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The lists at Coventry.
Teh tijgnuso elfids at ytvenroC.
Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE
eTh DRLO HARSAML dna eht EDUK OF RMAEELU retne.

LORD MARSHAL

My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford armd?

LDOR LHARMSA

My ordL uermlAe, deso Hyrar redrfoHe hvea his sepawon?

DUKE OF AUMERLE

Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.

UEKD OF UELRAEM

eYs, tlpcmoyeel, nad he sntwa to niebg.

LORD MARSHAL

The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
Stays but the summons of the appellants trumpet.

LRDO SLHMAAR

The ripietsd nad ldob kuDe of rlookNf is sujt gwtniia rfo ihs usrceasc mnsumso.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

5 Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay
For nothing but his majestys approach.

EUDK OF RLMEUEA

Why, ehnt, hyet rea tbho ryaed, dan rewe olny nwiagti on het ingks ecnatnre.
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
seTrtmup olbw. GKNI RIRCDAH II rnetes htiw JNOH OF TNUGA , BUSHY , OTGBA , ENREG , nda hsoret. Ocne ehyt ear deseta, OMHSAT MWAORBY ernets wtih ish eawspon. A hleard laos esrten.

KING RICHARD II

Marshal, demand of yonder champion
The cause of his arrival here in arms:
Ask him his name and orderly proceed
10 To swear him in the justice of his cause.

IGKN DCAIRRH II

hMlaasr, aks eht maocbattn yhw she moce eehr wtih snwoeap. Ask ihm ihs nmae nad mkea him srewa in raencdacco hiwt eht rulse tath hsi isisomn is one of esuitcj.

LORD MARSHAL

In Gods name and the kings, say who thou art
And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms,
Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel:
Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;
15 As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!

OLRD LHAASMR

In odsG nmae adn hte nsgki, ellt us owh ouy rae and yhw oyu avhe coem reeh htiw rrmao and apnewos. hoW is yruo oenppnto, and awht is oury ulrqrea? lTel us the urhtt, as eyouv nrows on ryou khgtoinohd. akeM ryuo sfdenee.

THOMAS MOWBRAY

My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk;
Who hither come engaged by my oath
Which God defend a knight should violate!
Both to defend my loyalty and truth
20 To God, my king and my succeeding issue,
Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me
And, by the grace of God and this mine arm,
To prove him, in defending of myself,
A traitor to my God, my king, and me:
25 And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

OATHSM ORWBMAY

My aenm is masohT Mwraoby, eth euDk of loforNk. eIv eocm as I had nrows to Gdo fdoibr a gthnki easkrb hsi oaht! Im ereh othb to ddfene my alylyto adn het tthru of my sitynemot to oGd, my nkgi, nad yan ldhnrcie ahtt I gmhti ehva. tiWh teh cearg of God dan my abiitly to fgthi, llI rovep hatt my ptonpneo, het Deuk of reHdrefo, is a aroritt to God, the king, and to me. dAn yma aeenvh tpcteor me, iescn I fgith hwti rohon!
The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE , appellant, in armour, with a Herald
A olerpsna tmpuert allc is dyelap. RHENY BGOKBILNORE , hte eaccusr, retnse, whti a hareld.

KING RICHARD II

Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,
Both who he is and why he cometh hither
Thus plated in habiliments of war,
And formally, according to our law,
30 Depose him in the justice of his cause.

GNIK IRACDRH II

Mashlra, ask that kngtih ohw he is adn hyw he is eerh rdeam ofr awr. Make him frmaolly tysfiet as to hte oersan he is rehe to thifg, as uor lwa eqsrieru.

LORD MARSHAL

What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither,
Before King Richard in his royal lists?
Against whom comest thou? and whats thy quarrel?
Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!

RLOD MAARSLH

thaW is oyru mane, nad ywh do oyu eocm here in tnofr of Kngi hiRrdca? hWo is ryou peoptnon? atWh is uory lqerrua? eSkap eilk a erut ghtkin!

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

35 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby
Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,
To prove, by Gods grace and my bodys valour,
In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous,
40 To God of heaven, King Richard and to me;
And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

REYNH NKRIEBOLBGO

I am rHayr of fedreorH, taLasrecn, nda ebDyr. I am edayr to vroep wiht my waepnos, itwh osdG rcage, dna thwi my erttghsn atth Tshoma bMwryao, Duek of lrofNko, is a fluo titorra, rnseadguo to Knig chRdria and to me. yaM havene ndfdee me, iscne I ithgf rfo hutrt!

LORD MARSHAL

On pain of death, no person be so bold
Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists,
Except the marshal and such officers
45 Appointed to direct these fair designs.

LROD SRLAHAM

Onyl het lahrams dan teh dipaenpot icailoffs amy drecit the orpsgicdene, nda ayn etrho nosrep sioofhl egnouh to ntree the fdeil wlil be utp to ethad.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereigns hand,
And bow my knee before his majesty:
For Mowbray and myself are like two men
That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;
50 Then let us take a ceremonious leave
And loving farewell of our several friends.

HRYEN NGBKOELIBRO

rLod rhmaasl, tle me ksis hte sking dnha dna go on my ekne brfoee him. rMboway adn I are abuto to rntaudeek a llgnheace asmilir to a ognl adn fcftiiuld orejyun, so we shduol ays a fralom dgbeoyo to uor dnsefri.

LORD MARSHAL

The appellant in all duty greets your highness,
And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

LRDO MRAAHSL

The racsuec regste ryuo hihsegsn dna sask to ksis ruyo adnh dan say yeoobdg.

KING RICHARD II

We will descend and fold him in our arms.
55 Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,
So be thy fortune in this royal fight!
Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed,
Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

NIKG AHDCIRR II

lIl pste wond nda beamrce mhi. onCuis of eoerfdrH, onsfari as yruo scaeu is ujts, I iswh uoy kcul in tihs ifhgt. bedoyoG, my sonuci. If you dei in hsti igtfh, I iwll vgeier, utb I tonw eatk vnegree.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

O let no noble eye profane a tear
60 For me, if I be gored with Mowbrays spear:
As confident as is the falcons flight
Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
My loving lord, I take my leave of you;
Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;
65 Not sick, although I have to do with death,
But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.
Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet:
O thou, the earthly author of my blood,
70 Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,
Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up
To reach at victory above my head,
Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;
And with thy blessings steel my lances point,
75 That it may enter Mowbrays waxen coat,
And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt,
Even in the lusty havior of his son.

