No Fear Shakespeare: Richard II: Act 1 Scene 3

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The lists at Coventry.	The sijnogut iesldf at trenyCvo.
Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE	Teh ORLD RMHASAL dna eht DEKU OF ELAUEMR neter.
LORD MARSHAL My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford armd?	RLDO ARHLSMA My Ldor rAmluee, deos rHayr oeHrerfd aevh sih eawpons?
DUKE OF AUMERLE Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.	DEKU OF LAUERME sYe, mpcloyleet, dna he wtans to iengb.
LORD MARSHAL The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellants trumpet.	DORL HSRAAML hTe stiidrpe nad odbl Dkeu of Nokforl is sujt iawtign for hsi acecsrus mussmon.
DUKE OF AUMERLE 5 Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay For nothing but his majestys approach.	DEUK OF MEEAULR yhW, etnh, hyte rea htbo yader, and eerw ynol itgwnai on teh sknig ncrneeta.
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	Tsemuptr bwlo. NIKG DIARRCH II neetrs ihtw NOHJ OF NTUGA , BSUHY , OAGTB , RNEEG , nda otserh. necO yhte are tdseea, AHTMOS YMBOWRA enetrs twih ihs npawose. A eldhar aols esrnte.
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.	KGIN CRRIADH II saalrMh, sak hte botacamnt yhw ehs omec hree ithw owpnsae. Aks hmi ish name dna eamk mih sarew in cocncaedar ithw the surel ttah his msisoni is eon of isujtce.
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!	ODLR RSHAALM In dosG anme adn teh niksg, etll us ohw ouy ear nda ywh you vahe oemc erhe iwht oamrr and anpsewo. hoW is uroy oetnppno, and ahtw is ruoy qalrure? llTe us eht htrut, as vyueo orsnw on uryo hkgndhotoi. Meak uryo nesefed.
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!	HMSOTA BRYMAWO My aemn is moTsha Marbwyo, teh ekuD of Nfolrok. vIe emco as I had orwsn to oGd dobrif a nhgkit saekbr hsi htao! Im eerh otbh to endedf my toyyall adn het rttuh of my teonmsiyt to Gdo, my gkni, adn yan elcdrnhi hatt I ghmit ahev. itWh het gacer of Gdo adn my iliatyb to fghit, lIl evopr ttah my otnopepn, the Duke of frerdoHe, is a iaotrtr to doG, the gnki, dan to me. Adn yam heaevn eottpcr me, isecn I fight iwht ohrno!
The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE , appellant, in armour, with a Herald	A peosraln urettmp acll is yapeld. RNYHE IOKNRGLBEBO , hte ecrusac, eenstr, tihw a ehrdal.
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.	NIKG RDIHCRA II aahslrM, kas taht hnitkg ohw he is nad why he is eerh maerd rfo awr. Meka hmi loyarflm setyift as to het saneor he is ehre to tgihf, as oru wal ueiqersr.
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!	DLRO HSRAAML atWh is uyor enam, nad why do uyo mceo ehre in tonfr of niKg icardhR? Who is yrou tenpnoop? ahtW is oyru arqulre? Speak leki a erut githnk!
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!	YRENH OGKRIBOLBEN I am yrHra of Hfodreer, secarLatn, dan beyrD. I am eardy to pvero wthi my anpweso, hitw dsoG eacrg, adn wthi my rghtnets taht Tasohm yorawbM, keuD of Noklrof, is a lfuo raoirtt, rsandeogu to Knig cahidrR and to me. Mya eevhan efdnde me, csien I tighf for hrtut!
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.	DLOR LSMAARH ynlO eht asmrhal dna teh aodeipptn oiislfcaf yma eicrtd teh eencgropdsi, dna nya oehtr peorsn isolohf gouehn to tenre eht dfiel will be upt to aetdh.
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.	YHENR LEIGONBKBOR oLdr smarhla, tel me skis the nsgki nhad adn go on my kene erbfeo hmi. rbayMwo and I are oautb to krentduea a lanhlgeec mliaisr to a gonl and tuidflifc yrounje, so we uodhsl asy a faorlm ebdygoo to rou rnisfed.
LORD MARSHAL The appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.	DORL MARALSH The seuccra rsgete ruyo gsnhihse dna ssak to sski your nhad nda say eogydob.
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.	IKNG ACDRIRH II llI epst wond adn acmebre him. sCnuio of eHerfdro, rfionas as oyru eaucs is sujt, I iwhs uoy uclk in tihs fgith. yGeobdo, my inosuc. If yuo ied in isht htgfi, I iwll eiergv, ubt I twon ktae enrevge.
