No Fear Shakespeare: Richard II: Act 2 Scene 1

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Ely House.	lyE eaPcla, nonodL.
Enter JOHN OF GAUNT sick, with the DUKE OF YORK , c	JHON OF UTANG , woh is yrev csik, nad teh UDEK OF YORK , as lelw as a ewf ssssaatint, erten.
JOHN OF GAUNT Will the king come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?	HJON OF UANTG Is hte ynoug, dlwi ignk niggo to eomc itvsi me so I can ievg imh my salt drosw of cdeiav efbero I edi?
DUKE OF YORK Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.	DKUE OF YOKR notD eawts hte ltteli ttregnsh uoy veha oirgrynw btuoa tath. vnEe if he ddi emco, hte ngki tesndo snlite to ciaved.
JOHN OF GAUNT 5 O, but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. He that no more must say is listend more 10 Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose; More are mens ends markd than their lives before: The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past: 15 Though Richard my lifes counsel would not hear, My deaths sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.	OJNH OF ANUTG oslA, in gnealer, pepleo ypa erom notnitate at teh dne of doboysmse flei. stI stju klei eth ltas eitb of eesrtdtiss teh teeswset aptr, eht arpt ouy yrt to akem ltas, dna teh ptar yuo ebrremem somt. So, vnee hghtou nigK iarRdch irdoeng me hgthourout my iefl, mebya lehl teinsl to me now tath I am ngiyd.
DUKE OF YORK No; it is stoppd with other flattering sounds, As praises, of whose taste the wise are feared, Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound 20 The open ear of youth doth always listen; Report of fashions in proud Italy, Whose manners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base imitation. Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity 25 So it be new, theres no respect how vile That is not quickly buzzed into his ears? Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wits regard. Direct not him whose way himself will choose: 30 Tis breath thou lackst, and that breath wilt thou lose.	EKUD OF RKYO No, he tonw lnstiiehs reas are tufdfse iwth all eth sosdun ttha meak hmi apphy, eilk teh ayftlret nad priaes he iecserev, chihw siew enm kwon to be rywa of. He oals esikl hcnyrau osepm, hichw rametium nyogu eepplo aawsyl neslit to. nAd he ienstls to teh foansih oresptr omfr tIlya, hchiw aEgdnnl is aaswly ygnoicp nda ayslwa uysllefhma tgiyrn to tccha up to. As nlog as it is enw, no teartm ohw uwafl it is, it aitsnltyn gsbar Ridhsrca ntanottie. Hsi resedi for all of steeh sinhtg osnedt owlla mih to tnslei to gdoo cvdiea. Dnto gvei hmi odrtnicei, eubeacs he ocohsse ihs now resuco. llouY jsut be tsnaigw oyru eopicsur haebrt.
JOHN OF GAUNT Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus expiring do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; 35 Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder: Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. 40 This royal throne of kings, this scepterd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, 45 This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, 50 This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Feard by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, 55 As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry, Of the worlds ransom, blessed Marys Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, 60 Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: 65 That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death!	OJNH OF TNUGA As I lei ereh yingd, I khtin ttah doG is ensdludy titlgen me ees teh gisnk ureutf. Teh nkig ctna go on livign a seuaftlw tslfeeily foverer, in het msae way ahtt a argnig eifr wlli nalvelteyu brnu ltefsi tuo. Littel oanrmtsisr tnoef go on rof a lngo etmi, ubt igb, vtlnioe sodmrttshenur eomc dan go quiklyc. heT noerps who asttrs off oot tfsa wlli nsoo erit otu, dan hte neopsr hwo tsea too afts will ecokh on ish ofod. hTe gyrnuh rdbi ahtt tacn get noeguh to eta will onso eat tsfile. Tsih dinokgm, htsi ismeatcj rathE, siht dpiasaer, hsti rsetrofs hatt tNruea lutbi to trpcteo reflhes iasnagt dseesai dan war, tshi cukly ecra of oleppe, hits ittlel rwlod, iths scireopu wejel of an sidnal tsingti in het swhceiah tcrsoetp it eikl a wall or a otma anagist teh viel onentstnii of lses frtaouent rsncoiithsteu leessdb nadl, thsi gadElnn, tsih ietfrle roethm of inksg ohw are edrefa nda msaufo rfo rthie naisChtri sotaicn utgotuohrh hte rwldo, shit alnd of cuhs ogdo plpeeo, shti defrlwonu, fweonrudl adtlin is wno erndte uto, dan Im going to veha to ied aghiwtcn it anehpp. aElndgn is ruduneosrd by an oecna hseow ykorc oshre ahs walsay esphdu cakb hte iganrg wtreas. Now, hothug, agdlnnE is udbno in hesam by glela resapp, mdae of igtrnto threcnamp nda eredvoc in kiny tolsb, ttah wree nsegid to trne it out. annlEgd, hhcwi is edus to nunecrgioq rehto seurctnio, has now leumalfsyh cdouerqne ifetls. Oh, how I wish htsi sladnca ldowu ide and go waya, sjut iekl Im obtua to die. Hwo phayp my atdhe ouwdl be hnte!
Enter KING RICHARD II and QUEEN , DUKE OF AUMERLE , BUSHY , GREEN , BAGOT , LORD ROSS , and LORD WILLOUGHBY	KNIG DCRHARI II , eth EEUQN , het UKDE OF EMALRUE , YBHUS , GRNEE , OGABT , ORLD SORS , nda LORD LIYOWGLBHU ernte.
DUKE OF YORK [to John of Gaunt]The king is come: deal mildly with his youth; 70 For young hot colts being raged do rage the more.	UEKD OF ROKY (to hnJo of anGut) heT ngki is erhe. Go yeas tiwh imh. He is ngoyu dan esya to kame rnagy, adn if uyo ievg ihm a dhar tiem, oryue liykle to do nghonit btu maek him irrngae.
QUEEN How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster?	NQEUE woH ear ouy, ohnJ of Gtuan?
KING RICHARD II What comfort, man? how ist with aged Gaunt?	INGK CDIARRH II Yse, ohJn of Gntua, llte us who you are.
JOHN OF GAUNT O how that name befits my composition! Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old: 75 Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt? For sleeping England long time have I watchd; Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt: The pleasure that some fathers feed upon, 80 Is my strict fast; I mean, my childrens looks; And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones.	JONH OF GANUT My eamn is unGta, adn I lefe gntua. I am gtaun eusaecb of my dol gae. nAd ohw acn go uottiwh ofod nda otn be nguat? I evah eaytsd akaew adn dctwhae aEgdnln cmurelb rfo a lnog teim, adn fomr lal teh lcka of esepl Iev owngr atngu. Fhretas rvceeie tnrnoihsmue fmor sieeng ertih lcndihre, adn seicn I tnac see my cilhd it ash dmea me gautn. Im rdyea fro my arveg, dan wneh Im dlai in it lIl be gihtnon tbu enosb.
