Speeches (Lines) for Earl of Northumberland in "History of Richard II"

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1 II / 1
  • My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.
  • My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.
  • King Richard II. Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his;
    As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.

    Earl of Northumberland. My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty.

2 II / 1
  • Nay, nothing; all is said
    His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
    Wor...
  • Nay, nothing; all is said
    His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
    Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
  • King Richard II. What says he?

    Earl of Northumberland. Nay, nothing; all is said
    His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
    Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent.

3 II / 1
  • Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.
  • Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.
  • King Richard II. 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 loved us well.
    Come on, our queen: to-morrow must we part;
    Be merry, for our time of stay is short
    [Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II, QUEEN, DUKE OF]
    AUMERLE, BUSHY, GREEN, and BAGOT]

    Earl of Northumberland. Well, lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead.

4 II / 1
  • Richly in both, if justice had her right.
  • Richly in both, if justice had her right.
  • Lord Willoughby. Barely in title, not in revenue.

    Earl of Northumberland. Richly in both, if justice had her right.

5 II / 1
  • Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more
    That speaks thy words agai...
  • Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more
    That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!
  • Lord Ross. My heart is great; but it must break with silence,
    Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue.

    Earl of Northumberland. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more
    That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!

6 II / 1
  • Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne
    In him, a royal prince, and...
  • Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne
    In him, a royal prince, and many moe
    Of noble blood in this declining land.
    The king is not himself, but basely led
    By flatterers; and what they will inform,
    Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all,
    That will the king severely prosecute
    'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.
  • Lord Ross. No good at all that I can do for him;
    Unless you call it good to pity him,
    Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.

    Earl of Northumberland. Now, afore God, 'tis shame such wrongs are borne
    In him, a royal prince, and many moe
    Of noble blood in this declining land.
    The king is not himself, but basely led
    By flatterers; and what they will inform,
    Merely in hate, 'gainst any of us all,
    That will the king severely prosecute
    'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs.

7 II / 1
  • Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not,
    But basely yielded upon com...
  • Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not,
    But basely yielded upon compromise
    That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows:
    More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.
  • Lord Willoughby. And daily new exactions are devised,
    As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what:
    But what, o' God's name, doth become of this?

    Earl of Northumberland. Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he hath not,
    But basely yielded upon compromise
    That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows:
    More hath he spent in peace than they in wars.

8 II / 1
  • Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.
  • Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.
  • Lord Willoughby. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man.

    Earl of Northumberland. Reproach and dissolution hangeth over him.

9 II / 1
  • His noble kinsman: most degenerate king!
    But, lords, we hear this fearful te...
  • His noble kinsman: most degenerate king!
    But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,
    Yet see no shelter to avoid the storm;
    We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
    And yet we strike not, but securely perish.
  • Lord Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars,
    His burthenous taxations notwithstanding,
    But by the robbing of the banish'd duke.

    Earl of Northumberland. His noble kinsman: most degenerate king!
    But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,
    Yet see no shelter to avoid the storm;
    We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
    And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

10 II / 1
  • Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death
    I spy life peering; but I dare...
  • Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death
    I spy life peering; but I dare not say
    How near the tidings of our comfort is.
  • Lord Ross. We see the very wreck that we must suffer;
    And unavoided is the danger now,
    For suffering so the causes of our wreck.

    Earl of Northumberland. Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death
    I spy life peering; but I dare not say
    How near the tidings of our comfort is.

11 II / 1
  • Then thus: I have from Port le Blanc, a bay
    In Brittany, received intelligen...
  • Then thus: I have from Port le Blanc, a bay
    In Brittany, received intelligence
    That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord Cobham,
    [--]
    That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,
    His brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury,
    Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston,
    Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton and Francis Quoint,
    All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Bretagne
    With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war,
    Are making hither with all due expedience
    And shortly mean to touch our northern shore:
    Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay
    The first departing of the king for Ireland.
    If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,
    Imp out our drooping country's broken wing,
    Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown,
    Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt
    And make high majesty look like itself,
    Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh;
    But if you faint, as fearing to do so,
    Stay and be secret, and myself will go.
  • Lord Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland:
    We three are but thyself; and, speaking so,
    Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold.