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.	NRYEH IBONEKGOBLR If I am irpedce by Mroaysbw cenla, ondt suemsi oyru sreta rfo me. Im as nonedftci as eht kwha is ehnw he uthsn teh rpwosra. My oilgvn kngi, oybeodg, adn godebyo my cuonsi, Lodr eulerAm. Im hyelhta, yguno, nad ivael nwo, enev if Im scoel to dehat. Laylts, Ill yas llafwree to oyu, my trhaef, utjs as at a astfe I save eth sebt lsoemr rof het edn. Oh my reorcta, uroy uoflyuht sipitr is norber in me nad erngiezse me to raehc fro tcvroyi. vieG tgnrhset to my rroma wtih oryu pyasrre, and dhearn my lnace thiw ouyr ingslbse, so it lliw peceir Moywrabs atco of orram. yaM my breav eedds gnirb nwe rnoho to het eamn of nhJo of nauGt.
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.	NHOJ OF UAGTN May Gdo eivg uoy ecsssuc in rouy odgo scuea! tSikre as kiucq as giihnnlgt, dan elt yoru olwsb afll eikl drhneut on hte ehlmte of yruo eyenm. Be uugcoaesro adn ecefir, dna saty valie.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!	YENHR OOREILBBNKG My cenicnnoe and nSiat reegGo illw ertcpot 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.	HTSMOA WOMYBRA rhveaeWt dGo or tfea ahs in otser ofr me, I lwil veli or eid as a aloly, ujst, nda teshon etlanngem. I uoyjllyf eeacbetlr sith abltte aatgsin my mneey, as hucm as yna easlv rebtescale who tesak off hsi ncisha nda mbcsoee rfee. otsM ufopelrw inkg and my seinfrd, I hisw uoy lla sphepsnai in teh esray to ecmo. I go to fitgh as yhpapil as I wodlu ojni in a oibenlartec, euesbac nognikw thta I ehav uhttr on my dise eakms me elfe almc.
KING RICHARD II Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. Order the trial, marshal, and begin.	NGIK RIARHDC II oGboedy, my orld. I ees btoh evutir adn ogcaeru in yuo. hlMrsaa, elts eibgn.
LORD MARSHAL 100 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!	ODLR SAHAMLR rnyeH of edfHrore, aesnLtarc, nad ybreD, atke yoru canel. aMy oGd nddeef het ghitr mna!
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen.	NEHRY OBBKREIOGNL tihW neghttsr adn pohe, I ysa, meAn.
LORD MARSHAL Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.	DRLO SRALHAM Tkea thsi ecnla to Tashmo, euDk of Noorklf.
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.	FTSIR LEADHR At eth irks of ebing dpreov alfes, rhee tnsasd yernH of oferHred, Lerstcaan, nad erybD to srnmaodtete ahtt teh ukDe of foNlkor, hTmaso arMbywo, is a ritorat to hsi dGo, ihs nigk, nda to mih. He rdsea him to pset rdfrwoa dna fgith.
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.	NEDOCS HLDAER At teh ksri of ebnig odverp fesal, heer dansts hmsaTo byaMrow, ueDk of ofkorNl, to dfened ifslehm dan to rpoev ttah enyHr of rfedoerH is ilsldyoa to Gdo, shi nkgi, adn to hmi. By ish own rfee iwll and whti cgoeaur, he aitsw rof teh nliags to gnbei.
LORD MARSHAL Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.	DLRO AALHSRM Tsetumrp, lpya. Setp wrodrfa, bctanstamo.
A charge sounded	Teh prsettmu aply to nliags het cgrahe.
Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.	pSot, eth gink sha rhotnw wnod ihs nbato.
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.	GINK RADHCRI II Tlel mhte to take off ehrit mlsheet, lay down eihtr pesars, dan meco kbca to hreit shcari by me. Tlle the ermtuspt to lpay ulnti I eildrve my rcdeee to heste mne.
A long flourish	The rstpeumt yapl.
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.	awDr aenr, dna slntei to whta I veha eiseddv hwit my lcocuni. Oru mdikogn, wrhee oyu both wreg up, hslduo tno be sdleoi htwi rouy obodl, dna I taeh eht lpceaesct of sgtetinl hcsu eusalrqr ihwt owrsds. I iknht ttah eidrp, obaimnit, dan nvye ehav ucasde oyu to idtubrs teh ewtes eapce of siht tucrony. necO that eapec is erkbon by arw mdusr and the lcsha of esopnwa, rleieastv ilwl be nigikll aech reoth. roeeTefrh, Im dnniegs yuo uto into titsdan irerresotti. ouY, my ucsoni eoredfHr, at the arhtte of eeuotncxi if ouy rruent, era aeindhsb fro ten eysra.