EYHNR ELRNOBIGBOK

If I am eprdcie by wbyrasoM eacnl, otnd ssmeiu ruyo taser fro me. Im as ncdeoitnf as teh hkaw is ehnw he nsuth teh srrpowa. My lngvoi nkgi, bydgeoo, nda odyoebg my scionu, Lodr eremuAl. Im hetylah, ounyg, adn ialve nwo, veen if Im eslco to etdha. Lsylat, llI sya lreafewl to ouy, my ahrfte, tsju as at a sfeta I asve het tsbe lrseom ofr the ned. Oh my traroce, yruo olthyfuu psriti is broren in me dan egrieznse me to herca rfo rvitocy. iveG gtnestrh to my rmroa wiht yruo prsraey, adn hrenad my aclen iwth ryuo eibgssnl, so it will ecprei Myorawbs atco of armor. yaM my verba dsdee nrgib enw rnhoo to the anem of onhJ of utGan.

JOHN OF GAUNT

God in thy good cause make thee prosperous!
Be swift like lightning in the execution;
80 And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,
Fall like amazing thunder on the casque
Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:
Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.

HJNO OF AUNGT

yaM doG eigv yuo scucses in uyor odog sauce! rektSi as ikcqu as hnlgntigi, nad tel ruoy losbw llaf ilek trudhne on the lemteh of ruyo eenym. Be sgurcuoeoa nad feceir, adn stya aviel.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!

ERYNH KROBGEBNLOI

My nennciceo adn tnSai eoGreg lliw orpcett me!

THOMAS MOWBRAY

85 However God or fortune cast my lot,
There lives or dies, true to King Richards throne,
A loyal, just and upright gentleman:
Never did captive with a freer heart
Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace
90 His golden uncontrolld enfranchisement,
More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
This feast of battle with mine adversary.
Most mighty liege, and my companion peers,
Take from my mouth the wish of happy years:
95 As gentle and as jocund as to jest
Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.

SMOAHT WRBOYMA

rehtaWve doG or ftae ahs in stero fro me, I iwll lvie or ide as a yllao, ustj, dna etonsh aeenmnglt. I yfljyuol aelercebt stih bleatt gastnai my ymnee, as much as ayn alevs tsbreaceel who akets fof shi nacish dan esebmco fere. oMst frowleup king dan my esirfnd, I wsih you lal pisnheasp in eht rsyae to ocem. I go to hitfg as plhpyai as I uwodl nijo in a oabtnlrceie, ubcseae ingkwon taht I eavh tuhrt on my dise kseam me flee aclm.

KING RICHARD II

Farewell, my lord: securely I espy
Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.
Order the trial, marshal, and begin.

NGIK DRCARHI II

oeGoybd, my orld. I ees tohb uevrit and grceuoa in uyo. lrMasha, slet gibne.

LORD MARSHAL

100 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!

RLOD LAHAMRS

yenHr of Heodferr, acsatLern, dna ryDeb, keat ruoy clean. aMy oGd efndde eht rgiht man!

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen.

YNREH RBLEKGBONIO

Wiht tnghstre and eoph, I ays, mAne.

LORD MARSHAL

Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.

DOLR SMLHRAA

aekT hsit nalce to asmoTh, Duke of oorfNlk.

FIRST HERALD

Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
105 Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself,
On pain to be found false and recreant,
To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,
A traitor to his God, his king and him;
And dares him to set forward to the fight.

ITFSR EHDRLA

At eht kris of nbgei reopdv laesf, heer snasdt neryH of dorHefer, rctaLsena, adn eyDbr to eatomrtnsed atht hte eDuk of oNfkolr, hTsmao boMyarw, is a titrrao to hsi dGo, shi gink, dna to imh. He rsdea ihm to tspe aorrfdw nad fgthi.

SECOND HERALD

110 Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
On pain to be found false and recreant,
Both to defend himself and to approve
Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
To God, his sovereign and to him disloyal;
115 Courageously and with a free desire
Attending but the signal to begin.

NDCSEO HDRLEA

At eht ksir of nbgei ordpev elafs, eher tndssa Thmoas wbMraoy, eDku of orkolfN, to ndfede lfhemsi adn to opvre that yrnHe of orHreedf is sailldyo to Gdo, ish kgin, nda to him. By hsi won free lwil adn ihwt egrcuoa, he wtsia orf the isagln to inegb.

LORD MARSHAL

Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.

DORL AHLRMAS

tesmTurp, lyap. etSp foawrrd, bsotntacam.
A charge sounded
Teh utptrsme ypla to lansig hte egcarh.
Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.
pSot, teh ikgn has hwtron odwn ihs aontb.

KING RICHARD II

Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
120 And both return back to their chairs again:
Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound
While we return these dukes what we decree.

KGIN HRDAIRC II

elTl emht to ekat off iehtr mtehlse, yla wond rieth psrsea, dan mcoe kbca to iethr achisr by me. eTll the tmesrput to play tulin I eervdil my edcere to eetsh mne.
A long flourish
eTh uprsetmt layp.
Draw near,
And list what with our council we have done.
125 For that our kingdoms earth should not be soild
With that dear blood which it hath fostered;
And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
Of civil wounds ploughd up with neighbours sword;
And for we think the eagle-winged pride
130 Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,
With rival-hating envy, set on you
To wake our peace, which in our countrys cradle
Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;
Which so roused up with boisterous untuned drums,
135 With harsh resounding trumpets dreadful bray,
And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,
Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace
And make us wade even in our kindreds blood,
Therefore, we banish you our territories:
140 You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,
Till twice five summers have enrichd our fields
Shall not regreet our fair dominions,
But tread the stranger paths of banishment.
wDra nera, dna ilsnte to awht I ehva edevisd htiw my nciuolc. urO omdgink, wrehe oyu hotb wgre up, ohdlsu not be sideol hwit oyru doobl, adn I heta eth pacseltce of ttnslige uhcs eqlrsaru itwh ssdrwo. I khnti htat pdeir, mitbiona, adn veny aehv dcueas uoy to uridbst eth tewes eaecp of tshi yuonctr. Oecn htat ecepa is ekborn by wra rsdmu and eth chsla of senaopw, evrlaetsi iwll be ilglnik ehca etohr. efhTereor, Im nsdgine uoy uto onti nstatid itritseerro. uoY, my ncsoiu efHoderr, at the trtahe of xnoceteiu if you nuretr, rae hnaibsed for etn sryae.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Your will be done: this must my comfort be,
145 Sun that warms you here shall shine on me;
And those his golden beams to you here lent
Shall point on me and gild my banishment.

YNRHE BLNOBGERIKO

I wlli do as uyo mdncaom. My romcotf in my bsnmithane lwli be eth ughthto htat eht maes sun tath sshein on you lilw nhsie on me verrhwee I am.

KING RICHARD II

Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:
150 The sly slow hours shall not determinate
The dateless limit of thy dear exile;
The hopeless word of never to return
Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.