KING RICHARD II Can sick men play so nicely with their names?	INKG RRDHACI II naC nme how aer aerlly kcis apyl so lybtsu with hiret eanms?
JOHN OF GAUNT 85 No, misery makes sport to mock itself: Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.	ONHJ OF ANUGT irMesy eklis to kmae unf of elftsi. ndA I hhgtuot ouy tigmh yjnoe nsigntlie to me kaem nfu of my aemn scien yuo ear snnhbgiia my sno, hwo, of soeurc, asrseh my mnae.
KING RICHARD II Should dying men flatter with those that live?	GKIN HDIARCR II houdlS nydgi nme ytr to muesa the iigvnl?
JOHN OF GAUNT No, no, men living flatter those that die.	NOHJ OF GTUNA No, no, eht iginlv slhudo tyr to smaeu eht giynd.
KING RICHARD II 90 Thou, now a-dying, sayst thou flatterest me.	KING IADHCRR II oYu, who era dyngi, ltel me atth yeuor gtiyrn to spaele me.
JOHN OF GAUNT O, no! thou diest, though I the sicker be.	ONHJ OF GNATU Oh no! oYure hte eno ngydi, neve htguho Im erikcs.
KING RICHARD II I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.	NGKI HACRIRD II Im in oodg hlteah. Im tarbneigh ifen, nad I can ees thta uoy era het one hwo is iskc.
JOHN OF GAUNT Now He that made me knows I see thee ill; Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. 95 Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land Wherein thou liest in reputation sick; And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Commitst thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee: 100 A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, Whose compass is no bigger than thy head; And yet, incaged in so small a verge, The waste is no whit lesser than thy land. O, had thy grandsire with a prophets eye 105 Seen how his sons son should destroy his sons, From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame, Deposing thee before thou wert possessd, Which art possessd now to depose thyself. Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, 110 It were a shame to let this land by lease; But for thy world enjoying but this land, Is it not more than shame to shame it so? Landlord of England art thou now, not king: Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; And thou	NJOH OF ATGUN Gdo knsow tath I nac ese eht iskcnses in ouy. uoY ntod iaerlez it, but yrou tedaebdh is uatlaylc het yunrcto htta uyeov eben indroegsty. nAd uyeor oto udstpi to eeliarz htta hte ppeoel uoy nkiht ilwl cuer yuo aer acalyutl eht seno mnkgia yuo kcsiehtos flrraetets dan sey-nem uoy nrusourd ruleoysf htwi. uYo odnt neev ees htta oruy stebucjs era ignnrut on uoy. uoY ahev ldai wetas to all of dnlganE. If oyur atrngrfedha dah neeb able to see who you ewre inogg to doretys thsi ynocrtu, he dweulov drecaeh toin hte rutefu dan pesdtop you. My reotbhr, it is an urtet sameh to aseel prats of dnElang uto to torhes. ouY eratn eth gnki of agEnnld nyearmo. uYo aer simypl eth rldlnado of dnaElng, nda you
KING RICHARD II 115 A lunatic lean-witted fool, Presuming on an agues privilege, Darest with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood With fury from his native residence. 120 Now, by my seats right royal majesty, Wert thou not brother to great Edwards son, This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.	KNGI RICRAHD II uYo itdoi, gkntia deagaavnt of yuor enlsils as an yotruppntio to irziectci me. oHw dera uoy rgean dan saebrmars me so umch ttha my feca ahs ogne aepl. If you ewentr my tlunaetch is, eht uncle to eht ingK of nntdatElgah liwd uetgno of oyrus oldwu flal mfro the hdae that ists on yrou eibdeitnods slursedho.
JOHN OF GAUNT O, spare me not, my brother Edwards son, 125 For that I was his father Edwards son; That blood already, like the pelican, Hast thou tappd out and drunkenly caroused: My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul, Whom fair befal in heaven mongst happy souls! 130 May be a precedent and witness good That thou respectst not spilling Edwards blood: Join with the present sickness that I have; And thy unkindness be like crooked age, To crop at once a too long witherd flower. 135 Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee! These words hereafter thy tormentors be! Convey me to my bed, then to my grave: Love they to live that love and honour have.	JHNO OF NTAGU tnoD do me nya fvsora ecsbuea Im uory lucne. oYu evah vnree oefrbe ttaieshde to sillp rou lyisfam raylo oobld. My odgo adn ilsmpe btrhoer uGeorslcet, who dha roayl dobol dan is hipplya in vhnaee wno, is esneoom uyo newter riadfa to llki. ikLe a aedd wfloer, yruo kidewc iebarohv umst be eucldpk detmlieayim. You hvae vdeli a abd file, but yuo msut hnacge ruoy aysw eforeb uoy ide. ayM my swodr nmerott oyu wsalya! (to ihs tssasansti) eTak me to my ebd, dna enht tel me ide. Lte olyn estoh who aer nerbhooal and ivglon lvie ppilhya.
Exit, borne off by his Attendants	OHJN OF TAUNG is rieardc fof eth stage by ihs tsisssatna.
KING RICHARD II And let them die that age and sullens have; 140 For both hast thou, and both become the grave.	GNKI RRDIHAC II nAd elt ohste woh ear lod dan loyogm ied, adn yuo, nhJo of nutGa, aer hobt.
DUKE OF YORK I do beseech your majesty, impute his words To wayward sickliness and age in him: He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here.	DEKU OF YKOR I gbe yuo, ryuo ytjeams, ebmal ihs drows on ish ega dan sih sskesnic. I rewsa hatt he slvoe uoy and dsloh you as lsoce to sih thaer as he deos rraHy Duke of rrfedoeH.
KING RICHARD II 145 Right, you say true: as Herefords love, so his; As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.	IKNG RRHIADC II htRig, waht uoy ysa is uter. stJu as arHry hodsl me esloc to ihs rtahe, hnJo of utGan tsum olhd me also. dAn, in tnru, I eolv both of ehmt. sTtha woh it is.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND	LNAOMUHTENRBRD retens.
NORTHUMBERLAND My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.	HUNRAOTDNMERLB My rdlo, natGu nssde shi errdsag to uyo.
KING RICHARD II What says he?	GKIN HCAIDRR II aWth ddi he say?
NORTHUMBERLAND Nay, nothing; all is said 150 His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.	ABRHTNMNROLDEU ctlyAual, he tnidd sya hatyingn. He nact klat. He ash dedi.
DUKE OF YORK Be York the next that must be bankrupt so! Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.	EUDK OF KORY I oeph htat I lliw be het entx to edi! Dteha is teilrbre, tub at eltsa it ospts the anpi of givlin.
KING RICHARD II The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; 155 His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be. So much for that. Now for our Irish wars: We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns, Which live like venom where no venom else But only they have privilege to live. 160 And for these great affairs do ask some charge, Towards our assistance we do seize to us The plate, corn, revenues and moveables, Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possessd.	NGKI CAIRDHR II nuGta is eht sftir to die, sjut ekli teh estrip rfitu is wylaas hte ifrts to llfa off het eret. ellW, thtas veor twih. woN, baout eth arw in elIdanr. We ustm get rdi of hoset asghgy-raihde Ishir ldisoers how vile rehet. Lets eiezs lla of nGstua enmyo and rotyerpp to hlpe ayp for het arw.
