No Fear Shakespeare: Richard II: Act 3 Scene 2

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The coast of Wales. A castle in view.	eTh caost of laWes. A sacelt is in wiev.
Drums; flourish and colours.	usmrD rea ayepld. erTmsutp blwo. Mtailriy lsfag ear acdrrei esgoant.
Enter KING RICHARD II , the BISHOP OF CARLISLE , DUKE OF AUMERLE , and Soldiers	KIGN IAHCDRR II , eth OPHIBS OF SACLIELR , het EUDK OF ULREAME , dna emso doesirls nrtee.
KING RICHARD II Barkloughly castle call they this at hand?	IGKN CDAIHRR II Do they alcl tish clatse uglkhylraBo eacstl?
DUKE OF AUMERLE Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air, After your late tossing on the breaking seas?	EKDU OF ERAULME sYe, my ordl. woH do you keil it hree, rftae evoyu neeb snsgito tuoba on the enop ssae?
KING RICHARD II Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy 5 To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses hoofs: As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, 10 So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favours with my royal hands. Feed not thy sovereigns foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense; But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, 15 And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way, Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet Which with usurping steps do trample thee: Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies; And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, 20 Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereigns enemies. Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: This earth shall have a feeling and these stones 25 Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellions arms.	GIKN RIAHDRC II Of ocrues I eilk it rhee. iangntSd rehe on my ndomkgi gniaa kemsa me ryc ihtw oyj. aDer trhea, I usalte uyo, vene hougth nsturngsie aer igudownn you by ndiirg irteh erossh revo uyo. ekLi a tromhe hwo hsa eenb yawa rfom her ilcdh ofr a logn mtei, I cyr nda ilmes dna etreg yuo. aesleP, nelgte etarh, vperdoi no ienutrhosnm or htseerl ofr my neesime. eadIsnt, lte uyro emvsouon ipedsrs nad uroy adost tge in rtehi awy. tuP gigtinsn lntsete A nlpta whit gdjage eselav erdcveo hwit asihr atth sting. nettles in etrhi phat. nAd ewnh tyeh cpki a flrwoe frmo eth oungrd, lte a oopuosisn seakn etbi dna likl mteh. Lsrod, tond akme fnu of me for nskgia shti. The ather lliw hvea inlgefes, adn htees ssento lliw turn tnio damre slerodis, breoef I, Eldsgnan mtiegltaei gikn, let etehs teblreir rebsel efetad us.
BISHOP OF CARLISLE Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king Hath power to keep you king in spite of all. The means that heaven yields must be embraced, 30 And not neglected; else, if heaven would, And we will not, heavens offer we refuse, The profferd means of succor and redress.	PSIBOH OF LAEISRLC tonD yrwro, my drlo, eht epwro ttha emda uoy gnki is the emsa rpoew ttha will ekep yuo nigk in tespi of all htese roustble. We mstu ecbmare the tsotonppireui ahtt Gdo vsige us and otn neetgcl etmh. whreitOes, eewr tregcnjie boht sdoG rcpntotoei mfro tehse sebprlom as lwle as ish onsultio orf ethm.
DUKE OF AUMERLE He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, 35 Grows strong and great in substance and in power.	UKDE OF UMRALEE haWt he enasm, my lodr, is thta rwee neigb tlneulfegc esbceua of icfnrenedocvoe, weilh ogobkBeriln is giorgnw srontreg.
KING RICHARD II Discomfortable cousin! knowst thou not That when the searching eye of heaven is hid, Behind the globe, that lights the lower world, Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen 40 In murders and in outrage, boldly here; But when from under this terrestrial ball He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines And darts his light through every guilty hole, Then murders, treasons and detested sins, 45 The cloak of night being pluckd from off their backs, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves? So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, Who all this while hath revelld in the night Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes, 50 Shall see us rising in our throne, the east, His treasons will sit blushing in his face, Not able to endure the sight of day, But self-affrighted tremble at his sin. Not all the water in the rough rude sea 55 Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord: For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressd To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, 60 God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right.	KGIN CHRIARD II You era so asnggcdiiuor, scoinu! noDt uoy nwko taht at enihmgitt, wneh teh uns ash est, vhesite roma eht thrae enesnu, lodlyb icnmttoimg dumrer dan etrho isrecm? uBt hwne eht sun mscoe up dan htsgli eth sottrpee dan eryve krda ehol, hetn thoes smea imsnracil dntas mnteblrgi hiwt no awy to hdei. So ehwn isth iefth, tshi atorrti orkbgiloenB, owh hsa bnee ignicomttm lal hstee scierm duigrn eht nhiittgem, ssee us nigocm up hwti eth sun, lhle be dsamhae nda wlli betemlr at eth iglht of ayd. llA eth twera in an ocaen actn wash yawa a ignks hrtig to het onreht. rMee lsrtmao cnat egt ird of oemneso woh sah neeb otndieapp by Gdo. For yerev sodlire eogniolrbkB ash eilsentd to hgtfi anasitg me, God has vgine me an lgean. ndA when nglase gihtf, the waek nme lalf, eicns vhneea lsywaa dasurg ehsto who era rghti.