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.	YENHR ORNKEIBBGLO I wlli do as uyo dmmaocn. My omtfocr in my bihnmaesnt illw be eth hohgtut htat het asem uns ahtt hsines on yuo wlil henis on me wvereehr 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.	IKGN RARDCIH II Noorklf, I tulrecyanlt tmus vieg yuo a erhsrha nenstcee. oruY cebeans tnwo be rmkdae by a iarectn unberm of horus. I tsum bahsni uoy fro elif.
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?	AOMTSH RWOMAYB tIs a vhyea ceenents, my dorl, adn I tiddn xpetce to ahre oyu yas tath. I deedvesr to be edardewr, ont denhsiup so shrayhl twhi ileex. Ill eavh to dabnnoa my atevin islhngE gulegaan, cihhw evI konspe for otrfy erysa. My gueotn liwl be of as etiltl sue as a onrbek inoivl. eYouv romnepsiid it, and irgocnean wlil be my liajer. Im oto dol to anrel ntihagyn new. Youve esecndent me to dei in sceieln.
KING RICHARD II It boots thee not to be compassionate: 175 After our sentence plaining comes too late.	IGKN DHRIACR II It toedsn elhp to asiepdr, nad cneo my eentncse is ndaehd uto it is oto elat to nlamte.
THOMAS MOWBRAY Then thus I turn me from my countrys light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.	TSHOMA YWRBAMO eThn Ill rutn ayaw rfom eth light of siht utrncyo dna sngrie sflyme to dassekrn.
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.	IKNG DACHRRI II meCo cbka, dna aekt an otah. Ptu oryu ahdsn on my sdwor dan wsrea isht by yuor tuyd to oeGicsnd ryuo utyd to me lilw nde hwti rouy nhbasthnaitemt you illw veenr teerg ceha trhoe in ileex, or etrwi to chae ohtre, or kame up whti heac rothe, nad ttah you town plot any lfou dede ntsgaai me, my toycrun, my uetsbcsj, or any of my ndal.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE I swear.	NERHY IOEBOGNBRLK I aeswr.
THOMAS MOWBRAY And I, to keep all this.	SMAOHT RWAYBMO 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.	NEHYR OF BNLOBRKOIGE If eth knig adh aoeldlw us to ifgth, oklNofr my yenme, eno of us uwdol be dead by won. neO of uro sosul doulw heva eben seahdbni mfro sit obyd, tjus as rou osbdie era own dhbiaesn mrfo tsih ntroycu. osfnCes ryuo resnato oerbfe oyu go. tDon atke the meusmreocb ebnurd of oseth snis twhi uoy.
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.	ATSOMH OMYARBW No, obeolkrBign. If I ewre vere a rtritao, amy I dei nad be nfribodde frmo aveehn! Btu uoy nda I dna God lal nkow awth oyu are, dna I rafe htat het kngi lwli nfid uto lal oot oootsn ish wrosor. dyeoGbo, my orld. oNw Im leaunb to oles my yaw, nicse my yaw is ynaeewhr in the wdlor horte athn alEndng.
Exit	He tsexi.
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.	KGNI RHCRADI II Unecl, I nac ees in ruoy eyse hwo hcum yuo rea ggerivni. ecnSi oyu era so ads, Ill reduec yuro snso xiele by rfou asyer.
To HENRY BOLINGBROKE	To RHYNE ONREOGBILKB
Six frozen winter spent, Return with welcome home from banishment.	efAtr xsi raesy, uyo llwi be cmeleow to meoc hmeo.
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.	HREYN BOLROIBKGNE wHo cumh tmie is ketp in a dorw! rouF oswl wtsirne adn urof lshu pngissr ketan aayw in a rwdo. ahstT eht ropwe of a kgni.
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.	NOJH OF AGNTU kTahn ouy, my odlr, fro nsegtirnoh my sons ileex rfo my akes. tuB I wton ngia chmu by it. By teh eitm xsi serya ahve spsade I lliw be edda nda tnwo be bael to see my nso.
KING RICHARD II Why uncle, thou hast many years to live.	NKIG HRRDCIA II hyW, cleun, uyo hvae aymn yeras eltf to live.
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.	NHOJ OF AGNUT But uyo cnta vieg me an taerx uetmin of lief. ouY nac senohtr my yasd by idadgn iths worosr, tbu uyo tnac add nya tmie. uYo acn uscae me to owurfr my rwob, tbu oyu atnc opts a newirkl rfom miogrfn. uYo nca oderr my tdeha thiw a owrd, utb enco Im deda, nhogint cna be odne to vige me orntaeh trhbea.
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?	GINK RHIRDCA II annhgsBii uyro ons swa a ogdo tuoslino, adn uoy eegdra to it. yWh own do you look so ogmylo at my sicuejt?
