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         <header class="book-titlepage">
            <h1>The Tragedy of King Richard the Second</h1>
         </header>
         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  London. KING RICHARD II's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  The DUKE OF LANCASTER'S palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  The lists at Coventry.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  The court.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Ely House.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  The palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  Wilds in Gloucestershire.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  A camp in Wales.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Bristol. Before the castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  The coast of Wales. A castle in view.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  Wales. Before Flint castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's garden.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Westminster Hall.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  London. A street leading to the Tower.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  The DUKE OF YORK's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  A royal palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  Pomfret castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.7">6. SCENE VI.  Windsor castle.</a>
                           </span>
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                     </ul>
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               </ul>
            </div>
         </div>
         <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
            <header class="preface-titlepage">
               <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
            </header>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">KING RICHARD, the Second. </span>
            </p>
            <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
               <tr>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">
                        <span class="personname">JOHN OF GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster	</span>
                        <span class="personname">EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of York  </span>
                     </span>
                  </td>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">uncles to the King.</span>
                  </td>
               </tr>
            </table>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Hereford</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King Henry IV.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">DUKE OF AUMERLE, son to the Duke of York.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">THOMAS MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">DUKE OF SURREY</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">EARL OF SALISBURY</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LORD BERKELEY</span>
            </p>
            <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
               <tr>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">
                        <span class="personname">BUSHY</span>
                        <span class="personname">BAGOT</span>
                        <span class="personname">GREEN</span>
                     </span>
                  </td>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">servants to King Richard.</span>
                  </td>
               </tr>
            </table>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">HENRY PERCY, surnamed HOTSPUR, his son. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LORD ROSS</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LORD WILLOUGHBY</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LORD FITZWATER</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">BISHOP OF CARLISLE</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Abbot Of Westminster</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LORD MARSHAL</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">SIR STEPHEN SCROOP</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">SIR PIERCE OF EXTON</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Captain of a band of Welshmen. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">QUEEN to King Richard</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">DUCHESS OF YORK</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Lady attending on the Queen. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gardeners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants. </span>
            </p>
            <p>SCENE  England and Wales.</p>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  London. KING RICHARD II's palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  The DUKE OF LANCASTER'S palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  The lists at Coventry.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  The court.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  London. KING RICHARD II's palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING RICHARD II, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other
Nobles and Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,</div>
                     <div class="line">Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Here to make good the boisterous late appeal,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which then our leisure would not let us hear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">I have, my liege.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him,</div>
                     <div class="line">If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or worthily, as a good subject should,</div>
                     <div class="line">On some known ground of treachery in him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">As near as I could sift him on that argument,</div>
                     <div class="line">On some apparent danger seen in him</div>
                     <div class="line">Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Then call them to our presence; face to face,</div>
                     <div class="line">And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear</div>
                     <div class="line">The accuser and the accused freely speak:</div>
                     <div class="line">High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,</div>
                     <div class="line">In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and THOMAS MOWBRAY</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Many years of happy days befal</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">Each day still better other's happiness;</div>
                     <div class="line">Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,</div>
                     <div class="line">Add an immortal title to your crown!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">We thank you both: yet one but flatters us,</div>
                     <div class="line">As well appeareth by the cause you come;</div>
                     <div class="line">Namely to appeal each other of high treason.</div>
                     <div class="line">Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">First, heaven be the record to my speech!</div>
                     <div class="line">In the devotion of a subject's love,</div>
                     <div class="line">Tendering the precious safety of my prince,</div>
                     <div class="line">And free from other misbegotten hate,</div>
                     <div class="line">Come I appellant to this princely presence.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">And mark my greeting well; for what I speak</div>
                     <div class="line">My body shall make good upon this earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,</div>
                     <div class="line">Too good to be so and too bad to live,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,</div>
                     <div class="line">The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.</div>
                     <div class="line">Once more, the more to aggravate the note,</div>
                     <div class="line">With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat;</div>
                     <div class="line">And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move,</div>
                     <div class="line">What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,</div>
                     <div class="line">The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,</div>
                     <div class="line">Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;</div>
                     <div class="line">The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this:</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet can I not of such tame patience boast</div>
                     <div class="line">As to be hush'd and nought at all to say:</div>
                     <div class="line">First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me</div>
                     <div class="line">From giving reins and spurs to my free speech;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which else would post until it had return'd</div>
                     <div class="line">These terms of treason doubled down his throat.</div>
                     <div class="line">Setting aside his high blood's royalty,</div>
                     <div class="line">And let him be no kinsman to my liege,</div>
                     <div class="line">I do defy him, and I spit at him;</div>
                     <div class="line">Call him a slanderous coward and a villain:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which to maintain I would allow him odds,</div>
                     <div class="line">And meet him, were I tied to run afoot</div>
                     <div class="line">Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or any other ground inhabitable,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.</div>
                     <div class="line">Mean time let this defend my loyalty,</div>
                     <div class="line">By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,</div>
                     <div class="line">Disclaiming here the kindred of the king,</div>
                     <div class="line">And lay aside my high blood's royalty,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.</div>
                     <div class="line">If guilty dread have left thee so much strength</div>
                     <div class="line">As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop:</div>
                     <div class="line">By that and all the rites of knighthood else,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,</div>
                     <div class="line">What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">I take it up; and by that sword I swear</div>
                     <div class="line">Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll answer thee in any fair degree,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:</div>
                     <div class="line">And when I mount, alive may I not light,</div>
                     <div class="line">If I be traitor or unjustly fight!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?</div>
                     <div class="line">It must be great that can inherit us</div>
                     <div class="line">So much as of a thought of ill in him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true;</div>
                     <div class="line">That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles</div>
                     <div class="line">In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers,</div>
                     <div class="line">The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like a false traitor and injurious villain.</div>
                     <div class="line">Besides I say and will in battle prove,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever was survey'd by English eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">That all the treasons for these eighteen years</div>
                     <div class="line">Complotted and contrived in this land</div>
                     <div class="line">Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.</div>
                     <div class="line">Further I say and further will maintain</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon his bad life to make all this good,</div>
                     <div class="line">That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,</div>
                     <div class="line">And consequently, like a traitor coward,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">To me for justice and rough chastisement;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, by the glorious worth of my descent,</div>
                     <div class="line">This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">How high a pitch his resolution soars!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">O, let my sovereign turn away his face</div>
                     <div class="line">And bid his ears a little while be deaf,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till I have told this slander of his blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">How God and good men hate so foul a liar.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears:</div>
                     <div class="line">Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,</div>
                     <div class="line">As he is but my father's brother's son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow,</div>
                     <div class="line">Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood</div>
                     <div class="line">Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize</div>
                     <div class="line">The unstooping firmness of my upright soul:</div>
                     <div class="line">He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou:</div>
                     <div class="line">Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.</div>
                     <div class="line">Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais</div>
                     <div class="line">Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers;</div>
                     <div class="line">The other part reserved I by consent,</div>
                     <div class="line">For that my sovereign liege was in my debt</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon remainder of a dear account,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since last I went to France to fetch his queen:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's death,</div>
                     <div class="line">I slew him not; but to my own disgrace</div>
                     <div class="line">Neglected my sworn duty in that case.</div>
                     <div class="line">For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster,</div>
                     <div class="line">The honourable father to my foe</div>
                     <div class="line">Once did I lay an ambush for your life,</div>
                     <div class="line">A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul</div>
                     <div class="line">But ere I last received the sacrament</div>
                     <div class="line">I did confess it, and exactly begg'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it.</div>
                     <div class="line">This is my fault: as for the rest appeall'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">It issues from the rancour of a villain,</div>
                     <div class="line">A recreant and most degenerate traitor</div>
                     <div class="line">Which in myself I boldly will defend;</div>
                     <div class="line">And interchangeably hurl down my gage</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon this overweening traitor's foot,</div>
                     <div class="line">To prove myself a loyal gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom.</div>
                     <div class="line">In haste whereof, most heartily I pray</div>
                     <div class="line">Your highness to assign our trial day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me;</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's purge this choler without letting blood:</div>
                     <div class="line">This we prescribe, though no physician;</div>
                     <div class="line">Deep malice makes too deep incision;</div>
                     <div class="line">Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed;</div>
                     <div class="line">Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.</div>
                     <div class="line">Good uncle, let this end where it begun;</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">To be a make-peace shall become my age:</div>
                     <div class="line">Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">And, Norfolk, throw down his.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">When, Harry, when?</div>
                     <div class="line">Obedience bids I should not bid again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot.</div>
                     <div class="line">My life thou shalt command, but not my shame:</div>
                     <div class="line">The one my duty owes; but my fair name,</div>
                     <div class="line">Despite of death that lives upon my grave,</div>
                     <div class="line">To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear,</div>
                     <div class="line">The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood</div>
                     <div class="line">Which breathed this poison.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Rage must be withstood:</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame.</div>
                     <div class="line">And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">The purest treasure mortal times afford</div>
                     <div class="line">Is spotless reputation: that away,</div>
                     <div class="line">Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.</div>
                     <div class="line">A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest</div>
                     <div class="line">Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:</div>
                     <div class="line">Take honour from me, and my life is done:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;</div>
                     <div class="line">In that I live and for that will I die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, God defend my soul from such deep sin!</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height</div>
                     <div class="line">Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear</div>
                     <div class="line">The slavish motive of recanting fear,</div>
                     <div class="line">And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit JOHN OF GAUNT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">We were not born to sue, but to command;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which since we cannot do to make you friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,</div>
                     <div class="line">At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day:</div>
                     <div class="line">There shall your swords and lances arbitrate</div>
                     <div class="line">The swelling difference of your settled hate:</div>
                     <div class="line">Since we can not atone you, we shall see</div>
                     <div class="line">Justice design the victor's chivalry.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord marshal, command our officers at arms</div>
                     <div class="line">Be ready to direct these home alarms.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  The DUKE OF LANCASTER'S palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JOHN OF GAUNT with DUCHESS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth more solicit me than your exclaims,</div>
                     <div class="line">To stir against the butchers of his life!</div>
                     <div class="line">But since correction lieth in those hands</div>
                     <div class="line">Which made the fault that we cannot correct,</div>
                     <div class="line">Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS</div>
                     <div class="line">Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?</div>
                     <div class="line">Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,</div>
                     <div class="line">Were as seven vials of his sacred blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or seven fair branches springing from one root:</div>
                     <div class="line">Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,</div>
                     <div class="line">Some of those branches by the Destinies cut;</div>
                     <div class="line">But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,</div>
                     <div class="line">One vial full of Edward's sacred blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">One flourishing branch of his most royal root,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded,</div>
                     <div class="line">By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! that bed, that womb,</div>
                     <div class="line">That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee</div>
                     <div class="line">Made him a man; and though thou livest and breathest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent</div>
                     <div class="line">In some large measure to thy father's death,</div>
                     <div class="line">In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who was the model of thy father's life.</div>
                     <div class="line">Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:</div>
                     <div class="line">In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life,</div>
                     <div class="line">Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">That which in mean men we intitle patience</div>
                     <div class="line">Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.</div>
                     <div class="line">What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life,</div>
                     <div class="line">The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute,</div>
                     <div class="line">His deputy anointed in His sight,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath caused his death: the which if wrongfully,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift</div>
                     <div class="line">An angry arm against His minister.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS</div>
                     <div class="line">Where then, alas, may I complain myself?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">To God, the widow's champion and defence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold</div>
                     <div class="line">Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear,</div>
                     <div class="line">That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, if misfortune miss the first career,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom,</div>
                     <div class="line">They may break his foaming courser's back,</div>
                     <div class="line">And throw the rider headlong in the lists,</div>
                     <div class="line">A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford!</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's wife</div>
                     <div class="line">With her companion grief must end her life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry:</div>
                     <div class="line">As much good stay with thee as go with me!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not with the empty hollowness, but weight:</div>
                     <div class="line">I take my leave before I have begun,</div>
                     <div class="line">For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.</div>
                     <div class="line">Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so;</div>
                     <div class="line">Though this be all, do not so quickly go;</div>
                     <div class="line">I shall remember more. Bid him--ah, what?--</div>
                     <div class="line">With all good speed at Plashy visit me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack, and what shall good old York there see</div>
                     <div class="line">But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?</div>
                     <div class="line">And what hear there for welcome but my groans?</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore commend me; let him not come there,</div>
                     <div class="line">To seek out sorrow that dwells every where.</div>
                     <div class="line">Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die:</div>
                     <div class="line">The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  The lists at Coventry.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                     <div class="line">My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                     <div class="line">The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay</div>
                     <div class="line">For nothing but his majesty's approach.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>The trumpets sound, and KING RICHARD enters with
his nobles, JOHN OF GAUNT, BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN, and
others. When they are set, enter THOMAS MOWBRAY in
arms, defendant, with a Herald</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Marshal, demand of yonder champion</div>
                     <div class="line">The cause of his arrival here in arms:</div>
                     <div class="line">Ask him his name and orderly proceed</div>
                     <div class="line">To swear him in the justice of his cause.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                     <div class="line">In God's name and the king's, say who thou art</div>
                     <div class="line">And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel:</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;</div>
                     <div class="line">As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who hither come engaged by my oath--</div>
                     <div class="line">Which God defend a knight should violate!--</div>
                     <div class="line">Both to defend my loyalty and truth</div>
                     <div class="line">To God, my king and my succeeding issue,</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me</div>
                     <div class="line">And, by the grace of God and this mine arm,</div>
                     <div class="line">To prove him, in defending of myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">A traitor to my God, my king, and me:</div>
                     <div class="line">And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE,
appellant, in armour, with a Herald</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">Both who he is and why he cometh hither</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus plated in habiliments of war,</div>
                     <div class="line">And formally, according to our law,</div>
                     <div class="line">Depose him in the justice of his cause.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                     <div class="line">What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before King Richard in his royal lists?</div>
                     <div class="line">Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel?</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby</div>
                     <div class="line">Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour,</div>
                     <div class="line">In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,</div>
                     <div class="line">That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous,</div>
                     <div class="line">To God of heaven, King Richard and to me;</div>
                     <div class="line">And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                     <div class="line">On pain of death, no person be so bold</div>
                     <div class="line">Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists,</div>
                     <div class="line">Except the marshal and such officers</div>
                     <div class="line">Appointed to direct these fair designs.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bow my knee before his majesty:</div>
                     <div class="line">For Mowbray and myself are like two men</div>
                     <div class="line">That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then let us take a ceremonious leave</div>
                     <div class="line">And loving farewell of our several friends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                     <div class="line">The appellant in all duty greets your highness,</div>
                     <div class="line">And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">We will descend and fold him in our arms.</div>
                     <div class="line">Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,</div>
                     <div class="line">So be thy fortune in this royal fight!</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">O let no noble eye profane a tear</div>
                     <div class="line">For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear:</div>
                     <div class="line">As confident as is the falcon's flight</div>
                     <div class="line">Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.</div>
                     <div class="line">My loving lord, I take my leave of you;</div>
                     <div class="line">Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;</div>
                     <div class="line">Not sick, although I have to do with death,</div>
                     <div class="line">But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet</div>
                     <div class="line">The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet:</div>
                     <div class="line">O thou, the earthly author of my blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up</div>
                     <div class="line">To reach at victory above my head,</div>
                     <div class="line">Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;</div>
                     <div class="line">And with thy blessings steel my lance's point,</div>
                     <div class="line">That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat,</div>
                     <div class="line">And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even in the lusty havior of his son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">God in thy good cause make thee prosperous!</div>
                     <div class="line">Be swift like lightning in the execution;</div>
                     <div class="line">And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,</div>
                     <div class="line">Fall like amazing thunder on the casque</div>
                     <div class="line">Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:</div>
                     <div class="line">Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">However God or fortune cast my lot,</div>
                     <div class="line">There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne,</div>
                     <div class="line">A loyal, just and upright gentleman:</div>
                     <div class="line">Never did captive with a freer heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace</div>
                     <div class="line">His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement,</div>
                     <div class="line">More than my dancing soul doth celebrate</div>
                     <div class="line">This feast of battle with mine adversary.</div>
                     <div class="line">Most mighty liege, and my companion peers,</div>
                     <div class="line">Take from my mouth the wish of happy years:</div>
                     <div class="line">As gentle and as jocund as to jest</div>
                     <div class="line">Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, my lord: securely I espy</div>
                     <div class="line">Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.</div>
                     <div class="line">Order the trial, marshal, and begin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                     <div class="line">Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,</div>
                     <div class="line">Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                     <div class="line">Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Herald</div>
                     <div class="line">Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself,</div>
                     <div class="line">On pain to be found false and recreant,</div>
                     <div class="line">To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,</div>
                     <div class="line">A traitor to his God, his king and him;</div>
                     <div class="line">And dares him to set forward to the fight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Herald</div>
                     <div class="line">Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,</div>
                     <div class="line">On pain to be found false and recreant,</div>
                     <div class="line">Both to defend himself and to approve</div>
                     <div class="line">Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,</div>
                     <div class="line">To God, his sovereign and to him disloyal;</div>
                     <div class="line">Courageously and with a free desire</div>
                     <div class="line">Attending but the signal to begin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                     <div class="line">Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.</div>
                     <p>A charge sounded</p>
                     <div class="line">Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,</div>
                     <div class="line">And both return back to their chairs again:</div>
                     <div class="line">Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound</div>
                     <div class="line">While we return these dukes what we decree.</div>
                     <p>A long flourish</p>
                     <div class="line">Draw near,</div>
                     <div class="line">And list what with our council we have done.</div>
                     <div class="line">For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With that dear blood which it hath fostered;</div>
                     <div class="line">And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect</div>
                     <div class="line">Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' sword;</div>
                     <div class="line">And for we think the eagle-winged pride</div>
                     <div class="line">Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,</div>
                     <div class="line">With rival-hating envy, set on you</div>
                     <div class="line">To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle</div>
                     <div class="line">Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which so roused up with boisterous untuned drums,</div>
                     <div class="line">With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray,</div>
                     <div class="line">And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace</div>
                     <div class="line">And make us wade even in our kindred's blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, we banish you our territories:</div>
                     <div class="line">You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall not regreet our fair dominions,</div>
                     <div class="line">But tread the stranger paths of banishment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Your will be done: this must my comfort be,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sun that warms you here shall shine on me;</div>
                     <div class="line">And those his golden beams to you here lent</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall point on me and gild my banishment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:</div>
                     <div class="line">The sly slow hours shall not determinate</div>
                     <div class="line">The dateless limit of thy dear exile;</div>
                     <div class="line">The hopeless word of 'never to return'</div>
                     <div class="line">Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth:</div>
                     <div class="line">A dearer merit, not so deep a maim</div>
                     <div class="line">As to be cast forth in the common air,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I deserved at your highness' hands.</div>
                     <div class="line">The language I have learn'd these forty years,</div>
                     <div class="line">My native English, now I must forego:</div>
                     <div class="line">And now my tongue's use is to me no more</div>
                     <div class="line">Than an unstringed viol or a harp,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or like a cunning instrument cased up,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, being open, put into his hands</div>
                     <div class="line">That knows no touch to tune the harmony:</div>
                     <div class="line">Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips;</div>
                     <div class="line">And dull unfeeling barren ignorance</div>
                     <div class="line">Is made my gaoler to attend on me.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,</div>
                     <div class="line">Too far in years to be a pupil now:</div>
                     <div class="line">What is thy sentence then but speechless death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">It boots thee not to be compassionate:</div>
                     <div class="line">After our sentence plaining comes too late.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">Then thus I turn me from my country's light,</div>
                     <div class="line">To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Return again, and take an oath with thee.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands;</div>
                     <div class="line">Swear by the duty that you owe to God--</div>
                     <div class="line">Our part therein we banish with yourselves--</div>
                     <div class="line">To keep the oath that we administer:</div>
                     <div class="line">You never shall, so help you truth and God!</div>
                     <div class="line">Embrace each other's love in banishment;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor never look upon each other's face;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile</div>
                     <div class="line">This louring tempest of your home-bred hate;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor never by advised purpose meet</div>
                     <div class="line">To plot, contrive, or complot any ill</div>
                     <div class="line">'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">I swear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">And I, to keep all this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:--</div>
                     <div class="line">By this time, had the king permitted us,</div>
                     <div class="line">One of our souls had wander'd in the air.</div>
                     <div class="line">Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh,</div>
                     <div class="line">As now our flesh is banish'd from this land:</div>
                     <div class="line">Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm;</div>
                     <div class="line">Since thou hast far to go, bear not along</div>
                     <div class="line">The clogging burthen of a guilty soul.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                     <div class="line">No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor,</div>
                     <div class="line">My name be blotted from the book of life,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I from heaven banish'd as from hence!</div>
                     <div class="line">But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know;</div>
                     <div class="line">And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue.</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray;</div>
                     <div class="line">Save back to England, all the world's my way.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath from the number of his banish'd years</div>
                     <div class="line">Pluck'd four away.</div>
                     <p>To HENRY BOLINGBROKE</p>
                     <div class="line">Six frozen winter spent,</div>
                     <div class="line">Return with welcome home from banishment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">How long a time lies in one little word!</div>
                     <div class="line">Four lagging winters and four wanton springs</div>
                     <div class="line">End in a word: such is the breath of kings.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">I thank my liege, that in regard of me</div>
                     <div class="line">He shortens four years of my son's exile:</div>
                     <div class="line">But little vantage shall I reap thereby;</div>
                     <div class="line">For, ere the six years that he hath to spend</div>
                     <div class="line">Can change their moons and bring their times about</div>
                     <div class="line">My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall be extinct with age and endless night;</div>
                     <div class="line">My inch of taper will be burnt and done,</div>
                     <div class="line">And blindfold death not let me see my son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Why uncle, thou hast many years to live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">But not a minute, king, that thou canst give:</div>
                     <div class="line">Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,</div>
                     <div class="line">And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,</div>
                     <div class="line">But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy word is current with him for my death,</div>
                     <div class="line">But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy son is banish'd upon good advice,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave:</div>