Enter EARL OF SALISBURY	RLAE OF BLASIUYRS tsneer.
Welcome, my lord how far off lies your power?	comleWe, my odrl. Hwo afr aywa is ryou rmay?
EARL OF SALISBURY Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, 65 Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair. One day too late, I fear me, noble lord, Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth: O, call back yesterday, bid time return, 70 And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men! To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, Oerthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state: For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead. Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.	ARLE OF RSAYBUILS My ryam stnsicso only of me, nad I am oot uptes to kalt of htnanigy ubt irdepas. We are oen day oot ltea adn vhae stol uor cechan of eisnge phypa etmsi gaain. Oh, I wsih it weer sllti yeyseatdr. If we luodc go akbc in eimt, ewd hvae teelwv uodanths nem dyear to ftigh on rou desi! Toyad, tyaitdo is an ppauhyn yda. ydoaT hsa ktean yawa any nhceac fro oyj, ersndfi, lwhate, dan wepor. All eth lhmeneWs hdera atth yuo erew daed, and hetyve lal enjiod koginsobBerl myra.
DUKE OF AUMERLE 75 Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale?	EDUK OF ELAUMER reChe up, my rold. Wyh era oyu so aepl?
KING RICHARD II But now the blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; And, till so much blood thither come again, Have I not reason to look pale and dead? 80 All souls that will be safe fly from my side, For time hath set a blot upon my pride.	NGIK RADRCIH II lnOy a mnoetm ago, I ahd entytw usahtdno mne iihgfgtn ofr me, adn nwo tyeveh all elfd. ntiUl ythe nurret, nrtea I dlewaol to kloo as aelp as if I eerw ddea? yAenon how tnasw to be feas esfel ofmr me, as reetnc nesevt aehv hasdnriet my ernoutaipt.
DUKE OF AUMERLE Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.	KUDE OF MEEAULR ehrCe up, my olrd. ntDo oetrfg htat ueroy teh nigk.
KING RICHARD II I had forgot myself; am I not king? Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest. 85 Is not the kings name twenty thousand names? Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes At thy great glory. Look not to the ground, Ye favourites of a king: are we not high? High be our thoughts: I know my uncle York 90 Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who comes here?	KIGN RARHCDI II I rootgf. Im het gink, entra I? akweA, oyu aryowdcl gkin. rueoY sgplenei. Itns gnibe teh gnik wrtoh as chmu as tnywet unahtdso nme? prerPae ofr iontca, my nmea! A gnuyo and awek sbjetuc is iytrgn to amdaeg ruoy ryglo. Dnto ngah uory ahde lwo. uoY fvaeorit nem of the iekgrtann we gihh eoabv hetm all? enhT we ouhsdl mai high as lelw: I okwn my nucle rkoY sha onuheg rtospo ofr uor edesn. tuB oswh oigmnc wno?
Enter SIR STEPHEN SCROOP	SRI PHESTNE OSCPOR rseetn.
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP More health and happiness betide my liege Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him!	SRI HTESENP ROSCPO I pohe eorm ehltha nda ehpsnaips ecom to ouy, my odrl, htna my eifrg-recstnik tnguoe nac froef.
KING RICHARD II Mine ear is open and my heart prepared; The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. 95 Say, is my kingdom lost? why, twas my care And what loss is it to be rid of care? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, Well serve Him too and be his fellow so: 100 Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend; They break their faith to God as well as us: Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay: The worst is death, and death will have his day.	GNIK DRRCIHA II My srae are nepo, dna my ehrta is adrye. ehT oswrt uoy acn llte me otaub are sseslo rfo me ehre on raeth. So, did I olse my kngomid? It saw my bmrolpe, nad athw sosl is it to be dri of a romlpeb? Is okionBeblgr itlls tignyr to htrowerov me? If he sersve doG, we illw esrve doG, oot, nda hnet eth wot of us ilwl be eemlry slaueq. eAr ruo tcjesubs eorinvgtl? We ctan ifx that. ehyT eabrk etihr ifhta htiw doG as ewll as wiht us. gTohuh uoy yma cyr uto uabto ewo, ndstoueirtc, nuir, and ecady, dhtea is eth orswt eaft of lal, and the mtie rof tahed lwil eomc.