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 GUNTA sSeetmimo a ghint ttha ettssa tesew etrla mksae oyu feel ciks. uoY deask me to be a gjedu, ubt I wdolu tehrar eavh dgeuar as a thaefr. If it dha bnee a eargtrsn tahrer ntha my ons, I odwlu have eneb dimelr. I dwntea to iaodv eiesngm ostf, nad, in het orcsesp, yteeosdrd elmfys. alAs, I expdceet enmsooe to yas I was oot trcits in nahgisinb my onw nos, tub you elt me greea to sthi birtelre noseicid.
KING RICHARD II Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so: Six years we banish him, and he shall go.	GKNI ACIHDRR II sCoinu, fawlreel. Uelnc, say eooybdg, oot. Ive abendshi him ofr ixs rsyea, dan he muts go.
Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train	uTmtersp lobw. KIGN RRIDCAH II adn ish tstassaisn eixt.
DUKE OF AUMERLE 250 Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know, From where you do remain let paper show.	KUED OF LMUEAER unCosi, gyobedo. Send me a trleet iltgnle me erewh oyu rea, niecs I otwn be aleb to earh it morf yuo in sonepr.
LORD MARSHAL My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, As far as land will let me, by your side.	DLRO SRHMLAA My olrd, I wton ysa obgdeyo. llI eidr tiwh 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?	JHON OF NGTAU hyW are uoy eringnami itnlse? Wton ouy yas oedgybo to yuro irsnfed?
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.	HNYER EBGNOBORLIK I dusohl be abel to tlel uoy in eeralvs aswy owh das I flee, btu I hvea no rodsw to resxsep ohw sad I elef in aiysng ygedoob to uoy.
JOHN OF GAUNT Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.	NJOH OF UATGN rYuo riegf is ujts that louyl be easbnt rfo a tmie.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE 260 Joy absent, grief is present for that time.	HERNY BLOKENORBIG tWih yjo goen, rfige will keat up thta hwoel item.
JOHN OF GAUNT What is six winters? they are quickly gone.	NOJH OF TNAUG xiS sarey will go by ciykqlu.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.	RYHEN ENORBKBILOG To a hyapp amn tehy uwdlo pssa qiculky, but htiw rroswo one ohur lefes kiel etn.
JOHN OF GAUNT Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.	OJNH OF ANUGT Thnik of it as a lsuraepe tipr.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE My heart will sigh when I miscall it so, 265 Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.	RHNEY NBLKREIGBOO To ntpedre it is a voanitca wlil yoln kema it rweso.
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.	HJNO OF ATUGN nihkT of thees suorflwor eyars as a ayw to make uyor tenurr hoem neve aeiphrp.
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?	EYNRH ORGKLIONEBB No, eyrev pset I keat away illw ylon inemdr me who rfa I am mrof thwa I velo. llI be nesigrv so yman glno rysae in a nroeifg daln, nda, oterh ntah my omeerdf, llI evah ninohtg to owhs for it at eht end.
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.	JNHO OF TGNUA A swie anm kosnw taht enywaher vhneea olsok onwd onup is a regufe. ecroF fyurlsoe to ktihn ihts ywa, uecseab ouy aveh to. otDn kinht ttha hte ikgn sdneabih uyo ubt rrehat atth uyo rea eht gkin. Sworor giewsh ahtsviee on oetsh ohw raeb it ildtmyi. nedrPte I ents oyu to go pvroe feoursly, otn htta eht ingk dshaibne uoy. Or neperdt atth rhtee is a gualep rhee dna hatt uoy rea snekige a iheehrlta clpae. nimeaIg taht what ouy nwta eth msto acn be onfdu in eht tieinrcdo yuo aer ggoin, nto het idnitcero yuore omncig romf. ednPret eht sdrib rea nisiuacms, dan the rlseofw nloag yoru athp rea fria deslia, dna rouy tspse rea a edacn. Sorowr hsa no porwe to ruth the amn woh amkes ufn of it and how peske a esesn of hmruo.
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.	EYHRN BOROLGEKINB Woh cna ldho a amfle by enegndirtp tath it is iec? Or faityss unerhg juts by ghtniikn atoub a safte? Or lolr in eht nows ndkea by iamngnigi eht taeh of smmrue? Oh, no! ggnaniiIm het btse yonl aesmk teh wrtos rdraeh to aebr. oworSr trhus stom wnhe yuo eratt teh npai it eacerts itowthu rcgiun teh uscea.
JOHN OF GAUNT 305 Come, come, my son, Ill bring thee on thy way: Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.	JOHN OF GNAUT Cemo, ecom, my sno, llI tpu you on ryou ywa. If I reew gyonu nugheo, I dunlotw meiran ereh.
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.	NEHRY IOBNOEKLGBR nThe ygdoobe, Egsdnnla rhate. eoodybG, sweet siol, my mrleahodnt. erhvreeW I go, I nac tsbao hatt I am a rteu ghnamlEsni, enev if I am nsabihed.