                     <div class="line">Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.</div>
                     <div class="line">You urged me as a judge; but I had rather</div>
                     <div class="line">You would have bid me argue like a father.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, had it been a stranger, not my child,</div>
                     <div class="line">To smooth his fault I should have been more mild:</div>
                     <div class="line">A partial slander sought I to avoid,</div>
                     <div class="line">And in the sentence my own life destroy'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, I look'd when some of you should say,</div>
                     <div class="line">I was too strict to make mine own away;</div>
                     <div class="line">But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">Against my will to do myself this wrong.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so:</div>
                     <div class="line">Six years we banish him, and he shall go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know,</div>
                     <div class="line">From where you do remain let paper show.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride,</div>
                     <div class="line">As far as land will let me, by your side.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">I have too few to take my leave of you,</div>
                     <div class="line">When the tongue's office should be prodigal</div>
                     <div class="line">To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Joy absent, grief is present for that time.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">What is six winters? they are quickly gone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">The sullen passage of thy weary steps</div>
                     <div class="line">Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set</div>
                     <div class="line">The precious jewel of thy home return.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make</div>
                     <div class="line">Will but remember me what a deal of world</div>
                     <div class="line">I wander from the jewels that I love.</div>
                     <div class="line">Must I not serve a long apprenticehood</div>
                     <div class="line">To foreign passages, and in the end,</div>
                     <div class="line">Having my freedom, boast of nothing else</div>
                     <div class="line">But that I was a journeyman to grief?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">All places that the eye of heaven visits</div>
                     <div class="line">Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.</div>
                     <div class="line">Teach thy necessity to reason thus;</div>
                     <div class="line">There is no virtue like necessity.</div>
                     <div class="line">Think not the king did banish thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour</div>
                     <div class="line">And not the king exiled thee; or suppose</div>
                     <div class="line">Devouring pestilence hangs in our air</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou art flying to a fresher clime:</div>
                     <div class="line">Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it</div>
                     <div class="line">To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou comest:</div>
                     <div class="line">Suppose the singing birds musicians,</div>
                     <div class="line">The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more</div>
                     <div class="line">Than a delightful measure or a dance;</div>
                     <div class="line">For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite</div>
                     <div class="line">The man that mocks at it and sets it light.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, who can hold a fire in his hand</div>
                     <div class="line">By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite</div>
                     <div class="line">By bare imagination of a feast?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or wallow naked in December snow</div>
                     <div class="line">By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, no! the apprehension of the good</div>
                     <div class="line">Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:</div>
                     <div class="line">Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more</div>
                     <div class="line">Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way:</div>
                     <div class="line">Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu;</div>
                     <div class="line">My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!</div>
                     <div class="line">Where'er I wander, boast of this I can,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  The court.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING RICHARD II, with BAGOT and GREEN at one
door; and the DUKE OF AUMERLE at another</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,</div>
                     <div class="line">How far brought you high Hereford on his way?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,</div>
                     <div class="line">But to the next highway, and there I left him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">And say, what store of parting tears were shed?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which then blew bitterly against our faces,</div>
                     <div class="line">Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance</div>
                     <div class="line">Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">What said our cousin when you parted with him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">'Farewell:'</div>
                     <div class="line">And, for my heart disdained that my tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">Should so profane the word, that taught me craft</div>
                     <div class="line">To counterfeit oppression of such grief</div>
                     <div class="line">That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, would the word 'farewell' have lengthen'd hours</div>
                     <div class="line">And added years to his short banishment,</div>
                     <div class="line">He should have had a volume of farewells;</div>
                     <div class="line">But since it would not, he had none of me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,</div>
                     <div class="line">When time shall call him home from banishment,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green</div>
                     <div class="line">Observed his courtship to the common people;</div>
                     <div class="line">How he did seem to dive into their hearts</div>
                     <div class="line">With humble and familiar courtesy,</div>
                     <div class="line">What reverence he did throw away on slaves,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles</div>
                     <div class="line">And patient underbearing of his fortune,</div>
                     <div class="line">As 'twere to banish their affects with him.</div>
                     <div class="line">Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;</div>
                     <div class="line">A brace of draymen bid God speed him well</div>
                     <div class="line">And had the tribute of his supple knee,</div>
                     <div class="line">With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;'</div>
                     <div class="line">As were our England in reversion his,</div>
                     <div class="line">And he our subjects' next degree in hope.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,</div>
                     <div class="line">Expedient manage must be made, my liege,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere further leisure yield them further means</div>
                     <div class="line">For their advantage and your highness' loss.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">We will ourself in person to this war:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, for our coffers, with too great a court</div>
                     <div class="line">And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,</div>
                     <div class="line">We are inforced to farm our royal realm;</div>
                     <div class="line">The revenue whereof shall furnish us</div>
                     <div class="line">For our affairs in hand: if that come short,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,</div>
                     <div class="line">They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold</div>
                     <div class="line">And send them after to supply our wants;</div>
                     <div class="line">For we will make for Ireland presently.</div>
                     <p>Enter BUSHY</p>
                     <div class="line">Bushy, what news?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste</div>
                     <div class="line">To entreat your majesty to visit him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Where lies he?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">At Ely House.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Now put it, God, in the physician's mind</div>
                     <div class="line">To help him to his grave immediately!</div>
                     <div class="line">The lining of his coffers shall make coats</div>
                     <div class="line">To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him:</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray God we may make haste, and come too late!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">All</div>
                     <div class="line">Amen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.4">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 2. ACT II</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Ely House.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  The palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  Wilds in Gloucestershire.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  A camp in Wales.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Ely House.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JOHN OF GAUNT sick, with the DUKE OF YORK,
&c</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">Will the king come, that I may breathe my last</div>
                     <div class="line">In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath;</div>
                     <div class="line">For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">O, but they say the tongues of dying men</div>
                     <div class="line">Enforce attention like deep harmony:</div>
                     <div class="line">Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,</div>
                     <div class="line">For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.</div>
                     <div class="line">He that no more must say is listen'd more</div>
                     <div class="line">Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose;</div>
                     <div class="line">More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:</div>
                     <div class="line">The setting sun, and music at the close,</div>
                     <div class="line">As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,</div>
                     <div class="line">Writ in remembrance more than things long past:</div>
                     <div class="line">Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear,</div>
                     <div class="line">My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">No; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds,</div>
                     <div class="line">As praises, of whose taste the wise are fond,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound</div>
                     <div class="line">The open ear of youth doth always listen;</div>
                     <div class="line">Report of fashions in proud Italy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose manners still our tardy apish nation</div>
                     <div class="line">Limps after in base imitation.</div>
                     <div class="line">Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity--</div>
                     <div class="line">So it be new, there's no respect how vile--</div>
                     <div class="line">That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?</div>
                     <div class="line">Then all too late comes counsel to be heard,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard.</div>
                     <div class="line">Direct not him whose way himself will choose:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">Methinks I am a prophet new inspired</div>
                     <div class="line">And thus expiring do foretell of him:</div>
                     <div class="line">His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,</div>
                     <div class="line">For violent fires soon burn out themselves;</div>
                     <div class="line">Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;</div>
                     <div class="line">He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;</div>
                     <div class="line">With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:</div>
                     <div class="line">Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,</div>
                     <div class="line">Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.</div>
                     <div class="line">This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,</div>
                     <div class="line">This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,</div>
                     <div class="line">This other Eden, demi-paradise,</div>
                     <div class="line">This fortress built by Nature for herself</div>
                     <div class="line">Against infection and the hand of war,</div>
                     <div class="line">This happy breed of men, this little world,</div>
                     <div class="line">This precious stone set in the silver sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which serves it in the office of a wall,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or as a moat defensive to a house,</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the envy of less happier lands,</div>
                     <div class="line">This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,</div>
                     <div class="line">This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Renowned for their deeds as far from home,</div>
                     <div class="line">For Christian service and true chivalry,</div>
                     <div class="line">As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,</div>
                     <div class="line">This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,</div>
                     <div class="line">Dear for her reputation through the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like to a tenement or pelting farm:</div>
                     <div class="line">England, bound in with the triumphant sea</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege</div>
                     <div class="line">Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:</div>
                     <div class="line">That England, that was wont to conquer others,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,</div>
                     <div class="line">How happy then were my ensuing death!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING RICHARD II and QUEEN, DUKE OF AUMERLE,
BUSHY, GREEN, BAGOT, LORD ROSS, and LORD
WILLOUGHBY</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">The king is come: deal mildly with his youth;</div>
                     <div class="line">For young hot colts being raged do rage the more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">What comfort, man? how is't with aged Gaunt?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">O how that name befits my composition!</div>
                     <div class="line">Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old:</div>
                     <div class="line">Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast;</div>
                     <div class="line">And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt?</div>
                     <div class="line">For sleeping England long time have I watch'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt:</div>
                     <div class="line">The pleasure that some fathers feed upon,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is my strict fast; I mean, my children's looks;</div>
                     <div class="line">And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt:</div>
                     <div class="line">Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Can sick men play so nicely with their names?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">No, misery makes sport to mock itself:</div>
                     <div class="line">Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me,</div>
                     <div class="line">I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Should dying men flatter with those that live?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">No, no, men living flatter those that die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">O, no! thou diest, though I the sicker be.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">Now He that made me knows I see thee ill;</div>
                     <div class="line">Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou, too careless patient as thou art,</div>
                     <div class="line">Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure</div>
                     <div class="line">Of those physicians that first wounded thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose compass is no bigger than thy head;</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet, incaged in so small a verge,</div>
                     <div class="line">The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, had thy grandsire with a prophet's eye</div>
                     <div class="line">Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">Deposing thee before thou wert possess'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which art possess'd now to depose thyself.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">It were a shame to let this land by lease;</div>
                     <div class="line">But for thy world enjoying but this land,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it not more than shame to shame it so?</div>
                     <div class="line">Landlord of England art thou now, not king:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; And thou--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">A lunatic lean-witted fool,</div>
                     <div class="line">Presuming on an ague's privilege,</div>
                     <div class="line">Darest with thy frozen admonition</div>
                     <div class="line">Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood</div>
                     <div class="line">With fury from his native residence.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by my seat's right royal majesty,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son,</div>
                     <div class="line">This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head</div>
                     <div class="line">Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                     <div class="line">O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son,</div>
                     <div class="line">For that I was his father Edward's son;</div>
                     <div class="line">That blood already, like the pelican,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast thou tapp'd out and drunkenly caroused:</div>
                     <div class="line">My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom fair befal in heaven 'mongst happy souls!</div>
                     <div class="line">May be a precedent and witness good</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood:</div>
                     <div class="line">Join with the present sickness that I have;</div>
                     <div class="line">And thy unkindness be like crooked age,</div>
                     <div class="line">To crop at once a too long wither'd flower.</div>
                     <div class="line">Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!</div>
                     <div class="line">These words hereafter thy tormentors be!</div>
                     <div class="line">Convey me to my bed, then to my grave:</div>
                     <div class="line">Love they to live that love and honour have.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit, borne off by his Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">And let them die that age and sullens have;</div>
                     <div class="line">For both hast thou, and both become the grave.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">I do beseech your majesty, impute his words</div>
                     <div class="line">To wayward sickliness and age in him:</div>
                     <div class="line">He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear</div>
                     <div class="line">As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his;</div>
                     <div class="line">As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter NORTHUMBERLAND</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">What says he?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, nothing; all is said</div>
                     <div class="line">His tongue is now a stringless instrument;</div>
                     <div class="line">Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!</div>
                     <div class="line">Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;</div>
                     <div class="line">His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.</div>
                     <div class="line">So much for that. Now for our Irish wars:</div>
                     <div class="line">We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which live like venom where no venom else</div>
                     <div class="line">But only they have privilege to live.</div>
                     <div class="line">And for these great affairs do ask some charge,</div>
                     <div class="line">Towards our assistance we do seize to us</div>
                     <div class="line">The plate, corn, revenues and moveables,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">How long shall I be patient? ah, how long</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?</div>
                     <div class="line">Not Gloucester's death, nor Hereford's banishment</div>
                     <div class="line">Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke</div>
                     <div class="line">About his marriage, nor my own disgrace,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have ever made me sour my patient cheek,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am the last of noble Edward's sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first:</div>
                     <div class="line">In war was never lion raged more fierce,</div>
                     <div class="line">In peace was never gentle lamb more mild,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than was that young and princely gentleman.</div>
                     <div class="line">His face thou hast, for even so look'd he,</div>
                     <div class="line">Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours;</div>
                     <div class="line">But when he frown'd, it was against the French</div>
                     <div class="line">And not against his friends; his noble hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Did will what he did spend and spent not that</div>
                     <div class="line">Which his triumphant father's hand had won;</div>
                     <div class="line">His hands were guilty of no kindred blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">But bloody with the enemies of his kin.</div>
                     <div class="line">O Richard! York is too far gone with grief,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else he never would compare between.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, uncle, what's the matter?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">O my liege,</div>
                     <div class="line">Pardon me, if you please; if not, I, pleased</div>
                     <div class="line">Not to be pardon'd, am content withal.</div>
                     <div class="line">Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands</div>
                     <div class="line">The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not Gaunt dead, and doth not Hereford live?</div>
                     <div class="line">Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true?</div>
                     <div class="line">Did not the one deserve to have an heir?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not his heir a well-deserving son?</div>
                     <div class="line">Take Hereford's rights away, and take from Time</div>
                     <div class="line">His charters and his customary rights;</div>
                     <div class="line">Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day;</div>
                     <div class="line">Be not thyself; for how art thou a king</div>
                     <div class="line">But by fair sequence and succession?</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, afore God--God forbid I say true!--</div>
                     <div class="line">If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,</div>
                     <div class="line">Call in the letters patent that he hath</div>
                     <div class="line">By his attorneys-general to sue</div>
                     <div class="line">His livery, and deny his offer'd homage,</div>
                     <div class="line">You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,</div>
                     <div class="line">You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts</div>
                     <div class="line">And prick my tender patience, to those thoughts</div>
                     <div class="line">Which honour and allegiance cannot think.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Think what you will, we seize into our hands</div>
                     <div class="line">His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll not be by the while: my liege, farewell:</div>
                     <div class="line">What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell;</div>
                     <div class="line">But by bad courses may be understood</div>
                     <div class="line">That their events can never fall out good.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight:</div>
                     <div class="line">Bid him repair to us to Ely House</div>
                     <div class="line">To see this business. To-morrow next</div>
                     <div class="line">We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow:</div>
                     <div class="line">And we create, in absence of ourself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our uncle York lord governor of England;</div>
                     <div class="line">For he is just and always loved us well.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part;</div>
                     <div class="line">Be merry, for our time of stay is short</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II, QUEEN, DUKE OF
AUMERLE, BUSHY, GREEN, and BAGOT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">And living too; for now his son is duke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                     <div class="line">Barely in title, not in revenue.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Richly in both, if justice had her right.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">My heart is great; but it must break with silence,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more</div>
                     <div class="line">That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                     <div class="line">Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford?</div>
                     <div class="line">If it be so, out with it boldly, man;</div>
                     <div class="line">Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">No good at all that I can do for him;</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless you call it good to pity him,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne</div>
                     <div class="line">In him, a royal prince, and many moe</div>
                     <div class="line">Of noble blood in this declining land.</div>
                     <div class="line">The king is not himself, but basely led</div>
                     <div class="line">By flatterers; and what they will inform,</div>
                     <div class="line">Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all,</div>
                     <div class="line">That will the king severely prosecute</div>
                     <div class="line">'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes,</div>
                     <div class="line">And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined</div>
                     <div class="line">For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                     <div class="line">And daily new exactions are devised,</div>
                     <div class="line">As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what:</div>
                     <div class="line">But what, o' God's name, doth become of this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not,</div>
                     <div class="line">But basely yielded upon compromise</div>
                     <div class="line">That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows:</div>
                     <div class="line">More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                     <div class="line">The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">He hath not money for these Irish wars,</div>
                     <div class="line">His burthenous taxations notwithstanding,</div>
                     <div class="line">But by the robbing of the banish'd duke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">His noble kinsman: most degenerate king!</div>
                     <div class="line">But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet see no shelter to avoid the storm;</div>
                     <div class="line">We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet we strike not, but securely perish.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">We see the very wreck that we must suffer;</div>
                     <div class="line">And unavoided is the danger now,</div>
                     <div class="line">For suffering so the causes of our wreck.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death</div>
                     <div class="line">I spy life peering; but I dare not say</div>
                     <div class="line">How near the tidings of our comfort is.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">Be confident to speak, Northumberland:</div>
                     <div class="line">We three are but thyself; and, speaking so,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Then thus: I have from Port le Blanc, a bay</div>
                     <div class="line">In Brittany, received intelligence</div>
                     <div class="line">That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord Cobham,</div>
                     <div class="line">That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,</div>
                     <div class="line">His brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton and Francis Quoint,</div>
                     <div class="line">All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Bretagne</div>
                     <div class="line">With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are making hither with all due expedience</div>
                     <div class="line">And shortly mean to touch our northern shore:</div>
                     <div class="line">Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay</div>
                     <div class="line">The first departing of the king for Ireland.</div>
                     <div class="line">If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,</div>
                     <div class="line">Imp out our drooping country's broken wing,</div>
                     <div class="line">Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt</div>
                     <div class="line">And make high majesty look like itself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh;</div>
                     <div class="line">But if you faint, as fearing to do so,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay and be secret, and myself will go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  The palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter QUEEN, BUSHY, and BAGOT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, your majesty is too much sad:</div>
                     <div class="line">You promised, when you parted with the king,</div>
                     <div class="line">To lay aside life-harming heaviness</div>
                     <div class="line">And entertain a cheerful disposition.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">To please the king I did; to please myself</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot do it; yet I know no cause</div>
                     <div class="line">Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,</div>
                     <div class="line">Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest</div>
                     <div class="line">As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is coming towards me, and my inward soul</div>
                     <div class="line">With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves,</div>
                     <div class="line">More than with parting from my lord the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;</div>
                     <div class="line">For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">Divides one thing entire to many objects;</div>
                     <div class="line">Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon</div>
                     <div class="line">Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry</div>
                     <div class="line">Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,</div>
                     <div class="line">Looking awry upon your lord's departure,</div>
                     <div class="line">Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows</div>
                     <div class="line">Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,</div>
                     <div class="line">More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which for things true weeps things imaginary.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">It may be so; but yet my inward soul</div>
                     <div class="line">Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be,</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad</div>
                     <div class="line">As, though on thinking on no thought I think,</div>
                     <div class="line">Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived</div>
                     <div class="line">From some forefather grief; mine is not so,</div>
                     <div class="line">For nothing had begot my something grief;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis in reversion that I do possess;</div>
                     <div class="line">But what it is, that is not yet known; what</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter GREEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                     <div class="line">God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen:</div>
                     <div class="line">I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is;</div>
                     <div class="line">For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                     <div class="line">That he, our hope, might have retired his power,</div>
                     <div class="line">And driven into despair an enemy's hope,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who strongly hath set footing in this land:</div>
                     <div class="line">The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with uplifted arms is safe arrived</div>
                     <div class="line">At Ravenspurgh.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Now God in heaven forbid!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,</div>
                     <div class="line">The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy,</div>
                     <div class="line">The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,</div>
                     <div class="line">With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland</div>
                     <div class="line">And all the rest revolted faction traitors?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                     <div class="line">We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all the household servants fled with him</div>
                     <div class="line">To Bolingbroke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,</div>
                     <div class="line">And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">Despair not, madam.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Who shall hinder me?</div>
                     <div class="line">I will despair, and be at enmity</div>
                     <div class="line">With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,</div>
                     <div class="line">A parasite, a keeper back of death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which false hope lingers in extremity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DUKE OF YORK</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Here comes the Duke of York.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">With signs of war about his aged neck:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, full of careful business are his looks!</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts:</div>
                     <div class="line">Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.</div>
                     <div class="line">Your husband, he is gone to save far off,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst others come to make him lose at home:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here am I left to underprop his land,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;</div>
                     <div class="line">Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Servant</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, your son was gone before I came.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">He was? Why, so! go all which way it will!</div>
                     <div class="line">The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester;</div>
                     <div class="line">Bid her send me presently a thousand pound:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold, take my ring.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship,</div>
                     <div class="line">To-day, as I came by, I called there;</div>
                     <div class="line">But I shall grieve you to report the rest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">What is't, knave?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">An hour before I came, the duchess died.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">God for his mercy! what a tide of woes</div>
                     <div class="line">Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!</div>
                     <div class="line">I know not what to do: I would to God,</div>
                     <div class="line">So my untruth had not provoked him to it,</div>
                     <div class="line">The king had cut off my head with my brother's.</div>
                     <div class="line">What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland?</div>
                     <div class="line">How shall we do for money for these wars?</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, sister,--cousin, I would say--pray, pardon me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts</div>
                     <div class="line">And bring away the armour that is there.</div>
                     <p>Exit Servant</p>
                     <div class="line">Gentlemen, will you go muster men?</div>
                     <div class="line">If I know how or which way to order these affairs</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus thrust disorderly into my hands,</div>
                     <div class="line">Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen:</div>
                     <div class="line">The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath</div>
                     <div class="line">And duty bids defend; the other again</div>
                     <div class="line">Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll</div>
                     <div class="line">Dispose of you.</div>
                     <div class="line">Gentlemen, go, muster up your men,</div>
                     <div class="line">And meet me presently at Berkeley.</div>
                     <div class="line">I should to Plashy too;</div>
                     <div class="line">But time will not permit: all is uneven,</div>
                     <div class="line">And every thing is left at six and seven.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt DUKE OF YORK and QUEEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland,</div>
                     <div class="line">But none returns. For us to levy power</div>
                     <div class="line">Proportionable to the enemy</div>
                     <div class="line">Is all unpossible.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Besides, our nearness to the king in love</div>
                     <div class="line">Is near the hate of those love not the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BAGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">And that's the wavering commons: for their love</div>
                     <div class="line">Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them</div>
                     <div class="line">By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BAGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">If judgement lie in them, then so do we,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because we ever have been near the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle:</div>
                     <div class="line">The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">Thither will I with you; for little office</div>
                     <div class="line">The hateful commons will perform for us,</div>
                     <div class="line">Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.</div>
