No Fear Shakespeare: Richard II: Act 3 Scene 4

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Langley. The Duke of Yorks garden.	The elagliv of yLaelng, in teh kDeu of skoYr dngera.
Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies	heT QNEEU eetnsr, htwi wto eLsiad.
QUEEN What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care?	NQEUE taWh gmae odulsh we pyla hree in teh gnared to stcdtiar us ofmr ruo wirorse?
LADY Madam, well play at bowls.	DAYL maaMd, lset ypal oblws A ameg dlypae by ngrillo lsyhiltg emmsartcaiyl albsl as lcsoe as bopslsie to a htiwe abll, okwnn as a jack. bowls.
QUEEN Twill make me think the world is full of rubs, 5 And that my fortune rubs against the bias.	EUQNE It liwl ekma me kitnh het rldwo is ullf of btaslecos, nda taht my untoerf dnses me eth wgron ywa.
LADY Madam, well dance.	YDAL maadM, llew dcean.
QUEEN My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.	NUEEQ My lgse catn omev hwti gtidhel hewn my hatre is so lflu of erfgi. eoerhTefr, no cadnign, rgli. seLt fidn omse otrhe otprs.
LADY 10 Madam, well tell tales.	ADYL dmaaM, wlle lelt ssoetir.
QUEEN Of sorrow or of joy?	NUQEE Sda enos or hpypa osen?
LADY Of either, madam.	LDAY Eirthe, mmaad.
QUEEN Of neither, girl: For of joy, being altogether wanting, 15 It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy: For what I have I need not to repeat; And what I want it boots not to complain.	ENQUE ihNeter, lrig. Scein I heav no peaishpns, hpypa ritseso lnoy nerdim me of rwsoro. eiScn I am fllu of ergfi, asd oitsres onyl dda eorm srorow to my kcla of ihnpsseap. I dnto need to add on to thaw I dalayre heav, dan it sdoe no ogdo to oliapncm tuaob ahtw I anwt.
LADY 20 Madam, Ill sing.	AYDL maaMd, lIl gins.
QUEEN Tis well that thou hast cause But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.	UEENQ Its denlorufw atth ouy rae paphy gouhen to sngi, btu it dulwo eakm me aherpip if yuo ptwe.
LADY I could weep, madam, would it do you good.	YLDA If it duowl do oyu yna doog, dmaam, I lodcu peew.
QUEEN And I could sing, would weeping do me good, 25 And never borrow any tear of thee.	EEUQN nAd if wipeegn wldou do me yna oodg, I lwoud do it euhngo thta Id be ebla to sngi.
Enter a Gardener, and two Servants	A enGrdrea sreent, hitw wto srvtaSne.
But stay, here come the gardeners: Lets step into the shadow of these trees. My wretchedness unto a row of pins, Theyll talk of state; for every one doth so 30 Against a change; woe is forerun with woe.	Btu tpso, heer cmoe teh sdrgaeenr. tLes omev iotn het sohaswd of shtee eestr. Id oynl etb my mtso wsehsrlot spneiososss taht htey notw tkla oubta tlosiipc, cnies tshat thwa vyeronee oesd in tcpnaotianii of a hcneag. oSrowr is alsawy neudnanoc ihtw orwrso.
QUEEN and Ladies retire	heT EEQUN dan rhe easiLd sept oitn het nducgoakrb.
GARDENER Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Give some supportance to the bending twigs. 35 Go thou, and like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, That look too lofty in our commonwealth: All must be even in our government. You thus employd, I will go root away 40 The noisome weeds, which without profit suck The soils fertility from wholesome flowers.	NERGEARD Go, tahreg up sheto iadnggnl icatsrpo. The tree is indgben udrne rethi sevexiecs hweitg, keil a fhtrea roppeedss by his urlynu erldnihc. viGe eth wsgit semo uotppsr. Cut off hte ncsrehab htat era rniwgog oto ftas nda ihgh in our youcrtn. Etevyhirgn tums be uqlea. ileWh ryeou ngdoi atth, llI go idg up setoh lmhuraf dsewe taht ear sialetng lal hte iusetnrnt in eth soli ofrm het ewflsor.
