York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here? Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear? [Kneels. Hear me, gentle liege. Boling. Rise up, good aunt. Duch. Not yet, I thee beseech. 92 For ever will I walk upon my knees, And never see day that the happy sees, Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy, By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.96 Aum. Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee. [Kneels. York. Against them both my true joints bended be. [Kneels. Ill mayst thou thrive if thou grant any grace! Duch. Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face; 100 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; Duch. Nay, do not say 'stand up;' But 'pardon' first, and afterwards 'stand up. An if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, 113 'Pardon' should be the first word of thy speech. I never long'd to hear a word till now; Say 'pardon,' king; let pity teach thee how: 116 The word is short, but not so short as sweet; No word like 'pardon,' for kings' mouths so meet. York. Speak it in French, king; say, 'pardonnez moy.' Duch. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? 120 Ah! my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, Pity may move thee pardon to rehearse. 128 I do not sue to stand; Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. Boling. I pardon him, as God shall pardon SCENE IV. Another Room in the Castle. Enter EXTON and a Servant. Exton. Didst thou not mark the king, what words he spake? 'Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?' Was it not so? Serv. Those were his very words. Enter KING RICHARD. 44 With being nothing. Music do I hear? [Music. My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, 52 Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. K. Rich. I have been studying how I may Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is compare This prison where I live unto the world: 8 Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart 16 20 As thus, 'Come, little ones;' and then again, 36 With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd 40 man, 64 68 76 With much ado at length have gotten leave How went he under him? Groom. So proudly as if he disdain'd the ground. K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! 84 That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Enter Keeper, with a dish. Keep. [To the Groom.] Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. 96 Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say. [Exit. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Extcn, who lately came from the king, commands the contrary. K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. 104 [Strikes the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help! Enter EXTON and Servants, armed. K. Rich. How now! what means death in this rude assault? Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's instrument. 108 [Snatching a weapon and killing one. Go thou and fill another room in hell. [He kills another: then EXTON strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land. Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high, 112 Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. [Dies. Exton. As full of valour as of royal blood: Both have I spilt; O! would the deed were good; For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead king to the living king I'll bear. Take hence the rest and give them burial here. [Exeunt. 116 SCENE VI.-Windsor. An Apartment in the Castle. Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE and YORK, with Lords and Attendants. Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consum'd with fire Welcome, my lord. What is the news? North. First, to thy sacred state wish ï all happiness. The next news is: I have to London sent The manner of their taking may appear 8 Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains, And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. 12 Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou With Cain go wander through the shade of hast wrought A deed of slander with thy fatal hand Boling. They love not poison that do poison night, And never show thy head by day nor light. 44 48 Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote. No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; 4 No more shall trenching war channel her fields, For our advantage on the bitter cross. 32 West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, 40 And many limits of the charge set down 16 As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,- 44 |