                     <div class="line">Will you go along with us?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BAGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">No; I will to Ireland to his majesty.</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain,</div>
                     <div class="line">We three here art that ne'er shall meet again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes</div>
                     <div class="line">Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry:</div>
                     <div class="line">Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, we may meet again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BAGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">I fear me, never.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Wilds in Gloucestershire.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Believe me, noble lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:</div>
                     <div class="line">These high wild hills and rough uneven ways</div>
                     <div class="line">Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,</div>
                     <div class="line">Making the hard way sweet and delectable.</div>
                     <div class="line">But I bethink me what a weary way</div>
                     <div class="line">From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found</div>
                     <div class="line">In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled</div>
                     <div class="line">The tediousness and process of my travel:</div>
                     <div class="line">But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have</div>
                     <div class="line">The present benefit which I possess;</div>
                     <div class="line">And hope to joy is little less in joy</div>
                     <div class="line">Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done</div>
                     <div class="line">By sight of what I have, your noble company.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Of much less value is my company</div>
                     <div class="line">Than your good words. But who comes here?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter HENRY PERCY</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">It is my son, young Harry Percy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.</div>
                     <div class="line">Harry, how fares your uncle?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, is he not with the queen?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court,</div>
                     <div class="line">Broken his staff of office and dispersed</div>
                     <div class="line">The household of the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">What was his reason?</div>
                     <div class="line">He was not so resolved when last we spake together.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.</div>
                     <div class="line">But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh,</div>
                     <div class="line">To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,</div>
                     <div class="line">And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover</div>
                     <div class="line">What power the Duke of York had levied there;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">No, my good lord, for that is not forgot</div>
                     <div class="line">Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge,</div>
                     <div class="line">I never in my life did look on him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Then learn to know him now; this is the duke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious lord, I tender you my service,</div>
                     <div class="line">Such as it is, being tender, raw and young:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which elder days shall ripen and confirm</div>
                     <div class="line">To more approved service and desert.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure</div>
                     <div class="line">I count myself in nothing else so happy</div>
                     <div class="line">As in a soul remembering my good friends;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,</div>
                     <div class="line">It shall be still thy true love's recompense:</div>
                     <div class="line">My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir</div>
                     <div class="line">Keeps good old York there with his men of war?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,</div>
                     <div class="line">Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard;</div>
                     <div class="line">And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour;</div>
                     <div class="line">None else of name and noble estimate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LORD ROSS and LORD WILLOUGHBY</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues</div>
                     <div class="line">A banish'd traitor: all my treasury</div>
                     <div class="line">Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall be your love and labour's recompense.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                     <div class="line">And far surmounts our labour to attain it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LORD BERKELEY</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD BERKELEY</div>
                     <div class="line">My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, my answer is--to Lancaster;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I am come to seek that name in England;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I must find that title in your tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before I make reply to aught you say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD BERKELEY</div>
                     <div class="line">Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning</div>
                     <div class="line">To raze one title of your honour out:</div>
                     <div class="line">To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will,</div>
                     <div class="line">From the most gracious regent of this land,</div>
                     <div class="line">The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on</div>
                     <div class="line">To take advantage of the absent time</div>
                     <div class="line">And fright our native peace with self-born arms.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DUKE OF YORK attended</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">I shall not need transport my words by you;</div>
                     <div class="line">Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Kneels</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose duty is deceiveable and false.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious uncle--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Tut, tut!</div>
                     <div class="line">Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am no traitor's uncle; and that word 'grace.'</div>
                     <div class="line">In an ungracious mouth is but profane.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs</div>
                     <div class="line">Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?</div>
                     <div class="line">But then more 'why?' why have they dared to march</div>
                     <div class="line">So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,</div>
                     <div class="line">Frighting her pale-faced villages with war</div>
                     <div class="line">And ostentation of despised arms?</div>
                     <div class="line">Comest thou because the anointed king is hence?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,</div>
                     <div class="line">And in my loyal bosom lies his power.</div>
                     <div class="line">Were I but now the lord of such hot youth</div>
                     <div class="line">As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself</div>
                     <div class="line">Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,</div>
                     <div class="line">From forth the ranks of many thousand French,</div>
                     <div class="line">O, then how quickly should this arm of mine.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee</div>
                     <div class="line">And minister correction to thy fault!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious uncle, let me know my fault:</div>
                     <div class="line">On what condition stands it and wherein?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Even in condition of the worst degree,</div>
                     <div class="line">In gross rebellion and detested treason:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come</div>
                     <div class="line">Before the expiration of thy time,</div>
                     <div class="line">In braving arms against thy sovereign.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford;</div>
                     <div class="line">But as I come, I come for Lancaster.</div>
                     <div class="line">And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace</div>
                     <div class="line">Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:</div>
                     <div class="line">You are my father, for methinks in you</div>
                     <div class="line">I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd</div>
                     <div class="line">A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties</div>
                     <div class="line">Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away</div>
                     <div class="line">To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?</div>
                     <div class="line">If that my cousin king be King of England,</div>
                     <div class="line">It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.</div>
                     <div class="line">You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin;</div>
                     <div class="line">Had you first died, and he been thus trod down,</div>
                     <div class="line">He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father,</div>
                     <div class="line">To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am denied to sue my livery here,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet my letters-patents give me leave:</div>
                     <div class="line">My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold,</div>
                     <div class="line">And these and all are all amiss employ'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">What would you have me do? I am a subject,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me;</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore, personally I lay my claim</div>
                     <div class="line">To my inheritance of free descent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">The noble duke hath been too much abused.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                     <div class="line">It stands your grace upon to do him right.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                     <div class="line">Base men by his endowments are made great.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">My lords of England, let me tell you this:</div>
                     <div class="line">I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs</div>
                     <div class="line">And laboured all I could to do him right;</div>
                     <div class="line">But in this kind to come, in braving arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be his own carver and cut out his way,</div>
                     <div class="line">To find out right with wrong, it may not be;</div>
                     <div class="line">And you that do abet him in this kind</div>
                     <div class="line">Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">The noble duke hath sworn his coming is</div>
                     <div class="line">But for his own; and for the right of that</div>
                     <div class="line">We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;</div>
                     <div class="line">And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, well, I see the issue of these arms:</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because my power is weak and all ill left:</div>
                     <div class="line">But if I could, by Him that gave me life,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would attach you all and make you stoop</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;</div>
                     <div class="line">But since I cannot, be it known to you</div>
                     <div class="line">I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless you please to enter in the castle</div>
                     <div class="line">And there repose you for this night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">An offer, uncle, that we will accept:</div>
                     <div class="line">But we must win your grace to go with us</div>
                     <div class="line">To Bristol castle, which they say is held</div>
                     <div class="line">By Bushy, Bagot and their complices,</div>
                     <div class="line">The caterpillars of the commonwealth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause;</div>
                     <div class="line">For I am loath to break our country's laws.</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are:</div>
                     <div class="line">Things past redress are now with me past care.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  A camp in Wales.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter EARL OF SALISBURY and a Welsh Captain</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days,</div>
                     <div class="line">And hardly kept our countrymen together,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet we hear no tidings from the king;</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EARL OF SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman:</div>
                     <div class="line">The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay.</div>
                     <div class="line">The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd</div>
                     <div class="line">And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;</div>
                     <div class="line">The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth</div>
                     <div class="line">And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change;</div>
                     <div class="line">Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap,</div>
                     <div class="line">The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,</div>
                     <div class="line">The other to enjoy by rage and war:</div>
                     <div class="line">These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled,</div>
                     <div class="line">As well assured Richard their king is dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EARL OF SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind</div>
                     <div class="line">I see thy glory like a shooting star</div>
                     <div class="line">Fall to the base earth from the firmament.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,</div>
                     <div class="line">Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,</div>
                     <div class="line">And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.5">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 3. ACT III</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Bristol. Before the castle.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  The coast of Wales. A castle in view.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  Wales. Before Flint castle.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's garden.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Bristol. Before the castle.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK,
NORTHUMBERLAND, LORD ROSS, HENRY PERCY, LORD
WILLOUGHBY, with BUSHY and GREEN, prisoners</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Bring forth these men.</div>
                     <div class="line">Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls--</div>
                     <div class="line">Since presently your souls must part your bodies--</div>
                     <div class="line">With too much urging your pernicious lives,</div>
                     <div class="line">For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood</div>
                     <div class="line">From off my hands, here in the view of men</div>
                     <div class="line">I will unfold some causes of your deaths.</div>
                     <div class="line">You have misled a prince, a royal king,</div>
                     <div class="line">A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,</div>
                     <div class="line">By you unhappied and disfigured clean:</div>
                     <div class="line">You have in manner with your sinful hours</div>
                     <div class="line">Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,</div>
                     <div class="line">Broke the possession of a royal bed</div>
                     <div class="line">And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks</div>
                     <div class="line">With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.</div>
                     <div class="line">Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Near to the king in blood, and near in love</div>
                     <div class="line">Till you did make him misinterpret me,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,</div>
                     <div class="line">And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Eating the bitter bread of banishment;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst you have fed upon my signories,</div>
                     <div class="line">Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods,</div>
                     <div class="line">From my own windows torn my household coat,</div>
                     <div class="line">Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign,</div>
                     <div class="line">Save men's opinions and my living blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">To show the world I am a gentleman.</div>
                     <div class="line">This and much more, much more than twice all this,</div>
                     <div class="line">Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd over</div>
                     <div class="line">To execution and the hand of death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                     <div class="line">More welcome is the stroke of death to me</div>
                     <div class="line">Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                     <div class="line">My comfort is that heaven will take our souls</div>
                     <div class="line">And plague injustice with the pains of hell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with the
prisoners</p>
                     <div class="line">Uncle, you say the queen is at your house;</div>
                     <div class="line">For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated:</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell her I send to her my kind commends;</div>
                     <div class="line">Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With letters of your love to her at large.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away.</div>
                     <div class="line">To fight with Glendower and his complices:</div>
                     <div class="line">Awhile to work, and after holiday.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  The coast of Wales. A castle in view.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Drums; flourish and colours. Enter KING RICHARD
II, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, DUKE OF AUMERLE, and Soldiers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Barkloughly castle call they this at hand?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air,</div>
                     <div class="line">After your late tossing on the breaking seas?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy</div>
                     <div class="line">To stand upon my kingdom once again.</div>
                     <div class="line">Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs:</div>
                     <div class="line">As a long-parted mother with her child</div>
                     <div class="line">Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting,</div>
                     <div class="line">So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">And do thee favours with my royal hands.</div>
                     <div class="line">Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense;</div>
                     <div class="line">But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,</div>
                     <div class="line">And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet</div>
                     <div class="line">Which with usurping steps do trample thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies;</div>
                     <div class="line">And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,</div>
                     <div class="line">Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch</div>
                     <div class="line">Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.</div>
                     <div class="line">Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords:</div>
                     <div class="line">This earth shall have a feeling and these stones</div>
                     <div class="line">Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF CARLISLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.</div>
                     <div class="line">The means that heaven yields must be embraced,</div>
                     <div class="line">And not neglected; else, if heaven would,</div>
                     <div class="line">And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse,</div>
                     <div class="line">The proffer'd means of succor and redress.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">He means, my lord, that we are too remiss;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,</div>
                     <div class="line">Grows strong and great in substance and in power.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not</div>
                     <div class="line">That when the searching eye of heaven is hid,</div>
                     <div class="line">Behind the globe, that lights the lower world,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen</div>
                     <div class="line">In murders and in outrage, boldly here;</div>
                     <div class="line">But when from under this terrestrial ball</div>
                     <div class="line">He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines</div>
                     <div class="line">And darts his light through every guilty hole,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then murders, treasons and detested sins,</div>
                     <div class="line">The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves?</div>
                     <div class="line">So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who all this while hath revell'd in the night</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall see us rising in our throne, the east,</div>
                     <div class="line">His treasons will sit blushing in his face,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not able to endure the sight of day,</div>
                     <div class="line">But self-affrighted tremble at his sin.</div>
                     <div class="line">Not all the water in the rough rude sea</div>
                     <div class="line">Can wash the balm off from an anointed king;</div>
                     <div class="line">The breath of worldly men cannot depose</div>
                     <div class="line">The deputy elected by the Lord:</div>
                     <div class="line">For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd</div>
                     <div class="line">To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,</div>
                     <div class="line">God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay</div>
                     <div class="line">A glorious angel: then, if angels fight,</div>
                     <div class="line">Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right.</div>
                     <p>Enter EARL OF SALISBURY</p>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, my lord how far off lies your power?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EARL OF SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">And bids me speak of nothing but despair.</div>
                     <div class="line">One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, call back yesterday, bid time return,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!</div>
                     <div class="line">To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late,</div>
                     <div class="line">O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state:</div>
                     <div class="line">For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead.</div>
                     <div class="line">Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">But now the blood of twenty thousand men</div>
                     <div class="line">Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, till so much blood thither come again,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I not reason to look pale and dead?</div>
                     <div class="line">All souls that will be safe fly from my side,</div>
                     <div class="line">For time hath set a blot upon my pride.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">I had forgot myself; am I not king?</div>
                     <div class="line">Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest.</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not the king's name twenty thousand names?</div>
                     <div class="line">Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes</div>
                     <div class="line">At thy great glory. Look not to the ground,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ye favourites of a king: are we not high?</div>
                     <div class="line">High be our thoughts: I know my uncle York</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who comes here?</div>
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               </div>
               <p>Enter SIR STEPHEN SCROOP</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SIR STEPHEN SCROOP</div>
                     <div class="line">More health and happiness betide my liege</div>
                     <div class="line">Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine ear is open and my heart prepared;</div>
                     <div class="line">The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.</div>
                     <div class="line">Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care</div>
                     <div class="line">And what loss is it to be rid of care?</div>
                     <div class="line">Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?</div>
                     <div class="line">Greater he shall not be; if he serve God,</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll serve Him too and be his fellow so:</div>
                     <div class="line">Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend;</div>
                     <div class="line">They break their faith to God as well as us:</div>
                     <div class="line">Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay:</div>
                     <div class="line">The worst is death, and death will have his day.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SIR STEPHEN SCROOP</div>
                     <div class="line">Glad am I that your highness is so arm'd</div>
                     <div class="line">To bear the tidings of calamity.</div>
                     <div class="line">Like an unseasonable stormy day,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores,</div>
                     <div class="line">As if the world were all dissolved to tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">So high above his limits swells the rage</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land</div>
                     <div class="line">With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel.</div>
                     <div class="line">White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps</div>
                     <div class="line">Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices,</div>
                     <div class="line">Strive to speak big and clap their female joints</div>
                     <div class="line">In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown:</div>
                     <div class="line">The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows</div>
                     <div class="line">Of double-fatal yew against thy state;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills</div>
                     <div class="line">Against thy seat: both young and old rebel,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all goes worse than I have power to tell.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill.</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot?</div>
                     <div class="line">What is become of Bushy? where is Green?</div>
                     <div class="line">That they have let the dangerous enemy</div>
                     <div class="line">Measure our confines with such peaceful steps?</div>
                     <div class="line">If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it:</div>
                     <div class="line">I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SIR STEPHEN SCROOP</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption!</div>
                     <div class="line">Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!</div>
                     <div class="line">Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart!</div>
                     <div class="line">Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas!</div>
                     <div class="line">Would they make peace? terrible hell make war</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon their spotted souls for this offence!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SIR STEPHEN SCROOP</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet love, I see, changing his property,</div>
                     <div class="line">Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate:</div>
                     <div class="line">Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made</div>
                     <div class="line">With heads, and not with hands; those whom you curse</div>
                     <div class="line">Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound</div>
                     <div class="line">And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SIR STEPHEN SCROOP</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is the duke my father with his power?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">No matter where; of comfort no man speak:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;</div>
                     <div class="line">Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's choose executors and talk of wills:</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet not so, for what can we bequeath</div>
                     <div class="line">Save our deposed bodies to the ground?</div>
                     <div class="line">Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's,</div>
                     <div class="line">And nothing can we call our own but death</div>
                     <div class="line">And that small model of the barren earth</div>
                     <div class="line">Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.</div>
                     <div class="line">For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground</div>
                     <div class="line">And tell sad stories of the death of kings;</div>
                     <div class="line">How some have been deposed; some slain in war,</div>
                     <div class="line">Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;</div>
                     <div class="line">Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">All murder'd: for within the hollow crown</div>
                     <div class="line">That rounds the mortal temples of a king</div>
                     <div class="line">Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,</div>
                     <div class="line">Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,</div>
                     <div class="line">Allowing him a breath, a little scene,</div>
                     <div class="line">To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Infusing him with self and vain conceit,</div>
                     <div class="line">As if this flesh which walls about our life,</div>
                     <div class="line">Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus</div>
                     <div class="line">Comes at the last and with a little pin</div>
                     <div class="line">Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!</div>
                     <div class="line">Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood</div>
                     <div class="line">With solemn reverence: throw away respect,</div>
                     <div class="line">Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,</div>
                     <div class="line">For you have but mistook me all this while:</div>
                     <div class="line">I live with bread like you, feel want,</div>
                     <div class="line">Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,</div>
                     <div class="line">How can you say to me, I am a king?</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF CARLISLE</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes,</div>
                     <div class="line">But presently prevent the ways to wail.</div>
                     <div class="line">To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,</div>
                     <div class="line">Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe,</div>
                     <div class="line">And so your follies fight against yourself.</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear and be slain; no worse can come to fight:</div>
                     <div class="line">And fight and die is death destroying death;</div>
                     <div class="line">Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">My father hath a power; inquire of him</div>
                     <div class="line">And learn to make a body of a limb.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come</div>
                     <div class="line">To change blows with thee for our day of doom.</div>
                     <div class="line">This ague fit of fear is over-blown;</div>
                     <div class="line">An easy task it is to win our own.</div>
                     <div class="line">Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power?</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SIR STEPHEN SCROOP</div>
                     <div class="line">Men judge by the complexion of the sky</div>
                     <div class="line">The state and inclination of the day:</div>
                     <div class="line">So may you by my dull and heavy eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.</div>
                     <div class="line">I play the torturer, by small and small</div>
                     <div class="line">To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:</div>
                     <div class="line">Your uncle York is join'd with Bolingbroke,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all your northern castles yielded up,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all your southern gentlemen in arms</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon his party.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast said enough.</div>
                     <div class="line">Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth</div>
                     <p>To DUKE OF AUMERLE</p>
                     <div class="line">Of that sweet way I was in to despair!</div>
                     <div class="line">What say you now? what comfort have we now?</div>
                     <div class="line">By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly</div>
                     <div class="line">That bids me be of comfort any more.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go to Flint castle: there I'll pine away;</div>
                     <div class="line">A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.</div>
                     <div class="line">That power I have, discharge; and let them go</div>
                     <div class="line">To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,</div>
                     <div class="line">For I have none: let no man speak again</div>
                     <div class="line">To alter this, for counsel is but vain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">My liege, one word.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">He does me double wrong</div>
                     <div class="line">That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.</div>
                     <div class="line">Discharge my followers: let them hence away,</div>
                     <div class="line">From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Wales. Before Flint castle.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter, with drum and colours, HENRY BOLINGBROKE,
DUKE OF YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, Attendants, and forces</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">So that by this intelligence we learn</div>
                     <div class="line">The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury</div>
                     <div class="line">Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed</div>
                     <div class="line">With some few private friends upon this coast.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">The news is very fair and good, my lord:</div>
                     <div class="line">Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">It would beseem the Lord Northumberland</div>
                     <div class="line">To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day</div>
                     <div class="line">When such a sacred king should hide his head.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Your grace mistakes; only to be brief</div>
                     <div class="line">Left I his title out.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">The time hath been,</div>
                     <div class="line">Would you have been so brief with him, he would</div>
                     <div class="line">Have been so brief with you, to shorten you,</div>
                     <div class="line">For taking so the head, your whole head's length.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Take not, good cousin, further than you should.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself</div>
                     <div class="line">Against their will. But who comes here?</div>
                     <p>Enter HENRY PERCY</p>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">Against thy entrance.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Royally!</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, it contains no king?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, my good lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">It doth contain a king; King Richard lies</div>
                     <div class="line">Within the limits of yon lime and stone:</div>
                     <div class="line">And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman</div>
                     <div class="line">Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Noble lords,</div>
                     <div class="line">Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle;</div>
                     <div class="line">Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley</div>
                     <div class="line">Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver:</div>
                     <div class="line">Henry Bolingbroke</div>
                     <div class="line">On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand</div>
                     <div class="line">And sends allegiance and true faith of heart</div>
                     <div class="line">To his most royal person, hither come</div>
                     <div class="line">Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,</div>
                     <div class="line">Provided that my banishment repeal'd</div>
                     <div class="line">And lands restored again be freely granted:</div>
                     <div class="line">If not, I'll use the advantage of my power</div>
                     <div class="line">And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood</div>
                     <div class="line">Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen:</div>
                     <div class="line">The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke</div>
                     <div class="line">It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench</div>
                     <div class="line">The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land,</div>
                     <div class="line">My stooping duty tenderly shall show.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, signify as much, while here we march</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's march without the noise of threatening drum,</div>
                     <div class="line">That from this castle's tatter'd battlements</div>
                     <div class="line">Our fair appointments may be well perused.</div>
                     <div class="line">Methinks King Richard and myself should meet</div>
                     <div class="line">With no less terror than the elements</div>
                     <div class="line">Of fire and water, when their thundering shock</div>
                     <div class="line">At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.</div>
                     <div class="line">Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:</div>
                     <div class="line">The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain</div>
                     <div class="line">My waters; on the earth, and not on him.</div>
                     <div class="line">March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.</div>
                     <p>Parle without, and answer within. Then a flourish.
