And make us wade even in our kindred's blood. Your husband, he is gone to save far off. Well you deserve: they well deserve to have. [p]door; and the DUKE OF AUMERLE at another], [Enter JOHN OF GAUNT sick, with the DUKE OF YORK,] Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth. In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows. So longest way shall have the longest moans. Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue. That he, our hope, might have retired his power. And that's the wavering commons: for their love, Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them. And bids me speak of nothing but despair. A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, You have in manner with your sinful hours. Dear for her reputation through the world, England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege. As to be hush'd and nought at all to say: First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me. My fair rose wither: yet look up, behold. We thank you both: yet one but flatters us. 'Pardon' should be the first word of thy speech. KING RICHARD II's palace. 'Have I no friend?' Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone. I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen. To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life. Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle: Thither will I with you; for little office. If guilty dread have left thee so much strength. And cracking the strong warrant of an oath. And loving farewell of our several friends. As far as land will let me, by your side. When they are set, enter THOMAS MOWBRAY in arms, defendant, with a Herald, The trumpets sound. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train, Enter KING RICHARD II and QUEEN, DUKE OF AUMERLE, BUSHY, GREEN, BAGOT, LORD ROSS, and LORD WILLOUGHBY, Flourish. Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. 2. Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. This is my fault: as for the rest appeall'd. must he submit? In some large measure to thy father's death. What news from Oxford? Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd. Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod. To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart. And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms. Disclaiming here the kindred of the king. But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep. Ye favourites of a king: are we not high? Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is. I was not made a horse; Spurr'd, gall'd and tired by jouncing Bolingbroke. Is near the hate of those love not the king. He was not so resolved when last we spake together. What subject can give sentence on his king? Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne. That when the searching eye of heaven is hid. Alack, poor Richard! The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul. Say, is my kingdom lost? Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries. Procure your sureties for your days of answer. Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind. Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears: Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay, This way the king will come; this is the way. In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company, Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled. That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, And will maintain what thou hast said is false, In thy heart-blood, though being all too base. Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours. What art thou? Not in Library. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption! In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers. Keeps good old York there with his men of war? Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Go to Flint castle: there I'll pine away; A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey. Currents that spring from one most gracious head. My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes. Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed! The king shall do it: must he be deposed? And with that odds he weighs King Richard down. Base court, where kings grow base. You would have bid me argue like a father. That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars. Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand. Which then our leisure would not let us hear. Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it. From the most gracious regent of this land, The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on. Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep; Which so roused up with boisterous untuned drums. Banish us both and send the king with me. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue. To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs: The favours of these men: were they not mine? And for these great affairs do ask some charge. This feast of battle with mine adversary. look upon his face; His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest; His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast: He prays but faintly and would be denied; We pray with heart and soul and all beside: His weary joints would gladly rise, I know; Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow: Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have. Act 1, Scene 4: The court. Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his; My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke. 1.1.3 4 King Richard 1.1.4 5 Old John of Gaunt, time-honored Lancaster, Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans, Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time. I do beseech your majesty. Richard II (New Shakespeare) March 1, 1968, Cambridge University Press Paperback in English - New Ed edition 052109495X 9780521094955 zzzz. All Acts and Scenes are listed on the original Richard II text page, or linked to from the bottom of this page. Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: This earth shall have a feeling and these stones, Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king. O God, O God! Richard II. that we cannot mend; They break their faith to God as well as us: The worst is death, and death will have his day. Speak it in French, king; say, 'pardonne moi.'. welcome, Bolingbroke!'. Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath. Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. Have any resting for her true king's queen. The king is come: deal mildly with his youth; For young hot colts being raged do rage the more. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground. Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour? I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks. Say, where, when, and how. The other down, unseen and full of water: Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest. To look upon my sometimes royal master's face. TEXT ID 5404cbf4 Online PDF Ebook Epub Library Richard Ii Arkangel Complete Shakespeare INTRODUCTION : #1 Richard Ii Arkangel ** PDF Richard Ii Arkangel Complete Shakespeare ** Uploaded By Corín Tellado, arkangels full cast recording of richard ii foreshadows the master playwrights more emotional and intellectual … And throw the rider headlong in the lists. Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold. And, for they cannot, die in their own pride. Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands; Our part therein we banish with yourselves--. So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke, Who all this while hath revell'd in the night. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.
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