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◈ History of Richard II (리처드 2세) ◈

◇ Act I ◇

해설목차  서문  1권 2권  3권  4권  5권  1595

1. Act I, Scene 1

0 London. KING RICHARD II’s palace.
1 [Enter KING RICHARD II, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other] [p]Nobles and Attendants]
2 King Richard II.
3       Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster,
4       Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,
5       Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son,
6       Here to make good the boisterous late appeal,
7       Which then our leisure would not let us hear,
8       Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
9 John of Gaunt.
10       I have, my liege.
11 King Richard II.
12       Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him,
13       If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;
14       Or worthily, as a good subject should,
15       On some known ground of treachery in him?
16 John of Gaunt.
17       As near as I could sift him on that argument,
18       On some apparent danger seen in him
19       Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.
20 King Richard II.
21       Then call them to our presence; face to face,
22       And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
23       The accuser and the accused freely speak:
24       High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
25       In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
27 Henry IV.
28       Many years of happy days befal
29       My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!
30 Thomas Mowbray.
31       Each day still better other's happiness;
32       Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
33       Add an immortal title to your crown!
34 King Richard II.
35       We thank you both: yet one but flatters us,
36       As well appeareth by the cause you come;
37       Namely to appeal each other of high treason.
38       Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
39       Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
40 Henry IV.
41       First, heaven be the record to my speech!
42       In the devotion of a subject's love,
43       Tendering the precious safety of my prince,
44       And free from other misbegotten hate,
45       Come I appellant to this princely presence.
46       Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,
47       And mark my greeting well; for what I speak
48       My body shall make good upon this earth,
49       Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.
50       Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,
51       Too good to be so and too bad to live,
52       Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,
53       The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
54       Once more, the more to aggravate the note,
55       With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat;
56       And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move,
57       What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.
58 Thomas Mowbray.
59       Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal:
60       'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
61       The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
62       Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;
63       The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this:
64       Yet can I not of such tame patience boast
65       As to be hush'd and nought at all to say:
66       First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me
67       From giving reins and spurs to my free speech;
68       Which else would post until it had return'd
69       These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
70       Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
71       And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
72       I do defy him, and I spit at him;
73       Call him a slanderous coward and a villain:
74       Which to maintain I would allow him odds,
75       And meet him, were I tied to run afoot
76       Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
77       Or any other ground inhabitable,
78       Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.
79       Mean time let this defend my loyalty,
80       By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
81 Henry IV.
82       Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
83       Disclaiming here the kindred of the king,
84       And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
85       Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.
86       If guilty dread have left thee so much strength
87       As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop:
88       By that and all the rites of knighthood else,
89       Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
90       What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.
91 Thomas Mowbray.
92       I take it up; and by that sword I swear
93       Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,
94       I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
95       Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:
96       And when I mount, alive may I not light,
97       If I be traitor or unjustly fight!
98 King Richard II.
99       What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?
100       It must be great that can inherit us
101       So much as of a thought of ill in him.
102 Henry IV.
103       Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true;
104       That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles
105       In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers,
106       The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments,
107       Like a false traitor and injurious villain.
108       Besides I say and will in battle prove,
109       Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge
110       That ever was survey'd by English eye,
111       That all the treasons for these eighteen years
112       Complotted and contrived in this land
113       Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.
114       Further I say and further will maintain
115       Upon his bad life to make all this good,
116       That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,
117       Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,
118       And consequently, like a traitor coward,
119       Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood:
120       Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,
121       Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
122       To me for justice and rough chastisement;
123       And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
124       This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
125 King Richard II.
126       How high a pitch his resolution soars!
127       Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?
128 Thomas Mowbray.
129       O, let my sovereign turn away his face
130       And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
131       Till I have told this slander of his blood,
132       How God and good men hate so foul a liar.
133 King Richard II.
134       Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears:
135       Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,
136       As he is but my father's brother's son,
137       Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow,
138       Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood
139       Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize
140       The unstooping firmness of my upright soul:
141       He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou:
142       Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.
143 Thomas Mowbray.
144       Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
145       Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
146       Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais
147       Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers;
148       The other part reserved I by consent,
149       For that my sovereign liege was in my debt
150       Upon remainder of a dear account,
151       Since last I went to France to fetch his queen:
152       Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's death,
153       I slew him not; but to my own disgrace
154       Neglected my sworn duty in that case.
155       For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster,
156       The honourable father to my foe
157       Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
158       A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul
159       But ere I last received the sacrament
160       I did confess it, and exactly begg'd
161       Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it.
162       This is my fault: as for the rest appeall'd,
163       It issues from the rancour of a villain,
164       A recreant and most degenerate traitor
165       Which in myself I boldly will defend;
166       And interchangeably hurl down my gage
167       Upon this overweening traitor's foot,
168       To prove myself a loyal gentleman
169       Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom.
170       In haste whereof, most heartily I pray
171       Your highness to assign our trial day.
172 King Richard II.
173       Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me;
174       Let's purge this choler without letting blood:
175       This we prescribe, though no physician;
176       Deep malice makes too deep incision;
177       Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed;
178       Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
179       Good uncle, let this end where it begun;
180       We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.
181 John of Gaunt.
182       To be a make-peace shall become my age:
183       Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.
184 King Richard II.
185       And, Norfolk, throw down his.
186 John of Gaunt.
187       When, Harry, when?
188       Obedience bids I should not bid again.
189 King Richard II.
190       Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot.
191 Thomas Mowbray.
192       Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot.
193       My life thou shalt command, but not my shame:
194       The one my duty owes; but my fair name,
195       Despite of death that lives upon my grave,
196       To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.
197       I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here,
198       Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear,
199       The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
200       Which breathed this poison.
201 King Richard II.
202       Rage must be withstood:
203       Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame.
204 Thomas Mowbray.
205       Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame.
206       And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,
207       The purest treasure mortal times afford
208       Is spotless reputation: that away,
209       Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
210       A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest
211       Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
212       Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:
213       Take honour from me, and my life is done:
214       Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;
215       In that I live and for that will I die.
216 King Richard II.
217       Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin.
218 Henry IV.
219       O, God defend my soul from such deep sin!
220       Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight?
221       Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height
222       Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue
223       Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong,
224       Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear
225       The slavish motive of recanting fear,
226       And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,
227       Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face.
228 [Exit JOHN OF GAUNT]
229 King Richard II.
230       We were not born to sue, but to command;
231       Which since we cannot do to make you friends,
232       Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,
233       At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day:
234       There shall your swords and lances arbitrate
235       The swelling difference of your settled hate:
236       Since we can not atone you, we shall see
237       Justice design the victor's chivalry.
238       Lord marshal, command our officers at arms
239       Be ready to direct these home alarms.
240 [Exeunt]