Enter on the walls, KING RICHARD II, the BISHOP OF
CARLISLE, DUKE OF AUMERLE, SIR STEPHEN SCROOP, and
EARL OF SALISBURY</p>
                     <div class="line">See, see, King Richard doth himself appear,</div>
                     <div class="line">As doth the blushing discontented sun</div>
                     <div class="line">From out the fiery portal of the east,</div>
                     <div class="line">When he perceives the envious clouds are bent</div>
                     <div class="line">To dim his glory and to stain the track</div>
                     <div class="line">Of his bright passage to the occident.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet looks he like a king: behold, his eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth</div>
                     <div class="line">Controlling majesty: alack, alack, for woe,</div>
                     <div class="line">That any harm should stain so fair a show!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">We are amazed; and thus long have we stood</div>
                     <div class="line">To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,</div>
                     <p>To NORTHUMBERLAND</p>
                     <div class="line">Because we thought ourself thy lawful king:</div>
                     <div class="line">And if we be, how dare thy joints forget</div>
                     <div class="line">To pay their awful duty to our presence?</div>
                     <div class="line">If we be not, show us the hand of God</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath dismissed us from our stewardship;</div>
                     <div class="line">For well we know, no hand of blood and bone</div>
                     <div class="line">Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.</div>
                     <div class="line">And though you think that all, as you have done,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have torn their souls by turning them from us,</div>
                     <div class="line">And we are barren and bereft of friends;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf</div>
                     <div class="line">Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike</div>
                     <div class="line">Your children yet unborn and unbegot,</div>
                     <div class="line">That lift your vassal hands against my head</div>
                     <div class="line">And threat the glory of my precious crown.</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell Bolingbroke--for yond methinks he stands--</div>
                     <div class="line">That every stride he makes upon my land</div>
                     <div class="line">Is dangerous treason: he is come to open</div>
                     <div class="line">The purple testament of bleeding war;</div>
                     <div class="line">But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall ill become the flower of England's face,</div>
                     <div class="line">Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace</div>
                     <div class="line">To scarlet indignation and bedew</div>
                     <div class="line">Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">The king of heaven forbid our lord the king</div>
                     <div class="line">Should so with civil and uncivil arms</div>
                     <div class="line">Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice noble cousin</div>
                     <div class="line">Harry Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand;</div>
                     <div class="line">And by the honourable tomb he swears,</div>
                     <div class="line">That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones,</div>
                     <div class="line">And by the royalties of both your bloods,</div>
                     <div class="line">Currents that spring from one most gracious head,</div>
                     <div class="line">And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,</div>
                     <div class="line">And by the worth and honour of himself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Comprising all that may be sworn or said,</div>
                     <div class="line">His coming hither hath no further scope</div>
                     <div class="line">Than for his lineal royalties and to beg</div>
                     <div class="line">Enfranchisement immediate on his knees:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which on thy royal party granted once,</div>
                     <div class="line">His glittering arms he will commend to rust,</div>
                     <div class="line">His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart</div>
                     <div class="line">To faithful service of your majesty.</div>
                     <div class="line">This swears he, as he is a prince, is just;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Northumberland, say thus the king returns:</div>
                     <div class="line">His noble cousin is right welcome hither;</div>
                     <div class="line">And all the number of his fair demands</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction:</div>
                     <div class="line">With all the gracious utterance thou hast</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.</div>
                     <div class="line">We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,</div>
                     <p>To DUKE OF AUMERLE</p>
                     <div class="line">To look so poorly and to speak so fair?</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall we call back Northumberland, and send</div>
                     <div class="line">Defiance to the traitor, and so die?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words</div>
                     <div class="line">Till time lend friends and friends their helpful swords.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine,</div>
                     <div class="line">That laid the sentence of dread banishment</div>
                     <div class="line">On yon proud man, should take it off again</div>
                     <div class="line">With words of sooth! O that I were as great</div>
                     <div class="line">As is my grief, or lesser than my name!</div>
                     <div class="line">Or that I could forget what I have been,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or not remember what I must be now!</div>
                     <div class="line">Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">What must the king do now? must he submit?</div>
                     <div class="line">The king shall do it: must he be deposed?</div>
                     <div class="line">The king shall be contented: must he lose</div>
                     <div class="line">The name of king? o' God's name, let it go:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,</div>
                     <div class="line">My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,</div>
                     <div class="line">My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,</div>
                     <div class="line">My figured goblets for a dish of wood,</div>
                     <div class="line">My sceptre for a palmer's walking staff,</div>
                     <div class="line">My subjects for a pair of carved saints</div>
                     <div class="line">And my large kingdom for a little grave,</div>
                     <div class="line">A little little grave, an obscure grave;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,</div>
                     <div class="line">Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet</div>
                     <div class="line">May hourly trample on their sovereign's head;</div>
                     <div class="line">For on my heart they tread now whilst I live;</div>
                     <div class="line">And buried once, why not upon my head?</div>
                     <div class="line">Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin!</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll make foul weather with despised tears;</div>
                     <div class="line">Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make a dearth in this revolting land.</div>
                     <div class="line">Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make some pretty match with shedding tears?</div>
                     <div class="line">As thus, to drop them still upon one place,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till they have fretted us a pair of graves</div>
                     <div class="line">Within the earth; and, therein laid,--there lies</div>
                     <div class="line">Two kinsmen digg'd their graves with weeping eyes.</div>
                     <div class="line">Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see</div>
                     <div class="line">I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland,</div>
                     <div class="line">What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty</div>
                     <div class="line">Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?</div>
                     <div class="line">You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, in the base court he doth attend</div>
                     <div class="line">To speak with you; may it please you to come down.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wanting the manage of unruly jades.</div>
                     <div class="line">In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base,</div>
                     <div class="line">To come at traitors' calls and do them grace.</div>
                     <div class="line">In the base court? Come down? Down, court!</div>
                     <div class="line">down, king!</div>
                     <div class="line">For night-owls shriek where mounting larks</div>
                     <div class="line">should sing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt from above</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">What says his majesty?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Sorrow and grief of heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet he is come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING RICHARD and his attendants below</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand all apart,</div>
                     <div class="line">And show fair duty to his majesty.</div>
                     <p>He kneels down</p>
                     <div class="line">My gracious lord,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee</div>
                     <div class="line">To make the base earth proud with kissing it:</div>
                     <div class="line">Me rather had my heart might feel your love</div>
                     <div class="line">Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.</div>
                     <div class="line">Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus high at least, although your knee be low.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">As my true service shall deserve your love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Well you deserve: they well deserve to have,</div>
                     <div class="line">That know the strong'st and surest way to get.</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes;</div>
                     <div class="line">Tears show their love, but want their remedies.</div>
                     <div class="line">Cousin, I am too young to be your father,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though you are old enough to be my heir.</div>
                     <div class="line">What you will have, I'll give, and willing too;</div>
                     <div class="line">For do we must what force will have us do.</div>
                     <div class="line">Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, my good lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Then I must not say no.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's garden.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">What sport shall we devise here in this garden,</div>
                     <div class="line">To drive away the heavy thought of care?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, we'll play at bowls.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that my fortune rubs against the bias.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, we'll dance.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">My legs can keep no measure in delight,</div>
                     <div class="line">When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, we'll tell tales.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Of sorrow or of joy?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">Of either, madam.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Of neither, girl:</div>
                     <div class="line">For of joy, being altogether wanting,</div>
                     <div class="line">It doth remember me the more of sorrow;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or if of grief, being altogether had,</div>
                     <div class="line">It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:</div>
                     <div class="line">For what I have I need not to repeat;</div>
                     <div class="line">And what I want it boots not to complain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I'll sing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis well that thou hast cause</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">I could weep, madam, would it do you good.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">And I could sing, would weeping do me good,</div>
                     <div class="line">And never borrow any tear of thee.</div>
                     <p>Enter a Gardener, and two Servants</p>
                     <div class="line">But stay, here come the gardeners:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's step into the shadow of these trees.</div>
                     <div class="line">My wretchedness unto a row of pins,</div>
                     <div class="line">They'll talk of state; for every one doth so</div>
                     <div class="line">Against a change; woe is forerun with woe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>QUEEN and Ladies retire</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Gardener</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, like unruly children, make their sire</div>
                     <div class="line">Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight:</div>
                     <div class="line">Give some supportance to the bending twigs.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go thou, and like an executioner,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays,</div>
                     <div class="line">That look too lofty in our commonwealth:</div>
                     <div class="line">All must be even in our government.</div>
                     <div class="line">You thus employ'd, I will go root away</div>
                     <div class="line">The noisome weeds, which without profit suck</div>
                     <div class="line">The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Why should we in the compass of a pale</div>
                     <div class="line">Keep law and form and due proportion,</div>
                     <div class="line">Showing, as in a model, our firm estate,</div>
                     <div class="line">When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up,</div>
                     <div class="line">Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruin'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Her knots disorder'd and her wholesome herbs</div>
                     <div class="line">Swarming with caterpillars?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Gardener</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold thy peace:</div>
                     <div class="line">He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf:</div>
                     <div class="line">The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter,</div>
                     <div class="line">That seem'd in eating him to hold him up,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are pluck'd up root and all by Bolingbroke,</div>
                     <div class="line">I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">What, are they dead?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Gardener</div>
                     <div class="line">They are; and Bolingbroke</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath seized the wasteful king. O, what pity is it</div>
                     <div class="line">That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land</div>
                     <div class="line">As we this garden! We at time of year</div>
                     <div class="line">Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">With too much riches it confound itself:</div>
                     <div class="line">Had he done so to great and growing men,</div>
                     <div class="line">They might have lived to bear and he to taste</div>
                     <div class="line">Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches</div>
                     <div class="line">We lop away, that bearing boughs may live:</div>
                     <div class="line">Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">What, think you then the king shall be deposed?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Gardener</div>
                     <div class="line">Depress'd he is already, and deposed</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night</div>
                     <div class="line">To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's,</div>
                     <div class="line">That tell black tidings.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">O, I am press'd to death through want of speaking!</div>
                     <p>Coming forward</p>
                     <div class="line">Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden,</div>
                     <div class="line">How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?</div>
                     <div class="line">What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee</div>
                     <div class="line">To make a second fall of cursed man?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed?</div>
                     <div class="line">Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how,</div>
                     <div class="line">Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Gardener</div>
                     <div class="line">Pardon me, madam: little joy have I</div>
                     <div class="line">To breathe this news; yet what I say is true.</div>
                     <div class="line">King Richard, he is in the mighty hold</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,</div>
                     <div class="line">And some few vanities that make him light;</div>
                     <div class="line">But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,</div>
                     <div class="line">Besides himself, are all the English peers,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.</div>
                     <div class="line">Post you to London, and you will find it so;</div>
                     <div class="line">I speak no more than every one doth know.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth not thy embassage belong to me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st</div>
                     <div class="line">To serve me last, that I may longest keep</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go,</div>
                     <div class="line">To meet at London London's king in woe.</div>
                     <div class="line">What, was I born to this, that my sad look</div>
                     <div class="line">Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?</div>
                     <div class="line">Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GARDENER</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would my skill were subject to thy curse.</div>
                     <div class="line">Here did she fall a tear; here in this place</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace:</div>
                     <div class="line">Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,</div>
                     <div class="line">In the remembrance of a weeping queen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.6">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 4. ACT IV</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Westminster Hall.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Westminster Hall.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter, as to the Parliament, HENRY BOLINGBROKE,
DUKE OF AUMERLE, NORTHUMBERLAND, HENRY PERCY, LORD
FITZWATER, DUKE OF SURREY, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE,
the Abbot Of Westminster, and another Lord, Herald,
Officers, and BAGOT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Call forth Bagot.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;</div>
                     <div class="line">What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd</div>
                     <div class="line">The bloody office of his timeless end.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BAGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BAGOT</div>
                     <div class="line">My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted,</div>
                     <div class="line">I heard you say, 'Is not my arm of length,</div>
                     <div class="line">That reacheth from the restful English court</div>
                     <div class="line">As far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?'</div>
                     <div class="line">Amongst much other talk, that very time,</div>
                     <div class="line">I heard you say that you had rather refuse</div>
                     <div class="line">The offer of an hundred thousand crowns</div>
                     <div class="line">Than Bolingbroke's return to England;</div>
                     <div class="line">Adding withal how blest this land would be</div>
                     <div class="line">In this your cousin's death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Princes and noble lords,</div>
                     <div class="line">What answer shall I make to this base man?</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,</div>
                     <div class="line">On equal terms to give him chastisement?</div>
                     <div class="line">Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With the attainder of his slanderous lips.</div>
                     <div class="line">There is my gage, the manual seal of death,</div>
                     <div class="line">That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will maintain what thou hast said is false</div>
                     <div class="line">In thy heart-blood, though being all too base</div>
                     <div class="line">To stain the temper of my knightly sword.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Excepting one, I would he were the best</div>
                     <div class="line">In all this presence that hath moved me so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD FITZWATER</div>
                     <div class="line">If that thy valour stand on sympathy,</div>
                     <div class="line">There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine:</div>
                     <div class="line">By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st,</div>
                     <div class="line">I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spakest it</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester's death.</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou deny'st it twenty times, thou liest;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD FITZWATER</div>
                     <div class="line">Now by my soul, I would it were this hour.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true</div>
                     <div class="line">In this appeal as thou art all unjust;</div>
                     <div class="line">And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,</div>
                     <div class="line">To prove it on thee to the extremest point</div>
                     <div class="line">Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">An if I do not, may my hands rot off</div>
                     <div class="line">And never brandish more revengeful steel</div>
                     <div class="line">Over the glittering helmet of my foe!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle;</div>
                     <div class="line">And spur thee on with full as many lies</div>
                     <div class="line">As may be holloa'd in thy treacherous ear</div>
                     <div class="line">From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn;</div>
                     <div class="line">Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all:</div>
                     <div class="line">I have a thousand spirits in one breast,</div>
                     <div class="line">To answer twenty thousand such as you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF SURREY</div>
                     <div class="line">My Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well</div>
                     <div class="line">The very time Aumerle and you did talk.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD FITZWATER</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis very true: you were in presence then;</div>
                     <div class="line">And you can witness with me this is true.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF SURREY</div>
                     <div class="line">As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD FITZWATER</div>
                     <div class="line">Surrey, thou liest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF SURREY</div>
                     <div class="line">Dishonourable boy!</div>
                     <div class="line">That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,</div>
                     <div class="line">That it shall render vengeance and revenge</div>
                     <div class="line">Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie</div>
                     <div class="line">In earth as quiet as thy father's skull:</div>
                     <div class="line">In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;</div>
                     <div class="line">Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD FITZWATER</div>
                     <div class="line">How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!</div>
                     <div class="line">If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,</div>
                     <div class="line">I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,</div>
                     <div class="line">And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies,</div>
                     <div class="line">And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,</div>
                     <div class="line">To tie thee to my strong correction.</div>
                     <div class="line">As I intend to thrive in this new world,</div>
                     <div class="line">Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:</div>
                     <div class="line">Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men</div>
                     <div class="line">To execute the noble duke at Calais.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Some honest Christian trust me with a gage</div>
                     <div class="line">That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this,</div>
                     <div class="line">If he may be repeal'd, to try his honour.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">These differences shall all rest under gage</div>
                     <div class="line">Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, though mine enemy, restored again</div>
                     <div class="line">To all his lands and signories: when he's return'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF CARLISLE</div>
                     <div class="line">That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.</div>
                     <div class="line">Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought</div>
                     <div class="line">For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,</div>
                     <div class="line">Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross</div>
                     <div class="line">Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens:</div>
                     <div class="line">And toil'd with works of war, retired himself</div>
                     <div class="line">To Italy; and there at Venice gave</div>
                     <div class="line">His body to that pleasant country's earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,</div>
                     <div class="line">Under whose colours he had fought so long.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF CARLISLE</div>
                     <div class="line">As surely as I live, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom</div>
                     <div class="line">Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your differences shall all rest under gage</div>
                     <div class="line">Till we assign you to your days of trial.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DUKE OF YORK, attended</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee</div>
                     <div class="line">From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul</div>
                     <div class="line">Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields</div>
                     <div class="line">To the possession of thy royal hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">Ascend his throne, descending now from him;</div>
                     <div class="line">And long live Henry, fourth of that name!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF CARLISLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry. God forbid!</div>
                     <div class="line">Worst in this royal presence may I speak,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.</div>
                     <div class="line">Would God that any in this noble presence</div>
                     <div class="line">Were enough noble to be upright judge</div>
                     <div class="line">Of noble Richard! then true noblesse would</div>
                     <div class="line">Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.</div>
                     <div class="line">What subject can give sentence on his king?</div>
                     <div class="line">And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Although apparent guilt be seen in them;</div>
                     <div class="line">And shall the figure of God's majesty,</div>
                     <div class="line">His captain, steward, deputy-elect,</div>
                     <div class="line">Anointed, crowned, planted many years,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be judged by subject and inferior breath,</div>
                     <div class="line">And he himself not present? O, forfend it, God,</div>
                     <div class="line">That in a Christian climate souls refined</div>
                     <div class="line">Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!</div>
                     <div class="line">I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king:</div>
                     <div class="line">My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:</div>
                     <div class="line">And if you crown him, let me prophesy:</div>
                     <div class="line">The blood of English shall manure the ground,</div>
                     <div class="line">And future ages groan for this foul act;</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,</div>
                     <div class="line">And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound;</div>
                     <div class="line">Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd</div>
                     <div class="line">The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, if you raise this house against this house,</div>
                     <div class="line">It will the woefullest division prove</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever fell upon this cursed earth.</div>
                     <div class="line">Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of capital treason we arrest you here.</div>
                     <div class="line">My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge</div>
                     <div class="line">To keep him safely till his day of trial.</div>
                     <div class="line">May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Fetch hither Richard, that in common view</div>
                     <div class="line">He may surrender; so we shall proceed</div>
                     <div class="line">Without suspicion.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">I will be his conduct.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Lords, you that here are under our arrest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Procure your sureties for your days of answer.</div>
                     <div class="line">Little are we beholding to your love,</div>
                     <div class="line">And little look'd for at your helping hands.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter DUKE OF YORK, with KING RICHARD II, and
Officers bearing the regalia</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack, why am I sent for to a king,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before I have shook off the regal thoughts</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd</div>
                     <div class="line">To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs:</div>
                     <div class="line">Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me</div>
                     <div class="line">To this submission. Yet I well remember</div>
                     <div class="line">The favours of these men: were they not mine?</div>
                     <div class="line">Did they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' to me?</div>
                     <div class="line">So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,</div>
                     <div class="line">Found truth in all but one: I, in twelve thousand, none.</div>
                     <div class="line">God save the king! Will no man say amen?</div>
                     <div class="line">Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen.</div>
                     <div class="line">God save the king! although I be not he;</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.</div>
                     <div class="line">To do what service am I sent for hither?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">To do that office of thine own good will</div>
                     <div class="line">Which tired majesty did make thee offer,</div>
                     <div class="line">The resignation of thy state and crown</div>
                     <div class="line">To Henry Bolingbroke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown;</div>
                     <div class="line">Here cousin:</div>
                     <div class="line">On this side my hand, and on that side yours.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now is this golden crown like a deep well</div>
                     <div class="line">That owes two buckets, filling one another,</div>
                     <div class="line">The emptier ever dancing in the air,</div>
                     <div class="line">The other down, unseen and full of water:</div>
                     <div class="line">That bucket down and full of tears am I,</div>
                     <div class="line">Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">I thought you had been willing to resign.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine:</div>
                     <div class="line">You may my glories and my state depose,</div>
                     <div class="line">But not my griefs; still am I king of those.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Part of your cares you give me with your crown.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down.</div>
                     <div class="line">My care is loss of care, by old care done;</div>
                     <div class="line">Your care is gain of care, by new care won:</div>
                     <div class="line">The cares I give I have, though given away;</div>
                     <div class="line">They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Are you contented to resign the crown?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be;</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now mark me, how I will undo myself;</div>
                     <div class="line">I give this heavy weight from off my head</div>
                     <div class="line">And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;</div>
                     <div class="line">With mine own tears I wash away my balm,</div>
                     <div class="line">With mine own hands I give away my crown,</div>
                     <div class="line">With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,</div>
                     <div class="line">With mine own breath release all duty's rites:</div>
                     <div class="line">All pomp and majesty I do forswear;</div>
                     <div class="line">My manors, rents, revenues I forego;</div>
                     <div class="line">My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny:</div>
                     <div class="line">God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!</div>
                     <div class="line">God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee!</div>
                     <div class="line">Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved!</div>
                     <div class="line">Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,</div>
                     <div class="line">And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!</div>
                     <div class="line">God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says,</div>
                     <div class="line">And send him many years of sunshine days!</div>
                     <div class="line">What more remains?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">No more, but that you read</div>
                     <div class="line">These accusations and these grievous crimes</div>
                     <div class="line">Committed by your person and your followers</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the state and profit of this land;</div>
                     <div class="line">That, by confessing them, the souls of men</div>
                     <div class="line">May deem that you are worthily deposed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Must I do so? and must I ravel out</div>
                     <div class="line">My weaved-up folly? Gentle Northumberland,</div>
                     <div class="line">If thy offences were upon record,</div>
                     <div class="line">Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop</div>
                     <div class="line">To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,</div>
                     <div class="line">There shouldst thou find one heinous article,</div>
                     <div class="line">Containing the deposing of a king</div>
                     <div class="line">And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,</div>
                     <div class="line">Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, all of you that stand and look upon,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands</div>
                     <div class="line">Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates</div>
                     <div class="line">Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,</div>
                     <div class="line">And water cannot wash away your sin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet salt water blinds them not so much</div>
                     <div class="line">But they can see a sort of traitors here.</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">I find myself a traitor with the rest;</div>
                     <div class="line">For I have given here my soul's consent</div>
                     <div class="line">To undeck the pompous body of a king;</div>
                     <div class="line">Made glory base and sovereignty a slave,</div>
                     <div class="line">Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,</div>
                     <div class="line">No, not that name was given me at the font,</div>
                     <div class="line">But 'tis usurp'd: alack the heavy day,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I have worn so many winters out,</div>
                     <div class="line">And know not now what name to call myself!</div>
                     <div class="line">O that I were a mockery king of snow,</div>
                     <div class="line">Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,</div>
                     <div class="line">To melt myself away in water-drops!</div>
                     <div class="line">Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,</div>
                     <div class="line">An if my word be sterling yet in England,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let it command a mirror hither straight,</div>
                     <div class="line">That it may show me what a face I have,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit an attendant</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">The commons will not then be satisfied.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough,</div>
                     <div class="line">When I do see the very book indeed</div>
                     <div class="line">Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.</div>
                     <p>Re-enter Attendant, with a glass</p>
                     <div class="line">Give me the glass, and therein will I read.</div>
                     <div class="line">No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck</div>
                     <div class="line">So many blows upon this face of mine,</div>
                     <div class="line">And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like to my followers in prosperity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face</div>
                     <div class="line">That every day under his household roof</div>
                     <div class="line">Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face</div>
                     <div class="line">That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?</div>
                     <div class="line">Was this the face that faced so many follies,</div>
                     <div class="line">And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?</div>
                     <div class="line">A brittle glory shineth in this face:</div>
                     <div class="line">As brittle as the glory is the face;</div>
                     <p>Dashes the glass against the ground</p>
                     <div class="line">For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.</div>
                     <div class="line">Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,</div>
                     <div class="line">How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd</div>
                     <div class="line">The shadow or your face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Say that again.</div>
                     <div class="line">The shadow of my sorrow! ha! let's see:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis very true, my grief lies all within;</div>
                     <div class="line">And these external manners of laments</div>
                     <div class="line">Are merely shadows to the unseen grief</div>
                     <div class="line">That swells with silence in the tortured soul;</div>
                     <div class="line">There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king,</div>
                     <div class="line">For thy great bounty, that not only givest</div>
                     <div class="line">Me cause to wail but teachest me the way</div>
                     <div class="line">How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then be gone and trouble you no more.</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I obtain it?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Name it, fair cousin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king:</div>
                     <div class="line">For when I was a king, my flatterers</div>
                     <div class="line">Were then but subjects; being now a subject,</div>
                     <div class="line">I have a king here to my flatterer.</div>