    Earl of Northumberland. Then thus: I have from Port le Blanc, a bay
    In Brittany, received intelligence
    That Harry Duke of Hereford, Rainold Lord Cobham,
    [--]
    That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,
    His brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury,
    Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ramston,
    Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton and Francis Quoint,
    All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Bretagne
    With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war,
    Are making hither with all due expedience
    And shortly mean to touch our northern shore:
    Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay
    The first departing of the king for Ireland.
    If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,
    Imp out our drooping country's broken wing,
    Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown,
    Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt
    And make high majesty look like itself,
    Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh;
    But if you faint, as fearing to do so,
    Stay and be secret, and myself will go.

12 II / 3
  • Believe me, noble lord,
    I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:
    These h...
  • Believe me, noble lord,
    I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:
    These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
    Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome,
    And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
    Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
    But I bethink me what a weary way
    From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found
    In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,
    Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
    The tediousness and process of my travel:
    But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
    The present benefit which I possess;
    And hope to joy is little less in joy
    Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords
    Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done
    By sight of what I have, your noble company.
  • Henry IV. How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?

    Earl of Northumberland. Believe me, noble lord,
    I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:
    These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
    Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome,
    And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
    Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
    But I bethink me what a weary way
    From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found
    In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,
    Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
    The tediousness and process of my travel:
    But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
    The present benefit which I possess;
    And hope to joy is little less in joy
    Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords
    Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done
    By sight of what I have, your noble company.

13 II / 3
  • It is my son, young Harry Percy,
    Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoeve...
  • It is my son, young Harry Percy,
    Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.
    Harry, how fares your uncle?
  • Henry IV. Of much less value is my company
    Than your good words. But who comes here?

    Earl of Northumberland. It is my son, young Harry Percy,
    Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.
    Harry, how fares your uncle?

14 II / 3
  • Why, is he not with the queen?
  • Why, is he not with the queen?
  • Hotspur (Henry Percy). I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his health of you.

    Earl of Northumberland. Why, is he not with the queen?

15 II / 3
  • What was his reason?
    He was not so resolved when last we spake together.
  • What was his reason?
    He was not so resolved when last we spake together.
  • Hotspur (Henry Percy). No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court,
    Broken his staff of office and dispersed
    The household of the king.

    Earl of Northumberland. What was his reason?
    He was not so resolved when last we spake together.

16 II / 3
  • Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?
  • Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?
  • Hotspur (Henry Percy). Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.
    But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh,
    To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
    And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover
    What power the Duke of York had levied there;
    Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.

    Earl of Northumberland. Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?

17 II / 3
  • Then learn to know him now; this is the duke.
  • Then learn to know him now; this is the duke.
  • Hotspur (Henry Percy). No, my good lord, for that is not forgot
    Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge,
    I never in my life did look on him.

    Earl of Northumberland. Then learn to know him now; this is the duke.

18 II / 3
  • How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir
    Keeps good old York there with his...
  • How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir
    Keeps good old York there with his men of war?
  • Henry IV. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure
    I count myself in nothing else so happy
    As in a soul remembering my good friends;
    And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,
    It shall be still thy true love's recompense:
    My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.

    Earl of Northumberland. How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir
    Keeps good old York there with his men of war?

19 II / 3
  • Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,
    Bloody with spurring, fiery-red...
  • Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,
    Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.
  • Hotspur (Henry Percy). There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees,
    Mann'd with three hundred men, as I have heard;
    And in it are the Lords of York, Berkeley, and Seymour;
    None else of name and noble estimate.

    Earl of Northumberland. Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,
    Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.

20 II / 3
  • It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.
  • It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.
  • Henry IV. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor;
    Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,
    Stands for my bounty. But who comes here?

    Earl of Northumberland. It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.