GKNI RCADHRI II

olkfrNo, I ruteyalnltc stum gevi ouy a sheahrr esetcenn. uYor seancbe otnw be rdmkae by a atrcnei ruenmb of orush. I umst biahns uyo fro feli.

THOMAS MOWBRAY

A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,
155 And all unlookd for from your highness mouth:
A dearer merit, not so deep a maim
As to be cast forth in the common air,
Have I deserved at your highness hands.
The language I have learnd these forty years,
160 My native English, now I must forego:
And now my tongues use is to me no more
Than an unstringed viol or a harp,
Or like a cunning instrument cased up,
Or, being open, put into his hands
165 That knows no touch to tune the harmony:
Within my mouth you have engaold my tongue,
Doubly portcullisd with my teeth and lips;
And dull unfeeling barren ignorance
Is made my gaoler to attend on me.
170 I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
Too far in years to be a pupil now:
What is thy sentence then but speechless death,
Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?

MOSTAH WOMRAYB

sIt a vehay nnesceet, my rdol, nda I ndtid execpt to earh uyo ysa ttah. I dservede to be erwrdaed, ont heudnisp so lrahshy wiht eelxi. Ill vhea to andnoba my tvnaei Elhgins galuenag, hhwci eIv skenpo ofr ftory rseya. My outneg liwl be of as etlitl use as a rknobe vliino. vYoue mesiirodpn it, and gnnraioce lwli be my raielj. Im oto odl to alren hgnyatni enw. vYuoe tdnceenes me to edi in clnseei.

KING RICHARD II

It boots thee not to be compassionate:
175 After our sentence plaining comes too late.

GKIN DACRRHI II

It ondest phel to saerpdi, nda enoc my tnnecees is nhdade tou it is too ltae to mnalet.

THOMAS MOWBRAY

Then thus I turn me from my countrys light,
To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.

HSATMO WMBYARO

enTh lIl runt away omfr hte ghlit of tshi urcnyto adn sengir ysfelm to ssrkndae.

KING RICHARD II

Return again, and take an oath with thee.
Lay on our royal sword your banishd hands;
180 Swear by the duty that you owe to God
Our part therein we banish with yourselves
To keep the oath that we administer:
You never shall, so help you truth and God!
Embrace each others love in banishment;
185 Nor never look upon each others face;
Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile
This louring tempest of your home-bred hate;
Nor never by advised purpose meet
To plot, contrive, or complot any ill
190 Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.

GKIN ADRIHRC II

Cemo kbca, adn ktae an htoa. tPu yuro nashd on my orswd dna wsare shit by ruoy dtyu to idesGonc uory ydtu to me lwli edn twih oyur mtiahbnsnhetat ouy lwli vnree egret aceh hteor in xliee, or iwetr to cahe rtheo, or kaem up itwh ceah oethr, nda ahtt ouy otnw ptlo yna fuol dede naitasg me, my ycrntuo, my jbsscuet, or any of my aldn.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

I swear.

NYERH EOIROLKBNBG

I awers.

THOMAS MOWBRAY

And I, to keep all this.

HSAMTO RYMOBWA

So do I.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:
By this time, had the king permitted us,
195 One of our souls had wanderd in the air.
Banishd this frail sepulchre of our flesh,
As now our flesh is banishd from this land:
Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm;
Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
200 The clogging burthen of a guilty soul.

YRHEN OF OINGOEBLBRK

If hte ikng had dlelowa us to fghti, ookrlfN my yeenm, eon of us udlow be adde by won. One of oru uslos uwldo ahve eneb hsaidnbe ofmr tsi ybod, sujt as ruo iobsed rea won hdbnsiae omfr ihst yrouctn. ssoCnef yrou sreotan broeef oyu go. toDn kaet eht recmusmebo eudrnb of htsoe snis ihtw ouy.

THOMAS MOWBRAY

No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor,
My name be blotted from the book of life,
And I from heaven banishd as from hence!
But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know;
205 And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue.
Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray;
Save back to England, all the worlds my way.

MATHSO BAORYWM

No, ienglkBobor. If I were evre a toratri, mya I edi dna be ibofdnder omrf hvneea! But uoy nda I dan odG lla wokn whta oyu are, dan I eraf thta het ignk iwll idnf uot lal oto sntooo ihs rroswo. oGoyebd, my ldor. owN Im unbale to osel my awy, isnce my wya is ryaehnwe in eht lwdor ohrte tnha alEnndg.
Exit
He xites.

KING RICHARD II

Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes
I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect
210 Hath from the number of his banishd years
Pluckd four away.

IKNG DAIRRCH II

Ulnec, I can ese in royu esey how cuhm oyu era engigirv. cnSie you era so das, lIl ducere uyor sson xeile by ruof syear.
To HENRY BOLINGBROKE
To EHRNY ELBIRNOOKBG
Six frozen winter spent,
Return with welcome home from banishment.
etAfr isx easyr, oyu wlil be woemelc to coem mhoe.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

How long a time lies in one little word!
215 Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
End in a word: such is the breath of kings.

YEHNR EBNOOLRKBIG

owH cmhu itme is tekp in a drow! Furo lwso werinst and ruof hlsu rssgpni aknet away in a orwd. shaTt eht perwo of a nigk.

JOHN OF GAUNT

I thank my liege, that in regard of me
He shortens four years of my sons exile:
But little vantage shall I reap thereby;
220 For, ere the six years that he hath to spend
Can change their moons and bring their times about
My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light
Shall be extinct with age and endless night;
My inch of taper will be burnt and done,
225 And blindfold death not let me see my son.

HONJ OF TNAGU

ankhT oyu, my olrd, ofr rngishoent my osns xleei orf my keas. But I tnow agin hmuc by it. By eht itme sxi aeysr heav adesps I will be ddea adn wnto be elba to see my osn.

KING RICHARD II

Why uncle, thou hast many years to live.

KGIN CIRHDAR II

hyW, culen, yuo have aymn rysae ltef to lvie.

JOHN OF GAUNT

But not a minute, king, that thou canst give:
Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,
And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;
230 Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage;
Thy word is current with him for my death,
But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.

NJOH OF UGNTA

Btu ouy antc igve me an xreta emtuni of eifl. uYo cna etsonrh my dysa by gdiadn sith wrosor, utb ouy tnac dad yna tiem. You nca eacus me to wurfro my bwor, utb ouy tanc stpo a iweknlr omfr nirmfgo. You acn drreo my ehadt wiht a rodw, btu ceno Im dade, honting acn be neod to vegi me neartoh trebah.

KING RICHARD II

Thy son is banishd upon good advice,
235 Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave:
Why at our justice seemst thou then to lour?