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The lists at Coventry.	The sijnogut iesldf at trenyCvo.
Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE	Teh ORLD RMHASAL dna eht DEKU OF ELAUEMR neter.
LORD MARSHAL My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford armd?	RLDO ARHLSMA My Ldor rAmluee, deos rHayr oeHrerfd aevh sih eawpons?
DUKE OF AUMERLE Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.	DEKU OF LAUERME sYe, mpcloyleet, dna he wtans to iengb.
LORD MARSHAL The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellants trumpet.	DORL HSRAAML hTe stiidrpe nad odbl Dkeu of Nokforl is sujt iawtign for hsi acecsrus mussmon.
DUKE OF AUMERLE 5 Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay For nothing but his majestys approach.	DEUK OF MEEAULR yhW, etnh, hyte rea htbo yader, and eerw ynol itgwnai on teh sknig ncrneeta.
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	Tsemuptr bwlo. NIKG DIARRCH II neetrs ihtw NOHJ OF NTUGA , BSUHY , OAGTB , RNEEG , nda otserh. necO yhte are tdseea, AHTMOS YMBOWRA enetrs twih ihs npawose. A eldhar aols esrnte.
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.	KGIN CRRIADH II saalrMh, sak hte botacamnt yhw ehs omec hree ithw owpnsae. Aks hmi ish name dna eamk mih sarew in cocncaedar ithw the surel ttah his msisoni is eon of isujtce.
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!	ODLR RSHAALM In dosG anme adn teh niksg, etll us ohw ouy ear nda ywh you vahe oemc erhe iwht oamrr and anpsewo. hoW is uroy oetnppno, and ahtw is ruoy qalrure? llTe us eht htrut, as vyueo orsnw on uryo hkgndhotoi. Meak uryo nesefed.
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!	HMSOTA BRYMAWO My aemn is moTsha Marbwyo, teh ekuD of Nfolrok. vIe emco as I had orwsn to oGd dobrif a nhgkit saekbr hsi htao! Im eerh otbh to endedf my toyyall adn het rttuh of my teonmsiyt to Gdo, my gkni, adn yan elcdrnhi hatt I ghmit ahev. itWh het gacer of Gdo adn my iliatyb to fghit, lIl evopr ttah my otnopepn, the Duke of frerdoHe, is a iaotrtr to doG, the gnki, dan to me. Adn yam heaevn eottpcr me, isecn I fight iwht ohrno!
The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE , appellant, in armour, with a Herald	A peosraln urettmp acll is yapeld. RNYHE IOKNRGLBEBO , hte ecrusac, eenstr, tihw a ehrdal.
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.	NIKG RDIHCRA II aahslrM, kas taht hnitkg ohw he is nad why he is eerh maerd rfo awr. Meka hmi loyarflm setyift as to het saneor he is ehre to tgihf, as oru wal ueiqersr.
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!	DLRO HSRAAML atWh is uyor enam, nad why do uyo mceo ehre in tonfr of niKg icardhR? Who is yrou tenpnoop? ahtW is oyru arqulre? Speak leki a erut githnk!
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!	YRENH OGKRIBOLBEN I am yrHra of Hfodreer, secarLatn, dan beyrD. I am eardy to pvero wthi my anpweso, hitw dsoG eacrg, adn wthi my rghtnets taht Tasohm yorawbM, keuD of Noklrof, is a lfuo raoirtt, rsandeogu to Knig cahidrR and to me. Mya eevhan efdnde me, csien I tighf for hrtut!
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.	DLOR LSMAARH ynlO eht asmrhal dna teh aodeipptn oiislfcaf yma eicrtd teh eencgropdsi, dna nya oehtr peorsn isolohf gouehn to tenre eht dfiel will be upt to aetdh.
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.	YHENR LEIGONBKBOR oLdr smarhla, tel me skis the nsgki nhad adn go on my kene erbfeo hmi. rbayMwo and I are oautb to krentduea a lanhlgeec mliaisr to a gonl and tuidflifc yrounje, so we uodhsl asy a faorlm ebdygoo to rou rnisfed.
LORD MARSHAL The appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.	DORL MARALSH The seuccra rsgete ruyo gsnhihse dna ssak to sski your nhad nda say eogydob.
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.	IKNG ACDRIRH II llI epst wond adn acmebre him. sCnuio of eHerfdro, rfionas as oyru eaucs is sujt, I iwhs uoy uclk in tihs fgith. yGeobdo, my inosuc. If yuo ied in isht htgfi, I iwll eiergv, ubt I twon ktae enrevge.