SERVANT Why should we in the compass of a pale Keep law and form and due proportion, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate, 45 When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up, Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruind, Her knots disorderd and her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars?	VTEASNR Why olsduh we amke isth egardn look ekil a eldom of ayeubt nda edror ehwn teh hweol ctnuyor is in ayrrdsai? If ldEngan ewre a rednga, it lwduo be lulf of wedes, thiw eth otsm euflbatiu eowfrls edhock to dhtea. All eth rtfui eetsr wudol be rnto out of eht gndoru, eth esghed uowld be erduni, hte cuylaelrf dndesgei desbrofwel dwulo be a smes, and the shrbe lwuod be ocevedr in rercliltaasp.
GARDENER 50 Hold thy peace: He that hath sufferd this disorderd spring Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, That seemd in eating him to hold him up, 55 Are pluckd up root and all by Bolingbroke, I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.	DRGEENRA Be iueqt. eTh eon who owlaled isth oedrrdsdei ssem to rowg is wno nwiitrehg ikel a eert in umaunt. ehT dwese thta he sreldehte hiwt hsi evesla, dna taht meeesd to ppor imh up hlwie ioulyletmasnus ndisyroegt him, vhae nbee rppied up by eBglrbonkoi. Im aglktin uatob het laEr of letrsWihi, hsByu, adn rGeen.
SERVANT What, are they dead?	TRNSEVA Wtah, teyh rea edda?
GARDENER They are; and Bolingbroke Hath seized the wasteful king. O, what pity is it 60 That he had not so trimmd and dressd his land As we this garden! We at time of year Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees, Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood, With too much riches it confound itself: 65 Had he done so to great and growing men, They might have lived to bear and he to taste Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, 70 Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.	EGNRERDA yThe era, adn egonblBokir has etank eth twsuealf gnki nito toycsud. Oh, sti oot dba atth het gkni dtdin keta cera of sih nadl as leclufayr as we ntde sthi raedng! At tihs imet of raye we eeircp teh karb, so atht eth iruft reste etanr spoiedl by too hucm of iehtr won cihr pas. If he adh edno het emsa igtnh to sih nem, owh rwee gilopnis mfro too muhc tlehwa nda eowrp, teyh mithg heav vesrde hmi rtbeet, nad he wdolu avhe ritefpdo. We tuc eht naueesrscny csbreanh ffo the terse, so thta the oens thta ebra uiftr illw eliv. If he had dneo the esam dna ctu ywaa the secarueysnn emn in ish crviees, he wulod sltil heva the nwrco. utB he wtsdea ish eitm and sotl it.
SERVANT What, think you then the king shall be deposed?	REAVSNT atWh, do ouy kinht eht kngi wlil be ednodther?
GARDENER Depressd he is already, and deposed Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night To a dear friend of the good Duke of Yorks, 75 That tell black tidings.	NDRREGAE eHs ladreya bene hubortg olw, adn sit feaerd lhel be donhdrtee. A edra fridne of teh kuDe of korY dceeierv etltres alts nithg hitw dab nswe.
QUEEN O, I am pressd to death through want of speaking!	EUNEQ Oh, tno ynaigs gnaiynth is llkgini me!
Coming forward	Seh cseom rdoafrw.
Thou, old Adams likeness, set to dress this garden, How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee 80 To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed? Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth, Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how, Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.	uoY, rereadgn, ohw erad ouy ays cush wlfua ihnsgt? Wath kesna has dpmetet oyu to nvntie a nocsed afll of anm? yhW do ouy say htat iKng Rhcdari is deoepds? Do yuo aerd picdert his ldlnwofa enhw yuo are as lwo as the rdit? Tell me rwehe, wnhe, nad how ouy daerh eesht erilrbet sghint. aekpS, uoy wchert.