                     <div class="line">Being so great, I have no need to beg.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet ask.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">And shall I have?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">You shall.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Then give me leave to go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Whither?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Whither you will, so I were from your sights.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, some of you convey him to the Tower.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">O, good! convey? conveyers are you all,</div>
                     <div class="line">That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt KING RICHARD II, some Lords, and a Guard</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">On Wednesday next we solemnly set down</div>
                     <div class="line">Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt all except the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, the Abbot
of Westminster, and DUKE OF AUMERLE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Abbot</div>
                     <div class="line">A woeful pageant have we here beheld.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF CARLISLE</div>
                     <div class="line">The woe's to come; the children yet unborn.</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">You holy clergymen, is there no plot</div>
                     <div class="line">To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Abbot</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before I freely speak my mind herein,</div>
                     <div class="line">You shall not only take the sacrament</div>
                     <div class="line">To bury mine intents, but also to effect</div>
                     <div class="line">Whatever I shall happen to devise.</div>
                     <div class="line">I see your brows are full of discontent,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears:</div>
                     <div class="line">Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay</div>
                     <div class="line">A plot shall show us all a merry day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.7">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 5. ACT V</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  London. A street leading to the Tower.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  The DUKE OF YORK's palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  A royal palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  Pomfret castle.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.7">6. SCENE VI.  Windsor castle.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  London. A street leading to the Tower.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter QUEEN and Ladies</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">This way the king will come; this is the way</div>
                     <div class="line">To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower,</div>
                     <div class="line">To whose flint bosom my condemned lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth</div>
                     <div class="line">Have any resting for her true king's queen.</div>
                     <p>Enter KING RICHARD II and Guard</p>
                     <div class="line">But soft, but see, or rather do not see,</div>
                     <div class="line">My fair rose wither: yet look up, behold,</div>
                     <div class="line">That you in pity may dissolve to dew,</div>
                     <div class="line">And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb,</div>
                     <div class="line">And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">When triumph is become an alehouse guest?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,</div>
                     <div class="line">To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul,</div>
                     <div class="line">To think our former state a happy dream;</div>
                     <div class="line">From which awaked, the truth of what we are</div>
                     <div class="line">Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet,</div>
                     <div class="line">To grim Necessity, and he and I</div>
                     <div class="line">Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France</div>
                     <div class="line">And cloister thee in some religious house:</div>
                     <div class="line">Our holy lives must win a new world's crown,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which our profane hours here have stricken down.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">What, is my Richard both in shape and mind</div>
                     <div class="line">Transform'd and weaken'd? hath Bolingbroke deposed</div>
                     <div class="line">Thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart?</div>
                     <div class="line">The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw,</div>
                     <div class="line">And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage</div>
                     <div class="line">To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,</div>
                     <div class="line">Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod,</div>
                     <div class="line">And fawn on rage with base humility,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which art a lion and a king of beasts?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts,</div>
                     <div class="line">I had been still a happy king of men.</div>
                     <div class="line">Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France:</div>
                     <div class="line">Think I am dead and that even here thou takest,</div>
                     <div class="line">As from my death-bed, thy last living leave.</div>
                     <div class="line">In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire</div>
                     <div class="line">With good old folks and let them tell thee tales</div>
                     <div class="line">Of woeful ages long ago betid;</div>
                     <div class="line">And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell thou the lamentable tale of me</div>
                     <div class="line">And send the hearers weeping to their beds:</div>
                     <div class="line">For why, the senseless brands will sympathize</div>
                     <div class="line">The heavy accent of thy moving tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">And in compassion weep the fire out;</div>
                     <div class="line">And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,</div>
                     <div class="line">For the deposing of a rightful king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter NORTHUMBERLAND and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed:</div>
                     <div class="line">You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.</div>
                     <div class="line">And, madam, there is order ta'en for you;</div>
                     <div class="line">With all swift speed you must away to France.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal</div>
                     <div class="line">The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,</div>
                     <div class="line">The time shall not be many hours of age</div>
                     <div class="line">More than it is ere foul sin gathering head</div>
                     <div class="line">Shalt break into corruption: thou shalt think,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though he divide the realm and give thee half,</div>
                     <div class="line">It is too little, helping him to all;</div>
                     <div class="line">And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way</div>
                     <div class="line">To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being ne'er so little urged, another way</div>
                     <div class="line">To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.</div>
                     <div class="line">The love of wicked men converts to fear;</div>
                     <div class="line">That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both</div>
                     <div class="line">To worthy danger and deserved death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">My guilt be on my head, and there an end.</div>
                     <div class="line">Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate</div>
                     <div class="line">A twofold marriage, 'twixt my crown and me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then betwixt me and my married wife.</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.</div>
                     <div class="line">Part us, Northumberland; I toward the north,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;</div>
                     <div class="line">My wife to France: from whence, set forth in pomp,</div>
                     <div class="line">She came adorned hither like sweet May,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sent back like Hallowmas or short'st of day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">And must we be divided? must we part?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Banish us both and send the king with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">That were some love but little policy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Then whither he goes, thither let me go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">So two, together weeping, make one woe.</div>
                     <div class="line">Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here;</div>
                     <div class="line">Better far off than near, be ne'er the near.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">So longest way shall have the longest moans.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short,</div>
                     <div class="line">And piece the way out with a heavy heart.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief;</div>
                     <div class="line">One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part</div>
                     <div class="line">To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.</div>
                     <div class="line">So, now I have mine own again, be gone,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I might strive to kill it with a groan.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">We make woe wanton with this fond delay:</div>
                     <div class="line">Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  The DUKE OF YORK's palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DUKE OF YORK and DUCHESS OF YORK</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, you told me you would tell the rest,</div>
                     <div class="line">When weeping made you break the story off,</div>
                     <div class="line">of our two cousins coming into London.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Where did I leave?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">At that sad stop, my lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops</div>
                     <div class="line">Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,</div>
                     <div class="line">Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed</div>
                     <div class="line">Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,</div>
                     <div class="line">With slow but stately pace kept on his course,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst all tongues cried 'God save thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bolingbroke!'</div>
                     <div class="line">You would have thought the very windows spake,</div>
                     <div class="line">So many greedy looks of young and old</div>
                     <div class="line">Through casements darted their desiring eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon his visage, and that all the walls</div>
                     <div class="line">With painted imagery had said at once</div>
                     <div class="line">'Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!'</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed's neck,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bespake them thus: 'I thank you, countrymen:'</div>
                     <div class="line">And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">As in a theatre, the eyes of men,</div>
                     <div class="line">After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are idly bent on him that enters next,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thinking his prattle to be tedious;</div>
                     <div class="line">Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!'</div>
                     <div class="line">No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:</div>
                     <div class="line">But dust was thrown upon his sacred head:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,</div>
                     <div class="line">His face still combating with tears and smiles,</div>
                     <div class="line">The badges of his grief and patience,</div>
                     <div class="line">That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd</div>
                     <div class="line">The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted</div>
                     <div class="line">And barbarism itself have pitied him.</div>
                     <div class="line">But heaven hath a hand in these events,</div>
                     <div class="line">To whose high will we bound our calm contents.</div>
                     <div class="line">To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose state and honour I for aye allow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Here comes my son Aumerle.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Aumerle that was;</div>
                     <div class="line">But that is lost for being Richard's friend,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, madam, you must call him Rutland now:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am in parliament pledge for his truth</div>
                     <div class="line">And lasting fealty to the new-made king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, my son: who are the violets now</div>
                     <div class="line">That strew the green lap of the new come spring?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not:</div>
                     <div class="line">God knows I had as lief be none as one.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime.</div>
                     <div class="line">What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">For aught I know, my lord, they do.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">You will be there, I know.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">If God prevent not, I purpose so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom?</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, 'tis nothing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">No matter, then, who see it;</div>
                     <div class="line">I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">I do beseech your grace to pardon me:</div>
                     <div class="line">It is a matter of small consequence,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which for some reasons I would not have seen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.</div>
                     <div class="line">I fear, I fear,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">What should you fear?</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into</div>
                     <div class="line">For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond</div>
                     <div class="line">That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.</div>
                     <div class="line">Boy, let me see the writing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.</div>
                     <p>He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it</p>
                     <div class="line">Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">What is the matter, my lord?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Ho! who is within there?</div>
                     <p>Enter a Servant</p>
                     <div class="line">Saddle my horse.</div>
                     <div class="line">God for his mercy, what treachery is here!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, what is it, my lord?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will appeach the villain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">What is the matter?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, foolish woman.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Good mother, be content; it is no more</div>
                     <div class="line">Than my poor life must answer.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy life answer!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Bring me my boots: I will unto the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter Servant with boots</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me my boots, I say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, York, what wilt thou do?</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?</div>
                     <div class="line">Have we more sons? or are we like to have?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?</div>
                     <div class="line">And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age,</div>
                     <div class="line">And rob me of a happy mother's name?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou fond mad woman,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?</div>
                     <div class="line">A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,</div>
                     <div class="line">And interchangeably set down their hands,</div>
                     <div class="line">To kill the king at Oxford.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">He shall be none;</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll keep him here: then what is that to him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would appeach him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Hadst thou groan'd for him</div>
                     <div class="line">As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful.</div>
                     <div class="line">But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect</div>
                     <div class="line">That I have been disloyal to thy bed,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that he is a bastard, not thy son:</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind:</div>
                     <div class="line">He is as like thee as a man may be,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not like to me, or any of my kin,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet I love him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Make way, unruly woman!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse;</div>
                     <div class="line">Spur post, and get before him to the king,</div>
                     <div class="line">And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll not be long behind; though I be old,</div>
                     <div class="line">I doubt not but to ride as fast as York:</div>
                     <div class="line">And never will I rise up from the ground</div>
                     <div class="line">Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  A royal palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, HENRY PERCY, and other Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son?</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis full three months since I did see him last;</div>
                     <div class="line">If any plague hang over us, 'tis he.</div>
                     <div class="line">I would to God, my lords, he might be found:</div>
                     <div class="line">Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there,</div>
                     <div class="line">For there, they say, he daily doth frequent,</div>
                     <div class="line">With unrestrained loose companions,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes,</div>
                     <div class="line">And beat our watch, and rob our passengers;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which he, young wanton and effeminate boy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Takes on the point of honour to support</div>
                     <div class="line">So dissolute a crew.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, some two days since I saw the prince,</div>
                     <div class="line">And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">And what said the gallant?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">His answer was, he would unto the stews,</div>
                     <div class="line">And from the common'st creature pluck a glove,</div>
                     <div class="line">And wear it as a favour; and with that</div>
                     <div class="line">He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">As dissolute as desperate; yet through both</div>
                     <div class="line">I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years</div>
                     <div class="line">May happily bring forth. But who comes here?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is the king?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">What means our cousin, that he stares and looks</div>
                     <div class="line">So wildly?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">God save your grace! I do beseech your majesty,</div>
                     <div class="line">To have some conference with your grace alone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt HENRY PERCY and Lords</p>
                     <div class="line">What is the matter with our cousin now?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">For ever may my knees grow to the earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Intended or committed was this fault?</div>
                     <div class="line">If on the first, how heinous e'er it be,</div>
                     <div class="line">To win thy after-love I pardon thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Then give me leave that I may turn the key,</div>
                     <div class="line">That no man enter till my tale be done.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Have thy desire.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  My liege, beware; look to thyself;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Villain, I'll make thee safe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Drawing</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause to fear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  Open the door, secure, foolhardy king:</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I for love speak treason to thy face?</div>
                     <div class="line">Open the door, or I will break it open.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DUKE OF YORK</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">What is the matter, uncle? speak;</div>
                     <div class="line">Recover breath; tell us how near is danger,</div>
                     <div class="line">That we may arm us to encounter it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know</div>
                     <div class="line">The treason that my haste forbids me show.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise pass'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">I do repent me; read not my name there</div>
                     <div class="line">My heart is not confederate with my hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down.</div>
                     <div class="line">I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king;</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear, and not love, begets his penitence:</div>
                     <div class="line">Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove</div>
                     <div class="line">A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy!</div>
                     <div class="line">O loyal father of a treacherous son!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou sheer, immaculate and silver fountain,</div>
                     <div class="line">From when this stream through muddy passages</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath held his current and defiled himself!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy overflow of good converts to bad,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thy abundant goodness shall excuse</div>
                     <div class="line">This deadly blot in thy digressing son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd;</div>
                     <div class="line">And he shall spend mine honour with his shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold.</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath,</div>
                     <div class="line">The traitor lives, the true man's put to death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  What ho, my liege! for God's sake,</div>
                     <div class="line">let me in.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">A woman, and thy aunt, great king; 'tis I.</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak with me, pity me, open the door.</div>
                     <div class="line">A beggar begs that never begg'd before.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Our scene is alter'd from a serious thing,</div>
                     <div class="line">And now changed to 'The Beggar and the King.'</div>
                     <div class="line">My dangerous cousin, let your mother in:</div>
                     <div class="line">I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou do pardon, whosoever pray,</div>
                     <div class="line">More sins for this forgiveness prosper may.</div>
                     <div class="line">This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rest sound;</div>
                     <div class="line">This let alone will all the rest confound.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter DUCHESS OF YORK</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">O king, believe not this hard-hearted man!</div>
                     <div class="line">Love loving not itself none other can.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here?</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Kneels</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Rise up, good aunt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Not yet, I thee beseech:</div>
                     <div class="line">For ever will I walk upon my knees,</div>
                     <div class="line">And never see day that the happy sees,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy,</div>
                     <div class="line">By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Against them both my true joints bended be.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ill mayst thou thrive, if thou grant any grace!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face;</div>
                     <div class="line">His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest;</div>
                     <div class="line">His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast:</div>
                     <div class="line">He prays but faintly and would be denied;</div>
                     <div class="line">We pray with heart and soul and all beside:</div>
                     <div class="line">His weary joints would gladly rise, I know;</div>
                     <div class="line">Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow:</div>
                     <div class="line">His prayers are full of false hypocrisy;</div>
                     <div class="line">Ours of true zeal and deep integrity.</div>
                     <div class="line">Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have</div>
                     <div class="line">That mercy which true prayer ought to have.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Good aunt, stand up.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, do not say, 'stand up;'</div>
                     <div class="line">Say, 'pardon' first, and afterwards 'stand up.'</div>
                     <div class="line">And if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Pardon' should be the first word of thy speech.</div>
                     <div class="line">I never long'd to hear a word till now;</div>
                     <div class="line">Say 'pardon,' king; let pity teach thee how:</div>
                     <div class="line">The word is short, but not so short as sweet;</div>
                     <div class="line">No word like 'pardon' for kings' mouths so meet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak it in French, king; say, 'pardonne moi.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy?</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">That set'st the word itself against the word!</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak 'pardon' as 'tis current in our land;</div>
                     <div class="line">The chopping French we do not understand.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thine eye begins to speak; set thy tongue there;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear;</div>
                     <div class="line">That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce,</div>
                     <div class="line">Pity may move thee 'pardon' to rehearse.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Good aunt, stand up.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">I do not sue to stand;</div>
                     <div class="line">Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">O happy vantage of a kneeling knee!</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again;</div>
                     <div class="line">Twice saying 'pardon' doth not pardon twain,</div>
                     <div class="line">But makes one pardon strong.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">With all my heart</div>
                     <div class="line">I pardon him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">A god on earth thou art.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">But for our trusty brother-in-law and the abbot,</div>
                     <div class="line">With all the rest of that consorted crew,</div>
                     <div class="line">Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.</div>
                     <div class="line">Good uncle, help to order several powers</div>
                     <div class="line">To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are:</div>
                     <div class="line">They shall not live within this world, I swear,</div>
                     <div class="line">But I will have them, if I once know where.</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncle, farewell: and, cousin too, adieu:</div>
                     <div class="line">Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">DUCHESS OF YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, my old son: I pray God make thee new.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  The same.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter EXTON and Servant</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXTON</div>
                     <div class="line">Didst thou not mark the king, what words he spake,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?'</div>
                     <div class="line">Was it not so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">These were his very words.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXTON</div>
                     <div class="line">'Have I no friend?' quoth he: he spake it twice,</div>
                     <div class="line">And urged it twice together, did he not?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">He did.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXTON</div>
                     <div class="line">And speaking it, he wistly look'd on me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And who should say, 'I would thou wert the man'</div>
                     <div class="line">That would divorce this terror from my heart;'</div>
                     <div class="line">Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  Pomfret castle.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING RICHARD</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">I have been studying how I may compare</div>
                     <div class="line">This prison where I live unto the world:</div>
                     <div class="line">And for because the world is populous</div>
                     <div class="line">And here is not a creature but myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.</div>
                     <div class="line">My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,</div>
                     <div class="line">My soul the father; and these two beget</div>
                     <div class="line">A generation of still-breeding thoughts,</div>
                     <div class="line">And these same thoughts people this little world,</div>
                     <div class="line">In humours like the people of this world,</div>
                     <div class="line">For no thought is contented. The better sort,</div>
                     <div class="line">As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With scruples and do set the word itself</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the word:</div>
                     <div class="line">As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,</div>
                     <div class="line">'It is as hard to come as for a camel</div>
                     <div class="line">To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'</div>
                     <div class="line">Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot</div>
                     <div class="line">Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails</div>
                     <div class="line">May tear a passage through the flinty ribs</div>
                     <div class="line">Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves</div>
                     <div class="line">That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars</div>
                     <div class="line">Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">That many have and others must sit there;</div>
                     <div class="line">And in this thought they find a kind of ease,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bearing their own misfortunes on the back</div>
                     <div class="line">Of such as have before endured the like.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus play I in one person many people,</div>
                     <div class="line">And none contented: sometimes am I king;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,</div>
                     <div class="line">And so I am: then crushing penury</div>
                     <div class="line">Persuades me I was better when a king;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then am I king'd again: and by and by</div>
                     <div class="line">Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,</div>
                     <div class="line">And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor I nor any man that but man is</div>
                     <div class="line">With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased</div>
                     <div class="line">With being nothing. Music do I hear?</div>
                     <p>Music</p>
                     <div class="line">Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,</div>
                     <div class="line">When time is broke and no proportion kept!</div>
                     <div class="line">So is it in the music of men's lives.</div>
                     <div class="line">And here have I the daintiness of ear</div>
                     <div class="line">To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string;</div>
                     <div class="line">But for the concord of my state and time</div>
                     <div class="line">Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.</div>
                     <div class="line">I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;</div>
                     <div class="line">For now hath time made me his numbering clock:</div>
                     <div class="line">My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar</div>
                     <div class="line">Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is</div>
                     <div class="line">Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans</div>
                     <div class="line">Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time</div>
                     <div class="line">Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,</div>
                     <div class="line">While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.</div>
                     <div class="line">This music mads me; let it sound no more;</div>
                     <div class="line">For though it have holp madmen to their wits,</div>
                     <div class="line">In me it seems it will make wise men mad.</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!</div>
                     <div class="line">For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard</div>
                     <div class="line">Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Groom of the Stable</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Groom</div>
                     <div class="line">Hail, royal prince!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, noble peer;</div>
                     <div class="line">The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.</div>
                     <div class="line">What art thou? and how comest thou hither,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where no man never comes but that sad dog</div>
                     <div class="line">That brings me food to make misfortune live?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Groom</div>
                     <div class="line">I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,</div>
                     <div class="line">When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York,</div>
                     <div class="line">With much ado at length have gotten leave</div>
                     <div class="line">To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, how it yearn'd my heart when I beheld</div>
                     <div class="line">In London streets, that coronation-day,</div>
                     <div class="line">When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,</div>
                     <div class="line">That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,</div>
                     <div class="line">That horse that I so carefully have dress'd!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,</div>
                     <div class="line">How went he under him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Groom</div>
                     <div class="line">So proudly as if he disdain'd the ground.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!</div>
                     <div class="line">That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;</div>
                     <div class="line">This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.</div>
                     <div class="line">Would he not stumble? would he not fall down,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck</div>
                     <div class="line">Of that proud man that did usurp his back?</div>
                     <div class="line">Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since thou, created to be awed by man,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse;</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet I bear a burthen like an ass,</div>
                     <div class="line">Spurr'd, gall'd and tired by jouncing Bolingbroke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Keeper, with a dish</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Keeper</div>
                     <div class="line">Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Groom</div>
                     <div class="line">What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Keeper</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, will't please you to fall to?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Keeper</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton, who</div>
                     <div class="line">lately came from the king, commands the contrary.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee!</div>
                     <div class="line">Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Beats the keeper</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Keeper</div>
                     <div class="line">Help, help, help!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter EXTON and Servants, armed</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                     <div class="line">How now! what means death in this rude assault?</div>
                     <div class="line">Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.</div>
                     <p>Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him</p>
                     <div class="line">Go thou, and fill another room in hell.</div>
                     <p>He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down</p>
                     <div class="line">That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire</div>
                     <div class="line">That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land.</div>
                     <div class="line">Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Dies</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXTON</div>
                     <div class="line">As full of valour as of royal blood:</div>
                     <div class="line">Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good!</div>
                     <div class="line">For now the devil, that told me I did well,</div>
                     <div class="line">Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.</div>
                     <div class="line">This dead king to the living king I'll bear</div>
                     <div class="line">Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.7">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>6. SCENE VI.  Windsor castle.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK,
with other Lords, and Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear</div>
                     <div class="line">Is that the rebels have consumed with fire</div>
                     <div class="line">Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire;</div>
                     <div class="line">But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.</div>
                     <p>Enter NORTHUMBERLAND</p>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, my lord what is the news?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                     <div class="line">First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.</div>
                     <div class="line">The next news is, I have to London sent</div>
                     <div class="line">The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:</div>
                     <div class="line">The manner of their taking may appear</div>
                     <div class="line">At large discoursed in this paper here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;</div>
                     <div class="line">And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LORD FITZWATER</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LORD FITZWATER</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London</div>
                     <div class="line">The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,</div>
                     <div class="line">Two of the dangerous consorted traitors</div>
                     <div class="line">That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;</div>
                     <div class="line">Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter HENRY PERCY, and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                     <div class="line">The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,</div>
                     <div class="line">With clog of conscience and sour melancholy</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath yielded up his body to the grave;</div>
                     <div class="line">But here is Carlisle living, to abide</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Carlisle, this is your doom:</div>
                     <div class="line">Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,</div>