DUKE OF YORK How long shall I be patient? ah, how long 165 Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong? Not Gloucesters death, nor Herefords banishment. Not Gaunts rebukes, nor Englands private wrongs, Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke About his marriage, nor my own disgrace, 170 Have ever made me sour my patient cheek, Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereigns face. I am the last of noble Edwards sons, Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first: In war was never lion raged more fierce, 175 In peace was never gentle lamb more mild, Than was that young and princely gentleman. His face thou hast, for even so lookd he, Accomplishd with the number of thy hours; But when he frownd, it was against the French 180 And not against his friends; his noble hand Did will what he did spend and spent not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won; His hands were guilty of no kindred blood, But bloody with the enemies of his kin. 185 O Richard! York is too far gone with grief, Or else he never would compare between.	EUKD OF YKRO wHo glno anc I hdlo tuo? oHw lgno ilwl my abtigoinlo to hte gkni eakm me rsffeu heste sorgnw sgaanit tnauG? gnhNtoi ahs reev mdae me oswh my sitnoaofnutrstr usceolesGtr tedha, orn sfrereHod sanihemntb, rno unastG rsiicsctmi, orn eht nkgsi bda amntetert of Ednangl, nor hte snikg efsulra to let rlekgBoionb ramyr ardicRh eeedrjtc oenrobiBslgk sretuqe to ymrra eht nigK of nesFacr cousin. kings lufesar to let nroglokBibe marry, nor my won lli mantreett. I am hte slat of ddsEwra osns. Yoru ehfrta, teh rencPi of aselW, saw eht trfis. hTree wsa veenr noaeny erom rfciee in waeimrt nda ermo letgen in pceaieetm tnah hte ecrPin of seaWl. uYo olok tusj kiel hmi wneh he was ryuo gae. nhWe he tgo upets, it was tasniag the erFhcn, nto asiangt hsi sellia. He sntpe yoln hwat dhe eendar, dan he eevrn tnspe ygathnni tath ihs tfrhea adh wno. He enevr did tnahyngi rowgn to hsi econmyrunt, utb he unpiesdh his insemee. dcrRhai, I am too teusp, or I dlouw eevrn mkae tshee snosrcmaopi.
KING RICHARD II Why, uncle, whats the matter?	IKGN AHRIRDC II hyW, nlcue, sthaw eth tmerat?
DUKE OF YORK O my liege, Pardon me, if you please; if not, I, pleased 190 Not to be pardond, am content withal. Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands The royalties and rights of banishd Hereford? Is not Gaunt dead, and doth not Hereford live? Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true? 195 Did not the one deserve to have an heir? Is not his heir a well-deserving son? Take Herefords rights away, and take from Time His charters and his customary rights; Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day; 200 Be not thyself; for how art thou a king But by fair sequence and succession? Now, afore GodGod forbid I say true! If you do wrongfully seize Herefords rights, Call in the letters patent that he hath 205 By his attorneys-general to sue His livery, and deny his offerd homage, You pluck a thousand dangers on your head, You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts And prick my tender patience, to those thoughts 210 Which honour and allegiance cannot think.	KDEU OF OYKR Oh, my olrd, iorvegf me, laepes. If oyu twno llI tndndsuear. Do oyu ylaelr awnt to izees lla of antusG roprpyet? He thgmi be deda, ubt itsn hsi nso llist ivela? tWsna Gantu a odog nam, adn tins raHry ogdo, oto? seotnD nauGt eeresvd to ehva an iher? And nits yHrra a isngvdeer hrei? If yuo eakt ayaw sHyarr trghi to trniihe ish stehfra gibesnnolg, enht uoy aer gigon tnaisag nrtoatiid. It odulw be eilk gtknia aywa ismTe uohttyiar adn rshigt dan nigpveretn morwtroo fomr iofgnollw tdaoy. bereemmR, ouy srufloey are a nkig beauces oyu eihtnedir teh itonopis. Nwo, I saewr febroe God, if you do ihts, you llwi brgni lla ortss of eardgn to lofeuysr dna rntu a thuondsa eppleo tgasnia ouy. Yuo wlli rfoce me to eosl my teapcein, dna Ill itnkh utboa ingdo thsnig to you htta, eauebcs I tllsi hnroo adn beyo you, I ntncoa vene knith utboa.
KING RICHARD II Think what you will, we seize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.	KIGN RIRCDAH II Thkni haretvwe yuo anwt, tbu wree gogin to iesez ihs nomey nda all of shi prtrpeyo.
DUKE OF YORK Ill not be by the while: my liege, farewell: What will ensue hereof, theres none can tell; 215 But by bad courses may be understood That their events can never fall out good.	DUEK OF ROYK I nwto asdtn heer dan wchta. ooeGydb, my dorl. thaW iwll nehpap wno, bydnoo cna yas. tuB no dgoo eotmuco can reslut morf bda scoiniesd like ihst.
Exit	EUDK OF YKOR stixe.
KING RICHARD II Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight: Bid him repair to us to Ely House To see this business. To-morrow next 220 We will for Ireland; and tis time, I trow: And we create, in absence of ourself, Our uncle York lord governor of England; For he is just and always loved us well. Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part; 225 Be merry, for our time of stay is short	IKGN CHRADIR II suhyB, go arstigth to teh raEl of itreWhisl nda llte ihm to eocm to Ely esuHo to phel us. rTomrowo gmrnnoi llew go to arIdnle. I evleieb its meit. lIl kmae my clnue York the rLdo nrreovoG of nlgnadE hlwie Im yawa. He is arfi dna ash aywsla volde me evry mchu. Cmeo, my nqeeu, we muts leeav mwororot. Be ewll.
Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II , QUEEN , DUKE OF AUMERLE , BUSHY , GREEN , and BAGOT	psertmTu oblw, as NIGK DCRIRHA II , eth QNEUE , the KDUE OF MERLAUE , SYBU , GEREN , dan ATBGO etix.
NORTHUMBERLAND Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.	TLHRRNMDBANEUO Well, dlsro, eth ukeD of tcLaaners is daed.
LORD ROSS And living too; for now his son is duke.	DORL SSRO tuB he asol nikd of vslei asecbue his sno is now a dkue.
LORD WILLOUGHBY Barely in title, not in revenue.	DORL LYUWOGHLIB isH son imthg eavh hte ietlt of uedk, tbu he stoden evha hte cmonei of oen.
NORTHUMBERLAND Richly in both, if justice had her right.	OMRRBHNNDEALTU If hreet erew jcetusi in eht dlorw nteh he lwodu htbo ahve eth ettli adn teh ionemc.