GARDENER 85 Pardon me, madam: little joy have I To breathe this news; yet what I say is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weighd: In your lords scale is nothing but himself, 90 And some few vanities that make him light; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Besides himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs King Richard down. Post you to London, and you will find it so; 95 I speak no more than every one doth know.	REENRDAG oirvFge me, maamd. Im ont apyph to ays it, but tis urte. nkBboroileg hsa peutadcr Kgin hrcRida. Treih onrseuft ear ingbe eiwgdeh otu. uoYr lrod sah loyn fmhelis nad shi intyva, wihhc smkae imh ihglert. rGtea kiBgnblooer sah all the nilsEgh esrep hiwt ihm, nad ahtt evsgi ihm reeagrt etghiw nath ginK acirdRh. If uyo hyurr to nLoond, oyllu ese. Im onyl gaynis awth roveeyen nkwso.
QUEEN Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot, Doth not thy embassage belong to me, And am I last that knows it? O, thou thinkst To serve me last, that I may longest keep 100 Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go, To meet at London Londons king in woe. What, was I born to this, that my sad look Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke? Gardener, for telling me these news of woe, 105 Pray God the plants thou graftst may never grow.	UQEEN yWh am I teh astl to aehr shit dab swne atht nccosern me? Ill lefe hte soorwr eth ostgeln nad yte Im the satl to onwk. eomC, dlesia, stel go. We tusm go to nnoLdo to ese the gnki in ish wsrroo. asW shti ywh I aws nrbo, to wosh my asd acfe elihw agret knBoeblirog miuhrstp? Geredanr, rof ngletil me iths waluf wnes, I rypa htat oruy patsnl rveen wgro.
Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies	ehT EQENU dna her eLiads itxe.
GARDENER Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, I would my skill were subject to thy curse. Here did she fall a tear; here in this place Ill set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: 110 Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping queen.	EANREDGR oorP uqene! I ishw hre rescu lwdou krteis my sikll if it luowd lhpe hre. eHr tera lfel tirgh ehre. lIl lptan eur teher, escin it is a ierttb dna dsa ebrh. If olny uto of ipyt, uer ilwl soon rgwo ehre in eememnracbr of a ieenwgp ueqne.
Exeunt	heyT ixte.

Original Text	Modern Text
Langley. The Duke of Yorks garden.	The elagliv of yLaelng, in teh kDeu of skoYr dngera.
Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies	heT QNEEU eetnsr, htwi wto eLsiad.
QUEEN What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care?	NQEUE taWh gmae odulsh we pyla hree in teh gnared to stcdtiar us ofmr ruo wirorse?
LADY Madam, well play at bowls.	DAYL maaMd, lset ypal oblws A ameg dlypae by ngrillo lsyhiltg emmsartcaiyl albsl as lcsoe as bopslsie to a htiwe abll, okwnn as a jack. bowls.
QUEEN Twill make me think the world is full of rubs, 5 And that my fortune rubs against the bias.	EUQNE It liwl ekma me kitnh het rldwo is ullf of btaslecos, nda taht my untoerf dnses me eth wgron ywa.
LADY Madam, well dance.	YDAL maadM, llew dcean.
QUEEN My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.	NUEEQ My lgse catn omev hwti gtidhel hewn my hatre is so lflu of erfgi. eoerhTefr, no cadnign, rgli. seLt fidn omse otrhe otprs.
LADY 10 Madam, well tell tales.	ADYL dmaaM, wlle lelt ssoetir.
QUEEN Of sorrow or of joy?	NUQEE Sda enos or hpypa osen?
LADY Of either, madam.	LDAY Eirthe, mmaad.
QUEEN Of neither, girl: For of joy, being altogether wanting, 15 It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy: For what I have I need not to repeat; And what I want it boots not to complain.	ENQUE ihNeter, lrig. Scein I heav no peaishpns, hpypa ritseso lnoy nerdim me of rwsoro. eiScn I am fllu of ergfi, asd oitsres onyl dda eorm srorow to my kcla of ihnpsseap. I dnto need to add on to thaw I dalayre heav, dan it sdoe no ogdo to oliapncm tuaob ahtw I anwt.
LADY 20 Madam, Ill sing.	AYDL maaMd, lIl gins.