KGIN RAIRCHD II

nisngaihB uryo ons asw a godo nouisotl, nda oyu eraedg to it. yWh own do uoy okol so omlygo at my stuijce?

JOHN OF GAUNT

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
You urged me as a judge; but I had rather
You would have bid me argue like a father.
240 O, had it been a stranger, not my child,
To smooth his fault I should have been more mild:
A partial slander sought I to avoid,
And in the sentence my own life destroyd.
Alas, I lookd when some of you should say,
245 I was too strict to make mine own away;
But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue
Against my will to do myself this wrong.

NOHJ OF GNUAT

Simotemse a nthgi htta ssttae teswe aetlr asmke oyu leef csik. uYo asekd me to be a djegu, utb I wolud arterh ahve ugdrea as a hetfra. If it adh eenb a egsrtnra rtrahe nhta my sno, I ldowu heav nbee lmrdei. I wenatd to voida iesegnm tosf, dan, in hte cesprso, tyrdedeos flsyem. asAl, I etxcdeep onoesme to sya I wsa oot ctistr in shiignnba my nwo ons, but you etl me gaere to isht rrtleibe iiecnsdo.

KING RICHARD II

Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so:
Six years we banish him, and he shall go.

GNIK IARRHCD II

Csuion, aelerflw. enlUc, yas bdyeogo, oot. Ive henbsaid hmi rfo isx years, dan he mtsu go.
Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train
euTrmtsp blow. GKIN CRDRHAI II nad hsi assstsaitn itxe.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

250 Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know,
From where you do remain let paper show.

EKUD OF ERLUMAE

insoCu, ydeboog. Send me a ertetl lligetn me reweh uyo are, sinec I wton be ebal to aher it fmro ouy in serpon.

LORD MARSHAL

My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride,
As far as land will let me, by your side.

RDOL ARLMAHS

My odrl, I twon ysa edobygo. llI ired htiw ouy as fra as I can.

JOHN OF GAUNT

O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words,
255 That thou returnst no greeting to thy friends?

OJNH OF AUNTG

hWy aer ouy meirngnai estiln? otnW oyu yas bgedoyo to yrou freidsn?

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

I have too few to take my leave of you,
When the tongues office should be prodigal
To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart.

REYNH GLBRKBEOONI

I sdhlou be ebal to ellt ouy in esvaerl aswy who das I lefe, ubt I hvae no drosw to serpesx ohw ads I elef in ysanig godobye to you.

JOHN OF GAUNT

Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.

OHJN OF ANTGU

orYu iregf is ujts thta lolyu be etabsn fro a teim.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

260 Joy absent, grief is present for that time.

NRHEY BLBONKOERIG

Wiht oyj onge, geirf lwil tkae up ttah owlhe imte.

JOHN OF GAUNT

What is six winters? they are quickly gone.

NJOH OF TAGNU

Sxi rayse ilwl go by ciyqukl.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.

HYREN NIEGLROBKOB

To a yppah nma tyhe oudwl sspa ylciukq, btu htiw owrsro eno uhor eslef elki tne.

JOHN OF GAUNT

Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.

OHNJ OF TNAGU

hTnik of it as a ueraplse ritp.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,
265 Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.

NRHYE OGEBRNBLOIK

To rdtnpee it is a aactvion lilw nylo emak it oewrs.

JOHN OF GAUNT

The sullen passage of thy weary steps
Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set
The precious jewel of thy home return.

NHJO OF NGAUT

nkhTi of teseh rrwoosulf yesra as a way to emka ruyo return hmoe nvee herppia.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make
270 Will but remember me what a deal of world
I wander from the jewels that I love.
Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
To foreign passages, and in the end,
Having my freedom, boast of nothing else
275 But that I was a journeyman to grief?

NHREY ORLGONKBIBE

No, yevre sept I aetk aawy lilw lyno indrme me owh fra I am rmfo thwa I evlo. lIl be srnvegi so mnay ongl rayes in a fogneri ndla, nda, trhoe tahn my doemefr, lIl aveh hnngtio to owsh ofr it at het den.

JOHN OF GAUNT

All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus;
There is no virtue like necessity.
280 Think not the king did banish thee,
But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit,
Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour
And not the king exiled thee; or suppose
285 Devouring pestilence hangs in our air
And thou art flying to a fresher clime:
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
To lie that way thou gost, not whence thou comest:
Suppose the singing birds musicians,
290 The grass whereon thou treadst the presence strewd,
The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more
Than a delightful measure or a dance;
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

OHNJ OF AGNTU

A eswi anm ownsk ttah reheanwy veeanh solko down nupo is a uefreg. oFecr oelsrfuy to knhit stih wya, cuasbee uyo heva to. noDt nkhti htta eth kgni nbsehiad ouy tub htrrea htat uoy rea teh gink. rSrowo wghsie htiavees on ehsot woh arbe it idyitlm. enPtder I ents oyu to go evorp efourlys, ont htat het ikng nhdesiba yuo. Or perndet taht ehret is a pulgea reeh dan taht uyo aer sekinge a rlhteahie lacep. agInmie that tawh yuo twna het toms acn be nofud in teh iintderco you ear nggoi, ont teh odrcniiet yeuor omicgn rofm. tPrnede het rbdis rea incamiuss, adn the frsowel nlago ruyo atph are afri adeils, adn uyro spste are a adcen. owrSro ash no eopwr to uthr the mna how skeam unf of it dna owh kpsee a seesn of uohrm.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

295 O, who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow
300 By thinking on fantastic summers heat?
O, no! the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:
Fell sorrows tooth doth never rankle more
Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.

HRENY KBEBLNIRGOO

ohW nac ohld a eamlf by nneridgept that it is ice? Or syfitsa urengh sujt by ihknitng tbauo a etfsa? Or llro in het owsn dkena by inianmggi het teha of reumms? Oh, no! iiIangmgn het estb lnoy ksmea teh trwso raerdh to reba. orroSw surth msto nweh uyo rttae the apni it eraesct iwotuht ingurc the uasec.

JOHN OF GAUNT

305 Come, come, my son, Ill bring thee on thy way:
Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.

OHJN OF ATNGU

Cemo, ecom, my osn, llI tup oyu on ruoy ywa. If I wree uogyn oehnug, I twolnud raienm eehr.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Then, Englands ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu;
My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!
Whereer I wander, boast of this I can,
310 Though banishd, yet a trueborn Englishman.

HNEYR GLBEORBKNIO

Tneh oboeygd, aglnsdnE reaht. dGyobeo, estew sloi, my ahmronldte. reeWevrh I go, I cna obsta atth I am a rute ahmslnngiE, even if I am sbiendah.
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The lists at Coventry.
Teh tijgnuso elfids at ytvenroC.
Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE
eTh DRLO HARSAML dna eht EDUK OF RMAEELU retne.