2. Act I, Scene 2

2 John of Gaunt.
3       Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood
4       Doth more solicit me than your exclaims,
5       To stir against the butchers of his life!
6       But since correction lieth in those hands
7       Which made the fault that we cannot correct,
8       Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;
9       Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth,
10       Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.
11 Duchess of Gloucester.
12       Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?
13       Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?
14       Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,
15       Were as seven vials of his sacred blood,
16       Or seven fair branches springing from one root:
17       Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,
18       Some of those branches by the Destinies cut;
19       But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,
20       One vial full of Edward's sacred blood,
21       One flourishing branch of his most royal root,
22       Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt,
23       Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded,
24       By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe.
25       Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! that bed, that womb,
26       That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee
27       Made him a man; and though thou livest and breathest,
28       Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent
29       In some large measure to thy father's death,
30       In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
31       Who was the model of thy father's life.
32       Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:
33       In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,
34       Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life,
35       Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee:
36       That which in mean men we intitle patience
37       Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
38       What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life,
39       The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.
40 John of Gaunt.
41       God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute,
42       His deputy anointed in His sight,
43       Hath caused his death: the which if wrongfully,
44       Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift
45       An angry arm against His minister.
46 Duchess of Gloucester.
47       Where then, alas, may I complain myself?
48 John of Gaunt.
49       To God, the widow's champion and defence.
50 Duchess of Gloucester.
51       Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.
52       Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold
53       Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight:
54       O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear,
55       That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!
56       Or, if misfortune miss the first career,
57       Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom,
58       They may break his foaming courser's back,
59       And throw the rider headlong in the lists,
60       A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford!
61       Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's wife
62       With her companion grief must end her life.
63 John of Gaunt.
64       Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry:
65       As much good stay with thee as go with me!
66 Duchess of Gloucester.
67       Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls,
68       Not with the empty hollowness, but weight:
69       I take my leave before I have begun,
70       For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
71       Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.
72       Lo, this is all:—nay, yet depart not so;
73       Though this be all, do not so quickly go;
74       I shall remember more. Bid himah, what?—
75       With all good speed at Plashy visit me.
76       Alack, and what shall good old York there see
77       But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,
78       Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?
79       And what hear there for welcome but my groans?
80       Therefore commend me; let him not come there,
81       To seek out sorrow that dwells every where.
82       Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die:
83       The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.
84 [Exeunt]