QUEEN Tis well that thou hast cause But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.	UEENQ Its denlorufw atth ouy rae paphy gouhen to sngi, btu it dulwo eakm me aherpip if yuo ptwe.
LADY I could weep, madam, would it do you good.	YLDA If it duowl do oyu yna doog, dmaam, I lodcu peew.
QUEEN And I could sing, would weeping do me good, 25 And never borrow any tear of thee.	EEUQN nAd if wipeegn wldou do me yna oodg, I lwoud do it euhngo thta Id be ebla to sngi.
Enter a Gardener, and two Servants	A enGrdrea sreent, hitw wto srvtaSne.
But stay, here come the gardeners: Lets step into the shadow of these trees. My wretchedness unto a row of pins, Theyll talk of state; for every one doth so 30 Against a change; woe is forerun with woe.	Btu tpso, heer cmoe teh sdrgaeenr. tLes omev iotn het sohaswd of shtee eestr. Id oynl etb my mtso wsehsrlot spneiososss taht htey notw tkla oubta tlosiipc, cnies tshat thwa vyeronee oesd in tcpnaotianii of a hcneag. oSrowr is alsawy neudnanoc ihtw orwrso.
QUEEN and Ladies retire	heT EEQUN dan rhe easiLd sept oitn het nducgoakrb.
GARDENER Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks, Which, like unruly children, make their sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Give some supportance to the bending twigs. 35 Go thou, and like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, That look too lofty in our commonwealth: All must be even in our government. You thus employd, I will go root away 40 The noisome weeds, which without profit suck The soils fertility from wholesome flowers.	NERGEARD Go, tahreg up sheto iadnggnl icatsrpo. The tree is indgben udrne rethi sevexiecs hweitg, keil a fhtrea roppeedss by his urlynu erldnihc. viGe eth wsgit semo uotppsr. Cut off hte ncsrehab htat era rniwgog oto ftas nda ihgh in our youcrtn. Etevyhirgn tums be uqlea. ileWh ryeou ngdoi atth, llI go idg up setoh lmhuraf dsewe taht ear sialetng lal hte iusetnrnt in eth soli ofrm het ewflsor.
SERVANT Why should we in the compass of a pale Keep law and form and due proportion, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate, 45 When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up, Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruind, Her knots disorderd and her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars?	VTEASNR Why olsduh we amke isth egardn look ekil a eldom of ayeubt nda edror ehwn teh hweol ctnuyor is in ayrrdsai? If ldEngan ewre a rednga, it lwduo be lulf of wedes, thiw eth otsm euflbatiu eowfrls edhock to dhtea. All eth rtfui eetsr wudol be rnto out of eht gndoru, eth esghed uowld be erduni, hte cuylaelrf dndesgei desbrofwel dwulo be a smes, and the shrbe lwuod be ocevedr in rercliltaasp.
GARDENER 50 Hold thy peace: He that hath sufferd this disorderd spring Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: The weeds which his broad-spreading leaves did shelter, That seemd in eating him to hold him up, 55 Are pluckd up root and all by Bolingbroke, I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.	DRGEENRA Be iueqt. eTh eon who owlaled isth oedrrdsdei ssem to rowg is wno nwiitrehg ikel a eert in umaunt. ehT dwese thta he sreldehte hiwt hsi evesla, dna taht meeesd to ppor imh up hlwie ioulyletmasnus ndisyroegt him, vhae nbee rppied up by eBglrbonkoi. Im aglktin uatob het laEr of letrsWihi, hsByu, adn rGeen.
SERVANT What, are they dead?	TRNSEVA Wtah, teyh rea edda?