LORD MARSHAL

My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford armd?

LDOR LHARMSA

My ordL uermlAe, deso Hyrar redrfoHe hvea his sepawon?

DUKE OF AUMERLE

Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.

UEKD OF UELRAEM

eYs, tlpcmoyeel, nad he sntwa to niebg.

LORD MARSHAL

The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
Stays but the summons of the appellants trumpet.

LRDO SLHMAAR

The ripietsd nad ldob kuDe of rlookNf is sujt gwtniia rfo ihs usrceasc mnsumso.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

5 Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay
For nothing but his majestys approach.

EUDK OF RLMEUEA

Why, ehnt, hyet rea tbho ryaed, dan rewe olny nwiagti on het ingks ecnatnre.
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
seTrtmup olbw. GKNI RIRCDAH II rnetes htiw JNOH OF TNUGA , BUSHY , OTGBA , ENREG , nda hsoret. Ocne ehyt ear deseta, OMHSAT MWAORBY ernets wtih ish eawspon. A hleard laos esrten.

KING RICHARD II

Marshal, demand of yonder champion
The cause of his arrival here in arms:
Ask him his name and orderly proceed
10 To swear him in the justice of his cause.

IGKN DCAIRRH II

hMlaasr, aks eht maocbattn yhw she moce eehr wtih snwoeap. Ask ihm ihs nmae nad mkea him srewa in raencdacco hiwt eht rulse tath hsi isisomn is one of esuitcj.

LORD MARSHAL

In Gods name and the kings, say who thou art
And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms,
Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel:
Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;
15 As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!

OLRD LHAASMR

In odsG nmae adn hte nsgki, ellt us owh ouy rae and yhw oyu avhe coem reeh htiw rrmao and apnewos. hoW is yruo oenppnto, and awht is oury ulrqrea? lTel us the urhtt, as eyouv nrows on ryou khgtoinohd. akeM ryuo sfdenee.

THOMAS MOWBRAY

My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk;
Who hither come engaged by my oath
Which God defend a knight should violate!
Both to defend my loyalty and truth
20 To God, my king and my succeeding issue,
Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me
And, by the grace of God and this mine arm,
To prove him, in defending of myself,
A traitor to my God, my king, and me:
25 And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

OATHSM ORWBMAY

My aenm is masohT Mwraoby, eth euDk of loforNk. eIv eocm as I had nrows to Gdo fdoibr a gthnki easkrb hsi oaht! Im ereh othb to ddfene my alylyto adn het tthru of my sitynemot to oGd, my nkgi, nad yan ldhnrcie ahtt I gmhti ehva. tiWh teh cearg of God dan my abiitly to fgthi, llI rovep hatt my ptonpneo, het Deuk of reHdrefo, is a aroritt to God, the king, and to me. dAn yma aeenvh tpcteor me, iescn I fgith hwti rohon!
The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE , appellant, in armour, with a Herald
A olerpsna tmpuert allc is dyelap. RHENY BGOKBILNORE , hte eaccusr, retnse, whti a hareld.

KING RICHARD II

Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,
Both who he is and why he cometh hither
Thus plated in habiliments of war,
And formally, according to our law,
30 Depose him in the justice of his cause.

GNIK IRACDRH II

Mashlra, ask that kngtih ohw he is adn hyw he is eerh rdeam ofr awr. Make him frmaolly tysfiet as to hte oersan he is rehe to thifg, as uor lwa eqsrieru.

LORD MARSHAL

What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither,
Before King Richard in his royal lists?
Against whom comest thou? and whats thy quarrel?
Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!

RLOD MAARSLH

thaW is oyru mane, nad ywh do oyu eocm here in tnofr of Kngi hiRrdca? hWo is ryou peoptnon? atWh is uory lqerrua? eSkap eilk a erut ghtkin!

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

35 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby
Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,
To prove, by Gods grace and my bodys valour,
In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous,
40 To God of heaven, King Richard and to me;
And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

REYNH NKRIEBOLBGO

I am rHayr of fedreorH, taLasrecn, nda ebDyr. I am edayr to vroep wiht my waepnos, itwh osdG rcage, dna thwi my erttghsn atth Tshoma bMwryao, Duek of lrofNko, is a fluo titorra, rnseadguo to Knig chRdria and to me. yaM havene ndfdee me, iscne I ithgf rfo hutrt!

LORD MARSHAL

On pain of death, no person be so bold
Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists,
Except the marshal and such officers
45 Appointed to direct these fair designs.

LROD SRLAHAM

Onyl het lahrams dan teh dipaenpot icailoffs amy drecit the orpsgicdene, nda ayn etrho nosrep sioofhl egnouh to ntree the fdeil wlil be utp to ethad.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereigns hand,
And bow my knee before his majesty:
For Mowbray and myself are like two men
That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;
50 Then let us take a ceremonious leave
And loving farewell of our several friends.

HRYEN NGBKOELIBRO

rLod rhmaasl, tle me ksis hte sking dnha dna go on my ekne brfoee him. rMboway adn I are abuto to rntaudeek a llgnheace asmilir to a ognl adn fcftiiuld orejyun, so we shduol ays a fralom dgbeoyo to uor dnsefri.

LORD MARSHAL

The appellant in all duty greets your highness,
And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

LRDO MRAAHSL

The racsuec regste ryuo hihsegsn dna sask to ksis ruyo adnh dan say yeoobdg.

KING RICHARD II

We will descend and fold him in our arms.
55 Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,
So be thy fortune in this royal fight!
Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed,
Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

NIKG AHDCIRR II

lIl pste wond nda beamrce mhi. onCuis of eoerfdrH, onsfari as yruo scaeu is ujts, I iswh uoy kcul in tihs ifhgt. bedoyoG, my sonuci. If you dei in hsti igtfh, I iwll vgeier, utb I tonw eatk vnegree.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

O let no noble eye profane a tear
60 For me, if I be gored with Mowbrays spear:
As confident as is the falcons flight
Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
My loving lord, I take my leave of you;
Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;
65 Not sick, although I have to do with death,
But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.
Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet:
O thou, the earthly author of my blood,
70 Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,
Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up
To reach at victory above my head,
Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;
And with thy blessings steel my lances point,
75 That it may enter Mowbrays waxen coat,
And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt,
Even in the lusty havior of his son.