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP Glad am I that your highness is so armd 105 To bear the tidings of calamity. Like an unseasonable stormy day, Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, As if the world were all dissolved to tears, So high above his limits swells the rage 110 Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel. White-beards have armd their thin and hairless scalps Against thy majesty; boys, with womens voices, Strive to speak big and clap their female joints 115 In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows Of double-fatal yew against thy state; Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, 120 And all goes worse than I have power to tell.	IRS NEPTEHS RCOSOP Im aldg tath oryu ihsesnhg is rperdepa fro teh owsrt. lrieBnbogko is bngtiurs tiwh grae nad shi ryma is icaktantg lla sroasc Edgnlna. sIt lkei an eenxceptdu fdool ahtt eaksm it emes ilke hte ordwl is gcrniy. enEv ldo nme whit wthie rbseda aveh joinde cofrse tiasang uyro yemajts, nda oyugn obsy who itlsl speak in ghhi-tecihpd coeisv. eTh mne wmoh we aidp to aypr ofr us aer aslo nwo on ihret dsei, and nmoew aer iggiftnh snagati uoy as well. yvrngtEieh is oiggn arf wreso for you anth I nac bopsylsi dsceiber.
KING RICHARD II Too well, too well thou tellst a tale so ill. Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Bushy? where is Green? That they have let the dangerous enemy 125 Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it: I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.	INGK DIACHRR II Yuo rae rinbcgedis seeht obherilr hgsitn oto ivyildv. reWeh is the rEla of rltihsiWe? Weehr is ogBat? atWh hepnepad to sBuyh? rWeeh is rGeen? yeTh idtdn etl the edsangruo eenmy scrso ervo uro triiteorers owittuh yna oistooppni, did tyeh? If we win, telhly pya orf irthe lsaueirf itwh hteri hsead. llI ebt eehtyv aedm eeacp hiwt nkbgoriBole.
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.	ISR PEETNHS CPRSOO Oh, eys, tevyhe adme cpaee, my dlor.
KING RICHARD II O villains, vipers, damnd without redemption! 130 Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! Snakes, in my heart-blood warmd, that sting my heart! Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Would they make peace? terrible hell make war Upon their spotted souls for this offence!	KNGI CHIRDAR II Oh, ehty rea lnaliivs dna reipsv, namdde tuiwoth nya oeph rfo mrtienpdeo! ehTrye elik sogd that ilwl usck up to aoynne! Trehye hrtee dusasJe The sdiilpec ohw ebredtya Cishrt to eisJwh uishreiotat in urrtne rfo rityth ieecps of silver. Judases, btu ahce tereh ismte reswo naht usdJa! I poeh rihte lugit-teasnid usosl ear edpuhins yeblritr for twha etyhve ndeo!
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP 135 Sweet love, I see, changing his property, Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate: Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made With heads, and not with hands; those whom you curse Have felt the worst of deaths destroying wound 140 And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.	RIS ESPNHET RCSPOO I ees who uoyr eolv ustnr toni eht elsedtida of taderh. alesPe, taek ckab oury rescsu. Trieh peeac astnw amde by iinjngo ecsfro tihw kioBlnogber. It saw made hwit Gdo, hwen eyth reew eeecutxd. Tehy era all in etrhi egvrsa now.
DUKE OF AUMERLE Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?	EDUK OF UEEAMRL Are Bsuyh, neGre, and teh lEar of iWilethrs ddae?
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.	IRS EESTPNH SRPCOO eYs, hety reew lal dhabedee at slroBti.
DUKE OF AUMERLE Where is the duke my father with his power?	UKED OF MLREEUA rhWee is my atefrh iwth ish yrma?
KING RICHARD II No matter where; of comfort no man speak: 145 Lets talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Lets choose executors and talk of wills: And yet not so, for what can we bequeath 150 Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbrokes, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. 155 For Gods sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poisond by their wives: some sleeping killd; 160 All murderd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, 165 To monarchize, be feard and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable, and humourd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin 170 Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence: throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: 175 I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king?	GNIK HARDCRI II It tndsoe tterma ehrew he is. Lest nto ytr to eecrh erveulsso up. We utms tlak oatub verags nda osrwm dna phtipsea An iipocntinsr on a tombstone. epitaphs. lWel aekm teh tuds uor perpa nda esu uro esatr to eriwt a esgasem of owrsro on hte ethar. stLe coesoh rou xrtuecsoe A eprson dineoppat by rehanto to acryr uto teh esrtm of shi or reh ilwl. executors dan lakt of llwsi. And, tey, wtha nca we buaqtehe to yanoen hotre thna enaigvl oru tgrnoit desoib to het ogrdun? uOr saldn nad uro seivl onw eblong to blokoienrBg, dan we nca lcal nothign oru now ecxtep orf our ahteds dan thta ettlli aptch of ahter ttha will evroc our irbued deosbi. roF dosG saek, tles tis on hte ngdoru nad tell das sotirse of eht aehtd of gikns, owh oems rewe hrrowovten nda herost iekdll in raw. Smeo reew nheutda by teh sthosg of teh kgisn eyht adh rwenoovhrt. illtS ethros erwe odnopesi by hietr iwevs, ilehw strhoe rwee kdeill in htrie eepsl. lAl of hmte, eweorhv, ewer rdmreued. heerT is yswaal eathd oduran nikgs, adn sheert no ayw to casepe it. teDha ahsgul at eht nisgk inreg nda msokc ihs rtgea ionecmrees, naigolwl ihm to ilve a lttile eiwlh nda lypa eth nhaorcm. Detha llisf him ihtw iepdr as if eth igskn yobd were mamiotrl, nda at het dne haetd omecs adn thwi etllti otfrfe kisll het obyd. Tehn oobgeyd, gnik! So ptos egainrtt me so typcleluefsr. eeTrhs no dene to tpenred tath I am yna endtrieff atnh oyu. oeYvu eben wrnog botau me lal tish temi. I efel lal the same itgsnh atth yuo do. I ahev sesiedr nda elef sda and nede sinfder, sujt ekil uyo. woH, ehtn, acn uoy sya atht Im a nkgi?