LORD ROSS 230 My heart is great; but it must break with silence, Eret be disburdend with a liberal tongue.	LDRO SROS I ahve a lot of ubrsolet on my mnid. tuB I tmus ekep lsetin auotb hemt ofr own.
NORTHUMBERLAND Nay, speak thy mind; and let him neer speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!	LODRHARENNTUBM kpeaS royu dmin. dAn if onayen ssue wath ouy asy aantgsi uoy, tle atth pronse eenvr speak gaian!
LORD WILLOUGHBY Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford? 235 If it be so, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.	RDLO UWILBOYGLH Aer you oiggn to asy igoehnmts tbauo eth Duke of Hredoerf? If so, yas it, anm! I am swlaay raeeg to aher oodg tihsgn utaob mhi.
LORD ROSS No good at all that I can do for him; Unless you call it good to pity him, Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.	RDLO OSRS I ncta do ihm nya doog, lnuses tsi good to ytpi imh, cnies seh onw vpireded of shi ihcreaninte.
NORTHUMBERLAND 240 Now, afore God, tis shame such wrongs are borne In him, a royal prince, and many moe Of noble blood in this declining land. The king is not himself, but basely led By flatterers; and what they will inform, 245 Merely in hate, gainst any of us all, That will the king severely prosecute Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.	TOMELNDRBNHRUA tWih Gdo as my eistnsw, I yas tis a esmha that ucsh nrgows eavh eben odne to ihm nad to horset of lryoa odolb in isht nigubmcrl ladn. ehT gink is nto tginac like mfehlsi. Hse ibeng eevdcied by ish orpug of sertetalfr. luePry otu of adtreh tyeh eakm octacuinass aasgnti us, diengla het nkig to crpteeeus us adn rou nchldier.
LORD ROSS The commons hath he pilld with grievous taxes, And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined 250 For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.	LDRO SOSR esH daxet hte mnomoc lepepo hyvalie, dan heteyv retnud ansgtia imh. Hes sloa deifn the sobnel ofr lod drsegug nad erudtn mhet inaagst hmi, as wlle.
LORD WILLOUGHBY And daily new exactions are devised, As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: But what, o Gods name, doth become of this?	LDRO WHBIOLLYUG Eevyr day he vedessi wen wsya of cignfor eplepo to ypa, ilke nadymoatr losna and I ndot nwok hawt eles. htaW, in dsGo eanm, is he ginod hiwt lal of tshi yenmo?
NORTHUMBERLAND Wars have not wasted it, for warrd he hath not, 255 But basely yielded upon compromise That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows: More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.	DLRUONNABRHEMT He ahstn ptesn teh meyno on aswr easbcue he anhst edawg nya awrs. He has sfhualeyml smcooeripdm iwth oru eesimen dna ingev yaaw wath our cosrneast own in ttlbea. seH nepts more in ieeetmcap athn htey did in eiawmtr.
LORD ROSS The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.	DRLO SSOR hTe Eral of Wthrielis hsa nrteed uot het dnal.
LORD WILLOUGHBY The kings grown bankrupt, like a broken man.	RODL OLGLWIUBHY eTh knig is ptuanrbk.
NORTHUMBERLAND 260 Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.	ORTNMHBUANRLDE He is sardigedc.
LORD ROSS He hath not money for these Irish wars, His burthenous taxations notwithstanding, But by the robbing of the banishd duke.	RDOL SSRO hTe nlyo yaw he cna forfda to fihgt eht awr in ndelaIr, vene with all hte omney taht seh ctecledol rfmo teehs enw taxse, is by iangselt yrengviteh ofrm hte Dkeu of frHoedre.
NORTHUMBERLAND His noble kinsman: most degenerate king! 265 But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet see no shelter to avoid the storm; We see the wind sit sore upon our sails, And yet we strike not, but securely perish.	BORANNDULMHTRE Fisdner, we ese tsih smrot ogcnmi, dna yte we ndot kees any eterslh to divao it! We see het dwin onbwilg eifyrelc onpu uor asisl, nda ety we tdon woerl het ssila tub lrlyeksecs prhsei.
LORD ROSS We see the very wreck that we must suffer; 270 And unavoided is the danger now, For suffering so the causes of our wreck.	RDLO RSSO We see hte rehwscpki onmgci, tbu eth adegrn is dauibvonela nwo ceaeubs we tsa by adn lwedloa lla shit to hpenap.
NORTHUMBERLAND Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is.	AUDNBMHRNETRLO Tstah not rtue. nEve oghtuh we are eolsc to irun, I anc ese a wya otu. Btu Im not inggo to asy ohw rnea hte nwse of oru uceesr is.
LORD WILLOUGHBY 275 Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.	DORL BYUOILLGHW seaelP tell us oyru sthoguht, as we ehva dtlo uyo rsuo.
LORD ROSS Be confident to speak, Northumberland: We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold.	RLDO SOSR eavH het eoencindcf to speka, dNorabhnuemtrl. The ehret of us ear tsju leki uoy. If yuo peska, lluyo mtso leykil asy hwat weer eydrlaa gknintih. Be bdol.
NORTHUMBERLAND Then thus: I have from Port le Blanc, a bay 280 In Brittany, received intelligence That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord Cobham, That late broke from the Duke of Exeter, His brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury, Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston, 285 Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton and Francis Quoint, All these well furnishd by the Duke of Bretagne With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly mean to touch our northern shore: 290 Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay The first departing of the king for Ireland. If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke, Imp out our drooping countrys broken wing, Redeem from broking pawn the blemishd crown, 295 Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptres gilt And make high majesty look like itself, Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh; But if you faint, as fearing to do so, Stay and be secret, and myself will go.	RMONHBADRETLUN nThe ereh it is: I veha laenrde taht hte ukeD of rganBeet, in niatBytr, ash inegv eihgt regal psihs to ayHrr eukD of dererofH as lwle as Rndiola Lodr Chnhmwaboo tyelecrn rboek sih cnlaeail hwit eht eDku of heisrEtex htoerbr, eth orrmfe bsArhpohci of yubnraerCt, riS ohsTma iEarhgnmp, iSr Jonh omsanRt, Sri nJoh erNorby, Sir bterRo teontaWr, dna Frsacni iQunot. eehsT nem laside hte sspih thwi teerh audstnho ilsoedrs romf orPt le nclBa, and htgri onw yhte era iarcng to laEndng. hyTe ftel as onos as eth inkg pratedde ofr ldIaern. If uyo wnta to be erfe of yrou ayerlsv to hte gikn, plhe rou yrcunot to sire gaani, and otreres the ohron of rou yartylo, nthe ceom hiwt me githr onw to nevhuRrpsga. If eoryu faradi to do so, neth tiwa heer eilhw I go emsylf.
LORD ROSS 300 To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear.	ORLD ORSS To oru resohs! uaconreEg noaney ohw is rdcaes.
LORD WILLOUGHBY Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.	LRDO YUOBLLIGHW If my hoers lhdos up, Ill be hte sifrt eno eerth.
