Authors: William Shakespeare
Richard II (7 page)
GREEN
Well, he is gone, and with him go these thoughts.
Now for the rebels which
stand out
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in Ireland.
Expedient manage
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must be made, my liege,
Ere further
leisure
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yield them further means
For their advantage and your highness’ loss.
KING RICHARD
We will ourself in person to this war,
And, for our coffers with too great a court
And liberal
largesse
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are grown somewhat light,
We are enforced to
farm
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our royal realm,
The revenue whereof shall furnish us
For our affairs in hand. If that
come short
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,
Our
substitutes
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at home shall have blank charters,
Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,
They shall
subscribe them
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for large sums of gold
And send
them
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after to supply our wants,
For we will make for Ireland
presently
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.
Enter Bushy
Bushy, what news?
BUSHY
Old John of Gaunt is very sick, my lord,
Suddenly taken, and hath sent post haste
To entreat your majesty to visit him.
KING RICHARD
Where lies he?
BUSHY
At
Ely House
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.
KING RICHARD
Now put it, heaven, in his physician’s mind
To help him to his grave immediately!
The
lining
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of his coffers shall make coats
To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.
Come, gentlemen, let’s all go visit him.
Pray heaven we may make haste, and come too late!
[
Exeunt
]
running scene 5
Location:
London, Ely House
Enter Gaunt,
sick
, with York
[
and Attendants
]
GAUNT
Will the king come, that I may breathe my last
In wholesome counsel to his
unstaid
2
youth?
YORK
Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath,
For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.
GAUNT
O, but they say the tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony.
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
He that no more must say is
listened
9
more
Than they whom youth and ease have taught to
gloze
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.
More are men’s ends
marked
11
than their lives before.
The setting sun and music is the
close
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,
As the
last
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taste of sweets is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
Though Richard my life’s counsel would not hear,
My death’s
sad
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tale may yet undeaf his ear.
YORK
No, it is stopped with other flatt’ring sounds,
As praises, of his
state
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: then there are found
Lascivious
metres
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, to whose venom sound
The open ear of youth doth always listen,
Report of fashions in
proud
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Italy,
Whose manners still our
tardy apish
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nation
Limps after in base imitation.
Where doth the world thrust forth a
vanity
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—
So
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it be new, there’s no respect how vile —
That is not quickly
buzzed
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into his ears?
That
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all too late comes counsel to be heard,
Where
will doth mutiny with wit’s regard
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.
Direct not him whose way himself will choose.
’Tis breath thou lack’st, and that breath wilt thou lose.
GAUNT
Methinks I am a prophet
new inspired
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And thus
expiring
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do foretell of him.
His rash fierce blaze of
riot
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cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
Small
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showers last long, but sudden storms are short.
He tires
betimes
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that spurs too fast betimes.
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder.
Light vanity
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, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming
means
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soon preys upon itself.
This royal throne of kings, this
sceptred
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isle,
This
earth of majesty
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, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This
happy breed
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of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the
office
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of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessèd
plot
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, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this
teeming
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womb of royal kings,
Feared
by their breed
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and famous for their birth,
Renownèd for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the
sepulchre
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in stubborn Jewry
Of the
world’s ransom, blessèd Mary’s son
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:
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out — I die pronouncing it —
Like to a
tenement
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or pelting farm.
England,
bound in
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with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the
envious
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siege
Of watery
Neptune
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, is now bound in with shame,
With
inky blots and rotten parchment bonds
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.
That England, that was
wont
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to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
How happy then were my ensuing death!
Enter King, Queen, Aumerle, Bushy, Green, Bagot, Ross and Willoughby
YORK
The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth,
For young hot colts being raged do rage the more.
QUEEN
How fares our noble uncle Lancaster?
KING RICHARD
What comfort, man? How is’t with agèd Gaunt?
GAUNT
O, how that name befits my
composition
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!
Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old.
Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast,
And who abstains from
meat
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that is not gaunt?
For sleeping England long time have I
watched
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.
Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt.
The pleasure that some fathers feed upon,
Is my strict fast — I mean, my children’s looks,
And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt.
Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave,
Whose hollow womb
inherits
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nought but bones.
KING RICHARD
Can sick men play so
nicely
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with their names?
GAUNT
No, misery makes sport
to mock
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itself.
Since thou dost seek to
kill my name
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in me,
I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.
KING RICHARD
Should dying men flatter those that live?
GAUNT
No, no, men living flatter those that die.
KING RICHARD
Thou, now a-dying, say’st thou flatter’st me.
GAUNT
O no, thou diest, though I the sicker be.
KING RICHARD
I am in health, I breathe, I see thee ill.
GAUNT
Now he that made me knows I
see thee ill
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:
Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill.
