned flight; 125 Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think And like a bated and retired tlood,
( come one way of the Plantagenets. Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
Hub. Unkind remembrance ! thou, and eyeless Strop low within those bounds we have o'er-look'd,
night, And calınly run on in obedience,
Have doneme shame :--Brave soldier, pardon me, segura Even to our ocean, to our great king John. 30 That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; Should
scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. For I do see the cruel pangs of death [flight ;) Faulo. Come, come, sans compliment, whateverd be Right' in thine eye.-Away, my friends! New
[night, And happy newness, that intends old right. Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of
[Exeunt, leading off Alelun 35|To find you out. SCENE V,
Foulc. Brief, then, and what's the news?
Hub. O my sweet sir, newsfitted to the night,
Faule. Shew me the very wound of this ill
40 I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. to set;
Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk : But staid, and made the western welkin blush,
I left him almost speechless, and broke out When the English measur'd backward their own
To acquaint you with this evil, that you might ground
The better arm you to the suddeu time, In faint retire: Oh, bravely came we off,
45 Than if you had at leisure knowu of this. When with a volley of our needless shot,
Faulc. How did he take it? who did taste to him? After such bloody toil, we bid good night;
Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, And wound our tailer'd colours clearly up,
Whose bowels suddenly' burst out: the king Last in the field, and almost lords of its
Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover:
50 Faule. Who didst thou leave to çend his majesty! Reghin Enter a Messenger.
Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all Mes. Where is my prince, the Dauphin?
[lords, And brought prince Henry in their company;
And temptus not to bear above our power !--/ven,
Passing these tlats, are taken by the tide, I did not think to be so sad to-night,
160 These Lincoln washes bave devoured them; As this hath made me.Wiro was he, that said, Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. king J ohun alid tiy, an hour or two before,
Away, before! conduct me to the king:
Doth he still rage ?
Act 5. Scene 7.]
My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
which holds but 'till thy news be uttered;
And then all this thou seest, is but a clod,
And module of confounded royalty.
Were in the washes, all unwarily,
10 Devoured by the unexpected flood. [The kingdies, Pemb. His highness yet doth speak; and holds Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead
belief, That, being brought into the open air,
My liege! my lord!-But now a king,—now thus, · It would allay the burning quality
Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop. Of that fell poison which assaileth him.
15 What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, Hen. Let him be broughtinto theorchard here.. When this was now a king, and now is clay!
Faulc. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind,
To do the office for thee of revenge ;
Hen. O vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes, 20 As it on earth hath been thy servant still.-
[faiths ; Leaves thein: invisible his siege is now,
Where be your powers? Shew now your mended Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds And instantly return with me again, With many legions of strange fantasies; 25 To push destruction, and perpetual shame, Which in their throng and press to that last hold, Out of the weak door of our fainting laud: Confound themselves. Tis strange, that death Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought;
The Dauphin rages at our very heels, I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as we Who chaunts a doleful hymn to his own death; 30The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings
Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin; His soul and body to their lasting rest.
And brings from him such otfers of our peace Sal. Beofgoorl comfort, prince;
for you are born As we with honour and respect may take, To set a form upon that indigest
purpose presently to leave this war. Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. 35
Faulc. He will the rather do it, when he sees
Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.
For many carriages he hath dispatch'd
40 To the disposing of the cardinal: That all my bowels crumble up to dust:
With whoin yourself, myself, and other lords, I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
If you think meet, this afternoon will post l'pon a parchment; and against this tire
To consummate this business happily,
Faulc. Letit beso:—And you, mynoble prince, Hen. How fares your majesty ?
[cast off: 45 With other princes that may best bespar'd,
Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd;
For so he will'd it.
l'he lineal state and glory of the land!
I do bequeath my faithful services
And true subjection everlastingly,
To rest without a spot for evermore. [thanks,
Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you
And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Faulo. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe,
60 Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.Enter Faulconbridge.
This England never did, nor never shall,
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her princes are come home again,
165 Come the three corners of the world in arms, [rue, And all the shrowds, wherewith my life should sail,
And we shall shock them: nought shall make us Are turned to one thread, one little hair;
\lfEngland to itself dorest but true.[Exeunt Omnes.
Do I shrink up
That might relieve you!
THE LIFE' AND DEATH
KING RICH A R D II.
PERSONS REPRESENTE D.
King RICHARD the Second,
Earl of NORTHUMRERLAND. EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of
Percy, son to Northumberland. York,
Uncles to the Lord Rossi. John of GAUNT, Duke of Lan King
Lord WILLOUGHBY. caster.