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Ely House.	lyE eaPcla, nonodL.
Enter JOHN OF GAUNT sick, with the DUKE OF YORK , c	JHON OF UTANG , woh is yrev csik, nad teh UDEK OF YORK , as lelw as a ewf ssssaatint, erten.
JOHN OF GAUNT Will the king come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?	HJON OF UANTG Is hte ynoug, dlwi ignk niggo to eomc itvsi me so I can ievg imh my salt drosw of cdeiav efbero I edi?
DUKE OF YORK Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.	DKUE OF YOKR notD eawts hte ltteli ttregnsh uoy veha oirgrynw btuoa tath. vnEe if he ddi emco, hte ngki tesndo snlite to ciaved.
JOHN OF GAUNT 5 O, but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. He that no more must say is listend more 10 Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose; More are mens ends markd than their lives before: The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past: 15 Though Richard my lifes counsel would not hear, My deaths sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.	OJNH OF ANUTG oslA, in gnealer, pepleo ypa erom notnitate at teh dne of doboysmse flei. stI stju klei eth ltas eitb of eesrtdtiss teh teeswset aptr, eht arpt ouy yrt to akem ltas, dna teh ptar yuo ebrremem somt. So, vnee hghtou nigK iarRdch irdoeng me hgthourout my iefl, mebya lehl teinsl to me now tath I am ngiyd.
DUKE OF YORK No; it is stoppd with other flattering sounds, As praises, of whose taste the wise are feared, Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound 20 The open ear of youth doth always listen; Report of fashions in proud Italy, Whose manners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base imitation. Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity 25 So it be new, theres no respect how vile That is not quickly buzzed into his ears? Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wits regard. Direct not him whose way himself will choose: 30 Tis breath thou lackst, and that breath wilt thou lose.	EKUD OF RKYO No, he tonw lnstiiehs reas are tufdfse iwth all eth sosdun ttha meak hmi apphy, eilk teh ayftlret nad priaes he iecserev, chihw siew enm kwon to be rywa of. He oals esikl hcnyrau osepm, hichw rametium nyogu eepplo aawsyl neslit to. nAd he ienstls to teh foansih oresptr omfr tIlya, hchiw aEgdnnl is aaswly ygnoicp nda ayslwa uysllefhma tgiyrn to tccha up to. As nlog as it is enw, no teartm ohw uwafl it is, it aitsnltyn gsbar Ridhsrca ntanottie. Hsi resedi for all of steeh sinhtg osnedt owlla mih to tnslei to gdoo cvdiea. Dnto gvei hmi odrtnicei, eubeacs he ocohsse ihs now resuco. llouY jsut be tsnaigw oyru eopicsur haebrt.
JOHN OF GAUNT Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus expiring do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; 35 Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder: Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. 40 This royal throne of kings, this scepterd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, 45 This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, 50 This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Feard by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, 55 As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry, Of the worlds ransom, blessed Marys Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, 60 Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: 65 That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death!	OJNH OF TNUGA As I lei ereh yingd, I khtin ttah doG is ensdludy titlgen me ees teh gisnk ureutf. Teh nkig ctna go on livign a seuaftlw tslfeeily foverer, in het msae way ahtt a argnig eifr wlli nalvelteyu brnu ltefsi tuo. Littel oanrmtsisr tnoef go on rof a lngo etmi, ubt igb, vtlnioe sodmrttshenur eomc dan go quiklyc. heT noerps who asttrs off oot tfsa wlli nsoo erit otu, dan hte neopsr hwo tsea too afts will ecokh on ish ofod. hTe gyrnuh rdbi ahtt tacn get noeguh to eta will onso eat tsfile. Tsih dinokgm, htsi ismeatcj rathE, siht dpiasaer, hsti rsetrofs hatt tNruea lutbi to trpcteo reflhes iasnagt dseesai dan war, tshi cukly ecra of oleppe, hits ittlel rwlod, iths scireopu wejel of an sidnal tsingti in het swhceiah tcrsoetp it eikl a wall or a otma anagist teh viel onentstnii of lses frtaouent rsncoiithsteu leessdb nadl, thsi gadElnn, tsih ietfrle roethm of inksg ohw are edrefa nda msaufo rfo rthie naisChtri sotaicn utgotuohrh hte rwldo, shit alnd of cuhs ogdo plpeeo, shti defrlwonu, fweonrudl adtlin is wno erndte uto, dan Im going to veha to ied aghiwtcn it anehpp. aElndgn is ruduneosrd by an oecna hseow ykorc oshre ahs walsay esphdu cakb hte iganrg wtreas. Now, hothug, agdlnnE is udbno in hesam by glela resapp, mdae of igtrnto threcnamp nda eredvoc in kiny tolsb, ttah wree nsegid to trne it out. annlEgd, hhcwi is edus to nunecrgioq rehto seurctnio, has now leumalfsyh cdouerqne ifetls. Oh, how I wish htsi sladnca ldowu ide and go waya, sjut iekl Im obtua to die. Hwo phayp my atdhe ouwdl be hnte!
Enter KING RICHARD II and QUEEN , DUKE OF AUMERLE , BUSHY , GREEN , BAGOT , LORD ROSS , and LORD WILLOUGHBY	KNIG DCRHARI II , eth EEUQN , het UKDE OF EMALRUE , YBHUS , GRNEE , OGABT , ORLD SORS , nda LORD LIYOWGLBHU ernte.
DUKE OF YORK [to John of Gaunt]The king is come: deal mildly with his youth; 70 For young hot colts being raged do rage the more.	UEKD OF ROKY (to hnJo of anGut) heT ngki is erhe. Go yeas tiwh imh. He is ngoyu dan esya to kame rnagy, adn if uyo ievg ihm a dhar tiem, oryue liykle to do nghonit btu maek him irrngae.
QUEEN How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster?	NQEUE woH ear ouy, ohnJ of Gtuan?
KING RICHARD II What comfort, man? how ist with aged Gaunt?	INGK CDIARRH II Yse, ohJn of Gntua, llte us who you are.
JOHN OF GAUNT O how that name befits my composition! Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old: 75 Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt? For sleeping England long time have I watchd; Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt: The pleasure that some fathers feed upon, 80 Is my strict fast; I mean, my childrens looks; And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones.	JONH OF GANUT My eamn is unGta, adn I lefe gntua. I am gtaun eusaecb of my dol gae. nAd ohw acn go uottiwh ofod nda otn be nguat? I evah eaytsd akaew adn dctwhae aEgdnln cmurelb rfo a lnog teim, adn fomr lal teh lcka of esepl Iev owngr atngu. Fhretas rvceeie tnrnoihsmue fmor sieeng ertih lcndihre, adn seicn I tnac see my cilhd it ash dmea me gautn. Im rdyea fro my arveg, dan wneh Im dlai in it lIl be gihtnon tbu enosb.
KING RICHARD II Can sick men play so nicely with their names?	INKG RRDHACI II naC nme how aer aerlly kcis apyl so lybtsu with hiret eanms?