Thy death-bed is no lesser than the land
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick.
And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
Commit’st thy anointed body to the cure
Of those physicians that first wounded thee.
A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,
Whose
compass
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is no bigger than thy head.
And yet, encagèd in so small a
verge
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,
The
waste
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is no whit lesser than thy land.
O, had thy
grandsire
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with a prophet’s eye
Seen how his son’s son should destroy
his sons
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,
From
forth
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thy reach he would have laid thy shame,
Deposing
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thee before thou wert possessed,
Which art possessed now to depose thyself.
Why,
cousin
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, were thou regent of the world,
It were a shame to let his land by lease.
But
for thy world enjoying but this land
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,
Is it not more than shame to shame it so?
Landlord of England art thou and not king.
Thy
state of law
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is bondslave to the law, and—
KING RICHARD
And thou, a lunatic lean-witted fool,
Presuming on
116
an ague’s privilege,
Dar’st with thy
frozen
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admonition
Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood
With fury from his native residence?
Now, by my
seat
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’s right royal majesty,
Wert thou not brother to great Edward’s son,
This tongue that runs so
roundly
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in thy head
Should run thy head from thy
unreverent
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shoulders.
GAUNT
O, spare me not, my brother’s — Edward’s — son,
For that
125
I was his father Edward’s son.
That blood already, like the
pelican
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,
Thou hast
tapped out
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and drunkenly caroused.
My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul —
Whom
fair
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befall in heaven ’mongst happy souls! —
May be a precedent and witness good
That thou respect’st not spilling Edward’s blood.
Join with the present sickness that I have,
And thy
unkindness
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be like crookèd age,
To crop at once a too long withered flower.
Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee:
These words hereafter thy tormentors be!
Convey me to my bed, then to my grave:
Love they to live that love and honour have.
Carried off by Attendants
Exit
KING RICHARD
And let them die that age and
sullens
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have,
For both hast thou, and both
become
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the grave.
YORK
I do beseech your majesty, impute his words
To wayward sickliness and age in him.
He loves you, on my life, and holds you
dear
As Harry
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Duke of Hereford, were he here.
KING RICHARD
Right, you say true. As Hereford’s love, so his;
As theirs, so mine, and all be as it is.
Enter Northumberland
NORTHUMBERLAND
My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.
KING RICHARD
What says he?
NORTHUMBERLAND
Nay, nothing. All is said.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument.
Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath
spent
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.
YORK
Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!
Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
KING RICHARD
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he.
His time is spent, our
pilgrimage
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must be.
So much for that. Now for our Irish wars:
We must
supplant
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those rough rug-headed kerns,
Which live like venom where no venom else
But only they have privilege to live.
And for these great affairs do
ask some charge
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,
Towards our assistance we do
seize
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to us
The
plate
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, coin, revenues and movables,
Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possessed.
YORK
How long shall I be patient? O, how long
Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?
Not Gloucester’s death, nor Hereford’s banishment,
Nor
Gaunt’s rebukes
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, nor England’s private wrongs,
Nor the prevention of poor
Bullingbrook
About his marriage
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, nor my own disgrace
Have ever made me sour my patient cheek,
Or
bend one wrinkle
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on my sovereign’s face.
I am the last of noble Edward’s sons,
Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first.
In war was never lion raged more fierce,
In peace was never gentle lamb more mild,
Than was that young and princely gentleman.
His face thou hast, for even so looked he,
Accomplished with the number of thy hours
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.
But when he frowned, it was against the French
And not against his friends. His noble hand
Did win what he did spend and spent not that
Which his triumphant father’s hand had won.
His hands were guilty of no kindred’s blood,
But bloody with the enemies of his kin.
O Richard, York is too far gone with grief,
Or else he never would compare between.
KING RICHARD
Why, uncle, what’s the matter?
YORK
O my liege,
Pardon me, if you please; if not, I, pleased
Not to be pardoned, am content
withal
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.
Seek you to
seize
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and grip into your hands
The
royalties
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and rights of banished Hereford?
Is not Gaunt dead? And doth not Hereford live?
Was not Gaunt just? And is not Harry
true
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?
Did not the one deserve to have an heir?
Is not his heir a well-deserving son?
Take Hereford’s rights away, and take from time
His
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charters and his customary rights:
Let not tomorrow then
ensue
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today.
Be not thyself. For how art thou a king
But by fair sequence and succession?
Now, afore God — God forbid I say true! —
If you do wrongfully seize Hereford’s right,
Call in his letters patents
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that he hath
By his attorneys-general to sue
His livery
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, and deny his offered
homage
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,
You
pluck
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a thousand dangers on your head,
You lose a thousand well-disposèd hearts
And
prick
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my tender patience to those thoughts
Which honour and allegiance cannot think.