BISHOP OF CARLISLE My lord, wise men neer sit and wail their woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. 180 To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. Fear and be slain; no worse can come to fight: And fight and die is death destroying death; 185 Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.	SIOPHB OF AISLLECR My olrd, seiw nem vrene sit dan efel sryor fro seeltsmhve btu try to fxi hte asescu of itrhe rrwoso. iSenc arfe aewneks uyo, gearfni yruo eneym lyon osrwk gisanta ouy nad hslep yrou neeym. If yeuro cadesr, ylulo ide. hTtsa eth wsrot atth acn phpean in blaett. utB fihtggin and gindy is a wya of taibneg ethad, eacebsu etnh ouy die nyobl. tuB gbein acrdse and dying eivsg detah hte irvctyo.
DUKE OF AUMERLE My father hath a power; inquire of him And learn to make a body of a limb.	KUED OF MEARLEU My eahftr sah oesridsl. etsL rifuge otu herew he is nad amek an ymar out of eht nem he has.
KING RICHARD II Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come To change blows with thee for our day of doom. 190 This ague fit of fear is over-blown; An easy task it is to win our own. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.	KNIG CIADRRH II ouYr incogdsl oeds me oogd. Purdo krgBlonbieo, lIl ecgexanh bwsol tihw oyu on ruo ady of iestydn. My itf of raef hsa dspesa. It olushd be ysae to tge our nme trhetego. rpcooS, erweh is my ulcne htwi ish nem? llTe me dogo nwse, amn, vnee hghout ouy kloo dba.
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP Men judge by the complexion of the sky 195 The state and inclination of the day: So may you by my dull and heavy eye, My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. I play the torturer, by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: 200 Your uncle York is joind with Bolingbroke, And all your northern castles yielded up, And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party.	ISR HETPNES OROCPS neM fenot retinemed wath hte dya is igong to be iekl by longoik at eht ysk, so uyo oludsh wokn by my ulld dan moogly eeys that Im tuoba to ldierve dba news. Im itangc kiel a rortruet, andirwg tou eht npia of twha I aevh to sya. Yoru lencu kYor sha djioen fsrceo ihtw Bnbroklgoie. ehyT veah eoonssissp of lal oryu nrehrton eltacss won, and lla rouy men of arkn in hte thuso ear ghfntgii ofr emht, too.
KING RICHARD II Thou hast said enough.	KNGI RHIDRCA II uoY eahv dsia nuehog.
To DUKE OF AUMERLE	To teh EUKD OF EERLMAU
205 Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despair! What say you now? what comfort have we now? By heaven, Ill hate him everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more. 210 Go to Flint castle: there Ill pine away; A king, woes slave, shall kingly woe obey. That power I have, discharge; and let them go To ear the land that hath some hope to grow, For I have none: let no man speak again 215 To alter this, for counsel is but vain.	I erscu uyo, ucsino, rof ningicnocv me ton to be asd aeoynrm. tahW do you vhea to asy nwo? Wtah srmcotfo us wno? I asewr to Gdo, I lwli feveror ehta the nma ohw seltl me ton to rdiesap won. Go to iFlnt aeCtsl. tTsah eewhr I iwll iwat. I am a igkn, btu I am a salev of sworor, dan I wlil lfloow rroswos serodr. lTle my amry ttha ethy yam levea dan go krwo for soem uesca htat hsa opeh, ensic I vhae nneo. I ntod ntwa to hear naenoy gynrit to nahecg my dmin. Any cevdai is nlsetospi.
DUKE OF AUMERLE My liege, one word.	UDEK OF RLAEMUE My odrl, amy I aevh a ordw.
KING RICHARD II He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. Discharge my followers: let them hence away, 220 From Richards night to Bolingbrokes fair day.	NKGI HRACDRI II The proesn who stier to ivcnonce me ngaia ont to ieadrsp lilw ecbmeo hte ecnosd nersop to ttrea me ooyplr. eLt my amry go. nandlEg wlli be kosneobBlgir yrve nsoo.
Exeunt	hyeT exit.

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The coast of Wales. A castle in view.	eTh caost of laWes. A sacelt is in wiev.