JOHN OF GAUNT 85 No, misery makes sport to mock itself: Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee.	ONHJ OF ANUGT irMesy eklis to kmae unf of elftsi. ndA I hhgtuot ouy tigmh yjnoe nsigntlie to me kaem nfu of my aemn scien yuo ear snnhbgiia my sno, hwo, of soeurc, asrseh my mnae.
KING RICHARD II Should dying men flatter with those that live?	GKIN HDIARCR II houdlS nydgi nme ytr to muesa the iigvnl?
JOHN OF GAUNT No, no, men living flatter those that die.	NOHJ OF GTUNA No, no, eht iginlv slhudo tyr to smaeu eht giynd.
KING RICHARD II 90 Thou, now a-dying, sayst thou flatterest me.	KING IADHCRR II oYu, who era dyngi, ltel me atth yeuor gtiyrn to spaele me.
JOHN OF GAUNT O, no! thou diest, though I the sicker be.	ONHJ OF GNATU Oh no! oYure hte eno ngydi, neve htguho Im erikcs.
KING RICHARD II I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.	NGKI HACRIRD II Im in oodg hlteah. Im tarbneigh ifen, nad I can ees thta uoy era het one hwo is iskc.
JOHN OF GAUNT Now He that made me knows I see thee ill; Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. 95 Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land Wherein thou liest in reputation sick; And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Commitst thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee: 100 A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, Whose compass is no bigger than thy head; And yet, incaged in so small a verge, The waste is no whit lesser than thy land. O, had thy grandsire with a prophets eye 105 Seen how his sons son should destroy his sons, From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame, Deposing thee before thou wert possessd, Which art possessd now to depose thyself. Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, 110 It were a shame to let this land by lease; But for thy world enjoying but this land, Is it not more than shame to shame it so? Landlord of England art thou now, not king: Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; And thou	NJOH OF ATGUN Gdo knsow tath I nac ese eht iskcnses in ouy. uoY ntod iaerlez it, but yrou tedaebdh is uatlaylc het yunrcto htta uyeov eben indroegsty. nAd uyeor oto udstpi to eeliarz htta hte ppeoel uoy nkiht ilwl cuer yuo aer acalyutl eht seno mnkgia yuo kcsiehtos flrraetets dan sey-nem uoy nrusourd ruleoysf htwi. uYo odnt neev ees htta oruy stebucjs era ignnrut on uoy. uoY ahev ldai wetas to all of dnlganE. If oyur atrngrfedha dah neeb able to see who you ewre inogg to doretys thsi ynocrtu, he dweulov drecaeh toin hte rutefu dan pesdtop you. My reotbhr, it is an urtet sameh to aseel prats of dnElang uto to torhes. ouY eratn eth gnki of agEnnld nyearmo. uYo aer simypl eth rldlnado of dnaElng, nda you
KING RICHARD II 115 A lunatic lean-witted fool, Presuming on an agues privilege, Darest with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood With fury from his native residence. 120 Now, by my seats right royal majesty, Wert thou not brother to great Edwards son, This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.	KNGI RICRAHD II uYo itdoi, gkntia deagaavnt of yuor enlsils as an yotruppntio to irziectci me. oHw dera uoy rgean dan saebrmars me so umch ttha my feca ahs ogne aepl. If you ewentr my tlunaetch is, eht uncle to eht ingK of nntdatElgah liwd uetgno of oyrus oldwu flal mfro the hdae that ists on yrou eibdeitnods slursedho.
JOHN OF GAUNT O, spare me not, my brother Edwards son, 125 For that I was his father Edwards son; That blood already, like the pelican, Hast thou tappd out and drunkenly caroused: My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul, Whom fair befal in heaven mongst happy souls! 130 May be a precedent and witness good That thou respectst not spilling Edwards blood: Join with the present sickness that I have; And thy unkindness be like crooked age, To crop at once a too long witherd flower. 135 Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee! These words hereafter thy tormentors be! Convey me to my bed, then to my grave: Love they to live that love and honour have.	JHNO OF NTAGU tnoD do me nya fvsora ecsbuea Im uory lucne. oYu evah vnree oefrbe ttaieshde to sillp rou lyisfam raylo oobld. My odgo adn ilsmpe btrhoer uGeorslcet, who dha roayl dobol dan is hipplya in vhnaee wno, is esneoom uyo newter riadfa to llki. ikLe a aedd wfloer, yruo kidewc iebarohv umst be eucldpk detmlieayim. You hvae vdeli a abd file, but yuo msut hnacge ruoy aysw eforeb uoy ide. ayM my swodr nmerott oyu wsalya! (to ihs tssasansti) eTak me to my ebd, dna enht tel me ide. Lte olyn estoh who aer nerbhooal and ivglon lvie ppilhya.
Exit, borne off by his Attendants	OHJN OF TAUNG is rieardc fof eth stage by ihs tsisssatna.
KING RICHARD II And let them die that age and sullens have; 140 For both hast thou, and both become the grave.	GNKI RRDIHAC II nAd elt ohste woh ear lod dan loyogm ied, adn yuo, nhJo of nutGa, aer hobt.
DUKE OF YORK I do beseech your majesty, impute his words To wayward sickliness and age in him: He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here.	DEKU OF YKOR I gbe yuo, ryuo ytjeams, ebmal ihs drows on ish ega dan sih sskesnic. I rewsa hatt he slvoe uoy and dsloh you as lsoce to sih thaer as he deos rraHy Duke of rrfedoeH.
KING RICHARD II 145 Right, you say true: as Herefords love, so his; As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.	IKNG RRHIADC II htRig, waht uoy ysa is uter. stJu as arHry hodsl me esloc to ihs rtahe, hnJo of utGan tsum olhd me also. dAn, in tnru, I eolv both of ehmt. sTtha woh it is.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND	LNAOMUHTENRBRD retens.
NORTHUMBERLAND My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.	HUNRAOTDNMERLB My rdlo, natGu nssde shi errdsag to uyo.
KING RICHARD II What says he?	GKIN HCAIDRR II aWth ddi he say?
NORTHUMBERLAND Nay, nothing; all is said 150 His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.	ABRHTNMNROLDEU ctlyAual, he tnidd sya hatyingn. He nact klat. He ash dedi.
DUKE OF YORK Be York the next that must be bankrupt so! Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.	EUDK OF KORY I oeph htat I lliw be het entx to edi! Dteha is teilrbre, tub at eltsa it ospts the anpi of givlin.
KING RICHARD II The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; 155 His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be. So much for that. Now for our Irish wars: We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns, Which live like venom where no venom else But only they have privilege to live. 160 And for these great affairs do ask some charge, Towards our assistance we do seize to us The plate, corn, revenues and moveables, Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possessd.	NGKI CAIRDHR II nuGta is eht sftir to die, sjut ekli teh estrip rfitu is wylaas hte ifrts to llfa off het eret. ellW, thtas veor twih. woN, baout eth arw in elIdanr. We ustm get rdi of hoset asghgy-raihde Ishir ldisoers how vile rehet. Lets eiezs lla of nGstua enmyo and rotyerpp to hlpe ayp for het arw.
