Rained from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen ; The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench The fresh, green lap of fair king Richard's land, My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
Go, signify as much; while here we march Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.-
[NORTHUMBERLAND advances to the castle, with a trumpet.
Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, That from the castle's tottered1 battlements Our fair appointments may be well perused. Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet With no less terror than the elements
Of fire and water, when their thundering shock At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: The rage be his, while on the earth I rain My waters; on the earth, and not on him. March on, and mark king Richard how he looks.
A parley sounded, and answered by another trumpet within. Flourish. Enter, on the walls, KING RICHARD, the Bishop of Carlisle, AUMERLE, SCROOP, and SALISBURY.
York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear,2 As doth the blushing, discontented sun
From out the fiery portal of the east; When he perceives the envious clouds are bent To dim his glory, and to stain the track Of his bright passage to the occident. Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth Controlling majesty. Alack, alack, for woe, That any harm should stain so fair a show!
1 Tottered, the reading of the two first quartos, is here probably used for tottering, according to the frequent usage of our Poet. The other copies read tattered.
2 The six first lines of this speech are erroneously given to Bolingbroke, in the old copies.
K. Rich. We are amazed; and thus long have we
To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
[TO NORTHUMBERLAND. Because we thought ourself thy lawful king; And if we be, how dare thy joints forget To pay their awful duty to our presence? If we be not, show us the hand of God That hath dismissed us from our stewardship; For well we know, no hand of blood and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
And though you think, that all, as you have done, Have torn their souls, by turning them from us, And we are barren, and bereft of friends;- Yet know, my Master, God omnipotent, Is mustering in his clouds, on our behalf, Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike Your children yet unborn, and unbegot, That lift your vassal hands against my head, *And threat the glory of my precious crown. Tell Bolingbroke, (for yond', methinks, he is,) That every stride he makes upon my land, Is dangerous treason. He is come to ope The purple testament of bleeding war; But ere the crown he looks for live in peace, Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons Shall ill become the flower of England's face; Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace To scarlet indignation, and bedew
Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. North. The King of heaven forbid, our lord the king
Should so with civil and uncivil arms
Be rushed upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin,
Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand;
And by the honorable tomb he swears,
1 i. e. England's flowery face; or, according to Warburton, the choicest youth of England.
That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; And by the royalties of both your bloods, Currents that spring from one most gracious head; And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt ; And by the worth and honor of himself, Comprising all that may be sworn or said,— His coming hither hath no furthur scope, Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg Enfranchisement immediate on his knees; Which on the royal party granted once, His glittering arms he will commend to rust, His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart To faithful service of your majesty.
This swears he, as he is a prince, is just; And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.
K. Rich. Northumberland, say, thus the king
His noble cousin is right welcome hither; And all the number of his fair demands Shall be accomplished without contradiction. With all the gracious utterance thou hast, Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.- We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not,
To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle
Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords. K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this tongue
That laid the sentence of dread banishment
On yon proud man, should take it off again
With words of sooth! 1 O, that I were as great As is my grief, or lesser than my name !
Or that I could forget what I have been!
1 Sooth is sweet, as well as true. In this place, sooth means sweetness or softness. Thus, to soothe still means to calm and sweeten the mind.
Or not remember what I must be now!
Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to
Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he submit?
The king shall do it. Must he be deposed? The king shall be contented. Must he lose The name of king? o' God's name, let it go. I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads; My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage; My gay apparel,' for an alms-man's gown; My figured goblets, for a dish of wood; My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff; My subjects, for a pair of carved saints; And my large kingdom, for a little grave, A little, little grave, an obscure grave ;— Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet May hourly trample on their sovereign's head. For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live; And, buried once, why not upon my head?-
Aumerle, thou weep'st. My tender-hearted cousin!— We'll make foul weather with despised tears; Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn, And make a dearth in this revolting land. Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, And make some pretty match with shedding tears? As thus to drop them still upon one place, Till they have fretted us a pair of graves Within the earth; and, therein laid,―There lies Two kinsmen, digged their graves with weeping eyes Would not this ill do well?-Well, well, I see I talk but idly, and you mock at me.-
1 Richard's expense in regard to dress was very extraordinary. had one coate which he caused to be made for him of gold and stone, valued at 3000 marks.”—Holinshed.
2 "Some way of common trade" is some way of frequent resort, a common course; as, at present, "a road of much traffic," i. e. frequent resort.
Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, What says king Bolingbroke? Will his majesty Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? You make a leg,' and Bolingbroke says―ay.2
North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you; may't please you to come down? K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering
Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
[NORTH. retires to BOLING. In the base court? Base court, where kings grow
To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace.
In the base court? Come down? Down, court! down, king!
For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should
Sorrow and grief of heart
Boling. What says his majesty?
Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man.
Enter KING RICHARD, and his Attendants, below.
Boling. Stand all apart,
And show fair duty to his majesty.
My gracious lord,
K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee,
To make the base earth proud with kissing it. Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy. Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,
Thus high at least, [Touching his own head.] although your knee be low.
Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
2 It should be remembered that the affirmative particle ay, was formerly written and sounded I, which rhymed well with die.
3 That is, the lower court of the castle (basse cour, Fr.).
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