Speeches (Lines) for Queen in "History of Richard II"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 II / 1
  • How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster?
  • How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster?
  • Edmund of Langley. The king is come: deal mildly with his youth;
    For young hot colts being raged do rage the more.

    Queen. How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster?

2 II / 2
  • To please the king I did; to please myself
    I cannot do it; yet I know no cau...
  • To please the king I did; to please myself
    I cannot do it; yet I know no cause
    Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
    Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest
    As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks,
    Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
    Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
    With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves,
    More than with parting from my lord the king.
  • Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad:
    You promised, when you parted with the king,
    To lay aside life-harming heaviness
    And entertain a cheerful disposition.

    Queen. To please the king I did; to please myself
    I cannot do it; yet I know no cause
    Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
    Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest
    As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks,
    Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
    Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
    With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves,
    More than with parting from my lord the king.

3 II / 2
  • It may be so; but yet my inward soul
    Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er i...
  • It may be so; but yet my inward soul
    Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be,
    I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad
    As, though on thinking on no thought I think,
    Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.
  • Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,
    Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;
    For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,
    Divides one thing entire to many objects;
    Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon
    Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry
    Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,
    Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
    Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail;
    Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows
    Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,
    More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen;
    Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,
    Which for things true weeps things imaginary.

    Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward soul
    Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be,
    I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad
    As, though on thinking on no thought I think,
    Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.

4 II / 2
  • 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived
    From some forefather grief; mine...
  • 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived
    From some forefather grief; mine is not so,
    For nothing had begot my something grief;
    Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:
    'Tis in reversion that I do possess;
    But what it is, that is not yet known; what
    I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.
  • Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.

    Queen. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived
    From some forefather grief; mine is not so,
    For nothing had begot my something grief;
    Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:
    'Tis in reversion that I do possess;
    But what it is, that is not yet known; what
    I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.

5 II / 2
  • Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is;
    For his designs crave haste, his...
  • Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is;
    For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope:
    Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?
  • Green. God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen:
    I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.

    Queen. Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is;
    For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope:
    Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?

6 II / 2
  • Now God in heaven forbid!
  • Now God in heaven forbid!
  • Green. That he, our hope, might have retired his power,
    And driven into despair an enemy's hope,
    Who strongly hath set footing in this land:
    The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,
    And with uplifted arms is safe arrived
    At Ravenspurgh.

    Queen. Now God in heaven forbid!

7 II / 2
  • So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,
    And Bolingbroke my sorrow's disma...
  • So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,
    And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:
    Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
    And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,
    Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.
  • Green. We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester
    Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,
    And all the household servants fled with him
    To Bolingbroke.

    Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,
    And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:
    Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
    And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,
    Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.

8 II / 2
  • Who shall hinder me?
    I will despair, and be at enmity
    With cozening hope...
  • Who shall hinder me?
    I will despair, and be at enmity
    With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,
    A parasite, a keeper back of death,
    Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
    Which false hope lingers in extremity.
  • Bushy. Despair not, madam.

    Queen. Who shall hinder me?
    I will despair, and be at enmity
    With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,
    A parasite, a keeper back of death,
    Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
    Which false hope lingers in extremity.

9 II / 2
  • With signs of war about his aged neck:
    O, full of careful business are his l...
  • With signs of war about his aged neck:
    O, full of careful business are his looks!
    Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.
  • Green. Here comes the Duke of York.

    Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck:
    O, full of careful business are his looks!
    Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.

10 III / 4
  • What sport shall we devise here in this garden,
    To drive away the heavy thou...
  • What sport shall we devise here in this garden,
    To drive away the heavy thought of care?
  • King Richard II. Then I must not say no.

    Queen. What sport shall we devise here in this garden,
    To drive away the heavy thought of care?

11 III / 4
  • 'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs,
    And that my fortune rubs aga...
  • 'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs,
    And that my fortune rubs against the bias.
  • Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.

    Queen. 'Twill make me think the world is full of rubs,
    And that my fortune rubs against the bias.

12 III / 4
  • My legs can keep no measure in delight,
    When my poor heart no measure keeps...
  • My legs can keep no measure in delight,
    When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:
    Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.
  • Lady. Madam, we'll dance.

    Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight,
    When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief:
    Therefore, no dancing, girl; some other sport.

13 III / 4
  • Of sorrow or of joy?
  • Of sorrow or of joy?
  • Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.

    Queen. Of sorrow or of joy?

14 III / 4
  • Of neither, girl:
    For of joy, being altogether wanting,
    It doth remember...
  • Of neither, girl:
    For of joy, being altogether wanting,
    It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
    Or if of grief, being altogether had,
    It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
    For what I have I need not to repeat;
    And what I want it boots not to complain.
  • Lady. Of either, madam.

    Queen. Of neither, girl:
    For of joy, being altogether wanting,
    It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
    Or if of grief, being altogether had,
    It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:
    For what I have I need not to repeat;
    And what I want it boots not to complain.

15 III / 4
  • 'Tis well that thou hast cause
    But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst t...
  • 'Tis well that thou hast cause
    But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.
  • Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

    Queen. 'Tis well that thou hast cause
    But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.

16 III / 4
  • And I could sing, would weeping do me good,
    And never borrow any tear of the...
  • And I could sing, would weeping do me good,
    And never borrow any tear of thee.
    [Enter a Gardener, and two Servants]
    But stay, here come the gardeners:
    Let's step into the shadow of these trees.
    My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
    They'll talk of state; for every one doth so
    Against a change; woe is forerun with woe.
  • Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you good.