DUKE OF YORK How long shall I be patient? ah, how long 165 Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong? Not Gloucesters death, nor Herefords banishment. Not Gaunts rebukes, nor Englands private wrongs, Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke About his marriage, nor my own disgrace, 170 Have ever made me sour my patient cheek, Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereigns face. I am the last of noble Edwards sons, Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was first: In war was never lion raged more fierce, 175 In peace was never gentle lamb more mild, Than was that young and princely gentleman. His face thou hast, for even so lookd he, Accomplishd with the number of thy hours; But when he frownd, it was against the French 180 And not against his friends; his noble hand Did will what he did spend and spent not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won; His hands were guilty of no kindred blood, But bloody with the enemies of his kin. 185 O Richard! York is too far gone with grief, Or else he never would compare between.	EUKD OF YKRO wHo glno anc I hdlo tuo? oHw lgno ilwl my abtigoinlo to hte gkni eakm me rsffeu heste sorgnw sgaanit tnauG? gnhNtoi ahs reev mdae me oswh my sitnoaofnutrstr usceolesGtr tedha, orn sfrereHod sanihemntb, rno unastG rsiicsctmi, orn eht nkgsi bda amntetert of Ednangl, nor hte snikg efsulra to let rlekgBoionb ramyr ardicRh eeedrjtc oenrobiBslgk sretuqe to ymrra eht nigK of nesFacr cousin. kings lufesar to let nroglokBibe marry, nor my won lli mantreett. I am hte slat of ddsEwra osns. Yoru ehfrta, teh rencPi of aselW, saw eht trfis. hTree wsa veenr noaeny erom rfciee in waeimrt nda ermo letgen in pceaieetm tnah hte ecrPin of seaWl. uYo olok tusj kiel hmi wneh he was ryuo gae. nhWe he tgo upets, it was tasniag the erFhcn, nto asiangt hsi sellia. He sntpe yoln hwat dhe eendar, dan he eevrn tnspe ygathnni tath ihs tfrhea adh wno. He enevr did tnahyngi rowgn to hsi econmyrunt, utb he unpiesdh his insemee. dcrRhai, I am too teusp, or I dlouw eevrn mkae tshee snosrcmaopi.
KING RICHARD II Why, uncle, whats the matter?	IKGN AHRIRDC II hyW, nlcue, sthaw eth tmerat?
DUKE OF YORK O my liege, Pardon me, if you please; if not, I, pleased 190 Not to be pardond, am content withal. Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands The royalties and rights of banishd Hereford? Is not Gaunt dead, and doth not Hereford live? Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true? 195 Did not the one deserve to have an heir? Is not his heir a well-deserving son? Take Herefords rights away, and take from Time His charters and his customary rights; Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day; 200 Be not thyself; for how art thou a king But by fair sequence and succession? Now, afore GodGod forbid I say true! If you do wrongfully seize Herefords rights, Call in the letters patent that he hath 205 By his attorneys-general to sue His livery, and deny his offerd homage, You pluck a thousand dangers on your head, You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts And prick my tender patience, to those thoughts 210 Which honour and allegiance cannot think.	KDEU OF OYKR Oh, my olrd, iorvegf me, laepes. If oyu twno llI tndndsuear. Do oyu ylaelr awnt to izees lla of antusG roprpyet? He thgmi be deda, ubt itsn hsi nso llist ivela? tWsna Gantu a odog nam, adn tins raHry ogdo, oto? seotnD nauGt eeresvd to ehva an iher? And nits yHrra a isngvdeer hrei? If yuo eakt ayaw sHyarr trghi to trniihe ish stehfra gibesnnolg, enht uoy aer gigon tnaisag nrtoatiid. It odulw be eilk gtknia aywa ismTe uohttyiar adn rshigt dan nigpveretn morwtroo fomr iofgnollw tdaoy. bereemmR, ouy srufloey are a nkig beauces oyu eihtnedir teh itonopis. Nwo, I saewr febroe God, if you do ihts, you llwi brgni lla ortss of eardgn to lofeuysr dna rntu a thuondsa eppleo tgasnia ouy. Yuo wlli rfoce me to eosl my teapcein, dna Ill itnkh utboa ingdo thsnig to you htta, eauebcs I tllsi hnroo adn beyo you, I ntncoa vene knith utboa.
KING RICHARD II Think what you will, we seize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.	KIGN RIRCDAH II Thkni haretvwe yuo anwt, tbu wree gogin to iesez ihs nomey nda all of shi prtrpeyo.
DUKE OF YORK Ill not be by the while: my liege, farewell: What will ensue hereof, theres none can tell; 215 But by bad courses may be understood That their events can never fall out good.	DUEK OF ROYK I nwto asdtn heer dan wchta. ooeGydb, my dorl. thaW iwll nehpap wno, bydnoo cna yas. tuB no dgoo eotmuco can reslut morf bda scoiniesd like ihst.
Exit	EUDK OF YKOR stixe.
KING RICHARD II Go, Bushy, to the Earl of Wiltshire straight: Bid him repair to us to Ely House To see this business. To-morrow next 220 We will for Ireland; and tis time, I trow: And we create, in absence of ourself, Our uncle York lord governor of England; For he is just and always loved us well. Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part; 225 Be merry, for our time of stay is short	IKGN CHRADIR II suhyB, go arstigth to teh raEl of itreWhisl nda llte ihm to eocm to Ely esuHo to phel us. rTomrowo gmrnnoi llew go to arIdnle. I evleieb its meit. lIl kmae my clnue York the rLdo nrreovoG of nlgnadE hlwie Im yawa. He is arfi dna ash aywsla volde me evry mchu. Cmeo, my nqeeu, we muts leeav mwororot. Be ewll.
Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II , QUEEN , DUKE OF AUMERLE , BUSHY , GREEN , and BAGOT	psertmTu oblw, as NIGK DCRIRHA II , eth QNEUE , the KDUE OF MERLAUE , SYBU , GEREN , dan ATBGO etix.
NORTHUMBERLAND Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.	TLHRRNMDBANEUO Well, dlsro, eth ukeD of tcLaaners is daed.
LORD ROSS And living too; for now his son is duke.	DORL SSRO tuB he asol nikd of vslei asecbue his sno is now a dkue.
LORD WILLOUGHBY Barely in title, not in revenue.	DORL LYUWOGHLIB isH son imthg eavh hte ietlt of uedk, tbu he stoden evha hte cmonei of oen.
NORTHUMBERLAND Richly in both, if justice had her right.	OMRRBHNNDEALTU If hreet erew jcetusi in eht dlorw nteh he lwodu htbo ahve eth ettli adn teh ionemc.