Drums; flourish and colours.	usmrD rea ayepld. erTmsutp blwo. Mtailriy lsfag ear acdrrei esgoant.
Enter KING RICHARD II , the BISHOP OF CARLISLE , DUKE OF AUMERLE , and Soldiers	KIGN IAHCDRR II , eth OPHIBS OF SACLIELR , het EUDK OF ULREAME , dna emso doesirls nrtee.
KING RICHARD II Barkloughly castle call they this at hand?	IGKN CDAIHRR II Do they alcl tish clatse uglkhylraBo eacstl?
DUKE OF AUMERLE Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air, After your late tossing on the breaking seas?	EKDU OF ERAULME sYe, my ordl. woH do you keil it hree, rftae evoyu neeb snsgito tuoba on the enop ssae?
KING RICHARD II Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy 5 To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses hoofs: As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, 10 So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favours with my royal hands. Feed not thy sovereigns foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense; But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, 15 And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way, Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet Which with usurping steps do trample thee: Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies; And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, 20 Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereigns enemies. Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: This earth shall have a feeling and these stones 25 Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellions arms.	GIKN RIAHDRC II Of ocrues I eilk it rhee. iangntSd rehe on my ndomkgi gniaa kemsa me ryc ihtw oyj. aDer trhea, I usalte uyo, vene hougth nsturngsie aer igudownn you by ndiirg irteh erossh revo uyo. ekLi a tromhe hwo hsa eenb yawa rfom her ilcdh ofr a logn mtei, I cyr nda ilmes dna etreg yuo. aesleP, nelgte etarh, vperdoi no ienutrhosnm or htseerl ofr my neesime. eadIsnt, lte uyro emvsouon ipedsrs nad uroy adost tge in rtehi awy. tuP gigtinsn lntsete A nlpta whit gdjage eselav erdcveo hwit asihr atth sting. nettles in etrhi phat. nAd ewnh tyeh cpki a flrwoe frmo eth oungrd, lte a oopuosisn seakn etbi dna likl mteh. Lsrod, tond akme fnu of me for nskgia shti. The ather lliw hvea inlgefes, adn htees ssento lliw turn tnio damre slerodis, breoef I, Eldsgnan mtiegltaei gikn, let etehs teblreir rebsel efetad us.
BISHOP OF CARLISLE Fear not, my lord: that Power that made you king Hath power to keep you king in spite of all. The means that heaven yields must be embraced, 30 And not neglected; else, if heaven would, And we will not, heavens offer we refuse, The profferd means of succor and redress.	PSIBOH OF LAEISRLC tonD yrwro, my drlo, eht epwro ttha emda uoy gnki is the emsa rpoew ttha will ekep yuo nigk in tespi of all htese roustble. We mstu ecbmare the tsotonppireui ahtt Gdo vsige us and otn neetgcl etmh. whreitOes, eewr tregcnjie boht sdoG rcpntotoei mfro tehse sebprlom as lwle as ish onsultio orf ethm.
DUKE OF AUMERLE He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, 35 Grows strong and great in substance and in power.	UKDE OF UMRALEE haWt he enasm, my lodr, is thta rwee neigb tlneulfegc esbceua of icfnrenedocvoe, weilh ogobkBeriln is giorgnw srontreg.
KING RICHARD II Discomfortable cousin! knowst thou not That when the searching eye of heaven is hid, Behind the globe, that lights the lower world, Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen 40 In murders and in outrage, boldly here; But when from under this terrestrial ball He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines And darts his light through every guilty hole, Then murders, treasons and detested sins, 45 The cloak of night being pluckd from off their backs, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves? So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, Who all this while hath revelld in the night Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes, 50 Shall see us rising in our throne, the east, His treasons will sit blushing in his face, Not able to endure the sight of day, But self-affrighted tremble at his sin. Not all the water in the rough rude sea 55 Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord: For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressd To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, 60 God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right.	KGIN CHRIARD II You era so asnggcdiiuor, scoinu! noDt uoy nwko taht at enihmgitt, wneh teh uns ash est, vhesite roma eht thrae enesnu, lodlyb icnmttoimg dumrer dan etrho isrecm? uBt hwne eht sun mscoe up dan htsgli eth sottrpee dan eryve krda ehol, hetn thoes smea imsnracil dntas mnteblrgi hiwt no awy to hdei. So ehwn isth iefth, tshi atorrti orkbgiloenB, owh hsa bnee ignicomttm lal hstee scierm duigrn eht nhiittgem, ssee us nigocm up hwti eth sun, lhle be dsamhae nda wlli betemlr at eth iglht of ayd. llA eth twera in an ocaen actn wash yawa a ignks hrtig to het onreht. rMee lsrtmao cnat egt ird of oemneso woh sah neeb otndieapp by Gdo. For yerev sodlire eogniolrbkB ash eilsentd to hgtfi anasitg me, God has vgine me an lgean. ndA when nglase gihtf, the waek nme lalf, eicns vhneea lsywaa dasurg ehsto who era rghti.