                     <div class="line">More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;</div>
                     <div class="line">So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife:</div>
                     <div class="line">For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,</div>
                     <div class="line">High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter EXTON, with persons bearing a coffin</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXTON</div>
                     <div class="line">Great king, within this coffin I present</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies</div>
                     <div class="line">The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,</div>
                     <div class="line">Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought</div>
                     <div class="line">A deed of slander with thy fatal hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon my head and all this famous land.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXTON</div>
                     <div class="line">From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                     <div class="line">They love not poison that do poison need,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead,</div>
                     <div class="line">I hate the murderer, love him murdered.</div>
                     <div class="line">The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,</div>
                     <div class="line">But neither my good word nor princely favour:</div>
                     <div class="line">With Cain go wander through shades of night,</div>
                     <div class="line">And never show thy head by day nor light.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,</div>
                     <div class="line">That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow:</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, mourn with me for that I do lament,</div>
                     <div class="line">And put on sullen black incontinent:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,</div>
                     <div class="line">To wash this blood off from my guilty hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">March sadly after; grace my mournings here;</div>
                     <div class="line">In weeping after this untimely bier.</div>
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            <h1>The Tragedy of King Richard the Second</h1>
         </header>
         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  London. KING RICHARD II's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  The DUKE OF LANCASTER'S palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  The lists at Coventry.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  The court.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Ely House.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  The palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  Wilds in Gloucestershire.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  A camp in Wales.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Bristol. Before the castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  The coast of Wales. A castle in view.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  Wales. Before Flint castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's garden.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Westminster Hall.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  London. A street leading to the Tower.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  The DUKE OF YORK's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  A royal palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  Pomfret castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.7">6. SCENE VI.  Windsor castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
               </ul>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div class="content">
            <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
               <header class="preface-titlepage">
                  <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="content">
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">KING RICHARD, the Second. </span>
                  </p>
                  <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
                     <tr>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">
                              <span class="personname">JOHN OF GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster	</span>
                              <span class="personname">EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of York  </span>
                           </span>
                        </td>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">uncles to the King.</span>
                        </td>
                     </tr>
                  </table>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Hereford</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King Henry IV.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">DUKE OF AUMERLE, son to the Duke of York.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">THOMAS MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">DUKE OF SURREY</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">EARL OF SALISBURY</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LORD BERKELEY</span>
                  </p>
                  <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
                     <tr>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">
                              <span class="personname">BUSHY</span>
                              <span class="personname">BAGOT</span>
                              <span class="personname">GREEN</span>
                           </span>
                        </td>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">servants to King Richard.</span>
                        </td>
                     </tr>
                  </table>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">HENRY PERCY, surnamed HOTSPUR, his son. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LORD ROSS</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LORD WILLOUGHBY</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LORD FITZWATER</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">BISHOP OF CARLISLE</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Abbot Of Westminster</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LORD MARSHAL</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">SIR STEPHEN SCROOP</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">SIR PIERCE OF EXTON</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Captain of a band of Welshmen. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">QUEEN to King Richard</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">DUCHESS OF YORK</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Lady attending on the Queen. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gardeners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>SCENE  England and Wales.</p>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  London. KING RICHARD II's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  The DUKE OF LANCASTER'S palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  The lists at Coventry.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  The court.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  London. KING RICHARD II's palace.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter KING RICHARD II, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other
Nobles and Attendants</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,</div>
                              <div class="line">Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Here to make good the boisterous late appeal,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which then our leisure would not let us hear,</div>
                              <div class="line">Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">I have, my liege.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him,</div>
                              <div class="line">If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;</div>
                              <div class="line">Or worthily, as a good subject should,</div>
                              <div class="line">On some known ground of treachery in him?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">As near as I could sift him on that argument,</div>
                              <div class="line">On some apparent danger seen in him</div>
                              <div class="line">Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Then call them to our presence; face to face,</div>
                              <div class="line">And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear</div>
                              <div class="line">The accuser and the accused freely speak:</div>
                              <div class="line">High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,</div>
                              <div class="line">In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and THOMAS MOWBRAY</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Many years of happy days befal</div>
                              <div class="line">My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">Each day still better other's happiness;</div>
                              <div class="line">Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,</div>
                              <div class="line">Add an immortal title to your crown!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">We thank you both: yet one but flatters us,</div>
                              <div class="line">As well appeareth by the cause you come;</div>
                              <div class="line">Namely to appeal each other of high treason.</div>
                              <div class="line">Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object</div>
                              <div class="line">Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">First, heaven be the record to my speech!</div>
                              <div class="line">In the devotion of a subject's love,</div>
                              <div class="line">Tendering the precious safety of my prince,</div>
                              <div class="line">And free from other misbegotten hate,</div>
                              <div class="line">Come I appellant to this princely presence.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">And mark my greeting well; for what I speak</div>
                              <div class="line">My body shall make good upon this earth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,</div>
                              <div class="line">Too good to be so and too bad to live,</div>
                              <div class="line">Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,</div>
                              <div class="line">The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.</div>
                              <div class="line">Once more, the more to aggravate the note,</div>
                              <div class="line">With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat;</div>
                              <div class="line">And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move,</div>
                              <div class="line">What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal:</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,</div>
                              <div class="line">The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,</div>
                              <div class="line">Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;</div>
                              <div class="line">The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this:</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet can I not of such tame patience boast</div>
                              <div class="line">As to be hush'd and nought at all to say:</div>
                              <div class="line">First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me</div>
                              <div class="line">From giving reins and spurs to my free speech;</div>
                              <div class="line">Which else would post until it had return'd</div>
                              <div class="line">These terms of treason doubled down his throat.</div>
                              <div class="line">Setting aside his high blood's royalty,</div>
                              <div class="line">And let him be no kinsman to my liege,</div>
                              <div class="line">I do defy him, and I spit at him;</div>
                              <div class="line">Call him a slanderous coward and a villain:</div>
                              <div class="line">Which to maintain I would allow him odds,</div>
                              <div class="line">And meet him, were I tied to run afoot</div>
                              <div class="line">Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or any other ground inhabitable,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.</div>
                              <div class="line">Mean time let this defend my loyalty,</div>
                              <div class="line">By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,</div>
                              <div class="line">Disclaiming here the kindred of the king,</div>
                              <div class="line">And lay aside my high blood's royalty,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.</div>
                              <div class="line">If guilty dread have left thee so much strength</div>
                              <div class="line">As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop:</div>
                              <div class="line">By that and all the rites of knighthood else,</div>
                              <div class="line">Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,</div>
                              <div class="line">What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">I take it up; and by that sword I swear</div>
                              <div class="line">Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll answer thee in any fair degree,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:</div>
                              <div class="line">And when I mount, alive may I not light,</div>
                              <div class="line">If I be traitor or unjustly fight!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?</div>
                              <div class="line">It must be great that can inherit us</div>
                              <div class="line">So much as of a thought of ill in him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true;</div>
                              <div class="line">That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles</div>
                              <div class="line">In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers,</div>
                              <div class="line">The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments,</div>
                              <div class="line">Like a false traitor and injurious villain.</div>
                              <div class="line">Besides I say and will in battle prove,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge</div>
                              <div class="line">That ever was survey'd by English eye,</div>
                              <div class="line">That all the treasons for these eighteen years</div>
                              <div class="line">Complotted and contrived in this land</div>
                              <div class="line">Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.</div>
                              <div class="line">Further I say and further will maintain</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon his bad life to make all this good,</div>
                              <div class="line">That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,</div>
                              <div class="line">Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,</div>
                              <div class="line">And consequently, like a traitor coward,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood:</div>
                              <div class="line">Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,</div>
                              <div class="line">Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,</div>
                              <div class="line">To me for justice and rough chastisement;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, by the glorious worth of my descent,</div>
                              <div class="line">This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">How high a pitch his resolution soars!</div>
                              <div class="line">Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">O, let my sovereign turn away his face</div>
                              <div class="line">And bid his ears a little while be deaf,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till I have told this slander of his blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">How God and good men hate so foul a liar.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears:</div>
                              <div class="line">Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,</div>
                              <div class="line">As he is but my father's brother's son,</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow,</div>
                              <div class="line">Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood</div>
                              <div class="line">Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize</div>
                              <div class="line">The unstooping firmness of my upright soul:</div>
                              <div class="line">He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou:</div>
                              <div class="line">Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,</div>
                              <div class="line">Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.</div>
                              <div class="line">Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais</div>
                              <div class="line">Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers;</div>
                              <div class="line">The other part reserved I by consent,</div>
                              <div class="line">For that my sovereign liege was in my debt</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon remainder of a dear account,</div>
                              <div class="line">Since last I went to France to fetch his queen:</div>
                              <div class="line">Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's death,</div>
                              <div class="line">I slew him not; but to my own disgrace</div>
                              <div class="line">Neglected my sworn duty in that case.</div>
                              <div class="line">For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster,</div>
                              <div class="line">The honourable father to my foe</div>
                              <div class="line">Once did I lay an ambush for your life,</div>
                              <div class="line">A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul</div>
                              <div class="line">But ere I last received the sacrament</div>
                              <div class="line">I did confess it, and exactly begg'd</div>
                              <div class="line">Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it.</div>
                              <div class="line">This is my fault: as for the rest appeall'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">It issues from the rancour of a villain,</div>
                              <div class="line">A recreant and most degenerate traitor</div>
                              <div class="line">Which in myself I boldly will defend;</div>
                              <div class="line">And interchangeably hurl down my gage</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon this overweening traitor's foot,</div>
                              <div class="line">To prove myself a loyal gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom.</div>
                              <div class="line">In haste whereof, most heartily I pray</div>
                              <div class="line">Your highness to assign our trial day.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me;</div>
                              <div class="line">Let's purge this choler without letting blood:</div>
                              <div class="line">This we prescribe, though no physician;</div>
                              <div class="line">Deep malice makes too deep incision;</div>
                              <div class="line">Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed;</div>
                              <div class="line">Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.</div>
                              <div class="line">Good uncle, let this end where it begun;</div>
                              <div class="line">We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">To be a make-peace shall become my age:</div>
                              <div class="line">Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">And, Norfolk, throw down his.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">When, Harry, when?</div>
                              <div class="line">Obedience bids I should not bid again.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot.</div>
                              <div class="line">My life thou shalt command, but not my shame:</div>
                              <div class="line">The one my duty owes; but my fair name,</div>
                              <div class="line">Despite of death that lives upon my grave,</div>
                              <div class="line">To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.</div>
                              <div class="line">I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here,</div>
                              <div class="line">Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear,</div>
                              <div class="line">The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood</div>
                              <div class="line">Which breathed this poison.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Rage must be withstood:</div>
                              <div class="line">Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame.</div>
                              <div class="line">And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,</div>
                              <div class="line">The purest treasure mortal times afford</div>
                              <div class="line">Is spotless reputation: that away,</div>
                              <div class="line">Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.</div>
                              <div class="line">A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest</div>
                              <div class="line">Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.</div>
                              <div class="line">Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:</div>
                              <div class="line">Take honour from me, and my life is done:</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;</div>
                              <div class="line">In that I live and for that will I die.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">O, God defend my soul from such deep sin!</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight?</div>
                              <div class="line">Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height</div>
                              <div class="line">Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear</div>
                              <div class="line">The slavish motive of recanting fear,</div>
                              <div class="line">And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit JOHN OF GAUNT</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">We were not born to sue, but to command;</div>
                              <div class="line">Which since we cannot do to make you friends,</div>
                              <div class="line">Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,</div>
                              <div class="line">At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day:</div>
                              <div class="line">There shall your swords and lances arbitrate</div>
                              <div class="line">The swelling difference of your settled hate:</div>
                              <div class="line">Since we can not atone you, we shall see</div>
                              <div class="line">Justice design the victor's chivalry.</div>
                              <div class="line">Lord marshal, command our officers at arms</div>
                              <div class="line">Be ready to direct these home alarms.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.3">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>2. SCENE II.  The DUKE OF LANCASTER'S palace.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter JOHN OF GAUNT with DUCHESS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth more solicit me than your exclaims,</div>
                              <div class="line">To stir against the butchers of his life!</div>
                              <div class="line">But since correction lieth in those hands</div>
                              <div class="line">Which made the fault that we cannot correct,</div>
                              <div class="line">Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;</div>
                              <div class="line">Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUCHESS</div>
                              <div class="line">Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?</div>
                              <div class="line">Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,</div>
                              <div class="line">Were as seven vials of his sacred blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or seven fair branches springing from one root:</div>
                              <div class="line">Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,</div>
                              <div class="line">Some of those branches by the Destinies cut;</div>
                              <div class="line">But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,</div>
                              <div class="line">One vial full of Edward's sacred blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">One flourishing branch of his most royal root,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded,</div>
                              <div class="line">By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! that bed, that womb,</div>
                              <div class="line">That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee</div>
                              <div class="line">Made him a man; and though thou livest and breathest,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent</div>
                              <div class="line">In some large measure to thy father's death,</div>
                              <div class="line">In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who was the model of thy father's life.</div>
                              <div class="line">Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:</div>
                              <div class="line">In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life,</div>
                              <div class="line">Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">That which in mean men we intitle patience</div>
                              <div class="line">Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.</div>
                              <div class="line">What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life,</div>
                              <div class="line">The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute,</div>
                              <div class="line">His deputy anointed in His sight,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath caused his death: the which if wrongfully,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift</div>
                              <div class="line">An angry arm against His minister.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUCHESS</div>
                              <div class="line">Where then, alas, may I complain myself?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">To God, the widow's champion and defence.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUCHESS</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold</div>
                              <div class="line">Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight:</div>
                              <div class="line">O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear,</div>
                              <div class="line">That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!</div>
                              <div class="line">Or, if misfortune miss the first career,</div>
                              <div class="line">Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom,</div>
                              <div class="line">They may break his foaming courser's back,</div>
                              <div class="line">And throw the rider headlong in the lists,</div>
                              <div class="line">A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford!</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's wife</div>
                              <div class="line">With her companion grief must end her life.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry:</div>
                              <div class="line">As much good stay with thee as go with me!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUCHESS</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls,</div>
                              <div class="line">Not with the empty hollowness, but weight:</div>
                              <div class="line">I take my leave before I have begun,</div>
                              <div class="line">For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.</div>
                              <div class="line">Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.</div>
                              <div class="line">Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so;</div>
                              <div class="line">Though this be all, do not so quickly go;</div>
                              <div class="line">I shall remember more. Bid him--ah, what?--</div>
                              <div class="line">With all good speed at Plashy visit me.</div>
                              <div class="line">Alack, and what shall good old York there see</div>
                              <div class="line">But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?</div>
                              <div class="line">And what hear there for welcome but my groans?</div>
                              <div class="line">Therefore commend me; let him not come there,</div>
                              <div class="line">To seek out sorrow that dwells every where.</div>
                              <div class="line">Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die:</div>
                              <div class="line">The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.4">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>3. SCENE III.  The lists at Coventry.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                              <div class="line">My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                              <div class="line">The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,</div>
                              <div class="line">Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay</div>
                              <div class="line">For nothing but his majesty's approach.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>The trumpets sound, and KING RICHARD enters with
his nobles, JOHN OF GAUNT, BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN, and
others. When they are set, enter THOMAS MOWBRAY in
arms, defendant, with a Herald</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Marshal, demand of yonder champion</div>
                              <div class="line">The cause of his arrival here in arms:</div>
                              <div class="line">Ask him his name and orderly proceed</div>
                              <div class="line">To swear him in the justice of his cause.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                              <div class="line">In God's name and the king's, say who thou art</div>
                              <div class="line">And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel:</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;</div>
                              <div class="line">As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk;</div>
                              <div class="line">Who hither come engaged by my oath--</div>
                              <div class="line">Which God defend a knight should violate!--</div>
                              <div class="line">Both to defend my loyalty and truth</div>
                              <div class="line">To God, my king and my succeeding issue,</div>
                              <div class="line">Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me</div>
                              <div class="line">And, by the grace of God and this mine arm,</div>
                              <div class="line">To prove him, in defending of myself,</div>
                              <div class="line">A traitor to my God, my king, and me:</div>
                              <div class="line">And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE,
appellant, in armour, with a Herald</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">Both who he is and why he cometh hither</div>
                              <div class="line">Thus plated in habiliments of war,</div>
                              <div class="line">And formally, according to our law,</div>
                              <div class="line">Depose him in the justice of his cause.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                              <div class="line">What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither,</div>
                              <div class="line">Before King Richard in his royal lists?</div>
                              <div class="line">Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel?</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby</div>
                              <div class="line">Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour,</div>
                              <div class="line">In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,</div>
                              <div class="line">That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous,</div>
                              <div class="line">To God of heaven, King Richard and to me;</div>
                              <div class="line">And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                              <div class="line">On pain of death, no person be so bold</div>
                              <div class="line">Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists,</div>
                              <div class="line">Except the marshal and such officers</div>
                              <div class="line">Appointed to direct these fair designs.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand,</div>
                              <div class="line">And bow my knee before his majesty:</div>
                              <div class="line">For Mowbray and myself are like two men</div>
                              <div class="line">That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;</div>
                              <div class="line">Then let us take a ceremonious leave</div>
                              <div class="line">And loving farewell of our several friends.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                              <div class="line">The appellant in all duty greets your highness,</div>
                              <div class="line">And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">We will descend and fold him in our arms.</div>
                              <div class="line">Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,</div>
                              <div class="line">So be thy fortune in this royal fight!</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">O let no noble eye profane a tear</div>
                              <div class="line">For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear:</div>
                              <div class="line">As confident as is the falcon's flight</div>
                              <div class="line">Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.</div>
                              <div class="line">My loving lord, I take my leave of you;</div>
                              <div class="line">Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;</div>
                              <div class="line">Not sick, although I have to do with death,</div>
                              <div class="line">But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.</div>
                              <div class="line">Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet</div>
                              <div class="line">The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet:</div>
                              <div class="line">O thou, the earthly author of my blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up</div>
                              <div class="line">To reach at victory above my head,</div>
                              <div class="line">Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;</div>
                              <div class="line">And with thy blessings steel my lance's point,</div>
                              <div class="line">That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat,</div>
                              <div class="line">And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt,</div>
                              <div class="line">Even in the lusty havior of his son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">God in thy good cause make thee prosperous!</div>
                              <div class="line">Be swift like lightning in the execution;</div>
                              <div class="line">And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,</div>
                              <div class="line">Fall like amazing thunder on the casque</div>
                              <div class="line">Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:</div>
                              <div class="line">Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">However God or fortune cast my lot,</div>
                              <div class="line">There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne,</div>
                              <div class="line">A loyal, just and upright gentleman:</div>
                              <div class="line">Never did captive with a freer heart</div>
                              <div class="line">Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace</div>
                              <div class="line">His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement,</div>
                              <div class="line">More than my dancing soul doth celebrate</div>
                              <div class="line">This feast of battle with mine adversary.</div>
                              <div class="line">Most mighty liege, and my companion peers,</div>
                              <div class="line">Take from my mouth the wish of happy years:</div>
                              <div class="line">As gentle and as jocund as to jest</div>
                              <div class="line">Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell, my lord: securely I espy</div>
                              <div class="line">Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.</div>
                              <div class="line">Order the trial, marshal, and begin.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                              <div class="line">Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,</div>
                              <div class="line">Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                              <div class="line">Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Herald</div>
                              <div class="line">Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,</div>
                              <div class="line">Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself,</div>
                              <div class="line">On pain to be found false and recreant,</div>
                              <div class="line">To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,</div>
                              <div class="line">A traitor to his God, his king and him;</div>
                              <div class="line">And dares him to set forward to the fight.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Herald</div>
                              <div class="line">Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,</div>
                              <div class="line">On pain to be found false and recreant,</div>
                              <div class="line">Both to defend himself and to approve</div>
                              <div class="line">Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,</div>
                              <div class="line">To God, his sovereign and to him disloyal;</div>
                              <div class="line">Courageously and with a free desire</div>
                              <div class="line">Attending but the signal to begin.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                              <div class="line">Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.</div>
                              <p>A charge sounded</p>
                              <div class="line">Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,</div>
                              <div class="line">And both return back to their chairs again:</div>
                              <div class="line">Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound</div>
                              <div class="line">While we return these dukes what we decree.</div>
                              <p>A long flourish</p>
                              <div class="line">Draw near,</div>
                              <div class="line">And list what with our council we have done.</div>
                              <div class="line">For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd</div>
                              <div class="line">With that dear blood which it hath fostered;</div>
                              <div class="line">And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect</div>
                              <div class="line">Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' sword;</div>
                              <div class="line">And for we think the eagle-winged pride</div>
                              <div class="line">Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,</div>
                              <div class="line">With rival-hating envy, set on you</div>
                              <div class="line">To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle</div>
                              <div class="line">Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;</div>
                              <div class="line">Which so roused up with boisterous untuned drums,</div>
                              <div class="line">With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray,</div>
                              <div class="line">And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace</div>
                              <div class="line">And make us wade even in our kindred's blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">Therefore, we banish you our territories:</div>
                              <div class="line">You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall not regreet our fair dominions,</div>
                              <div class="line">But tread the stranger paths of banishment.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Your will be done: this must my comfort be,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sun that warms you here shall shine on me;</div>
                              <div class="line">And those his golden beams to you here lent</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall point on me and gild my banishment.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:</div>
                              <div class="line">The sly slow hours shall not determinate</div>
