No Fear Shakespeare: Richard II: Act 5 Scene 1 Page 4

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QUEEN And must we be divided? must we part?	QUEEN And do we have to be separated?
KING RICHARD II Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.	KING RICHARD II Yes, my love, our hands and our hearts must be divided.
QUEEN Banish us both and send the king with me.	QUEEN Banish us both, and send the king with me.
NORTHUMBERLAND That were some love but little policy.	NORTHUMBERLAND That might be an act of love, but it’s not a smart policy.
QUEEN 85Then whither he goes, thither let me go.	QUEEN Then wherever he goes, let me follow him.
KING RICHARD II So two, together weeping, make one woe. Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; Better far off than near, be ne’er the near. Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans.	KING RICHARD II So the two of us together will make one big sorrow. Weep for me in France, and I’ll weep for you here. It’s better for us to be far away than near, and never near each other again. Go measure the distance in sighs, and I’ll do the same with groans.
QUEEN 90So longest way shall have the longest moans.	QUEEN So the farther I go, the longer I will moan.
KING RICHARD II Twice for one step I’ll groan, the way being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing sorrow let’s be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief; 95One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.	KING RICHARD II Since my way is shorter, I’ll groan twice for every step I take and make the way longer with a sad heart. Come, let’s cut short this talk of grief, because we’ll have long enough to live with it. Let’s kiss once and quiet our mouths and part without any more words. I give you my heart and take yours with me.
QUEEN Give me mine own again; ’twere no good part To take on me to keep and kill thy heart. So, now I have mine own again, be gone, 100That I might strive to kill it with a groan.	QUEEN Give me my heart back. It will only kill your heart if I take it. So now that I have my own heart back, go, so I can try to kill my own with mourning.
KING RICHARD II We make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.	KING RICHARD II We’re only encouraging sorrow with this delay. Once more, goodbye. My grief will say the rest.
Exeunt	They exit.