No Fear Shakespeare: Richard II: Act 1 Scene 3

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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.
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