3. Act I, Scene 3

0 The lists at Coventry.
1 [Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE]
2 Lord Marshal.
3       My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?
4 Duke of Aumerle.
5       Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.
6 Lord Marshal.
7       The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
8       Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.
9 Duke of Aumerle.
10       Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay
11       For nothing but his majesty's approach.
12       [The trumpets sound, and KING RICHARD enters with]
13       his nobles, JOHN OF GAUNT, BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN, and
14       others. When they are set, enter THOMAS MOWBRAY in
15       arms, defendant, with a Herald]
16 King Richard II.
17       Marshal, demand of yonder champion
18       The cause of his arrival here in arms:
19       Ask him his name and orderly proceed
20       To swear him in the justice of his cause.
21 Lord Marshal.
22       In God's name and the king's, say who thou art
23       And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms,
24       Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel:
25       Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;
26       As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!
27 Thomas Mowbray.
28       My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk;
29       Who hither come engaged by my oath
30       Which God defend a knight should violate!—
31       Both to defend my loyalty and truth
32       To God, my king and my succeeding issue,
33       Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me
34       And, by the grace of God and this mine arm,
35       To prove him, in defending of myself,
36       A traitor to my God, my king, and me:
37       And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!
38       [The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE,]
39       appellant, in armour, with a Herald]
40 King Richard II.
41       Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,
42       Both who he is and why he cometh hither
43       Thus plated in habiliments of war,
44       And formally, according to our law,
45       Depose him in the justice of his cause.
46 Lord Marshal.
47       What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither,
48       Before King Richard in his royal lists?
49       Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel?
50       Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!
51 Henry IV.
52       Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby
53       Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,
54       To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour,
55       In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
56       That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous,
57       To God of heaven, King Richard and to me;
58       And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!
59 Lord Marshal.
60       On pain of death, no person be so bold
61       Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists,
62       Except the marshal and such officers
63       Appointed to direct these fair designs.
64 Henry IV.
65       Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand,
66       And bow my knee before his majesty:
67       For Mowbray and myself are like two men
68       That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;
69       Then let us take a ceremonious leave
70       And loving farewell of our several friends.
71 Lord Marshal.
72       The appellant in all duty greets your highness,
73       And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.
74 King Richard II.
75       We will descend and fold him in our arms.
76       Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,
77       So be thy fortune in this royal fight!
78       Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed,
79       Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.
80 Henry IV.
81       O let no noble eye profane a tear
82       For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear:
83       As confident as is the falcon's flight
84       Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
85       My loving lord, I take my leave of you;
86       Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;
87       Not sick, although I have to do with death,
88       But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.
89       Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
90       The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet:
91       O thou, the earthly author of my blood,
92       Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,
93       Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up
94       To reach at victory above my head,
95       Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;
96       And with thy blessings steel my lance's point,
97       That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat,
98       And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt,
99       Even in the lusty havior of his son.
100 John of Gaunt.
101       God in thy good cause make thee prosperous!
102       Be swift like lightning in the execution;
103       And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,
104       Fall like amazing thunder on the casque
105       Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:
106       Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.
107 Henry IV.
108       Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!
109 Thomas Mowbray.
110       However God or fortune cast my lot,
111       There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne,
112       A loyal, just and upright gentleman:
113       Never did captive with a freer heart
114       Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace
115       His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement,
116       More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
117       This feast of battle with mine adversary.
118       Most mighty liege, and my companion peers,
119       Take from my mouth the wish of happy years:
120       As gentle and as jocund as to jest
121       Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.
122 King Richard II.
123       Farewell, my lord: securely I espy
124       Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.
125       Order the trial, marshal, and begin.
126 Lord Marshal.
127       Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
128       Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!
129 Henry IV.
130       Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen.
131 Lord Marshal.
132       Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.
133 First Herald.
134       Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
135       Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself,
136       On pain to be found false and recreant,
137       To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,
138       A traitor to his God, his king and him;
139       And dares him to set forward to the fight.
140 Second Herald.
141       Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
142       On pain to be found false and recreant,
143       Both to defend himself and to approve
144       Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
145       To God, his sovereign and to him disloyal;
146       Courageously and with a free desire
147       Attending but the signal to begin.
148 Lord Marshal.
149       Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.
150       [A charge sounded]
151       Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.
152 King Richard II.
153       Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
154       And both return back to their chairs again:
155       Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound
156       While we return these dukes what we decree.
157       [A long flourish]
158       Draw near,
159       And list what with our council we have done.
160       For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd
161       With that dear blood which it hath fostered;
162       And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
163       Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' sword;
164       And for we think the eagle-winged pride
165       Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,
166       With rival-hating envy, set on you
167       To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle
168       Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;
169       Which so roused up with boisterous untuned drums,
170       With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray,
171       And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,
172       Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace
173       And make us wade even in our kindred's blood,
174       Therefore, we banish you our territories:
175       You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,
176       Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields
177       Shall not regreet our fair dominions,
178       But tread the stranger paths of banishment.
179 Henry IV.
180       Your will be done: this must my comfort be,
181       Sun that warms you here shall shine on me;
182       And those his golden beams to you here lent
183       Shall point on me and gild my banishment.
184 King Richard II.
185       Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
186       Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:
187       The sly slow hours shall not determinate
188       The dateless limit of thy dear exile;
