O,had thy grandsire with a prophet's eye Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons,From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame,Deposing thee before thou wert possess'd,Which art possess'd now to depose thyself.Why,cousin,wert thou regent of the world,It were a shame to let this land by lease;But for thy world enjoying but this land,Is it not more than shame to shame it so?Landlord of England art thou now,not King.Thy state of law is bondslave to the law;And thou-KING RICHARD.A lunatic lean-witted fool,Presuming on an ague's privilege,Darest with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheek,chasing the royal blood With fury from his native residence.Now by my seat's right royal majesty,Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son,This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.GAUNT.O,Spare me not,my brother Edward's son,For that I was his father Edward's son;That blood already,like the pelican,Hast thou tapp'd out,and drunkenly carous'd.My brother Gloucester,plain well-meaning soul-Whom fair befall in heaven 'mongst happy souls!-May be a precedent and witness good That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood.Join with the present sickness that I have;And thy unkindness be like crooked age,To crop at once a too long withered flower.Live in thy shame,but die not shame with thee!These words hereafter thy tormentors be!Convey me to my bed,then to my grave.Love they to live that love and honour have.Exit,borne out by his attendants KING RICHARD.And let them die that age and sullens have;For both hast thou,and both become the grave.YORK.I do beseech your Majesty impute his words To wayward sickliness and age in him.He loves you,on my life,and holds you dear As Harry Duke of Hereford,were he here.KING RICHARD.Right,you say true:as Hereford's love,so his;As theirs,so mine;and all be as it is.
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NORTHUMBERLAND.My liege,old Gaunt commends him to your Majesty.KING RICHARD.What says he?NORTHUMBERLAND.Nay,nothing;all is said.His tongue is now a stringless instrument;Words,life,and all,old Lancaster hath spent.YORK.Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!Though death be poor,it ends a mortal woe.KING RICHARD.The ripest fruit first falls,and so doth he;His time is spent,our pilgrimage must be.So much for that.Now for our Irish wars.We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns,Which live like venom where no venom else But only they have privilege to live.And for these great affairs do ask some charge,Towards our assistance we do seize to us The plate,coin,revenues,and moveables,Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd.YORK.How long shall I be patient?Ah,how long Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong?Not Gloucester's death,nor Hereford's banishment,Nor Gaunt's rebukes,nor England's private wrongs,Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke About his marriage,nor my own disgrace,Have ever made me sour my patient cheek Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign's face.I am the last of noble Edward's sons,Of whom thy father,Prince of Wales,was first.
In war was never lion rag'd more fierce,In peace was never gentle lamb more mild,Than was that young and princely gentleman.His face thou hast,for even so look'd he,Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours;But when he frown'd,it was against the French And not against his friends.His noble hand Did win what he did spend,and spent not that Which his triumphant father's hand had won.His hands were guilty of no kindred blood,But bloody with the enemies of his kin.O Richard!York is too far gone with grief,Or else he never would compare between-KING RICHARD.
Why,uncle,what's the matter?YORK.O my liege,Pardon me,if you please;if not,I,pleas'd Not to be pardoned,am content withal.Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford?Is not Gaunt dead?and doth not Hereford live?Was not Gaunt just?and is not Harry true?Did not the one deserve to have an heir?Is not his heir a well-deserving son?Take Hereford's rights away,and take from Time His charters and his customary rights;Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day;Be not thyself-for how art thou a king But by fair sequence and succession?
Now,afore God-God forbid I say true!-If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,Call in the letters patents that he hath By his attorneys-general to sue His livery,and deny his off'red homage,You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts,And prick my tender patience to those thoughts Which honour and allegiance cannot think.KING RICHARD.Think what you will,we seize into our hands His plate,his goods,his money,and his lands.YORK.I'll not be by the while.My liege,farewell.What will ensue hereof there's none can tell;But by bad courses may be understood That their events can never fall out good.Exit KING RICHARD.Go,Bushy,to the Earl of Wiltshire straight;Bid him repair to us to Ely House To see this business.To-morrow next We will for Ireland;and 'tis time,I trow.And we create,in absence of ourself,Our Uncle York Lord Governor of England;For he is just,and always lov'd us well.Come on,our queen;to-morrow must we part;Be merry,for our time of stay is short.Flourish.Exeunt KING,QUEEN,BUSHY,AUMERLE,GREEN,and BAGOT NORTHUMBERLAND.