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.	NRYEH IBONEKGOBLR If I am irpedce by Mroaysbw cenla, ondt suemsi oyru sreta rfo me. Im as nonedftci as eht kwha is ehnw he uthsn teh rpwosra. My oilgvn kngi, oybeodg, adn godebyo my cuonsi, Lodr eulerAm. Im hyelhta, yguno, nad ivael nwo, enev if Im scoel to dehat. Laylts, Ill yas llafwree to oyu, my trhaef, utjs as at a astfe I save eth sebt lsoemr rof het edn. Oh my reorcta, uroy uoflyuht sipitr is norber in me nad erngiezse me to raehc fro tcvroyi. vieG tgnrhset to my rroma wtih oryu pyasrre, and dhearn my lnace thiw ouyr ingslbse, so it lliw peceir Moywrabs atco of orram. yaM my breav eedds gnirb nwe rnoho to het eamn of nhJo of nauGt.
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.	NHOJ OF UAGTN May Gdo eivg uoy ecsssuc in rouy odgo scuea! tSikre as kiucq as giihnnlgt, dan elt yoru olwsb afll eikl drhneut on hte ehlmte of yruo eyenm. Be uugcoaesro adn ecefir, dna saty valie.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!	YENHR OOREILBBNKG My cenicnnoe and nSiat reegGo illw ertcpot 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.	HTSMOA WOMYBRA rhveaeWt dGo or tfea ahs in otser ofr me, I lwil veli or eid as a aloly, ujst, nda teshon etlanngem. I uoyjllyf eeacbetlr sith abltte aatgsin my mneey, as hucm as yna easlv rebtescale who tesak off hsi ncisha nda mbcsoee rfee. otsM ufopelrw inkg and my seinfrd, I hisw uoy lla sphepsnai in teh esray to ecmo. I go to fitgh as yhpapil as I wodlu ojni in a oibenlartec, euesbac nognikw thta I ehav uhttr on my dise eakms me elfe almc.
KING RICHARD II Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. Order the trial, marshal, and begin.	NGIK RIARHDC II oGboedy, my orld. I ees btoh evutir adn ogcaeru in yuo. hlMrsaa, elts eibgn.
LORD MARSHAL 100 Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!	ODLR SAHAMLR rnyeH of edfHrore, aesnLtarc, nad ybreD, atke yoru canel. aMy oGd nddeef het ghitr mna!
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen.	NEHRY OBBKREIOGNL tihW neghttsr adn pohe, I ysa, meAn.
LORD MARSHAL Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.	DRLO SRALHAM Tkea thsi ecnla to Tashmo, euDk of Noorklf.
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.	FTSIR LEADHR At eth irks of ebing dpreov alfes, rhee tnsasd yernH of oferHred, Lerstcaan, nad erybD to srnmaodtete ahtt teh ukDe of foNlkor, hTmaso arMbywo, is a ritorat to hsi dGo, ihs nigk, nda to mih. He rdsea him to pset rdfrwoa dna fgith.
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.	NEDOCS HLDAER At teh ksri of ebnig odverp fesal, heer dansts hmsaTo byaMrow, ueDk of ofkorNl, to dfened ifslehm dan to rpoev ttah enyHr of rfedoerH is ilsldyoa to Gdo, shi nkgi, adn to hmi. By ish own rfee iwll and whti cgoeaur, he aitsw rof teh nliags to gnbei.
LORD MARSHAL Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.	DLRO AALHSRM Tsetumrp, lpya. Setp wrodrfa, bctanstamo.
A charge sounded	Teh prsettmu aply to nliags het cgrahe.
Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.	pSot, eth gink sha rhotnw wnod ihs nbato.
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.	GINK RADHCRI II Tlel mhte to take off ehrit mlsheet, lay down eihtr pesars, dan meco kbca to hreit shcari by me. Tlle the ermtuspt to lpay ulnti I eildrve my rcdeee to heste mne.
A long flourish	The rstpeumt yapl.
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.	awDr aenr, dna slntei to whta I veha eiseddv hwit my lcocuni. Oru mdikogn, wrhee oyu both wreg up, hslduo tno be sdleoi htwi rouy obodl, dna I taeh eht lpceaesct of sgtetinl hcsu eusalrqr ihwt owrsds. I iknht ttah eidrp, obaimnit, dan nvye ehav ucasde oyu to idtubrs teh ewtes eapce of siht tucrony. necO that eapec is erkbon by arw mdusr and the lcsha of esopnwa, rleieastv ilwl be nigikll aech reoth. roeeTefrh, Im dnniegs yuo uto into titsdan irerresotti. ouY, my ucsoni eoredfHr, at the arhtte of eeuotncxi if ouy rruent, era aeindhsb fro ten eysra.
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.	YENHR ORNKEIBBGLO I wlli do as uyo dmmaocn. My omtfocr in my bihnmaesnt illw be eth hohgtut htat het asem uns ahtt hsines on yuo wlil henis on me wvereehr 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.	IKGN RARDCIH II Noorklf, I tulrecyanlt tmus vieg yuo a erhsrha nenstcee. oruY cebeans tnwo be rmkdae by a iarectn unberm of horus. I tsum bahsni uoy fro elif.
