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HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
Lords, you that here are under our arrest, |
Procure your sureties for your days of answer. |
Little are we beholding to your love, |
And little look'd for at your helping hands. |
KING RICHARD II: |
Alack, why am I sent for to a king, |
Before I have shook off the regal thoughts |
Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd |
To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs: |
Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me |
To this submission. Yet I well remember |
The favours of these men: were they not mine? |
Did they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' to me? |
So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, |
Found truth in all but one: I, in twelve thousand, none. |
God save the king! Will no man say amen? |
Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. |
God save the king! although I be not he; |
And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me. |
To do what service am I sent for hither? |
DUKE OF YORK: |
To do that office of thine own good will |
Which tired majesty did make thee offer, |
The resignation of thy state and crown |
To Henry Bolingbroke. |
KING RICHARD II: |
Give me the crown. Here, cousin, seize the crown; |
Here cousin: |
On this side my hand, and on that side yours. |
Now is this golden crown like a deep well |
That owes two buckets, filling one another, |
The emptier ever dancing in the air, |
The other down, unseen and full of water: |
That bucket down and full of tears am I, |
Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
I thought you had been willing to resign. |
KING RICHARD II: |
My crown I am; but still my griefs are mine: |
You may my glories and my state depose, |
But not my griefs; still am I king of those. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
Part of your cares you give me with your crown. |
KING RICHARD II: |
Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. |
My care is loss of care, by old care done; |
Your care is gain of care, by new care won: |
The cares I give I have, though given away; |
They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
Are you contented to resign the crown? |
KING RICHARD II: |
Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be; |
Therefore no no, for I resign to thee. |
Now mark me, how I will undo myself; |
I give this heavy weight from off my head |
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, |
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; |
With mine own tears I wash away my balm, |
With mine own hands I give away my crown, |
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, |
With mine own breath release all duty's rites: |
All pomp and majesty I do forswear; |
My manors, rents, revenues I forego; |
My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny: |
God pardon all oaths that are broke to me! |
God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee! |
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved, |
And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved! |
Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit, |
And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit! |
God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says, |
And send him many years of sunshine days! |
What more remains? |
NORTHUMBERLAND: |
No more, but that you read |
These accusations and these grievous crimes |
Committed by your person and your followers |
Against the state and profit of this land; |
That, by confessing them, the souls of men |
May deem that you are worthily deposed. |
KING RICHARD II: |
Must I do so? and must I ravel out |
My weaved-up folly? Gentle Northumberland, |
If thy offences were upon record, |
Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop |
To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst, |
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