189       The hopeless word of 'never to return'
190       Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
191 Thomas Mowbray.
192       A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,
193       And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth:
194       A dearer merit, not so deep a maim
195       As to be cast forth in the common air,
196       Have I deserved at your highness' hands.
197       The language I have learn'd these forty years,
198       My native English, now I must forego:
199       And now my tongue's use is to me no more
200       Than an unstringed viol or a harp,
201       Or like a cunning instrument cased up,
202       Or, being open, put into his hands
203       That knows no touch to tune the harmony:
204       Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue,
205       Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips;
206       And dull unfeeling barren ignorance
207       Is made my gaoler to attend on me.
208       I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
209       Too far in years to be a pupil now:
210       What is thy sentence then but speechless death,
211       Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?
212 King Richard II.
213       It boots thee not to be compassionate:
214       After our sentence plaining comes too late.
215 Thomas Mowbray.
216       Then thus I turn me from my country's light,
217       To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.
218 King Richard II.
219       Return again, and take an oath with thee.
220       Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands;
221       Swear by the duty that you owe to God
222       Our part therein we banish with yourselves
223       To keep the oath that we administer:
224       You never shall, so help you truth and God!
225       Embrace each other's love in banishment;
226       Nor never look upon each other's face;
227       Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile
228       This louring tempest of your home-bred hate;
229       Nor never by advised purpose meet
230       To plot, contrive, or complot any ill
231       'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.
232 Henry IV.
233       I swear.
234 Thomas Mowbray.
235       And I, to keep all this.
236 Henry IV.
237       Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:—
238       By this time, had the king permitted us,
239       One of our souls had wander'd in the air.
240       Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh,
241       As now our flesh is banish'd from this land:
242       Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm;
243       Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
244       The clogging burthen of a guilty soul.
245 Thomas Mowbray.
246       No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor,
247       My name be blotted from the book of life,
248       And I from heaven banish'd as from hence!
249       But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know;
250       And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue.
251       Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray;
252       Save back to England, all the world's my way.
253 [Exit]
254 King Richard II.
255       Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes
256       I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect
257       Hath from the number of his banish'd years
258       Pluck'd four away.
260       Six frozen winter spent,
261       Return with welcome home from banishment.
262 Henry IV.
263       How long a time lies in one little word!
264       Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
265       End in a word: such is the breath of kings.
266 John of Gaunt.
267       I thank my liege, that in regard of me
268       He shortens four years of my son's exile:
269       But little vantage shall I reap thereby;
270       For, ere the six years that he hath to spend
271       Can change their moons and bring their times about
272       My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light
273       Shall be extinct with age and endless night;
274       My inch of taper will be burnt and done,
275       And blindfold death not let me see my son.
276 King Richard II.
277       Why uncle, thou hast many years to live.
278 John of Gaunt.
279       But not a minute, king, that thou canst give:
280       Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,
281       And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;
282       Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
283       But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage;
284       Thy word is current with him for my death,
285       But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.
286 King Richard II.
287       Thy son is banish'd upon good advice,
288       Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave:
289       Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour?
290 John of Gaunt.
291       Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
292       You urged me as a judge; but I had rather
293       You would have bid me argue like a father.
294       O, had it been a stranger, not my child,
295       To smooth his fault I should have been more mild:
296       A partial slander sought I to avoid,
297       And in the sentence my own life destroy'd.
298       Alas, I look'd when some of you should say,
299       I was too strict to make mine own away;
300       But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue
301       Against my will to do myself this wrong.
302 King Richard II.
303       Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so:
304       Six years we banish him, and he shall go.
305 [Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train]
306 Duke of Aumerle.
307       Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know,
308       From where you do remain let paper show.
309 Lord Marshal.
310       My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride,
311       As far as land will let me, by your side.
312 John of Gaunt.
313       O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words,
314       That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends?
315 Henry IV.
316       I have too few to take my leave of you,
317       When the tongue's office should be prodigal
318       To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart.
319 John of Gaunt.
320       Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.
321 Henry IV.
322       Joy absent, grief is present for that time.
323 John of Gaunt.
324       What is six winters? they are quickly gone.
325 Henry IV.
326       To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.
327 John of Gaunt.
328       Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.
329 Henry IV.
330       My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,
331       Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage.
332 John of Gaunt.
333       The sullen passage of thy weary steps
334       Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set
335       The precious jewel of thy home return.
336 Henry IV.
337       Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make
338       Will but remember me what a deal of world
339       I wander from the jewels that I love.
340       Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
341       To foreign passages, and in the end,
342       Having my freedom, boast of nothing else
343       But that I was a journeyman to grief?
344 John of Gaunt.
345       All places that the eye of heaven visits
346       Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
347       Teach thy necessity to reason thus;
348       There is no virtue like necessity.
349       Think not the king did banish thee,
350       But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit,
351       Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
352       Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour
353       And not the king exiled thee; or suppose
354       Devouring pestilence hangs in our air
355       And thou art flying to a fresher clime:
356       Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
357       To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou comest:
358       Suppose the singing birds musicians,
359       The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd,
360       The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more
361       Than a delightful measure or a dance;
362       For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
363       The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
364 Henry IV.
365       O, who can hold a fire in his hand
366       By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
367       Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
368       By bare imagination of a feast?
369       Or wallow naked in December snow
370       By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
371       O, no! the apprehension of the good
372       Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:
373       Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more
374       Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.
375 John of Gaunt.
376       Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way:
377       Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.
378 Henry IV.
379       Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu;
380       My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!
381       Where'er I wander, boast of this I can,
382       Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman.
383 [Exeunt]