Enter EARL OF SALISBURY	RLAE OF BLASIUYRS tsneer.
Welcome, my lord how far off lies your power?	comleWe, my odrl. Hwo afr aywa is ryou rmay?
EARL OF SALISBURY Nor near nor farther off, my gracious lord, 65 Than this weak arm: discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair. One day too late, I fear me, noble lord, Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth: O, call back yesterday, bid time return, 70 And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men! To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, Oerthrows thy joys, friends, fortune and thy state: For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead. Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.	ARLE OF RSAYBUILS My ryam stnsicso only of me, nad I am oot uptes to kalt of htnanigy ubt irdepas. We are oen day oot ltea adn vhae stol uor cechan of eisnge phypa etmsi gaain. Oh, I wsih it weer sllti yeyseatdr. If we luodc go akbc in eimt, ewd hvae teelwv uodanths nem dyear to ftigh on rou desi! Toyad, tyaitdo is an ppauhyn yda. ydoaT hsa ktean yawa any nhceac fro oyj, ersndfi, lwhate, dan wepor. All eth lhmeneWs hdera atth yuo erew daed, and hetyve lal enjiod koginsobBerl myra.
DUKE OF AUMERLE 75 Comfort, my liege; why looks your grace so pale?	EDUK OF ELAUMER reChe up, my rold. Wyh era oyu so aepl?
KING RICHARD II But now the blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; And, till so much blood thither come again, Have I not reason to look pale and dead? 80 All souls that will be safe fly from my side, For time hath set a blot upon my pride.	NGIK RADRCIH II lnOy a mnoetm ago, I ahd entytw usahtdno mne iihgfgtn ofr me, adn nwo tyeveh all elfd. ntiUl ythe nurret, nrtea I dlewaol to kloo as aelp as if I eerw ddea? yAenon how tnasw to be feas esfel ofmr me, as reetnc nesevt aehv hasdnriet my ernoutaipt.
DUKE OF AUMERLE Comfort, my liege; remember who you are.	KUDE OF MEEAULR ehrCe up, my olrd. ntDo oetrfg htat ueroy teh nigk.
KING RICHARD II I had forgot myself; am I not king? Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest. 85 Is not the kings name twenty thousand names? Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes At thy great glory. Look not to the ground, Ye favourites of a king: are we not high? High be our thoughts: I know my uncle York 90 Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who comes here?	KIGN RARHCDI II I rootgf. Im het gink, entra I? akweA, oyu aryowdcl gkin. rueoY sgplenei. Itns gnibe teh gnik wrtoh as chmu as tnywet unahtdso nme? prerPae ofr iontca, my nmea! A gnuyo and awek sbjetuc is iytrgn to amdaeg ruoy ryglo. Dnto ngah uory ahde lwo. uoY fvaeorit nem of the iekgrtann we gihh eoabv hetm all? enhT we ouhsdl mai high as lelw: I okwn my nucle rkoY sha onuheg rtospo ofr uor edesn. tuB oswh oigmnc wno?
Enter SIR STEPHEN SCROOP	SRI PHESTNE OSCPOR rseetn.
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP More health and happiness betide my liege Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him!	SRI HTESENP ROSCPO I pohe eorm ehltha nda ehpsnaips ecom to ouy, my odrl, htna my eifrg-recstnik tnguoe nac froef.
KING RICHARD II Mine ear is open and my heart prepared; The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. 95 Say, is my kingdom lost? why, twas my care And what loss is it to be rid of care? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, Well serve Him too and be his fellow so: 100 Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend; They break their faith to God as well as us: Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay: The worst is death, and death will have his day.	GNIK DRRCIHA II My srae are nepo, dna my ehrta is adrye. ehT oswrt uoy acn llte me otaub are sseslo rfo me ehre on raeth. So, did I olse my kngomid? It saw my bmrolpe, nad athw sosl is it to be dri of a romlpeb? Is okionBeblgr itlls tignyr to htrowerov me? If he sersve doG, we illw esrve doG, oot, nda hnet eth wot of us ilwl be eemlry slaueq. eAr ruo tcjesubs eorinvgtl? We ctan ifx that. ehyT eabrk etihr ifhta htiw doG as ewll as wiht us. gTohuh uoy yma cyr uto uabto ewo, ndstoueirtc, nuir, and ecady, dhtea is eth orswt eaft of lal, and the mtie rof tahed lwil eomc.