21 II / 3
  • The noble duke hath been too much abused.
  • The noble duke hath been too much abused.
  • Henry IV. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford;
    But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
    And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace
    Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:
    You are my father, for methinks in you
    I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father,
    Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd
    A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties
    Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away
    To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?
    If that my cousin king be King of England,
    It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.
    You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin;
    Had you first died, and he been thus trod down,
    He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father,
    To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.
    I am denied to sue my livery here,
    And yet my letters-patents give me leave:
    My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold,
    And these and all are all amiss employ'd.
    What would you have me do? I am a subject,
    And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me;
    And therefore, personally I lay my claim
    To my inheritance of free descent.

    Earl of Northumberland. The noble duke hath been too much abused.

22 II / 3
  • The noble duke hath sworn his coming is
    But for his own; and for the right o...
  • The noble duke hath sworn his coming is
    But for his own; and for the right of that
    We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;
    And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath!
  • Edmund of Langley. My lords of England, let me tell you this:
    I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs
    And laboured all I could to do him right;
    But in this kind to come, in braving arms,
    Be his own carver and cut out his way,
    To find out right with wrong, it may not be;
    And you that do abet him in this kind
    Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.

    Earl of Northumberland. The noble duke hath sworn his coming is
    But for his own; and for the right of that
    We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;
    And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath!

23 III / 3
  • The news is very fair and good, my lord:
    Richard not far from hence hath hid...
  • The news is very fair and good, my lord:
    Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.
  • Henry IV. So that by this intelligence we learn
    The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury
    Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed
    With some few private friends upon this coast.

    Earl of Northumberland. The news is very fair and good, my lord:
    Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.

24 III / 3
  • Your grace mistakes; only to be brief
    Left I his title out.
  • Your grace mistakes; only to be brief
    Left I his title out.
  • Edmund of Langley. It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
    To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day
    When such a sacred king should hide his head.

    Earl of Northumberland. Your grace mistakes; only to be brief
    Left I his title out.

25 III / 3
  • O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.
  • O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.
  • Hotspur (Henry Percy). 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.

    Earl of Northumberland. O, belike it is the Bishop of Carlisle.

26 III / 3
  • The king of heaven forbid our lord the king
    Should so with civil and uncivil...
  • 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 Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand;
    And by the honourable 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 honour 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.
  • King Richard II. We are amazed; and thus long have we stood
    To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
    [To NORTHUMBERLAND]
    Because we thought ourself thy lawful king:
    And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
    To pay their awful duty to our presence?
    If we be not, show us the hand of God
    That hath dismissed 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 Bolingbroke--for yond 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 pastures' grass with faithful English blood.

    Earl of Northumberland. 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 Bolingbroke doth humbly kiss thy hand;
    And by the honourable 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 honour 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.

27 III / 3
  • My lord, in the base court he doth attend
    To speak with you; may it please y...
  • My lord, in the base court he doth attend
    To speak with you; may it please you to come down.
  • King Richard II. What must the king do now? must he submit?
    The king shall do it: must he be deposed?
    The king shall be contented: must he lose
    The name of king? o' 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 figured 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 highway,
    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 idly, and you laugh at me.
    Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland,
    What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty
    Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
    You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.

    Earl of Northumberland. My lord, in the base court he doth attend
    To speak with you; may it please you to come down.

28 III / 3
  • Sorrow and grief of heart
    Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man
    Yet...
  • Sorrow and grief of heart
    Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man
    Yet he is come.
  • Henry IV. What says his majesty?

    Earl of Northumberland. Sorrow and grief of heart
    Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man
    Yet he is come.