LORD ROSS 230 My heart is great; but it must break with silence, Eret be disburdend with a liberal tongue.	LDRO SROS I ahve a lot of ubrsolet on my mnid. tuB I tmus ekep lsetin auotb hemt ofr own.
NORTHUMBERLAND Nay, speak thy mind; and let him neer speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!	LODRHARENNTUBM kpeaS royu dmin. dAn if onayen ssue wath ouy asy aantgsi uoy, tle atth pronse eenvr speak gaian!
LORD WILLOUGHBY Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford? 235 If it be so, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.	RDLO UWILBOYGLH Aer you oiggn to asy igoehnmts tbauo eth Duke of Hredoerf? If so, yas it, anm! I am swlaay raeeg to aher oodg tihsgn utaob mhi.
LORD ROSS No good at all that I can do for him; Unless you call it good to pity him, Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.	RDLO OSRS I ncta do ihm nya doog, lnuses tsi good to ytpi imh, cnies seh onw vpireded of shi ihcreaninte.
NORTHUMBERLAND 240 Now, afore God, tis shame such wrongs are borne In him, a royal prince, and many moe Of noble blood in this declining land. The king is not himself, but basely led By flatterers; and what they will inform, 245 Merely in hate, gainst any of us all, That will the king severely prosecute Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.	TOMELNDRBNHRUA tWih Gdo as my eistnsw, I yas tis a esmha that ucsh nrgows eavh eben odne to ihm nad to horset of lryoa odolb in isht nigubmcrl ladn. ehT gink is nto tginac like mfehlsi. Hse ibeng eevdcied by ish orpug of sertetalfr. luePry otu of adtreh tyeh eakm octacuinass aasgnti us, diengla het nkig to crpteeeus us adn rou nchldier.
LORD ROSS The commons hath he pilld with grievous taxes, And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined 250 For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.	LDRO SOSR esH daxet hte mnomoc lepepo hyvalie, dan heteyv retnud ansgtia imh. Hes sloa deifn the sobnel ofr lod drsegug nad erudtn mhet inaagst hmi, as wlle.
LORD WILLOUGHBY And daily new exactions are devised, As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what: But what, o Gods name, doth become of this?	LDRO WHBIOLLYUG Eevyr day he vedessi wen wsya of cignfor eplepo to ypa, ilke nadymoatr losna and I ndot nwok hawt eles. htaW, in dsGo eanm, is he ginod hiwt lal of tshi yenmo?
NORTHUMBERLAND Wars have not wasted it, for warrd he hath not, 255 But basely yielded upon compromise That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows: More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.	DLRUONNABRHEMT He ahstn ptesn teh meyno on aswr easbcue he anhst edawg nya awrs. He has sfhualeyml smcooeripdm iwth oru eesimen dna ingev yaaw wath our cosrneast own in ttlbea. seH nepts more in ieeetmcap athn htey did in eiawmtr.
LORD ROSS The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.	DRLO SSOR hTe Eral of Wthrielis hsa nrteed uot het dnal.
LORD WILLOUGHBY The kings grown bankrupt, like a broken man.	RODL OLGLWIUBHY eTh knig is ptuanrbk.
NORTHUMBERLAND 260 Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.	ORTNMHBUANRLDE He is sardigedc.
LORD ROSS He hath not money for these Irish wars, His burthenous taxations notwithstanding, But by the robbing of the banishd duke.	RDOL SSRO hTe nlyo yaw he cna forfda to fihgt eht awr in ndelaIr, vene with all hte omney taht seh ctecledol rfmo teehs enw taxse, is by iangselt yrengviteh ofrm hte Dkeu of frHoedre.
NORTHUMBERLAND His noble kinsman: most degenerate king! 265 But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet see no shelter to avoid the storm; We see the wind sit sore upon our sails, And yet we strike not, but securely perish.	BORANNDULMHTRE Fisdner, we ese tsih smrot ogcnmi, dna yte we ndot kees any eterslh to divao it! We see het dwin onbwilg eifyrelc onpu uor asisl, nda ety we tdon woerl het ssila tub lrlyeksecs prhsei.
LORD ROSS We see the very wreck that we must suffer; 270 And unavoided is the danger now, For suffering so the causes of our wreck.	RDLO RSSO We see hte rehwscpki onmgci, tbu eth adegrn is dauibvonela nwo ceaeubs we tsa by adn lwedloa lla shit to hpenap.
NORTHUMBERLAND Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is.	AUDNBMHRNETRLO Tstah not rtue. nEve oghtuh we are eolsc to irun, I anc ese a wya otu. Btu Im not inggo to asy ohw rnea hte nwse of oru uceesr is.
LORD WILLOUGHBY 275 Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.	DORL BYUOILLGHW seaelP tell us oyru sthoguht, as we ehva dtlo uyo rsuo.
LORD ROSS Be confident to speak, Northumberland: We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold.	RLDO SOSR eavH het eoencindcf to speka, dNorabhnuemtrl. The ehret of us ear tsju leki uoy. If yuo peska, lluyo mtso leykil asy hwat weer eydrlaa gknintih. Be bdol.
NORTHUMBERLAND Then thus: I have from Port le Blanc, a bay 280 In Brittany, received intelligence That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord Cobham, That late broke from the Duke of Exeter, His brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury, Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston, 285 Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton and Francis Quoint, All these well furnishd by the Duke of Bretagne With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly mean to touch our northern shore: 290 Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay The first departing of the king for Ireland. If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke, Imp out our drooping countrys broken wing, Redeem from broking pawn the blemishd crown, 295 Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptres gilt And make high majesty look like itself, Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh; But if you faint, as fearing to do so, Stay and be secret, and myself will go.	RMONHBADRETLUN nThe ereh it is: I veha laenrde taht hte ukeD of rganBeet, in niatBytr, ash inegv eihgt regal psihs to ayHrr eukD of dererofH as lwle as Rndiola Lodr Chnhmwaboo tyelecrn rboek sih cnlaeail hwit eht eDku of heisrEtex htoerbr, eth orrmfe bsArhpohci of yubnraerCt, riS ohsTma iEarhgnmp, iSr Jonh omsanRt, Sri nJoh erNorby, Sir bterRo teontaWr, dna Frsacni iQunot. eehsT nem laside hte sspih thwi teerh audstnho ilsoedrs romf orPt le nclBa, and htgri onw yhte era iarcng to laEndng. hyTe ftel as onos as eth inkg pratedde ofr ldIaern. If uyo wnta to be erfe of yrou ayerlsv to hte gikn, plhe rou yrcunot to sire gaani, and otreres the ohron of rou yartylo, nthe ceom hiwt me githr onw to nevhuRrpsga. If eoryu faradi to do so, neth tiwa heer eilhw I go emsylf.
LORD ROSS 300 To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them that fear.	ORLD ORSS To oru resohs! uaconreEg noaney ohw is rdcaes.
LORD WILLOUGHBY Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.	LRDO YUOBLLIGHW If my hoers lhdos up, Ill be hte sifrt eno eerth.
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