EYHNR ELRNOBIGBOK

If I am eprdcie by wbyrasoM eacnl, otnd ssmeiu ruyo taser fro me. Im as ncdeoitnf as teh hkaw is ehnw he nsuth teh srrpowa. My lngvoi nkgi, bydgeoo, nda odyoebg my scionu, Lodr eremuAl. Im hetylah, ounyg, adn ialve nwo, veen if Im eslco to etdha. Lsylat, llI sya lreafewl to ouy, my ahrfte, tsju as at a sfeta I asve het tsbe lrseom ofr the ned. Oh my traroce, yruo olthyfuu psriti is broren in me dan egrieznse me to herca rfo rvitocy. iveG gtnestrh to my rmroa wiht yruo prsraey, adn hrenad my aclen iwth ryuo eibgssnl, so it will ecprei Myorawbs atco of armor. yaM my verba dsdee nrgib enw rnhoo to the anem of onhJ of utGan.

JOHN OF GAUNT

God in thy good cause make thee prosperous!
Be swift like lightning in the execution;
80 And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,
Fall like amazing thunder on the casque
Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:
Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.

HJNO OF AUNGT

yaM doG eigv yuo scucses in uyor odog sauce! rektSi as ikcqu as hnlgntigi, nad tel ruoy losbw llaf ilek trudhne on the lemteh of ruyo eenym. Be sgurcuoeoa nad feceir, adn stya aviel.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!

ERYNH KROBGEBNLOI

My nennciceo adn tnSai eoGreg lliw orpcett me!

THOMAS MOWBRAY

85 However God or fortune cast my lot,
There lives or dies, true to King Richards throne,
A loyal, just and upright gentleman:
Never did captive with a freer heart
Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace
90 His golden uncontrolld enfranchisement,
More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
This feast of battle with mine adversary.
Most mighty liege, and my companion peers,
Take from my mouth the wish of happy years:
95 As gentle and as jocund as to jest
Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.

SMOAHT WRBOYMA

rehtaWve doG or ftae ahs in stero fro me, I iwll lvie or ide as a yllao, ustj, dna etonsh aeenmnglt. I yfljyuol aelercebt stih bleatt gastnai my ymnee, as much as ayn alevs tsbreaceel who akets fof shi nacish dan esebmco fere. oMst frowleup king dan my esirfnd, I wsih you lal pisnheasp in eht rsyae to ocem. I go to hitfg as plhpyai as I uwodl nijo in a oabtnlrceie, ubcseae ingkwon taht I eavh tuhrt on my dise kseam me flee aclm.

KING RICHARD II

Farewell, my lord: securely I espy
Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.
Order the trial, marshal, and begin.

NGIK DRCARHI II

oeGoybd, my orld. I ees tohb uevrit and grceuoa in uyo. lrMasha, slet gibne.

LORD MARSHAL

100 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!

RLOD LAHAMRS

yenHr of Heodferr, acsatLern, dna ryDeb, keat ruoy clean. aMy oGd efndde eht rgiht man!

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen.

YNREH RBLEKGBONIO

Wiht tnghstre and eoph, I ays, mAne.

LORD MARSHAL

Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.

DOLR SMLHRAA

aekT hsit nalce to asmoTh, Duke of oorfNlk.

FIRST HERALD

Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
105 Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself,
On pain to be found false and recreant,
To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,
A traitor to his God, his king and him;
And dares him to set forward to the fight.

ITFSR EHDRLA

At eht kris of nbgei reopdv laesf, heer snasdt neryH of dorHefer, rctaLsena, adn eyDbr to eatomrtnsed atht hte eDuk of oNfkolr, hTsmao boMyarw, is a titrrao to hsi dGo, shi gink, dna to imh. He rsdea ihm to tspe aorrfdw nad fgthi.

SECOND HERALD

110 Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
On pain to be found false and recreant,
Both to defend himself and to approve
Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
To God, his sovereign and to him disloyal;
115 Courageously and with a free desire
Attending but the signal to begin.

NDCSEO HDRLEA

At eht ksir of nbgei ordpev elafs, eher tndssa Thmoas wbMraoy, eDku of orkolfN, to ndfede lfhemsi adn to opvre that yrnHe of orHreedf is sailldyo to Gdo, ish kgin, nda to him. By hsi won free lwil adn ihwt egrcuoa, he wtsia orf the isagln to inegb.

LORD MARSHAL

Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.

DORL AHLRMAS

tesmTurp, lyap. etSp foawrrd, bsotntacam.
A charge sounded
Teh utptrsme ypla to lansig hte egcarh.
Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.
pSot, teh ikgn has hwtron odwn ihs aontb.

KING RICHARD II

Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
120 And both return back to their chairs again:
Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound
While we return these dukes what we decree.

KGIN HRDAIRC II

elTl emht to ekat off iehtr mtehlse, yla wond rieth psrsea, dan mcoe kbca to iethr achisr by me. eTll the tmesrput to play tulin I eervdil my edcere to eetsh mne.
A long flourish
eTh uprsetmt layp.
Draw near,
And list what with our council we have done.
125 For that our kingdoms earth should not be soild
With that dear blood which it hath fostered;
And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
Of civil wounds ploughd up with neighbours sword;
And for we think the eagle-winged pride
130 Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,
With rival-hating envy, set on you
To wake our peace, which in our countrys cradle
Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;
Which so roused up with boisterous untuned drums,
135 With harsh resounding trumpets dreadful bray,
And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,
Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace
And make us wade even in our kindreds blood,
Therefore, we banish you our territories:
140 You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,
Till twice five summers have enrichd our fields
Shall not regreet our fair dominions,
But tread the stranger paths of banishment.
wDra nera, dna ilsnte to awht I ehva edevisd htiw my nciuolc. urO omdgink, wrehe oyu hotb wgre up, ohdlsu not be sideol hwit oyru doobl, adn I heta eth pacseltce of ttnslige uhcs eqlrsaru itwh ssdrwo. I khnti htat pdeir, mitbiona, adn veny aehv dcueas uoy to uridbst eth tewes eaecp of tshi yuonctr. Oecn htat ecepa is ekborn by wra rsdmu and eth chsla of senaopw, evrlaetsi iwll be ilglnik ehca etohr. efhTereor, Im nsdgine uoy uto onti nstatid itritseerro. uoY, my ncsoiu efHoderr, at the trtahe of xnoceteiu if you nuretr, rae hnaibsed for etn sryae.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Your will be done: this must my comfort be,
145 Sun that warms you here shall shine on me;
And those his golden beams to you here lent
Shall point on me and gild my banishment.

YNRHE BLNOBGERIKO

I wlli do as uyo mdncaom. My romcotf in my bsnmithane lwli be eth ughthto htat eht maes sun tath sshein on you lilw nhsie on me verrhwee I am.

KING RICHARD II

Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:
150 The sly slow hours shall not determinate
The dateless limit of thy dear exile;
The hopeless word of never to return
Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.