4. Act I, Scene 4

0 The court.
1 [Enter KING RICHARD II, with BAGOT and GREEN at one] [p]door; and the DUKE OF AUMERLE at another]
2 King Richard II.
3       We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,
4       How far brought you high Hereford on his way?
5 Duke of Aumerle.
6       I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,
7       But to the next highway, and there I left him.
8 King Richard II.
9       And say, what store of parting tears were shed?
10 Duke of Aumerle.
11       Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind,
12       Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
13       Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance
14       Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.
15 King Richard II.
16       What said our cousin when you parted with him?
17 Duke of Aumerle.
18       'Farewell:'
19       And, for my heart disdained that my tongue
20       Should so profane the word, that taught me craft
21       To counterfeit oppression of such grief
22       That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.
23       Marry, would the word 'farewell' have lengthen'd hours
24       And added years to his short banishment,
25       He should have had a volume of farewells;
26       But since it would not, he had none of me.
27 King Richard II.
28       He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,
29       When time shall call him home from banishment,
30       Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.
31       Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green
32       Observed his courtship to the common people;
33       How he did seem to dive into their hearts
34       With humble and familiar courtesy,
35       What reverence he did throw away on slaves,
36       Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles
37       And patient underbearing of his fortune,
38       As 'twere to banish their affects with him.
39       Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;
40       A brace of draymen bid God speed him well
41       And had the tribute of his supple knee,
42       With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;'
43       As were our England in reversion his,
44       And he our subjects' next degree in hope.
45 Green.
46       Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.
47       Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,
14       Expedient manage must be made, my liege,
15       Ere further leisure yield them further means
16       For their advantage and your highness' loss.
17 King Richard II.
18       We will ourself in person to this war:
19       And, for our coffers, with too great a court
20       And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,
21       We are inforced to farm our royal realm;
22       The revenue whereof shall furnish us
23       For our affairs in hand: if that come short,
24       Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters;
25       Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,
26       They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold
27       And send them after to supply our wants;
28       For we will make for Ireland presently.
29       [Enter BUSHY]
30       Bushy, what news?
31 Bushy.
32       Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,
33       Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste
34       To entreat your majesty to visit him.
35 King Richard II.
36       Where lies he?
37 Bushy.
38       At Ely House.
39 King Richard II.
40       Now put it, God, in the physician's mind
41       To help him to his grave immediately!
42       The lining of his coffers shall make coats
43       To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.
44       Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him:
45       Pray God we may make haste, and come too late!
46 All.
47       Amen.
【 】Act I
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