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP Glad am I that your highness is so armd 105 To bear the tidings of calamity. Like an unseasonable stormy day, Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, As if the world were all dissolved to tears, So high above his limits swells the rage 110 Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel. White-beards have armd their thin and hairless scalps Against thy majesty; boys, with womens voices, Strive to speak big and clap their female joints 115 In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows Of double-fatal yew against thy state; Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills Against thy seat: both young and old rebel, 120 And all goes worse than I have power to tell.	IRS NEPTEHS RCOSOP Im aldg tath oryu ihsesnhg is rperdepa fro teh owsrt. lrieBnbogko is bngtiurs tiwh grae nad shi ryma is icaktantg lla sroasc Edgnlna. sIt lkei an eenxceptdu fdool ahtt eaksm it emes ilke hte ordwl is gcrniy. enEv ldo nme whit wthie rbseda aveh joinde cofrse tiasang uyro yemajts, nda oyugn obsy who itlsl speak in ghhi-tecihpd coeisv. eTh mne wmoh we aidp to aypr ofr us aer aslo nwo on ihret dsei, and nmoew aer iggiftnh snagati uoy as well. yvrngtEieh is oiggn arf wreso for you anth I nac bopsylsi dsceiber.
KING RICHARD II Too well, too well thou tellst a tale so ill. Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Bushy? where is Green? That they have let the dangerous enemy 125 Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it: I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.	INGK DIACHRR II Yuo rae rinbcgedis seeht obherilr hgsitn oto ivyildv. reWeh is the rEla of rltihsiWe? Weehr is ogBat? atWh hepnepad to sBuyh? rWeeh is rGeen? yeTh idtdn etl the edsangruo eenmy scrso ervo uro triiteorers owittuh yna oistooppni, did tyeh? If we win, telhly pya orf irthe lsaueirf itwh hteri hsead. llI ebt eehtyv aedm eeacp hiwt nkbgoriBole.
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.	ISR PEETNHS CPRSOO Oh, eys, tevyhe adme cpaee, my dlor.
KING RICHARD II O villains, vipers, damnd without redemption! 130 Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! Snakes, in my heart-blood warmd, that sting my heart! Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Would they make peace? terrible hell make war Upon their spotted souls for this offence!	KNGI CHIRDAR II Oh, ehty rea lnaliivs dna reipsv, namdde tuiwoth nya oeph rfo mrtienpdeo! ehTrye elik sogd that ilwl usck up to aoynne! Trehye hrtee dusasJe The sdiilpec ohw ebredtya Cishrt to eisJwh uishreiotat in urrtne rfo rityth ieecps of silver. Judases, btu ahce tereh ismte reswo naht usdJa! I poeh rihte lugit-teasnid usosl ear edpuhins yeblritr for twha etyhve ndeo!
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP 135 Sweet love, I see, changing his property, Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate: Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made With heads, and not with hands; those whom you curse Have felt the worst of deaths destroying wound 140 And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.	RIS ESPNHET RCSPOO I ees who uoyr eolv ustnr toni eht elsedtida of taderh. alesPe, taek ckab oury rescsu. Trieh peeac astnw amde by iinjngo ecsfro tihw kioBlnogber. It saw made hwit Gdo, hwen eyth reew eeecutxd. Tehy era all in etrhi egvrsa now.
DUKE OF AUMERLE Is Bushy, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?	EDUK OF UEEAMRL Are Bsuyh, neGre, and teh lEar of iWilethrs ddae?
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.	IRS EESTPNH SRPCOO eYs, hety reew lal dhabedee at slroBti.
DUKE OF AUMERLE Where is the duke my father with his power?	UKED OF MLREEUA rhWee is my atefrh iwth ish yrma?
KING RICHARD II No matter where; of comfort no man speak: 145 Lets talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Lets choose executors and talk of wills: And yet not so, for what can we bequeath 150 Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbrokes, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. 155 For Gods sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poisond by their wives: some sleeping killd; 160 All murderd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, 165 To monarchize, be feard and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable, and humourd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin 170 Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence: throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: 175 I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king?	GNIK HARDCRI II It tndsoe tterma ehrew he is. Lest nto ytr to eecrh erveulsso up. We utms tlak oatub verags nda osrwm dna phtipsea An iipocntinsr on a tombstone. epitaphs. lWel aekm teh tuds uor perpa nda esu uro esatr to eriwt a esgasem of owrsro on hte ethar. stLe coesoh rou xrtuecsoe A eprson dineoppat by rehanto to acryr uto teh esrtm of shi or reh ilwl. executors dan lakt of llwsi. And, tey, wtha nca we buaqtehe to yanoen hotre thna enaigvl oru tgrnoit desoib to het ogrdun? uOr saldn nad uro seivl onw eblong to blokoienrBg, dan we nca lcal nothign oru now ecxtep orf our ahteds dan thta ettlli aptch of ahter ttha will evroc our irbued deosbi. roF dosG saek, tles tis on hte ngdoru nad tell das sotirse of eht aehtd of gikns, owh oems rewe hrrowovten nda herost iekdll in raw. Smeo reew nheutda by teh sthosg of teh kgisn eyht adh rwenoovhrt. illtS ethros erwe odnopesi by hietr iwevs, ilehw strhoe rwee kdeill in htrie eepsl. lAl of hmte, eweorhv, ewer rdmreued. heerT is yswaal eathd oduran nikgs, adn sheert no ayw to casepe it. teDha ahsgul at eht nisgk inreg nda msokc ihs rtgea ionecmrees, naigolwl ihm to ilve a lttile eiwlh nda lypa eth nhaorcm. Detha llisf him ihtw iepdr as if eth igskn yobd were mamiotrl, nda at het dne haetd omecs adn thwi etllti otfrfe kisll het obyd. Tehn oobgeyd, gnik! So ptos egainrtt me so typcleluefsr. eeTrhs no dene to tpenred tath I am yna endtrieff atnh oyu. oeYvu eben wrnog botau me lal tish temi. I efel lal the same itgsnh atth yuo do. I ahev sesiedr nda elef sda and nede sinfder, sujt ekil uyo. woH, ehtn, acn uoy sya atht Im a nkgi?
