Wales. Before Flint Castle.
(Bullingbrook; York; Northumberland; Attendants; Harry Percy; King Richard; Carlisle; Aumerle; Scroop; Salisbury)English
Bullingbrook learns that Richard is defenseless at Flint Castle and that all of his followers have fled. York is becoming suspicious of his nephew’s intentions, and warns him not to go too far. Bullingbrook insists that he has only returned for the sake of the lands that Richard confiscated on Gaunt’s death, and to have his banishment repealed. He sends a message to the King asking for this, threatening otherwise to use his army. Richard appears majestically on the walls of the castle to answer, and the rebels are impressed despite themselves. The King agrees to speak with Bullingbrook, and to himself laments ever having banished him. Knowing there is no other option, he resigns himself to placing himself in Bullingbrook’s power. He leaves the castle, and agrees to follow Bullingbrook wherever he wishes. (214 lines)
Enter, with Drum and Colors, Bullingbrook, York, Northumberland, Attendants, and forces. BULL. YORK. NORTH. Attendants
So that by this intelligence we learn
The Welshmen are dispers’d, and Salisbury
Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed
With some few private friends upon this coast.
The news is very fair and good, my lord:
Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.
It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
To say King Richard. Alack the heavy day
When such a sacred king should hide his head!
Your Grace mistakes; only to be brief
Left I his title out.
The time hath been,
Would you have been so brief with him, he would
Have been so brief with you to shorten you,
For taking so the head, your whole head’s length.
Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.
Take not, good cousin, further than you should,
Lest you mistake the heavens are over our heads.
I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself
Against their will. But who comes here?
Enter Harry Percy. PERCY.
Welcome, Harry. What, will not this castle yield?
The castle royally is mann’d, my lord,
Against thy entrance.
Why, it contains no king.
Yes, my good lord,
It doth contain a king. King Richard lies
Within the limits of yon lime and stone,
And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman
Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.
O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.
To Northumberland. BULL. NORTH.
Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle;
Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley
Into his ruin’d ears, and thus deliver:
On both his knees doth kiss King Richard’s hand,
And sends allegiance and true faith of heart
To his most royal person; hither come
Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,
Provided that my banishment repeal’d
And lands restor’d again be freely granted.
If not, I’ll use the advantage of my power,
And lay the summer’s dust with show’rs of blood
Rain’d from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen,
The which, how far off from the mind of Bullingbrook
It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench
The fresh green lap of fair King Richard’s land,
My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
Go signify as much, while here we march
Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.
Northumberland advances to the castle, with a Trumpet. NORTH.
Let’s march without the noise of threat’ning drum,
That from this castle’s tattered battlements
Our fair appointments may be well perus’d.
Methinks King Richard and myself should meet
With no less terror than the elements
Of fire and water, when their thund’ring shock
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
Be he the fire, I’ll be the yielding water;
The rage be his, whilst on the earth I rain
My waters—on the earth, and not on him.
March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.
The trumpets sound parle without and answer within; then a flourish.
Richard appeareth on the walls with Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop, Salisbury. K. RICH. CAR. AUM. SCROOP. SAL.
See, see, King Richard doth himself appear,
As doth the blushing discontented sun
From out the fiery portal of the east,
When he perceives the envious clouds are bent
To dim his glory and to stain the track
Of his bright passage to the occident.
Yet looks he like a king! Behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle’s, lightens forth
Controlling majesty. Alack, alack for woe,
That any harm should stain so fair a show!
To Northumberland. K. RICH. NORTH.
We are amaz’d, and thus long have we stood
To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
Because we thought ourself thy lawful king;
And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
To pay their aweful duty to our presence?
If we be not, show us the hand of God
That hath dismiss’d us from our stewardship,
For well we know no hand of blood and bone
Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,
Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
And though you think that all, as you have done,
Have torn their souls by turning them from us,
And we are barren and bereft of friends,
Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
Armies of pestilence, and they shall strike
Your children yet unborn and unbegot,
That lift your vassal hands against my head,
And threat the glory of my precious crown.