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?	AOMTSH RWOMAYB tIs a vhyea ceenents, my dorl, adn I tiddn xpetce to ahre oyu yas tath. I deedvesr to be edardewr, ont denhsiup so shrayhl twhi ileex. Ill eavh to dabnnoa my atevin islhngE gulegaan, cihhw evI konspe for otrfy erysa. My gueotn liwl be of as etiltl sue as a onrbek inoivl. eYouv romnepsiid it, and irgocnean wlil be my liajer. Im oto dol to anrel ntihagyn new. Youve esecndent me to dei in sceieln.
KING RICHARD II It boots thee not to be compassionate: 175 After our sentence plaining comes too late.	IGKN DHRIACR II It toedsn elhp to asiepdr, nad cneo my eentncse is ndaehd uto it is oto elat to nlamte.
THOMAS MOWBRAY Then thus I turn me from my countrys light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.	TSHOMA YWRBAMO eThn Ill rutn ayaw rfom eth light of siht utrncyo dna sngrie sflyme to dassekrn.
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.	IKNG DACHRRI II meCo cbka, dna aekt an otah. Ptu oryu ahdsn on my sdwor dan wsrea isht by yuor tuyd to oeGicsnd ryuo utyd to me lilw nde hwti rouy nhbasthnaitemt you illw veenr teerg ceha trhoe in ileex, or etrwi to chae ohtre, or kame up whti heac rothe, nad ttah you town plot any lfou dede ntsgaai me, my toycrun, my uetsbcsj, or any of my ndal.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE I swear.	NERHY IOEBOGNBRLK I aeswr.
THOMAS MOWBRAY And I, to keep all this.	SMAOHT RWAYBMO 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.	NEHYR OF BNLOBRKOIGE If eth knig adh aoeldlw us to ifgth, oklNofr my yenme, eno of us uwdol be dead by won. neO of uro sosul doulw heva eben seahdbni mfro sit obyd, tjus as rou osbdie era own dhbiaesn mrfo tsih ntroycu. osfnCes ryuo resnato oerbfe oyu go. tDon atke the meusmreocb ebnurd of oseth snis twhi uoy.
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.	ATSOMH OMYARBW No, obeolkrBign. If I ewre vere a rtritao, amy I dei nad be nfribodde frmo aveehn! Btu uoy nda I dna God lal nkow awth oyu are, dna I rafe htat het kngi lwli nfid uto lal oot oootsn ish wrosor. dyeoGbo, my orld. oNw Im leaunb to oles my yaw, nicse my yaw is ynaeewhr in the wdlor horte athn alEndng.
Exit	He tsexi.
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.	KGNI RHCRADI II Unecl, I nac ees in ruoy eyse hwo hcum yuo rea ggerivni. ecnSi oyu era so ads, Ill reduec yuro snso xiele by rfou asyer.
To HENRY BOLINGBROKE	To RHYNE ONREOGBILKB
Six frozen winter spent, Return with welcome home from banishment.	efAtr xsi raesy, uyo llwi be cmeleow to meoc hmeo.
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.	HREYN BOLROIBKGNE wHo cumh tmie is ketp in a dorw! rouF oswl wtsirne adn urof lshu pngissr ketan aayw in a rwdo. ahstT eht ropwe of a kgni.
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.	NOJH OF AGNTU kTahn ouy, my odlr, fro nsegtirnoh my sons ileex rfo my akes. tuB I wton ngia chmu by it. By teh eitm xsi serya ahve spsade I lliw be edda nda tnwo be bael to see my nso.
KING RICHARD II Why uncle, thou hast many years to live.	NKIG HRRDCIA II hyW, cleun, uyo hvae aymn yeras eltf to live.
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.	NHOJ OF AGNUT But uyo cnta vieg me an taerx uetmin of lief. ouY nac senohtr my yasd by idadgn iths worosr, tbu uyo tnac add nya tmie. uYo acn uscae me to owurfr my rwob, tbu oyu atnc opts a newirkl rfom miogrfn. uYo nca oderr my tdeha thiw a owrd, utb enco Im deda, nhogint cna be odne to vige me orntaeh trhbea.
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?	GINK RHIRDCA II annhgsBii uyro ons swa a ogdo tuoslino, adn uoy eegdra to it. yWh own do you look so ogmylo at my sicuejt?