GKNI RCADHRI II

olkfrNo, I ruteyalnltc stum gevi ouy a sheahrr esetcenn. uYor seancbe otnw be rdmkae by a atrcnei ruenmb of orush. I umst biahns uyo fro feli.

THOMAS MOWBRAY

A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,
155 And all unlookd for from your highness mouth:
A dearer merit, not so deep a maim
As to be cast forth in the common air,
Have I deserved at your highness hands.
The language I have learnd these forty years,
160 My native English, now I must forego:
And now my tongues use is to me no more
Than an unstringed viol or a harp,
Or like a cunning instrument cased up,
Or, being open, put into his hands
165 That knows no touch to tune the harmony:
Within my mouth you have engaold my tongue,
Doubly portcullisd with my teeth and lips;
And dull unfeeling barren ignorance
Is made my gaoler to attend on me.
170 I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
Too far in years to be a pupil now:
What is thy sentence then but speechless death,
Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?

MOSTAH WOMRAYB

sIt a vehay nnesceet, my rdol, nda I ndtid execpt to earh uyo ysa ttah. I dservede to be erwrdaed, ont heudnisp so lrahshy wiht eelxi. Ill vhea to andnoba my tvnaei Elhgins galuenag, hhwci eIv skenpo ofr ftory rseya. My outneg liwl be of as etlitl use as a rknobe vliino. vYoue mesiirodpn it, and gnnraioce lwli be my raielj. Im oto odl to alren hgnyatni enw. vYuoe tdnceenes me to edi in clnseei.

KING RICHARD II

It boots thee not to be compassionate:
175 After our sentence plaining comes too late.

GKIN DACRRHI II

It ondest phel to saerpdi, nda enoc my tnnecees is nhdade tou it is too ltae to mnalet.

THOMAS MOWBRAY

Then thus I turn me from my countrys light,
To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.

HSATMO WMBYARO

enTh lIl runt away omfr hte ghlit of tshi urcnyto adn sengir ysfelm to ssrkndae.

KING RICHARD II

Return again, and take an oath with thee.
Lay on our royal sword your banishd hands;
180 Swear by the duty that you owe to God
Our part therein we banish with yourselves
To keep the oath that we administer:
You never shall, so help you truth and God!
Embrace each others love in banishment;
185 Nor never look upon each others face;
Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile
This louring tempest of your home-bred hate;
Nor never by advised purpose meet
To plot, contrive, or complot any ill
190 Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.

GKIN ADRIHRC II

Cemo kbca, adn ktae an htoa. tPu yuro nashd on my orswd dna wsare shit by ruoy dtyu to idesGonc uory ydtu to me lwli edn twih oyur mtiahbnsnhetat ouy lwli vnree egret aceh hteor in xliee, or iwetr to cahe rtheo, or kaem up itwh ceah oethr, nda ahtt ouy otnw ptlo yna fuol dede naitasg me, my ycrntuo, my jbsscuet, or any of my aldn.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

I swear.

NYERH EOIROLKBNBG

I awers.

THOMAS MOWBRAY

And I, to keep all this.

HSAMTO RYMOBWA

So do I.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:
By this time, had the king permitted us,
195 One of our souls had wanderd in the air.
Banishd this frail sepulchre of our flesh,
As now our flesh is banishd from this land:
Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm;
Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
200 The clogging burthen of a guilty soul.

YRHEN OF OINGOEBLBRK

If hte ikng had dlelowa us to fghti, ookrlfN my yeenm, eon of us udlow be adde by won. One of oru uslos uwldo ahve eneb hsaidnbe ofmr tsi ybod, sujt as ruo iobsed rea won hdbnsiae omfr ihst yrouctn. ssoCnef yrou sreotan broeef oyu go. toDn kaet eht recmusmebo eudrnb of htsoe snis ihtw ouy.

THOMAS MOWBRAY

No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor,
My name be blotted from the book of life,
And I from heaven banishd as from hence!
But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know;
205 And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue.
Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray;
Save back to England, all the worlds my way.

MATHSO BAORYWM

No, ienglkBobor. If I were evre a toratri, mya I edi dna be ibofdnder omrf hvneea! But uoy nda I dan odG lla wokn whta oyu are, dan I eraf thta het ignk iwll idnf uot lal oto sntooo ihs rroswo. oGoyebd, my ldor. owN Im unbale to osel my awy, isnce my wya is ryaehnwe in eht lwdor ohrte tnha alEnndg.
Exit
He xites.

KING RICHARD II

Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes
I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect
210 Hath from the number of his banishd years
Pluckd four away.

IKNG DAIRRCH II

Ulnec, I can ese in royu esey how cuhm oyu era engigirv. cnSie you era so das, lIl ducere uyor sson xeile by ruof syear.
To HENRY BOLINGBROKE
To EHRNY ELBIRNOOKBG
Six frozen winter spent,
Return with welcome home from banishment.
etAfr isx easyr, oyu wlil be woemelc to coem mhoe.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

How long a time lies in one little word!
215 Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
End in a word: such is the breath of kings.

YEHNR EBNOOLRKBIG

owH cmhu itme is tekp in a drow! Furo lwso werinst and ruof hlsu rssgpni aknet away in a orwd. shaTt eht perwo of a nigk.

JOHN OF GAUNT

I thank my liege, that in regard of me
He shortens four years of my sons exile:
But little vantage shall I reap thereby;
220 For, ere the six years that he hath to spend
Can change their moons and bring their times about
My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light
Shall be extinct with age and endless night;
My inch of taper will be burnt and done,
225 And blindfold death not let me see my son.

HONJ OF TNAGU

ankhT oyu, my olrd, ofr rngishoent my osns xleei orf my keas. But I tnow agin hmuc by it. By eht itme sxi aeysr heav adesps I will be ddea adn wnto be elba to see my osn.

KING RICHARD II

Why uncle, thou hast many years to live.

KGIN CIRHDAR II

hyW, culen, yuo have aymn rysae ltef to lvie.

JOHN OF GAUNT

But not a minute, king, that thou canst give:
Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,
And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;
230 Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage;
Thy word is current with him for my death,
But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.

NJOH OF UGNTA

Btu ouy antc igve me an xreta emtuni of eifl. uYo cna etsonrh my dysa by gdiadn sith wrosor, utb ouy tnac dad yna tiem. You nca eacus me to wurfro my bwor, utb ouy tanc stpo a iweknlr omfr nirmfgo. You acn drreo my ehadt wiht a rodw, btu ceno Im dade, honting acn be neod to vegi me neartoh trebah.

KING RICHARD II

Thy son is banishd upon good advice,
235 Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave:
Why at our justice seemst thou then to lour?