29 IV / 1
  • Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains,
    Of capital treason we arrest...
  • Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains,
    Of capital treason we arrest you here.
    My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge
    To keep him safely till his day of trial.
    May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit.
  • Bishop of Carlisle. Marry. God forbid!
    Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
    Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
    Would God that any in this noble presence
    Were enough noble to be upright judge
    Of noble Richard! then true noblesse would
    Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
    What subject can give sentence on his king?
    And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?
    Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear,
    Although apparent guilt be seen in them;
    And shall the figure of God's majesty,
    His captain, steward, deputy-elect,
    Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
    Be judged by subject and inferior breath,
    And he himself not present? O, forfend it, God,
    That in a Christian climate souls refined
    Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
    I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
    Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king:
    My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
    Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
    And if you crown him, let me prophesy:
    The blood of English shall manure the ground,
    And future ages groan for this foul act;
    Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
    And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars
    Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound;
    Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny
    Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
    The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.
    O, if you raise this house against this house,
    It will the woefullest division prove
    That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
    Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,
    Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe!

    Earl of Northumberland. Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains,
    Of capital treason we arrest you here.
    My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge
    To keep him safely till his day of trial.
    May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit.

30 IV / 1
  • No more, but that you read
    These accusations and these grievous crimes
    C...
  • 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. 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?

    Earl of 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.

31 IV / 1
  • My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles.
  • My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles.
  • 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,
    There shouldst thou find one heinous article,
    Containing the deposing of a king
    And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,
    Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:
    Nay, all of you that stand and look upon,
    Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,
    Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands
    Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
    Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,
    And water cannot wash away your sin.

    Earl of Northumberland. My lord, dispatch; read o'er these articles.

32 IV / 1
  • My lord,--
  • My lord,--
  • King Richard II. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:
    And yet salt water blinds them not so much
    But they can see a sort of traitors here.
    Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
    I find myself a traitor with the rest;
    For I have given here my soul's consent
    To undeck the pompous body of a king;
    Made glory base and sovereignty a slave,
    Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.

    Earl of Northumberland. My lord,--

33 IV / 1
  • Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.
  • Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.
  • Henry IV. Go some of you and fetch a looking-glass.

    Earl of Northumberland. Read o'er this paper while the glass doth come.

34 IV / 1
  • The commons will not then be satisfied.
  • The commons will not then be satisfied.
  • Henry IV. Urge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.

    Earl of Northumberland. The commons will not then be satisfied.

35 V / 1
  • My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed:
    You must to Pomfret, not unto t...
  • My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed:
    You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.
    And, madam, there is order ta'en for you;
    With all swift speed you must away to France.
  • King Richard II. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts,
    I had been still a happy king of men.
    Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France:
    Think I am dead and that even here thou takest,
    As from my death-bed, thy last living leave.
    In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire
    With good old folks and let them tell thee tales
    Of woeful ages long ago betid;
    And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs,
    Tell thou the lamentable tale of me
    And send the hearers weeping to their beds:
    For why, the senseless brands will sympathize
    The heavy accent of thy moving tongue
    And in compassion weep the fire out;
    And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,
    For the deposing of a rightful king.

    Earl of Northumberland. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is changed:
    You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.
    And, madam, there is order ta'en for you;
    With all swift speed you must away to France.

36 V / 1
  • My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
    Take leave and part; for you must...
  • My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
    Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith.
  • King Richard II. Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
    The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,
    The time shall not be many hours of age
    More than it is ere foul sin gathering head
    Shalt break into corruption: thou shalt think,
    Though he divide the realm and give thee half,
    It is too little, helping him to all;
    And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way
    To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
    Being ne'er so little urged, another way
    To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.
    The love of wicked men converts to fear;
    That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both
    To worthy danger and deserved death.

    Earl of Northumberland. My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
    Take leave and part; for you must part forthwith.

37 V / 1
  • That were some love but little policy.
  • That were some love but little policy.
  • Queen. Banish us both and send the king with me.

    Earl of Northumberland. That were some love but little policy.

38 V / 6
  • First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
    The next news is, I have to...
  • First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
    The next news is, I have to London sent
    The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:
    The manner of their taking may appear
    At large discoursed in this paper here.
  • Henry IV. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
    Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
    Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire;
    But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.
    [Enter NORTHUMBERLAND]
    Welcome, my lord. what is the news?

    Earl of Northumberland. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
    The next news is, I have to London sent
    The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:
    The manner of their taking may appear
    At large discoursed in this paper here.

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