                              <div class="line">The dateless limit of thy dear exile;</div>
                              <div class="line">The hopeless word of 'never to return'</div>
                              <div class="line">Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,</div>
                              <div class="line">And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth:</div>
                              <div class="line">A dearer merit, not so deep a maim</div>
                              <div class="line">As to be cast forth in the common air,</div>
                              <div class="line">Have I deserved at your highness' hands.</div>
                              <div class="line">The language I have learn'd these forty years,</div>
                              <div class="line">My native English, now I must forego:</div>
                              <div class="line">And now my tongue's use is to me no more</div>
                              <div class="line">Than an unstringed viol or a harp,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or like a cunning instrument cased up,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or, being open, put into his hands</div>
                              <div class="line">That knows no touch to tune the harmony:</div>
                              <div class="line">Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue,</div>
                              <div class="line">Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips;</div>
                              <div class="line">And dull unfeeling barren ignorance</div>
                              <div class="line">Is made my gaoler to attend on me.</div>
                              <div class="line">I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,</div>
                              <div class="line">Too far in years to be a pupil now:</div>
                              <div class="line">What is thy sentence then but speechless death,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">It boots thee not to be compassionate:</div>
                              <div class="line">After our sentence plaining comes too late.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">Then thus I turn me from my country's light,</div>
                              <div class="line">To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Return again, and take an oath with thee.</div>
                              <div class="line">Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands;</div>
                              <div class="line">Swear by the duty that you owe to God--</div>
                              <div class="line">Our part therein we banish with yourselves--</div>
                              <div class="line">To keep the oath that we administer:</div>
                              <div class="line">You never shall, so help you truth and God!</div>
                              <div class="line">Embrace each other's love in banishment;</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor never look upon each other's face;</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile</div>
                              <div class="line">This louring tempest of your home-bred hate;</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor never by advised purpose meet</div>
                              <div class="line">To plot, contrive, or complot any ill</div>
                              <div class="line">'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">I swear.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">And I, to keep all this.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:--</div>
                              <div class="line">By this time, had the king permitted us,</div>
                              <div class="line">One of our souls had wander'd in the air.</div>
                              <div class="line">Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh,</div>
                              <div class="line">As now our flesh is banish'd from this land:</div>
                              <div class="line">Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm;</div>
                              <div class="line">Since thou hast far to go, bear not along</div>
                              <div class="line">The clogging burthen of a guilty soul.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">THOMAS MOWBRAY</div>
                              <div class="line">No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor,</div>
                              <div class="line">My name be blotted from the book of life,</div>
                              <div class="line">And I from heaven banish'd as from hence!</div>
                              <div class="line">But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know;</div>
                              <div class="line">And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue.</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray;</div>
                              <div class="line">Save back to England, all the world's my way.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes</div>
                              <div class="line">I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath from the number of his banish'd years</div>
                              <div class="line">Pluck'd four away.</div>
                              <p>To HENRY BOLINGBROKE</p>
                              <div class="line">Six frozen winter spent,</div>
                              <div class="line">Return with welcome home from banishment.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">How long a time lies in one little word!</div>
                              <div class="line">Four lagging winters and four wanton springs</div>
                              <div class="line">End in a word: such is the breath of kings.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">I thank my liege, that in regard of me</div>
                              <div class="line">He shortens four years of my son's exile:</div>
                              <div class="line">But little vantage shall I reap thereby;</div>
                              <div class="line">For, ere the six years that he hath to spend</div>
                              <div class="line">Can change their moons and bring their times about</div>
                              <div class="line">My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall be extinct with age and endless night;</div>
                              <div class="line">My inch of taper will be burnt and done,</div>
                              <div class="line">And blindfold death not let me see my son.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Why uncle, thou hast many years to live.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">But not a minute, king, that thou canst give:</div>
                              <div class="line">Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,</div>
                              <div class="line">And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,</div>
                              <div class="line">But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage;</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy word is current with him for my death,</div>
                              <div class="line">But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy son is banish'd upon good advice,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave:</div>
                              <div class="line">Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.</div>
                              <div class="line">You urged me as a judge; but I had rather</div>
                              <div class="line">You would have bid me argue like a father.</div>
                              <div class="line">O, had it been a stranger, not my child,</div>
                              <div class="line">To smooth his fault I should have been more mild:</div>
                              <div class="line">A partial slander sought I to avoid,</div>
                              <div class="line">And in the sentence my own life destroy'd.</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, I look'd when some of you should say,</div>
                              <div class="line">I was too strict to make mine own away;</div>
                              <div class="line">But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue</div>
                              <div class="line">Against my will to do myself this wrong.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so:</div>
                              <div class="line">Six years we banish him, and he shall go.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know,</div>
                              <div class="line">From where you do remain let paper show.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lord Marshal</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride,</div>
                              <div class="line">As far as land will let me, by your side.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words,</div>
                              <div class="line">That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">I have too few to take my leave of you,</div>
                              <div class="line">When the tongue's office should be prodigal</div>
                              <div class="line">To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Joy absent, grief is present for that time.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">What is six winters? they are quickly gone.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">The sullen passage of thy weary steps</div>
                              <div class="line">Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set</div>
                              <div class="line">The precious jewel of thy home return.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make</div>
                              <div class="line">Will but remember me what a deal of world</div>
                              <div class="line">I wander from the jewels that I love.</div>
                              <div class="line">Must I not serve a long apprenticehood</div>
                              <div class="line">To foreign passages, and in the end,</div>
                              <div class="line">Having my freedom, boast of nothing else</div>
                              <div class="line">But that I was a journeyman to grief?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">All places that the eye of heaven visits</div>
                              <div class="line">Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.</div>
                              <div class="line">Teach thy necessity to reason thus;</div>
                              <div class="line">There is no virtue like necessity.</div>
                              <div class="line">Think not the king did banish thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.</div>
                              <div class="line">Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour</div>
                              <div class="line">And not the king exiled thee; or suppose</div>
                              <div class="line">Devouring pestilence hangs in our air</div>
                              <div class="line">And thou art flying to a fresher clime:</div>
                              <div class="line">Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it</div>
                              <div class="line">To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou comest:</div>
                              <div class="line">Suppose the singing birds musicians,</div>
                              <div class="line">The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more</div>
                              <div class="line">Than a delightful measure or a dance;</div>
                              <div class="line">For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite</div>
                              <div class="line">The man that mocks at it and sets it light.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">O, who can hold a fire in his hand</div>
                              <div class="line">By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?</div>
                              <div class="line">Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite</div>
                              <div class="line">By bare imagination of a feast?</div>
                              <div class="line">Or wallow naked in December snow</div>
                              <div class="line">By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?</div>
                              <div class="line">O, no! the apprehension of the good</div>
                              <div class="line">Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:</div>
                              <div class="line">Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more</div>
                              <div class="line">Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way:</div>
                              <div class="line">Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu;</div>
                              <div class="line">My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!</div>
                              <div class="line">Where'er I wander, boast of this I can,</div>
                              <div class="line">Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.5">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>4. SCENE IV.  The court.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter KING RICHARD II, with BAGOT and GREEN at one
door; and the DUKE OF AUMERLE at another</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,</div>
                              <div class="line">How far brought you high Hereford on his way?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                              <div class="line">I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,</div>
                              <div class="line">But to the next highway, and there I left him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">And say, what store of parting tears were shed?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which then blew bitterly against our faces,</div>
                              <div class="line">Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance</div>
                              <div class="line">Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">What said our cousin when you parted with him?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                              <div class="line">'Farewell:'</div>
                              <div class="line">And, for my heart disdained that my tongue</div>
                              <div class="line">Should so profane the word, that taught me craft</div>
                              <div class="line">To counterfeit oppression of such grief</div>
                              <div class="line">That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.</div>
                              <div class="line">Marry, would the word 'farewell' have lengthen'd hours</div>
                              <div class="line">And added years to his short banishment,</div>
                              <div class="line">He should have had a volume of farewells;</div>
                              <div class="line">But since it would not, he had none of me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,</div>
                              <div class="line">When time shall call him home from banishment,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green</div>
                              <div class="line">Observed his courtship to the common people;</div>
                              <div class="line">How he did seem to dive into their hearts</div>
                              <div class="line">With humble and familiar courtesy,</div>
                              <div class="line">What reverence he did throw away on slaves,</div>
                              <div class="line">Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles</div>
                              <div class="line">And patient underbearing of his fortune,</div>
                              <div class="line">As 'twere to banish their affects with him.</div>
                              <div class="line">Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;</div>
                              <div class="line">A brace of draymen bid God speed him well</div>
                              <div class="line">And had the tribute of his supple knee,</div>
                              <div class="line">With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;'</div>
                              <div class="line">As were our England in reversion his,</div>
                              <div class="line">And he our subjects' next degree in hope.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,</div>
                              <div class="line">Expedient manage must be made, my liege,</div>
                              <div class="line">Ere further leisure yield them further means</div>
                              <div class="line">For their advantage and your highness' loss.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">We will ourself in person to this war:</div>
                              <div class="line">And, for our coffers, with too great a court</div>
                              <div class="line">And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,</div>
                              <div class="line">We are inforced to farm our royal realm;</div>
                              <div class="line">The revenue whereof shall furnish us</div>
                              <div class="line">For our affairs in hand: if that come short,</div>
                              <div class="line">Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters;</div>
                              <div class="line">Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,</div>
                              <div class="line">They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold</div>
                              <div class="line">And send them after to supply our wants;</div>
                              <div class="line">For we will make for Ireland presently.</div>
                              <p>Enter BUSHY</p>
                              <div class="line">Bushy, what news?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,</div>
                              <div class="line">Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste</div>
                              <div class="line">To entreat your majesty to visit him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Where lies he?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">At Ely House.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Now put it, God, in the physician's mind</div>
                              <div class="line">To help him to his grave immediately!</div>
                              <div class="line">The lining of his coffers shall make coats</div>
                              <div class="line">To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him:</div>
                              <div class="line">Pray God we may make haste, and come too late!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">All</div>
                              <div class="line">Amen.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.4">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 2. ACT II</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Ely House.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  The palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  Wilds in Gloucestershire.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  A camp in Wales.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  Ely House.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter JOHN OF GAUNT sick, with the DUKE OF YORK,
&c</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">Will the king come, that I may breathe my last</div>
                              <div class="line">In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath;</div>
                              <div class="line">For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">O, but they say the tongues of dying men</div>
                              <div class="line">Enforce attention like deep harmony:</div>
                              <div class="line">Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,</div>
                              <div class="line">For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.</div>
                              <div class="line">He that no more must say is listen'd more</div>
                              <div class="line">Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose;</div>
                              <div class="line">More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:</div>
                              <div class="line">The setting sun, and music at the close,</div>
                              <div class="line">As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,</div>
                              <div class="line">Writ in remembrance more than things long past:</div>
                              <div class="line">Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear,</div>
                              <div class="line">My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">No; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds,</div>
                              <div class="line">As praises, of whose taste the wise are fond,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound</div>
                              <div class="line">The open ear of youth doth always listen;</div>
                              <div class="line">Report of fashions in proud Italy,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose manners still our tardy apish nation</div>
                              <div class="line">Limps after in base imitation.</div>
                              <div class="line">Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity--</div>
                              <div class="line">So it be new, there's no respect how vile--</div>
                              <div class="line">That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?</div>
                              <div class="line">Then all too late comes counsel to be heard,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard.</div>
                              <div class="line">Direct not him whose way himself will choose:</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">Methinks I am a prophet new inspired</div>
                              <div class="line">And thus expiring do foretell of him:</div>
                              <div class="line">His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,</div>
                              <div class="line">For violent fires soon burn out themselves;</div>
                              <div class="line">Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;</div>
                              <div class="line">He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;</div>
                              <div class="line">With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:</div>
                              <div class="line">Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,</div>
                              <div class="line">Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.</div>
                              <div class="line">This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,</div>
                              <div class="line">This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,</div>
                              <div class="line">This other Eden, demi-paradise,</div>
                              <div class="line">This fortress built by Nature for herself</div>
                              <div class="line">Against infection and the hand of war,</div>
                              <div class="line">This happy breed of men, this little world,</div>
                              <div class="line">This precious stone set in the silver sea,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which serves it in the office of a wall,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or as a moat defensive to a house,</div>
                              <div class="line">Against the envy of less happier lands,</div>
                              <div class="line">This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,</div>
                              <div class="line">This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,</div>
                              <div class="line">Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Renowned for their deeds as far from home,</div>
                              <div class="line">For Christian service and true chivalry,</div>
                              <div class="line">As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,</div>
                              <div class="line">Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,</div>
                              <div class="line">This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,</div>
                              <div class="line">Dear for her reputation through the world,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,</div>
                              <div class="line">Like to a tenement or pelting farm:</div>
                              <div class="line">England, bound in with the triumphant sea</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege</div>
                              <div class="line">Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,</div>
                              <div class="line">With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:</div>
                              <div class="line">That England, that was wont to conquer others,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,</div>
                              <div class="line">How happy then were my ensuing death!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter KING RICHARD II and QUEEN, DUKE OF AUMERLE,
BUSHY, GREEN, BAGOT, LORD ROSS, and LORD
WILLOUGHBY</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">The king is come: deal mildly with his youth;</div>
                              <div class="line">For young hot colts being raged do rage the more.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">What comfort, man? how is't with aged Gaunt?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">O how that name befits my composition!</div>
                              <div class="line">Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old:</div>
                              <div class="line">Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast;</div>
                              <div class="line">And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt?</div>
                              <div class="line">For sleeping England long time have I watch'd;</div>
                              <div class="line">Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt:</div>
                              <div class="line">The pleasure that some fathers feed upon,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is my strict fast; I mean, my children's looks;</div>
                              <div class="line">And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt:</div>
                              <div class="line">Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Can sick men play so nicely with their names?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">No, misery makes sport to mock itself:</div>
                              <div class="line">Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me,</div>
                              <div class="line">I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Should dying men flatter with those that live?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">No, no, men living flatter those that die.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou, now a-dying, say'st thou flatterest me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">O, no! thou diest, though I the sicker be.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">Now He that made me knows I see thee ill;</div>
                              <div class="line">Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill.</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land</div>
                              <div class="line">Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;</div>
                              <div class="line">And thou, too careless patient as thou art,</div>
                              <div class="line">Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure</div>
                              <div class="line">Of those physicians that first wounded thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose compass is no bigger than thy head;</div>
                              <div class="line">And yet, incaged in so small a verge,</div>
                              <div class="line">The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.</div>
                              <div class="line">O, had thy grandsire with a prophet's eye</div>
                              <div class="line">Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame,</div>
                              <div class="line">Deposing thee before thou wert possess'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which art possess'd now to depose thyself.</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world,</div>
                              <div class="line">It were a shame to let this land by lease;</div>
                              <div class="line">But for thy world enjoying but this land,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is it not more than shame to shame it so?</div>
                              <div class="line">Landlord of England art thou now, not king:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; And thou--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">A lunatic lean-witted fool,</div>
                              <div class="line">Presuming on an ague's privilege,</div>
                              <div class="line">Darest with thy frozen admonition</div>
                              <div class="line">Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood</div>
                              <div class="line">With fury from his native residence.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, by my seat's right royal majesty,</div>
                              <div class="line">Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son,</div>
                              <div class="line">This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head</div>
                              <div class="line">Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOHN OF GAUNT</div>
                              <div class="line">O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son,</div>
                              <div class="line">For that I was his father Edward's son;</div>
                              <div class="line">That blood already, like the pelican,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hast thou tapp'd out and drunkenly caroused:</div>
                              <div class="line">My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whom fair befal in heaven 'mongst happy souls!</div>
                              <div class="line">May be a precedent and witness good</div>
                              <div class="line">That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood:</div>
                              <div class="line">Join with the present sickness that I have;</div>
                              <div class="line">And thy unkindness be like crooked age,</div>
                              <div class="line">To crop at once a too long wither'd flower.</div>
                              <div class="line">Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!</div>
                              <div class="line">These words hereafter thy tormentors be!</div>
                              <div class="line">Convey me to my bed, then to my grave:</div>
                              <div class="line">Love they to live that love and honour have.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit, borne off by his Attendants</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">And let them die that age and sullens have;</div>
                              <div class="line">For both hast thou, and both become the grave.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">I do beseech your majesty, impute his words</div>
                              <div class="line">To wayward sickliness and age in him:</div>
                              <div class="line">He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear</div>
                              <div class="line">As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his;</div>
                              <div class="line">As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter NORTHUMBERLAND</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">What says he?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, nothing; all is said</div>
                              <div class="line">His tongue is now a stringless instrument;</div>
                              <div class="line">Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!</div>
                              <div class="line">Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;</div>
                              <div class="line">His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.</div>
                              <div class="line">So much for that. Now for our Irish wars:</div>
                              <div class="line">We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which live like venom where no venom else</div>
                              <div class="line">But only they have privilege to live.</div>
                              <div class="line">And for these great affairs do ask some charge,</div>
                              <div class="line">Towards our assistance we do seize to us</div>
                              <div class="line">The plate, corn, revenues and moveables,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">How long shall I be patient? ah, how long</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?</div>
                              <div class="line">Not Gloucester's death, nor Hereford's banishment</div>
                              <div class="line">Not Gaunt's rebukes, nor England's private wrongs,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke</div>
                              <div class="line">About his marriage, nor my own disgrace,</div>
                              <div class="line">Have ever made me sour my patient cheek,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face.</div>
                              <div class="line">I am the last of noble Edward's sons,</div>
                              <div class="line">Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first:</div>
                              <div class="line">In war was never lion raged more fierce,</div>
                              <div class="line">In peace was never gentle lamb more mild,</div>
                              <div class="line">Than was that young and princely gentleman.</div>
                              <div class="line">His face thou hast, for even so look'd he,</div>
                              <div class="line">Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours;</div>
                              <div class="line">But when he frown'd, it was against the French</div>
                              <div class="line">And not against his friends; his noble hand</div>
                              <div class="line">Did will what he did spend and spent not that</div>
                              <div class="line">Which his triumphant father's hand had won;</div>
                              <div class="line">His hands were guilty of no kindred blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">But bloody with the enemies of his kin.</div>
                              <div class="line">O Richard! York is too far gone with grief,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or else he never would compare between.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, uncle, what's the matter?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">O my liege,</div>
                              <div class="line">Pardon me, if you please; if not, I, pleased</div>
                              <div class="line">Not to be pardon'd, am content withal.</div>
                              <div class="line">Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands</div>
                              <div class="line">The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford?</div>
                              <div class="line">Is not Gaunt dead, and doth not Hereford live?</div>
                              <div class="line">Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true?</div>
                              <div class="line">Did not the one deserve to have an heir?</div>
                              <div class="line">Is not his heir a well-deserving son?</div>
                              <div class="line">Take Hereford's rights away, and take from Time</div>
                              <div class="line">His charters and his customary rights;</div>
                              <div class="line">Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day;</div>
                              <div class="line">Be not thyself; for how art thou a king</div>
                              <div class="line">But by fair sequence and succession?</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, afore God--God forbid I say true!--</div>
                              <div class="line">If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,</div>
                              <div class="line">Call in the letters patent that he hath</div>
                              <div class="line">By his attorneys-general to sue</div>
                              <div class="line">His livery, and deny his offer'd homage,</div>
                              <div class="line">You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,</div>
                              <div class="line">You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts</div>
                              <div class="line">And prick my tender patience, to those thoughts</div>
                              <div class="line">Which honour and allegiance cannot think.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Think what you will, we seize into our hands</div>
                              <div class="line">His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll not be by the while: my liege, farewell:</div>
                              <div class="line">What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell;</div>
                              <div class="line">But by bad courses may be understood</div>
                              <div class="line">That their events can never fall out good.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight:</div>
                              <div class="line">Bid him repair to us to Ely House</div>
                              <div class="line">To see this business. To-morrow next</div>
                              <div class="line">We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow:</div>
                              <div class="line">And we create, in absence of ourself,</div>
                              <div class="line">Our uncle York lord governor of England;</div>
                              <div class="line">For he is just and always loved us well.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part;</div>
                              <div class="line">Be merry, for our time of stay is short</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II, QUEEN, DUKE OF
AUMERLE, BUSHY, GREEN, and BAGOT</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">And living too; for now his son is duke.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                              <div class="line">Barely in title, not in revenue.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Richly in both, if justice had her right.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">My heart is great; but it must break with silence,</div>
                              <div class="line">Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more</div>
                              <div class="line">That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                              <div class="line">Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford?</div>
                              <div class="line">If it be so, out with it boldly, man;</div>
                              <div class="line">Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">No good at all that I can do for him;</div>
                              <div class="line">Unless you call it good to pity him,</div>
                              <div class="line">Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne</div>
                              <div class="line">In him, a royal prince, and many moe</div>
                              <div class="line">Of noble blood in this declining land.</div>
                              <div class="line">The king is not himself, but basely led</div>
                              <div class="line">By flatterers; and what they will inform,</div>
                              <div class="line">Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all,</div>
                              <div class="line">That will the king severely prosecute</div>
                              <div class="line">'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes,</div>
                              <div class="line">And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined</div>
                              <div class="line">For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                              <div class="line">And daily new exactions are devised,</div>
                              <div class="line">As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what:</div>
                              <div class="line">But what, o' God's name, doth become of this?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not,</div>
                              <div class="line">But basely yielded upon compromise</div>
                              <div class="line">That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows:</div>
                              <div class="line">More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                              <div class="line">The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">He hath not money for these Irish wars,</div>
                              <div class="line">His burthenous taxations notwithstanding,</div>
                              <div class="line">But by the robbing of the banish'd duke.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">His noble kinsman: most degenerate king!</div>
                              <div class="line">But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet see no shelter to avoid the storm;</div>
                              <div class="line">We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,</div>
                              <div class="line">And yet we strike not, but securely perish.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">We see the very wreck that we must suffer;</div>
                              <div class="line">And unavoided is the danger now,</div>
                              <div class="line">For suffering so the causes of our wreck.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death</div>
                              <div class="line">I spy life peering; but I dare not say</div>
                              <div class="line">How near the tidings of our comfort is.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">Be confident to speak, Northumberland:</div>
                              <div class="line">We three are but thyself; and, speaking so,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Then thus: I have from Port le Blanc, a bay</div>
                              <div class="line">In Brittany, received intelligence</div>
                              <div class="line">That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord Cobham,</div>
                              <div class="line">That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,</div>
                              <div class="line">His brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton and Francis Quoint,</div>
                              <div class="line">All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Bretagne</div>
                              <div class="line">With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war,</div>
                              <div class="line">Are making hither with all due expedience</div>
                              <div class="line">And shortly mean to touch our northern shore:</div>
                              <div class="line">Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay</div>
                              <div class="line">The first departing of the king for Ireland.</div>