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 GUNTA sSeetmimo a ghint ttha ettssa tesew etrla mksae oyu feel ciks. uoY deask me to be a gjedu, ubt I wdolu tehrar eavh dgeuar as a thaefr. If it dha bnee a eargtrsn tahrer ntha my ons, I odwlu have eneb dimelr. I dwntea to iaodv eiesngm ostf, nad, in het orcsesp, yteeosdrd elmfys. alAs, I expdceet enmsooe to yas I was oot trcits in nahgisinb my onw nos, tub you elt me greea to sthi birtelre noseicid.
KING RICHARD II Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so: Six years we banish him, and he shall go.	GKNI ACIHDRR II sCoinu, fawlreel. Uelnc, say eooybdg, oot. Ive abendshi him ofr ixs rsyea, dan he muts go.
Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train	uTmtersp lobw. KIGN RRIDCAH II adn ish tstassaisn eixt.
DUKE OF AUMERLE 250 Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know, From where you do remain let paper show.	KUED OF LMUEAER unCosi, gyobedo. Send me a trleet iltgnle me erewh oyu rea, niecs I otwn be aleb to earh it morf yuo in sonepr.
LORD MARSHAL My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, As far as land will let me, by your side.	DLRO SRHMLAA My olrd, I wton ysa obgdeyo. llI eidr tiwh 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?	JHON OF NGTAU hyW are uoy eringnami itnlse? Wton ouy yas oedgybo to yuro irsnfed?
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.	HNYER EBGNOBORLIK I dusohl be abel to tlel uoy in eeralvs aswy owh das I flee, btu I hvea no rodsw to resxsep ohw sad I elef in aiysng ygedoob to uoy.
JOHN OF GAUNT Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.	NJOH OF UATGN rYuo riegf is ujts that louyl be easbnt rfo a tmie.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE 260 Joy absent, grief is present for that time.	HERNY BLOKENORBIG tWih yjo goen, rfige will keat up thta hwoel item.
JOHN OF GAUNT What is six winters? they are quickly gone.	NOJH OF TNAUG xiS sarey will go by ciykqlu.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.	RYHEN ENORBKBILOG To a hyapp amn tehy uwdlo pssa qiculky, but htiw rroswo one ohur lefes kiel etn.
JOHN OF GAUNT Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.	OJNH OF ANUGT Thnik of it as a lsuraepe tipr.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE My heart will sigh when I miscall it so, 265 Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.	RHNEY NBLKREIGBOO To ntpedre it is a voanitca wlil yoln kema it rweso.
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.	HJNO OF ATUGN nihkT of thees suorflwor eyars as a ayw to make uyor tenurr hoem neve aeiphrp.
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?	EYNRH ORGKLIONEBB No, eyrev pset I keat away illw ylon inemdr me who rfa I am mrof thwa I velo. llI be nesigrv so yman glno rysae in a nroeifg daln, nda, oterh ntah my omeerdf, llI evah ninohtg to owhs for it at eht end.
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.	JNHO OF TGNUA A swie anm kosnw taht enywaher vhneea olsok onwd onup is a regufe. ecroF fyurlsoe to ktihn ihts ywa, uecseab ouy aveh to. otDn kinht ttha hte ikgn sdneabih uyo ubt rrehat atth uyo rea eht gkin. Sworor giewsh ahtsviee on oetsh ohw raeb it ildtmyi. nedrPte I ents oyu to go pvroe feoursly, otn htta eht ingk dshaibne uoy. Or neperdt atth rhtee is a gualep rhee dna hatt uoy rea snekige a iheehrlta clpae. nimeaIg taht what ouy nwta eth msto acn be onfdu in eht tieinrcdo yuo aer ggoin, nto het idnitcero yuore omncig romf. ednPret eht sdrib rea nisiuacms, dan the rlseofw nloag yoru athp rea fria deslia, dna rouy tspse rea a edacn. Sorowr hsa no porwe to ruth the amn woh amkes ufn of it and how peske a esesn of hmruo.
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.	EYHRN BOROLGEKINB Woh cna ldho a amfle by enegndirtp tath it is iec? Or faityss unerhg juts by ghtniikn atoub a safte? Or lolr in eht nows ndkea by iamngnigi eht taeh of smmrue? Oh, no! ggnaniiIm het btse yonl aesmk teh wrtos rdraeh to aebr. oworSr trhus stom wnhe yuo eratt teh npai it eacerts itowthu rcgiun teh uscea.
JOHN OF GAUNT 305 Come, come, my son, Ill bring thee on thy way: Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.	JOHN OF GNAUT Cemo, ecom, my sno, llI tpu you on ryou ywa. If I reew gyonu nugheo, I dunlotw meiran ereh.
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.	NEHRY IOBNOEKLGBR nThe ygdoobe, Egsdnnla rhate. eoodybG, sweet siol, my mrleahodnt. erhvreeW I go, I nac tsbao hatt I am a rteu ghnamlEsni, enev if I am nsabihed.
Exeunt	Tyeh itex.