    Queen. And I could sing, would weeping do me good,
    And never borrow any tear of thee.
    [Enter a Gardener, and two Servants]
    But stay, here come the gardeners:
    Let's step into the shadow of these trees.
    My wretchedness unto a row of pins,
    They'll talk of state; for every one doth so
    Against a change; woe is forerun with woe.

17 III / 4
  • O, I am press'd to death through want of speaking!
    [Coming forward]
    Thou...
  • O, I am press'd to death through want of speaking!
    [Coming forward]
    Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden,
    How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?
    What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee
    To make a second fall of cursed man?
    Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed?
    Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth,
    Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how,
    Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.
  • Gardener. Depress'd he is already, and deposed
    'Tis doubt he will be: letters came last night
    To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's,
    That tell black tidings.

    Queen. O, I am press'd to death through want of speaking!
    [Coming forward]
    Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden,
    How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?
    What Eve, what serpent, hath suggested thee
    To make a second fall of cursed man?
    Why dost thou say King Richard is deposed?
    Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth,
    Divine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how,
    Camest thou by this ill tidings? speak, thou wretch.

18 III / 4
  • Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,
    Doth not thy embassage belong t...
  • Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,
    Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
    And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st
    To serve me last, that I may longest keep
    Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go,
    To meet at London London's king in woe.
    What, was I born to this, that my sad look
    Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?
    Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,
    Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
  • Gardener. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I
    To breathe this news; yet what I say is true.
    King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
    Of Bolingbroke: their fortunes both are weigh'd:
    In your lord's scale is nothing but himself,
    And some few vanities that make him light;
    But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
    Besides himself, are all the English peers,
    And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
    Post you to London, and you will find it so;
    I speak no more than every one doth know.

    Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,
    Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
    And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st
    To serve me last, that I may longest keep
    Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go,
    To meet at London London's king in woe.
    What, was I born to this, that my sad look
    Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke?
    Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,
    Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.

19 V / 1
  • This way the king will come; this is the way
    To Julius Caesar's ill-erected...
  • This way the king will come; this is the way
    To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower,
    To whose flint bosom my condemned lord
    Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke:
    Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
    Have any resting for her true king's queen.
    [Enter KING RICHARD II and Guard]
    But soft, but see, or rather do not see,
    My fair rose wither: yet look up, behold,
    That you in pity may dissolve to dew,
    And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.
    Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand,
    Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb,
    And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn,
    Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee,
    When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
  • Abbot. My lord,
    Before I freely speak my mind herein,
    You shall not only take the sacrament
    To bury mine intents, but also to effect
    Whatever I shall happen to devise.
    I see your brows are full of discontent,
    Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears:
    Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay
    A plot shall show us all a merry day.

    Queen. This way the king will come; this is the way
    To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower,
    To whose flint bosom my condemned lord
    Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke:
    Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
    Have any resting for her true king's queen.
    [Enter KING RICHARD II and Guard]
    But soft, but see, or rather do not see,
    My fair rose wither: yet look up, behold,
    That you in pity may dissolve to dew,
    And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.
    Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand,
    Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb,
    And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn,
    Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee,
    When triumph is become an alehouse guest?

20 V / 1
  • What, is my Richard both in shape and mind
    Transform'd and weaken'd? hath Bo...
  • What, is my Richard both in shape and mind
    Transform'd and weaken'd? hath Bolingbroke deposed
    Thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart?
    The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw,
    And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
    To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
    Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod,
    And fawn on rage with base humility,
    Which art a lion and a king of beasts?
  • King Richard II. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
    To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul,
    To think our former state a happy dream;
    From which awaked, the truth of what we are
    Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet,
    To grim Necessity, and he and I
    Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France
    And cloister thee in some religious house:
    Our holy lives must win a new world's crown,
    Which our profane hours here have stricken down.

    Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind
    Transform'd and weaken'd? hath Bolingbroke deposed
    Thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart?
    The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw,
    And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
    To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
    Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod,
    And fawn on rage with base humility,
    Which art a lion and a king of beasts?

21 V / 1
  • And must we be divided? must we part?
  • And must we be divided? must we part?
  • King Richard II. Doubly divorced! Bad men, you violate
    A twofold marriage, 'twixt my crown and me,
    And then betwixt me and my married wife.
    Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;
    And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.
    Part us, Northumberland; I toward the north,
    Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;
    My wife to France: from whence, set forth in pomp,
    She came adorned hither like sweet May,
    Sent back like Hallowmas or short'st of day.

    Queen. And must we be divided? must we part?

22 V / 1
  • Banish us both and send the king with me.
  • Banish us both and send the king with me.
  • King Richard II. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.

    Queen. Banish us both and send the king with me.

23 V / 1
  • Then whither he goes, thither let me go.
  • Then whither he goes, thither let me go.
  • Earl of Northumberland. That were some love but little policy.

    Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go.

24 V / 1
  • So longest way shall have the longest moans.
  • So longest way shall have the longest moans.
  • King Richard II. So two, together weeping, make one woe.
    Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here;
    Better far off than near, be ne'er the near.
    Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans.

    Queen. So longest way shall have the longest moans.

25 V / 1
  • Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part
    To take on me to keep and kill t...
  • Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part
    To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
    So, now I have mine own again, be gone,
    That I might strive to kill it with a groan.
  • King Richard II. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short,
    And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
    Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,
    Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief;
    One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part;
    Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.

    Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part
    To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
    So, now I have mine own again, be gone,
    That I might strive to kill it with a groan.

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