Lord FitzWATER. HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Bishop of CARLISLE. Hereford, afterwards King Henry the fourth, Sir Stephen SCROOP. son to John of Guunt.
Lord Marshal; and another Lord. Duke of AUMERLE?, son to the Duke of York. Abbot of WESTMINSTER. Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.
Sir Pierce of Exton.
Captuin of a Band of Welchmen.
Queen to King Richard.
Dutchess of GLOSTER. Bacot, Creatures to King Richard.
Dutchess of YORK.
Ladies, attending on the Queen.
SCENE, dispersedly, in England and Wales.
Or worthily, as a good subject should,
On some known ground of treachery in him?
Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that arEnter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other
gument, Noblemen and Attendunts.
5 On some apparent danger seen in him, K. Rich.OLD John of Gaunt, time-honour'di Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face Hast thou, according to thy oath and band',
to face, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, 10 The accuser, and the accused, freely speak: Which then our leisure would not let us hear, High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Gaunt. I have, my liege.
[him, Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded Boling. Many years of happy days befal If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; (15 My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!
This history, however, comprises little more than the two last years of this prince. The action of the drama begins with Bolingbroke's appealing the duke of Norfolk, on an accusation of high treason, which fell out in the year 1398 ; and it closes with the murder of king Richard at Pomfret-castle towards the end of the year 1400, or the beginning of the ensuing year. 2 Aumerle is the French for what we now call Albemarle, which is a town in Normandy. Mr. Steevens says, it ought to be
as there was no Earl Berkley 'till some ages alter. * Now spelt Roos, one of the duke of Rutland's titles. si, e, bond,
Mozub. Each day still better other's happiness; Or chivalrous design of knightly trial: Until the heavens, envying earth's good bap, And, when I mount, alive may I not light, Add an immortal title to your crown !
It I be traitor, or unjustly fight! [charge? K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but K. Rich. What doth our cousinlay to Mowbray's on myself flatters us,
5 It must be great, than can inherit us?
Boling. First(heavenbetherecordtomyspeech!) 10 The which he hath detain’d for lewd employments,
Like a false traitor, and injurious villain. Tendering the precious safety of niy prince, Besides I say, and will in battle prove,And free from other misbegotten hate,
Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge Come I appellant to this princely presence. That ever was survey'd by English eye,– Now, Thomas Mowbray, do Iturn to thee, 115 That all the treasons, for these eighteen years And inark my greeting well; for what I spcak, Complotted and contrived in this land, (spring, My body shall make good upon this earth, Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and scarle, let Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.
Further I say, -and further will maintain Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant ;
Upon his bad life, to make all this good, Too good to be so, and too bad to live ; 20 That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; UND, L Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, Suggest his soon-believing adversaries; The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
And, consequently, like a traitor coward, [blood; trgWhe Once more, the more to aggravate the note, Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, And wish (so please my sovereign) ere I move, 25 Even from the longueless caverns of the earth, What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn' sword Tome, for justice, and rough chastisement; may prove.
[zeal: And, by the glorious worth of my descent, Moxb. Let not my cold words here accuse my This arm shall do it, or this life be spent." Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
Ki Rich. How high apitch hisresolution soars! The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, 30 Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?
y dish Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain ;
Mowb. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
but Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood And let hiin be no Kinsman to my liege, 40 Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize I do defy him, and I spit at him;
The unstooping firmness of my upright soul: Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain : He is our subject, Mowbray, so ait thou; Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow'. And meet him, were I ty'd to run a-foot
Mob. Then, Bolingbroke, as low astothy heart,
Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais,
For that my sovereign liege was in my debt,
Since last I went to France, to fetch his queen: Disclaiming here the kindred of a king;
Now swallow down that lie. For Gloster's And lay aside my high bood's royalty,
death,--Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except: 1 slew him not; but, to mine own disgrace, liguilty dread hath left thee so much strength, 55 Neglected my sworn duty in that case. As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; For you, my noble lord of Lancaster, By that, and all the rights of kniglithood else, The honourable father to my foe, Will I inake good against thee, arm to arm, Once did I lay an ambush for your life, What I have spoke, or thou canst worst devise. A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul :
Mowb. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, 60 But, ere I last receiy'd the sacrament, Which gently lay'd my knighthood on myshoulder, I did confess it; and exactly begg'd I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it. * Meaning his sword drawn in a right or just cause. ?j. e. not habitable, ii. e. possess 15.