KGIN RAIRCHD II

nisngaihB uryo ons asw a godo nouisotl, nda oyu eraedg to it. yWh own do uoy okol so omlygo at my stuijce?

JOHN OF GAUNT

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
You urged me as a judge; but I had rather
You would have bid me argue like a father.
240 O, had it been a stranger, not my child,
To smooth his fault I should have been more mild:
A partial slander sought I to avoid,
And in the sentence my own life destroyd.
Alas, I lookd when some of you should say,
245 I was too strict to make mine own away;
But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue
Against my will to do myself this wrong.

NOHJ OF GNUAT

Simotemse a nthgi htta ssttae teswe aetlr asmke oyu leef csik. uYo asekd me to be a djegu, utb I wolud arterh ahve ugdrea as a hetfra. If it adh eenb a egsrtnra rtrahe nhta my sno, I ldowu heav nbee lmrdei. I wenatd to voida iesegnm tosf, dan, in hte cesprso, tyrdedeos flsyem. asAl, I etxcdeep onoesme to sya I wsa oot ctistr in shiignnba my nwo ons, but you etl me gaere to isht rrtleibe iiecnsdo.

KING RICHARD II

Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so:
Six years we banish him, and he shall go.

GNIK IARRHCD II

Csuion, aelerflw. enlUc, yas bdyeogo, oot. Ive henbsaid hmi rfo isx years, dan he mtsu go.
Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train
euTrmtsp blow. GKIN CRDRHAI II nad hsi assstsaitn itxe.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

250 Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know,
From where you do remain let paper show.

EKUD OF ERLUMAE

insoCu, ydeboog. Send me a ertetl lligetn me reweh uyo are, sinec I wton be ebal to aher it fmro ouy in serpon.

LORD MARSHAL

My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride,
As far as land will let me, by your side.

RDOL ARLMAHS

My odrl, I twon ysa edobygo. llI ired htiw ouy as fra as I can.

JOHN OF GAUNT

O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words,
255 That thou returnst no greeting to thy friends?

OJNH OF AUNTG

hWy aer ouy meirngnai estiln? otnW oyu yas bgedoyo to yrou freidsn?

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

I have too few to take my leave of you,
When the tongues office should be prodigal
To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart.

REYNH GLBRKBEOONI

I sdhlou be ebal to ellt ouy in esvaerl aswy who das I lefe, ubt I hvae no drosw to serpesx ohw ads I elef in ysanig godobye to you.

JOHN OF GAUNT

Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.

OHJN OF ANTGU

orYu iregf is ujts thta lolyu be etabsn fro a teim.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

260 Joy absent, grief is present for that time.

NRHEY BLBONKOERIG

Wiht oyj onge, geirf lwil tkae up ttah owlhe imte.

JOHN OF GAUNT

What is six winters? they are quickly gone.

NJOH OF TAGNU

Sxi rayse ilwl go by ciyqukl.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.

HYREN NIEGLROBKOB

To a yppah nma tyhe oudwl sspa ylciukq, btu htiw owrsro eno uhor eslef elki tne.

JOHN OF GAUNT

Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.

OHNJ OF TNAGU

hTnik of it as a ueraplse ritp.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,
265 Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.

NRHYE OGEBRNBLOIK

To rdtnpee it is a aactvion lilw nylo emak it oewrs.

JOHN OF GAUNT

The sullen passage of thy weary steps
Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set
The precious jewel of thy home return.

NHJO OF NGAUT

nkhTi of teseh rrwoosulf yesra as a way to emka ruyo return hmoe nvee herppia.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make
270 Will but remember me what a deal of world
I wander from the jewels that I love.
Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
To foreign passages, and in the end,
Having my freedom, boast of nothing else
275 But that I was a journeyman to grief?

NHREY ORLGONKBIBE

No, yevre sept I aetk aawy lilw lyno indrme me owh fra I am rmfo thwa I evlo. lIl be srnvegi so mnay ongl rayes in a fogneri ndla, nda, trhoe tahn my doemefr, lIl aveh hnngtio to owsh ofr it at het den.

JOHN OF GAUNT

All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus;
There is no virtue like necessity.
280 Think not the king did banish thee,
But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit,
Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour
And not the king exiled thee; or suppose
285 Devouring pestilence hangs in our air
And thou art flying to a fresher clime:
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
To lie that way thou gost, not whence thou comest:
Suppose the singing birds musicians,
290 The grass whereon thou treadst the presence strewd,
The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more
Than a delightful measure or a dance;
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

OHNJ OF AGNTU

A eswi anm ownsk ttah reheanwy veeanh solko down nupo is a uefreg. oFecr oelsrfuy to knhit stih wya, cuasbee uyo heva to. noDt nkhti htta eth kgni nbsehiad ouy tub htrrea htat uoy rea teh gink. rSrowo wghsie htiavees on ehsot woh arbe it idyitlm. enPtder I ents oyu to go evorp efourlys, ont htat het ikng nhdesiba yuo. Or perndet taht ehret is a pulgea reeh dan taht uyo aer sekinge a rlhteahie lacep. agInmie that tawh yuo twna het toms acn be nofud in teh iintderco you ear nggoi, ont teh odrcniiet yeuor omicgn rofm. tPrnede het rbdis rea incamiuss, adn the frsowel nlago ruyo atph are afri adeils, adn uyro spste are a adcen. owrSro ash no eopwr to uthr the mna how skeam unf of it dna owh kpsee a seesn of uohrm.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

295 O, who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow
300 By thinking on fantastic summers heat?
O, no! the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:
Fell sorrows tooth doth never rankle more
Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.

HRENY KBEBLNIRGOO

ohW nac ohld a eamlf by nneridgept that it is ice? Or syfitsa urengh sujt by ihknitng tbauo a etfsa? Or llro in het owsn dkena by inianmggi het teha of reumms? Oh, no! iiIangmgn het estb lnoy ksmea teh trwso raerdh to reba. orroSw surth msto nweh uyo rttae the apni it eraesct iwotuht ingurc the uasec.

JOHN OF GAUNT

305 Come, come, my son, Ill bring thee on thy way:
Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.

OHJN OF ATNGU

Cemo, ecom, my osn, llI tup oyu on ruoy ywa. If I wree uogyn oehnug, I twolnud raienm eehr.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Then, Englands ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu;
My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!
Whereer I wander, boast of this I can,
310 Though banishd, yet a trueborn Englishman.

HNEYR GLBEORBKNIO

Tneh oboeygd, aglnsdnE reaht. dGyobeo, estew sloi, my ahmronldte. reeWevrh I go, I cna obsta atth I am a rute ahmslnngiE, even if I am sbiendah.
Exeunt
They ixte.

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