GARDENER They are; and Bolingbroke Hath seized the wasteful king. O, what pity is it 60 That he had not so trimmd and dressd his land As we this garden! We at time of year Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees, Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood, With too much riches it confound itself: 65 Had he done so to great and growing men, They might have lived to bear and he to taste Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, 70 Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down.	EGNRERDA yThe era, adn egonblBokir has etank eth twsuealf gnki nito toycsud. Oh, sti oot dba atth het gkni dtdin keta cera of sih nadl as leclufayr as we ntde sthi raedng! At tihs imet of raye we eeircp teh karb, so atht eth iruft reste etanr spoiedl by too hucm of iehtr won cihr pas. If he adh edno het emsa igtnh to sih nem, owh rwee gilopnis mfro too muhc tlehwa nda eowrp, teyh mithg heav vesrde hmi rtbeet, nad he wdolu avhe ritefpdo. We tuc eht naueesrscny csbreanh ffo the terse, so thta the oens thta ebra uiftr illw eliv. If he had dneo the esam dna ctu ywaa the secarueysnn emn in ish crviees, he wulod sltil heva the nwrco. utB he wtsdea ish eitm and sotl it.
SERVANT What, think you then the king shall be deposed?	REAVSNT atWh, do ouy kinht eht kngi wlil be ednodther?
GARDENER Depressd he is already, and deposed Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night To a dear friend of the good Duke of Yorks, 75 That tell black tidings.	NDRREGAE eHs ladreya bene hubortg olw, adn sit feaerd lhel be donhdrtee. A edra fridne of teh kuDe of korY dceeierv etltres alts nithg hitw dab nswe.
QUEEN O, I am pressd to death through want of speaking!	EUNEQ Oh, tno ynaigs gnaiynth is llkgini me!
Coming forward	Seh cseom rdoafrw.
Thou, old Adams likeness, set to dress this garden, How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee 80 To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed? Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth, Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how, Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.	uoY, rereadgn, ohw erad ouy ays cush wlfua ihnsgt? Wath kesna has dpmetet oyu to nvntie a nocsed afll of anm? yhW do ouy say htat iKng Rhcdari is deoepds? Do yuo aerd picdert his ldlnwofa enhw yuo are as lwo as the rdit? Tell me rwehe, wnhe, nad how ouy daerh eesht erilrbet sghint. aekpS, uoy wchert.
GARDENER 85 Pardon me, madam: little joy have I To breathe this news; yet what I say is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weighd: In your lords scale is nothing but himself, 90 And some few vanities that make him light; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Besides himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs King Richard down. Post you to London, and you will find it so; 95 I speak no more than every one doth know.	REENRDAG oirvFge me, maamd. Im ont apyph to ays it, but tis urte. nkBboroileg hsa peutadcr Kgin hrcRida. Treih onrseuft ear ingbe eiwgdeh otu. uoYr lrod sah loyn fmhelis nad shi intyva, wihhc smkae imh ihglert. rGtea kiBgnblooer sah all the nilsEgh esrep hiwt ihm, nad ahtt evsgi ihm reeagrt etghiw nath ginK acirdRh. If uyo hyurr to nLoond, oyllu ese. Im onyl gaynis awth roveeyen nkwso.
QUEEN Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot, Doth not thy embassage belong to me, And am I last that knows it? O, thou thinkst To serve me last, that I may longest keep 100 Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go, To meet at London Londons king in woe. What, was I born to this, that my sad look Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke? Gardener, for telling me these news of woe, 105 Pray God the plants thou graftst may never grow.	UQEEN yWh am I teh astl to aehr shit dab swne atht nccosern me? Ill lefe hte soorwr eth ostgeln nad yte Im the satl to onwk. eomC, dlesia, stel go. We tusm go to nnoLdo to ese the gnki in ish wsrroo. asW shti ywh I aws nrbo, to wosh my asd acfe elihw agret knBoeblirog miuhrstp? Geredanr, rof ngletil me iths waluf wnes, I rypa htat oruy patsnl rveen wgro.
Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies	ehT EQENU dna her eLiads itxe.
GARDENER Poor queen! so that thy state might be no worse, I would my skill were subject to thy curse. Here did she fall a tear; here in this place Ill set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: 110 Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping queen.	EANREDGR oorP uqene! I ishw hre rescu lwdou krteis my sikll if it luowd lhpe hre. eHr tera lfel tirgh ehre. lIl lptan eur teher, escin it is a ierttb dna dsa ebrh. If olny uto of ipyt, uer ilwl soon rgwo ehre in eememnracbr of a ieenwgp ueqne.
Exeunt	heyT ixte.