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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.
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