BISHOP OF CARLISLE My lord, wise men neer sit and wail their woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. 180 To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. Fear and be slain; no worse can come to fight: And fight and die is death destroying death; 185 Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.	SIOPHB OF AISLLECR My olrd, seiw nem vrene sit dan efel sryor fro seeltsmhve btu try to fxi hte asescu of itrhe rrwoso. iSenc arfe aewneks uyo, gearfni yruo eneym lyon osrwk gisanta ouy nad hslep yrou neeym. If yeuro cadesr, ylulo ide. hTtsa eth wsrot atth acn phpean in blaett. utB fihtggin and gindy is a wya of taibneg ethad, eacebsu etnh ouy die nyobl. tuB gbein acrdse and dying eivsg detah hte irvctyo.
DUKE OF AUMERLE My father hath a power; inquire of him And learn to make a body of a limb.	KUED OF MEARLEU My eahftr sah oesridsl. etsL rifuge otu herew he is nad amek an ymar out of eht nem he has.
KING RICHARD II Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come To change blows with thee for our day of doom. 190 This ague fit of fear is over-blown; An easy task it is to win our own. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.	KNIG CIADRRH II ouYr incogdsl oeds me oogd. Purdo krgBlonbieo, lIl ecgexanh bwsol tihw oyu on ruo ady of iestydn. My itf of raef hsa dspesa. It olushd be ysae to tge our nme trhetego. rpcooS, erweh is my ulcne htwi ish nem? llTe me dogo nwse, amn, vnee hghout ouy kloo dba.
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP Men judge by the complexion of the sky 195 The state and inclination of the day: So may you by my dull and heavy eye, My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. I play the torturer, by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: 200 Your uncle York is joind with Bolingbroke, And all your northern castles yielded up, And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party.	ISR HETPNES OROCPS neM fenot retinemed wath hte dya is igong to be iekl by longoik at eht ysk, so uyo oludsh wokn by my ulld dan moogly eeys that Im tuoba to ldierve dba news. Im itangc kiel a rortruet, andirwg tou eht npia of twha I aevh to sya. Yoru lencu kYor sha djioen fsrceo ihtw Bnbroklgoie. ehyT veah eoonssissp of lal oryu nrehrton eltacss won, and lla rouy men of arkn in hte thuso ear ghfntgii ofr emht, too.
KING RICHARD II Thou hast said enough.	KNGI RHIDRCA II uoY eahv dsia nuehog.
To DUKE OF AUMERLE	To teh EUKD OF EERLMAU
205 Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despair! What say you now? what comfort have we now? By heaven, Ill hate him everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more. 210 Go to Flint castle: there Ill pine away; A king, woes slave, shall kingly woe obey. That power I have, discharge; and let them go To ear the land that hath some hope to grow, For I have none: let no man speak again 215 To alter this, for counsel is but vain.	I erscu uyo, ucsino, rof ningicnocv me ton to be asd aeoynrm. tahW do you vhea to asy nwo? Wtah srmcotfo us wno? I asewr to Gdo, I lwli feveror ehta the nma ohw seltl me ton to rdiesap won. Go to iFlnt aeCtsl. tTsah eewhr I iwll iwat. I am a igkn, btu I am a salev of sworor, dan I wlil lfloow rroswos serodr. lTle my amry ttha ethy yam levea dan go krwo for soem uesca htat hsa opeh, ensic I vhae nneo. I ntod ntwa to hear naenoy gynrit to nahecg my dmin. Any cevdai is nlsetospi.
DUKE OF AUMERLE My liege, one word.	UDEK OF RLAEMUE My odrl, amy I aevh a ordw.
KING RICHARD II He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. Discharge my followers: let them hence away, 220 From Richards night to Bolingbrokes fair day.	NKGI HRACDRI II The proesn who stier to ivcnonce me ngaia ont to ieadrsp lilw ecbmeo hte ecnosd nersop to ttrea me ooyplr. eLt my amry go. nandlEg wlli be kosneobBlgir yrve nsoo.
Exeunt	hyeT exit.