                              <div class="line">If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,</div>
                              <div class="line">Imp out our drooping country's broken wing,</div>
                              <div class="line">Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown,</div>
                              <div class="line">Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt</div>
                              <div class="line">And make high majesty look like itself,</div>
                              <div class="line">Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh;</div>
                              <div class="line">But if you faint, as fearing to do so,</div>
                              <div class="line">Stay and be secret, and myself will go.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                              <div class="line">Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.3">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>2. SCENE II.  The palace.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter QUEEN, BUSHY, and BAGOT</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, your majesty is too much sad:</div>
                              <div class="line">You promised, when you parted with the king,</div>
                              <div class="line">To lay aside life-harming heaviness</div>
                              <div class="line">And entertain a cheerful disposition.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">To please the king I did; to please myself</div>
                              <div class="line">I cannot do it; yet I know no cause</div>
                              <div class="line">Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,</div>
                              <div class="line">Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest</div>
                              <div class="line">As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks,</div>
                              <div class="line">Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is coming towards me, and my inward soul</div>
                              <div class="line">With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves,</div>
                              <div class="line">More than with parting from my lord the king.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;</div>
                              <div class="line">For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,</div>
                              <div class="line">Divides one thing entire to many objects;</div>
                              <div class="line">Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon</div>
                              <div class="line">Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry</div>
                              <div class="line">Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,</div>
                              <div class="line">Looking awry upon your lord's departure,</div>
                              <div class="line">Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail;</div>
                              <div class="line">Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows</div>
                              <div class="line">Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,</div>
                              <div class="line">More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen;</div>
                              <div class="line">Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which for things true weeps things imaginary.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">It may be so; but yet my inward soul</div>
                              <div class="line">Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be,</div>
                              <div class="line">I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad</div>
                              <div class="line">As, though on thinking on no thought I think,</div>
                              <div class="line">Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived</div>
                              <div class="line">From some forefather grief; mine is not so,</div>
                              <div class="line">For nothing had begot my something grief;</div>
                              <div class="line">Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis in reversion that I do possess;</div>
                              <div class="line">But what it is, that is not yet known; what</div>
                              <div class="line">I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter GREEN</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                              <div class="line">God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen:</div>
                              <div class="line">I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is;</div>
                              <div class="line">For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope:</div>
                              <div class="line">Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                              <div class="line">That he, our hope, might have retired his power,</div>
                              <div class="line">And driven into despair an enemy's hope,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who strongly hath set footing in this land:</div>
                              <div class="line">The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with uplifted arms is safe arrived</div>
                              <div class="line">At Ravenspurgh.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Now God in heaven forbid!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,</div>
                              <div class="line">The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy,</div>
                              <div class="line">The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,</div>
                              <div class="line">With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland</div>
                              <div class="line">And all the rest revolted faction traitors?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                              <div class="line">We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,</div>
                              <div class="line">And all the household servants fled with him</div>
                              <div class="line">To Bolingbroke.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,</div>
                              <div class="line">And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:</div>
                              <div class="line">Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,</div>
                              <div class="line">And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,</div>
                              <div class="line">Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">Despair not, madam.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Who shall hinder me?</div>
                              <div class="line">I will despair, and be at enmity</div>
                              <div class="line">With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,</div>
                              <div class="line">A parasite, a keeper back of death,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which false hope lingers in extremity.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter DUKE OF YORK</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Here comes the Duke of York.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">With signs of war about his aged neck:</div>
                              <div class="line">O, full of careful business are his looks!</div>
                              <div class="line">Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts:</div>
                              <div class="line">Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.</div>
                              <div class="line">Your husband, he is gone to save far off,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whilst others come to make him lose at home:</div>
                              <div class="line">Here am I left to underprop his land,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:</div>
                              <div class="line">Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;</div>
                              <div class="line">Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter a Servant</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, your son was gone before I came.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">He was? Why, so! go all which way it will!</div>
                              <div class="line">The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold,</div>
                              <div class="line">And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.</div>
                              <div class="line">Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester;</div>
                              <div class="line">Bid her send me presently a thousand pound:</div>
                              <div class="line">Hold, take my ring.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship,</div>
                              <div class="line">To-day, as I came by, I called there;</div>
                              <div class="line">But I shall grieve you to report the rest.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">What is't, knave?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">An hour before I came, the duchess died.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">God for his mercy! what a tide of woes</div>
                              <div class="line">Comes rushing on this woeful land at once!</div>
                              <div class="line">I know not what to do: I would to God,</div>
                              <div class="line">So my untruth had not provoked him to it,</div>
                              <div class="line">The king had cut off my head with my brother's.</div>
                              <div class="line">What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland?</div>
                              <div class="line">How shall we do for money for these wars?</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, sister,--cousin, I would say--pray, pardon me.</div>
                              <div class="line">Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts</div>
                              <div class="line">And bring away the armour that is there.</div>
                              <p>Exit Servant</p>
                              <div class="line">Gentlemen, will you go muster men?</div>
                              <div class="line">If I know how or which way to order these affairs</div>
                              <div class="line">Thus thrust disorderly into my hands,</div>
                              <div class="line">Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen:</div>
                              <div class="line">The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath</div>
                              <div class="line">And duty bids defend; the other again</div>
                              <div class="line">Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll</div>
                              <div class="line">Dispose of you.</div>
                              <div class="line">Gentlemen, go, muster up your men,</div>
                              <div class="line">And meet me presently at Berkeley.</div>
                              <div class="line">I should to Plashy too;</div>
                              <div class="line">But time will not permit: all is uneven,</div>
                              <div class="line">And every thing is left at six and seven.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt DUKE OF YORK and QUEEN</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland,</div>
                              <div class="line">But none returns. For us to levy power</div>
                              <div class="line">Proportionable to the enemy</div>
                              <div class="line">Is all unpossible.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Besides, our nearness to the king in love</div>
                              <div class="line">Is near the hate of those love not the king.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BAGOT</div>
                              <div class="line">And that's the wavering commons: for their love</div>
                              <div class="line">Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them</div>
                              <div class="line">By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BAGOT</div>
                              <div class="line">If judgement lie in them, then so do we,</div>
                              <div class="line">Because we ever have been near the king.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle:</div>
                              <div class="line">The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">Thither will I with you; for little office</div>
                              <div class="line">The hateful commons will perform for us,</div>
                              <div class="line">Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.</div>
                              <div class="line">Will you go along with us?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BAGOT</div>
                              <div class="line">No; I will to Ireland to his majesty.</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain,</div>
                              <div class="line">We three here art that ne'er shall meet again.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes</div>
                              <div class="line">Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry:</div>
                              <div class="line">Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, we may meet again.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BAGOT</div>
                              <div class="line">I fear me, never.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.4">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>3. SCENE III.  Wilds in Gloucestershire.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Believe me, noble lord,</div>
                              <div class="line">I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:</div>
                              <div class="line">These high wild hills and rough uneven ways</div>
                              <div class="line">Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome,</div>
                              <div class="line">And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,</div>
                              <div class="line">Making the hard way sweet and delectable.</div>
                              <div class="line">But I bethink me what a weary way</div>
                              <div class="line">From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found</div>
                              <div class="line">In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled</div>
                              <div class="line">The tediousness and process of my travel:</div>
                              <div class="line">But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have</div>
                              <div class="line">The present benefit which I possess;</div>
                              <div class="line">And hope to joy is little less in joy</div>
                              <div class="line">Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done</div>
                              <div class="line">By sight of what I have, your noble company.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Of much less value is my company</div>
                              <div class="line">Than your good words. But who comes here?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter HENRY PERCY</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">It is my son, young Harry Percy,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.</div>
                              <div class="line">Harry, how fares your uncle?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                              <div class="line">I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, is he not with the queen?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                              <div class="line">No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court,</div>
                              <div class="line">Broken his staff of office and dispersed</div>
                              <div class="line">The household of the king.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">What was his reason?</div>
                              <div class="line">He was not so resolved when last we spake together.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                              <div class="line">Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.</div>
                              <div class="line">But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh,</div>
                              <div class="line">To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,</div>
                              <div class="line">And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover</div>
                              <div class="line">What power the Duke of York had levied there;</div>
                              <div class="line">Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                              <div class="line">No, my good lord, for that is not forgot</div>
                              <div class="line">Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge,</div>
                              <div class="line">I never in my life did look on him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Then learn to know him now; this is the duke.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                              <div class="line">My gracious lord, I tender you my service,</div>
                              <div class="line">Such as it is, being tender, raw and young:</div>
                              <div class="line">Which elder days shall ripen and confirm</div>
                              <div class="line">To more approved service and desert.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure</div>
                              <div class="line">I count myself in nothing else so happy</div>
                              <div class="line">As in a soul remembering my good friends;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,</div>
                              <div class="line">It shall be still thy true love's recompense:</div>
                              <div class="line">My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir</div>
                              <div class="line">Keeps good old York there with his men of war?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY PERCY</div>
                              <div class="line">There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,</div>
                              <div class="line">Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard;</div>
                              <div class="line">And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour;</div>
                              <div class="line">None else of name and noble estimate.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter LORD ROSS and LORD WILLOUGHBY</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,</div>
                              <div class="line">Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues</div>
                              <div class="line">A banish'd traitor: all my treasury</div>
                              <div class="line">Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall be your love and labour's recompense.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                              <div class="line">And far surmounts our labour to attain it.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor;</div>
                              <div class="line">Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,</div>
                              <div class="line">Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter LORD BERKELEY</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD BERKELEY</div>
                              <div class="line">My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, my answer is--to Lancaster;</div>
                              <div class="line">And I am come to seek that name in England;</div>
                              <div class="line">And I must find that title in your tongue,</div>
                              <div class="line">Before I make reply to aught you say.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD BERKELEY</div>
                              <div class="line">Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my meaning</div>
                              <div class="line">To raze one title of your honour out:</div>
                              <div class="line">To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will,</div>
                              <div class="line">From the most gracious regent of this land,</div>
                              <div class="line">The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on</div>
                              <div class="line">To take advantage of the absent time</div>
                              <div class="line">And fright our native peace with self-born arms.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter DUKE OF YORK attended</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">I shall not need transport my words by you;</div>
                              <div class="line">Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Kneels</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose duty is deceiveable and false.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">My gracious uncle--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">Tut, tut!</div>
                              <div class="line">Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle:</div>
                              <div class="line">I am no traitor's uncle; and that word 'grace.'</div>
                              <div class="line">In an ungracious mouth is but profane.</div>
                              <div class="line">Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs</div>
                              <div class="line">Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?</div>
                              <div class="line">But then more 'why?' why have they dared to march</div>
                              <div class="line">So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,</div>
                              <div class="line">Frighting her pale-faced villages with war</div>
                              <div class="line">And ostentation of despised arms?</div>
                              <div class="line">Comest thou because the anointed king is hence?</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,</div>
                              <div class="line">And in my loyal bosom lies his power.</div>
                              <div class="line">Were I but now the lord of such hot youth</div>
                              <div class="line">As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself</div>
                              <div class="line">Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,</div>
                              <div class="line">From forth the ranks of many thousand French,</div>
                              <div class="line">O, then how quickly should this arm of mine.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee</div>
                              <div class="line">And minister correction to thy fault!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">My gracious uncle, let me know my fault:</div>
                              <div class="line">On what condition stands it and wherein?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">Even in condition of the worst degree,</div>
                              <div class="line">In gross rebellion and detested treason:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come</div>
                              <div class="line">Before the expiration of thy time,</div>
                              <div class="line">In braving arms against thy sovereign.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford;</div>
                              <div class="line">But as I come, I come for Lancaster.</div>
                              <div class="line">And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace</div>
                              <div class="line">Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:</div>
                              <div class="line">You are my father, for methinks in you</div>
                              <div class="line">I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father,</div>
                              <div class="line">Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd</div>
                              <div class="line">A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties</div>
                              <div class="line">Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away</div>
                              <div class="line">To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?</div>
                              <div class="line">If that my cousin king be King of England,</div>
                              <div class="line">It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.</div>
                              <div class="line">You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin;</div>
                              <div class="line">Had you first died, and he been thus trod down,</div>
                              <div class="line">He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father,</div>
                              <div class="line">To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.</div>
                              <div class="line">I am denied to sue my livery here,</div>
                              <div class="line">And yet my letters-patents give me leave:</div>
                              <div class="line">My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold,</div>
                              <div class="line">And these and all are all amiss employ'd.</div>
                              <div class="line">What would you have me do? I am a subject,</div>
                              <div class="line">And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me;</div>
                              <div class="line">And therefore, personally I lay my claim</div>
                              <div class="line">To my inheritance of free descent.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">The noble duke hath been too much abused.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD ROSS</div>
                              <div class="line">It stands your grace upon to do him right.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LORD WILLOUGHBY</div>
                              <div class="line">Base men by his endowments are made great.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">My lords of England, let me tell you this:</div>
                              <div class="line">I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs</div>
                              <div class="line">And laboured all I could to do him right;</div>
                              <div class="line">But in this kind to come, in braving arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">Be his own carver and cut out his way,</div>
                              <div class="line">To find out right with wrong, it may not be;</div>
                              <div class="line">And you that do abet him in this kind</div>
                              <div class="line">Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">NORTHUMBERLAND</div>
                              <div class="line">The noble duke hath sworn his coming is</div>
                              <div class="line">But for his own; and for the right of that</div>
                              <div class="line">We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;</div>
                              <div class="line">And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, well, I see the issue of these arms:</div>
                              <div class="line">I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,</div>
                              <div class="line">Because my power is weak and all ill left:</div>
                              <div class="line">But if I could, by Him that gave me life,</div>
                              <div class="line">I would attach you all and make you stoop</div>
                              <div class="line">Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;</div>
                              <div class="line">But since I cannot, be it known to you</div>
                              <div class="line">I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;</div>
                              <div class="line">Unless you please to enter in the castle</div>
                              <div class="line">And there repose you for this night.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">An offer, uncle, that we will accept:</div>
                              <div class="line">But we must win your grace to go with us</div>
                              <div class="line">To Bristol castle, which they say is held</div>
                              <div class="line">By Bushy, Bagot and their complices,</div>
                              <div class="line">The caterpillars of the commonwealth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause;</div>
                              <div class="line">For I am loath to break our country's laws.</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are:</div>
                              <div class="line">Things past redress are now with me past care.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.5">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>4. SCENE IV.  A camp in Wales.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter EARL OF SALISBURY and a Welsh Captain</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord of Salisbury, we have stay'd ten days,</div>
                              <div class="line">And hardly kept our countrymen together,</div>
                              <div class="line">And yet we hear no tidings from the king;</div>
                              <div class="line">Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">EARL OF SALISBURY</div>
                              <div class="line">Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman:</div>
                              <div class="line">The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay.</div>
                              <div class="line">The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd</div>
                              <div class="line">And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;</div>
                              <div class="line">The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth</div>
                              <div class="line">And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change;</div>
                              <div class="line">Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and leap,</div>
                              <div class="line">The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,</div>
                              <div class="line">The other to enjoy by rage and war:</div>
                              <div class="line">These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled,</div>
                              <div class="line">As well assured Richard their king is dead.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">EARL OF SALISBURY</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, Richard, with the eyes of heavy mind</div>
                              <div class="line">I see thy glory like a shooting star</div>
                              <div class="line">Fall to the base earth from the firmament.</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,</div>
                              <div class="line">Witnessing storms to come, woe and unrest:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,</div>
                              <div class="line">And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.5">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 3. ACT III</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Bristol. Before the castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  The coast of Wales. A castle in view.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  Wales. Before Flint castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's garden.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.5.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  Bristol. Before the castle.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK,
NORTHUMBERLAND, LORD ROSS, HENRY PERCY, LORD
WILLOUGHBY, with BUSHY and GREEN, prisoners</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Bring forth these men.</div>
                              <div class="line">Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls--</div>
                              <div class="line">Since presently your souls must part your bodies--</div>
                              <div class="line">With too much urging your pernicious lives,</div>
                              <div class="line">For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood</div>
                              <div class="line">From off my hands, here in the view of men</div>
                              <div class="line">I will unfold some causes of your deaths.</div>
                              <div class="line">You have misled a prince, a royal king,</div>
                              <div class="line">A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,</div>
                              <div class="line">By you unhappied and disfigured clean:</div>
                              <div class="line">You have in manner with your sinful hours</div>
                              <div class="line">Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,</div>
                              <div class="line">Broke the possession of a royal bed</div>
                              <div class="line">And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks</div>
                              <div class="line">With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.</div>
                              <div class="line">Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Near to the king in blood, and near in love</div>
                              <div class="line">Till you did make him misinterpret me,</div>
                              <div class="line">Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,</div>
                              <div class="line">And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,</div>
                              <div class="line">Eating the bitter bread of banishment;</div>
                              <div class="line">Whilst you have fed upon my signories,</div>
                              <div class="line">Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods,</div>
                              <div class="line">From my own windows torn my household coat,</div>
                              <div class="line">Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign,</div>
                              <div class="line">Save men's opinions and my living blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">To show the world I am a gentleman.</div>
                              <div class="line">This and much more, much more than twice all this,</div>
                              <div class="line">Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd over</div>
                              <div class="line">To execution and the hand of death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BUSHY</div>
                              <div class="line">More welcome is the stroke of death to me</div>
                              <div class="line">Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREEN</div>
                              <div class="line">My comfort is that heaven will take our souls</div>
                              <div class="line">And plague injustice with the pains of hell.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd.</div>
                              <p>Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with the
prisoners</p>
                              <div class="line">Uncle, you say the queen is at your house;</div>
                              <div class="line">For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated:</div>
                              <div class="line">Tell her I send to her my kind commends;</div>
                              <div class="line">Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF YORK</div>
                              <div class="line">A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd</div>
                              <div class="line">With letters of your love to her at large.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">HENRY BOLINGBROKE</div>
                              <div class="line">Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away.</div>
                              <div class="line">To fight with Glendower and his complices:</div>
                              <div class="line">Awhile to work, and after holiday.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.5.3">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>2. SCENE II.  The coast of Wales. A castle in view.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Drums; flourish and colours. Enter KING RICHARD
II, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, DUKE OF AUMERLE, and Soldiers</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Barkloughly castle call they this at hand?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air,</div>
                              <div class="line">After your late tossing on the breaking seas?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy</div>
                              <div class="line">To stand upon my kingdom once again.</div>
                              <div class="line">Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,</div>
                              <div class="line">Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs:</div>
                              <div class="line">As a long-parted mother with her child</div>
                              <div class="line">Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting,</div>
                              <div class="line">So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,</div>
                              <div class="line">And do thee favours with my royal hands.</div>
                              <div class="line">Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense;</div>
                              <div class="line">But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,</div>
                              <div class="line">And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way,</div>
                              <div class="line">Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet</div>
                              <div class="line">Which with usurping steps do trample thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies;</div>
                              <div class="line">And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,</div>
                              <div class="line">Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch</div>
                              <div class="line">Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.</div>
                              <div class="line">Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords:</div>
                              <div class="line">This earth shall have a feeling and these stones</div>
                              <div class="line">Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF CARLISLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.</div>
                              <div class="line">The means that heaven yields must be embraced,</div>
                              <div class="line">And not neglected; else, if heaven would,</div>
                              <div class="line">And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse,</div>
                              <div class="line">The proffer'd means of succor and redress.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                              <div class="line">He means, my lord, that we are too remiss;</div>
                              <div class="line">Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,</div>
                              <div class="line">Grows strong and great in substance and in power.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not</div>
                              <div class="line">That when the searching eye of heaven is hid,</div>
                              <div class="line">Behind the globe, that lights the lower world,</div>
                              <div class="line">Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen</div>
                              <div class="line">In murders and in outrage, boldly here;</div>
                              <div class="line">But when from under this terrestrial ball</div>
                              <div class="line">He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines</div>
                              <div class="line">And darts his light through every guilty hole,</div>
                              <div class="line">Then murders, treasons and detested sins,</div>
                              <div class="line">The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs,</div>
                              <div class="line">Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves?</div>
                              <div class="line">So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who all this while hath revell'd in the night</div>
                              <div class="line">Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall see us rising in our throne, the east,</div>
                              <div class="line">His treasons will sit blushing in his face,</div>
                              <div class="line">Not able to endure the sight of day,</div>
                              <div class="line">But self-affrighted tremble at his sin.</div>
                              <div class="line">Not all the water in the rough rude sea</div>
                              <div class="line">Can wash the balm off from an anointed king;</div>
                              <div class="line">The breath of worldly men cannot depose</div>
                              <div class="line">The deputy elected by the Lord:</div>
                              <div class="line">For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd</div>
                              <div class="line">To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,</div>
                              <div class="line">God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay</div>
                              <div class="line">A glorious angel: then, if angels fight,</div>
                              <div class="line">Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right.</div>
                              <p>Enter EARL OF SALISBURY</p>
                              <div class="line">Welcome, my lord how far off lies your power?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">EARL OF SALISBURY</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord,</div>
                              <div class="line">Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue</div>
                              <div class="line">And bids me speak of nothing but despair.</div>
                              <div class="line">One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth:</div>
                              <div class="line">O, call back yesterday, bid time return,</div>
                              <div class="line">And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!</div>
                              <div class="line">To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late,</div>
                              <div class="line">O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state:</div>
                              <div class="line">For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead.</div>
                              <div class="line">Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">DUKE OF AUMERLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">KING RICHARD II</div>
                              <div class="line">But now the blood of twenty thousand men</div>
                              <div class="line">Did triumph in my face, and they are fled;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, till so much blood thither come again,</div>
                              <div class="line">Have I not reason to look pale and dead?</div>