Tell Bullingbrook—for yon methinks he stands—
That every stride he makes upon my land
Is dangerous treason. He is come to open
The purple testament of bleeding war;
But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers’ sons
Shall ill become the flower of England’s face,
Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
To scarlet indignation, and bedew
Her pasters’ grass with faithful English blood.
The King of heaven forbid our lord the King
Should so with civil and uncivil arms
Be rush’d upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin,
Harry Bullingbrook, doth humbly kiss thy hand,
And by the honorable tomb he swears
That stands upon your royal grandsire’s bones,
And by the royalties of both your bloods,
Currents that spring from one most gracious head,
And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
And by the worth and honor of himself,
Comprising all that may be sworn or said,
His coming hither hath no further scope
Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
Enfranchisement immediate on his knees,
Which on thy royal party granted once,
His glittering arms he will commend to rust,
His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
To faithful service of your Majesty.
This swears he, as he is a prince, is just,
And as I am a gentleman I credit him.
Northumberland, say thus the King returns:
His noble cousin is right welcome hither,
And all the number of his fair demands
Shall be accomplish’d without contradiction.
With all the gracious utterance thou hast
Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.
Northumberland withdraws to Bullingbrook. NORTH.
To Aumerle. K. RICH. AUM.
We do debase ourselves, cousin, do we not,
To look so poorly and to speak so fair?
Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
Defiance to the traitor, and so die?
No, good my lord, let’s fight with gentle swords.
Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords.
O God, O God, that e’er this tongue of mine
That laid the sentence of dread banishment
On yon proud man should take it off again
With words of sooth! O that I were as great
As is my grief, or lesser than my name!
Or that I could forget what I have been!
Or not remember what I must be now!
Swell’st thou, proud heart? I’ll give thee scope to beat,
Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
Northumberland comes back from Bullingbrook.
What must the King do now? Must he submit?
The King shall do it. Must he be depos’d?
The King shall be contented. Must he lose
The name of king? A’ God’s name let it go.
I’ll give my jewels for a set of beads,
My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,
My gay apparel for an almsman’s gown,
My figur’d goblets for a dish of wood,
My sceptre for a palmer’s walking-staff,
My subjects for a pair of carved saints,
And my large kingdom for a little grave,
A little little grave, an obscure grave—
Or I’ll be buried in the king’s high way,
Some way of common trade, where subjects’ feet
May hourly trample on their sovereign’s head;
For on my heart they tread now whilst I live,
And buried once, why not upon my head?
Aumerle, thou weep’st, my tender-hearted cousin!
We’ll make foul weather with despised tears;
Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,
And make a dearth in this revolting land.
Or shall we play the wantons with our woes
And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
As thus to drop them still upon one place,
Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
Within the earth, and, therein laid—there lies
Two kinsmen digg’d their graves with weeping eyes.
Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
I talk but idlely, and you laugh at me.
Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland,
What says King Bullingbrook? Will his Majesty
Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
You make a leg, and Bullingbrook says ay.
My lord, in the base court he doth attend
To speak with you, may it please you to come down.
Down, down I come, like glist’ring Phaëton,
Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base,
To come at traitors’ calls and do them grace.
In the base court, come down? Down court! Down king!
For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
Exeunt above. K. RICH. CAR. AUM. SCROOP. SAL.
What says his Majesty?
Sorrow and grief of heart
Makes him speak fondly like a frantic man,
Yet he is come.
Enter King Richard and his Attendants below. K. RICH. CAR. AUM. SCROOP. SAL.
Stand all apart,
And show fair duty to his Majesty.
He kneels down. BULL.
My gracious lord—
Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee
To make the base earth proud with kissing it.
Me rather had my heart might feel your love
Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.
Up, cousin, up, your heart is up, I know,
Thus high at least
Touching his crown. K. RICH.
although your knee be low.
My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
As my true service shall deserve your love.
Well you deserve; they well deserve to have
That know the strong’st and surest way to get.
Uncle, give me your hands; nay, dry your eyes—
Tears show their love, but want their remedies.
Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
Though you are old enough to be my heir.
What you will have, I’ll give, and willing too,
For do we must what force will have us do.
Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?
Yea, my good lord.
Then I must not say no.
Flourish. Exeunt. BULL. YORK. NORTH. Attendants PERCY. K. RICH. CAR. AUM. SCROOP. SAL.