{"product_id":"richard-ii-isbn-9780143130215","title":"Richard II","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe acclaimed Pelican Shakespeare series, now in a dazzling new series design\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The Pelican Shakespeare series features authoritative and meticulously researched texts paired with scholarship by renowned Shakespeareans. Each book includes an essay on the theatrical world of Shakespeare’s time, an introduction to the individual play, and a detailed note on the text used. Updated by general editors Stephen Orgel and A. R. Braunmuller, these easy-to-read editions incorporate over thirty years of Shakespeare scholarship undertaken since the original series, edited by Alfred Harbage, appeared between 1956 and 1967. With stunning new covers designed by Manuja Waldia, definitive texts, and illuminating essays, the Pelican Shakespeare will remain a valued resource for students, teachers, and theater professionals for many years to come.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis edition of \u003ci\u003eRichard II \u003c\/i\u003eis edited with an introduction by Francis E. Dolan.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.“Gorgeous new Shakespeare paperbacks.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Marlon James, author of \u003ci\u003eA Brief History of Seven Killings\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“I have been using the Pelican Shakespeare for years in my lecture course--it's invaluable, the best individual-volume series available for students.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eMarjorie Garber, William R. Kenan, Jr. Professor of English and Visual and Environmental Studies, Harvard University\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare \u003c\/b\u003ewas born in Stratford-upon-Avon in April 1564, and his birth is traditionally celebrated on April 23. The facts of his life, known from surviving documents, are sparse. He died on April 23, 1616, and was buried in Holy Trinity Church, Stratford.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eStephen Orgel\u003c\/b\u003e is the Jackson Eli Reynolds Professor of the Humanities at Stanford University and general editor of the Cambridge Studies in Renaissance Literature and Culture. He has edited Ben Johnson’s masques, Christopher Marlowe’s poems and translations, and many other classics. His books include \u003ci\u003eImagining Shakespeare\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Authentic Shakespeare\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eImpersonations: The Performance of Gender in Shakespeare’s England\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Illusion of Power\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA. R. Braunmuller \u003c\/b\u003eis a professor of English and Comparative Literature at the University of California at Los Angeles. He has written critical volumes on George Peele and George Chapman and has edited plays in both the Oxford (\u003ci\u003eKing John\u003c\/i\u003e) and Cambridge (\u003ci\u003eMacbeth\u003c\/i\u003e) series of Shakespeare editions. He is also general editor of The New Cambridge Shakespeare.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eManuja Waldia\u003c\/b\u003e is an illustrator and visual designer, living in Indianapolis. She graduated from the Milwaukee Institute of Art \u0026amp; Design in 2014.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFrances Dolan\u003c\/b\u003e is a professor of English at the University of California, Davis. A past president of the Shakespeare Association of America, she has edited six Shakespeare plays. She has also published five books and numerous articles in journals and edited collections.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 1 running scene 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles and Attendants\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHast thou according to thy oath and band\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBrought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere to make good the boist'rous late appeal,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich then our leisure would not let us hear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGAUNT I have, my liege.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf he appeal the duke on ancient malice,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr worthily, as a good subject should,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn some known ground of treachery in him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGAUNT As near as I could sift him on that argument,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn some apparent danger seen in him\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAimed at your highness, no inveterate malice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD Then call them to our presence. [Exit an Attendant]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFace to face,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTh'accuser and the accusèd freely speak;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHigh-stomached are they both, and full of ire,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Bullingbrook and Mowbray\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBULLINGBROOK Many years of happy days befall\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMOWBRAY Each day still better other's happiness\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUntil the heavens, envying earth's good hap,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAdd an immortal title to your crown!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD We thank you both. Yet one but flatters us,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs well appeareth by the cause you come,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNamely, to appeal each other of high treason.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCousin of Hereford, what dost thou object\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBULLINGBROOK First, heaven be the record to my speech!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the devotion of a subject's love,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTend'ring the precious safety of my prince,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd free from other misbegotten hate,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCome I appellant to this princely presence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd mark my greeting well, for what I speak\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy body shall make good upon this earth,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr my divine soul answer it in heaven.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou art a traitor and a miscreant;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eToo good to be so and too bad to live,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSince the more fair and crystal is the sky,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnce more, the more to aggravate the note,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd wish - so please my sovereign - ere I move,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMOWBRAY Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe bitter clamour of two eager tongues,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCan arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe blood is hot that must be cooled for this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet can I not of such tame patience boast\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs to be hushed and nought at all to say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFirst, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom giving reins and spurs to my free speech,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich else would post until it had returned\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese terms of treason doubly down his throat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSetting aside his high blood's royalty,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd let him be no kinsman to my liege,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI do defy him, and I spit at him,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCall him a slanderous coward and a villain,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich to maintain I would allow him odds,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd meet him, were I tied to run afoot\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven to the frozen ridges of the Alps,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr any other ground inhabitable\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWherever Englishman durst set his foot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMeantime, let this defend my loyalty:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy all my hopes most falsely doth he lie.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBULLINGBROOK Pale trembling coward, there I Throws down his gage\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethrow my gage,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDisclaiming here the kindred of a king,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd lay aside my high blood's royalty,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf guilty dread hath left thee so much strength\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy that and all the rites of knighthood else,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWill I make good against thee, arm to arm,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat I have spoken, or thou canst devise.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMOWBRAY I take it up, and by that sword I swear Takes up gage\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI'll answer thee in any fair degree,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr chivalrous design of knightly trial:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd when I mount, alive may I not light,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf I be traitor or unjustly fight!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt must be great that can inherit us\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo much as of a thought of ill in him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBULLINGBROOK Look what I said: my life shall prove it true,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn name of lendings for your highness' soldiers,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe which he hath detained for lewd employments,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLike a false traitor and injurious villain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBesides I say, and will in battle prove,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr here or elsewhere to the furthest verge\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat ever was surveyed by English eye,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat all the treasons for these eighteen years\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eComplotted and contrivèd in this land\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFetched from false Mowbray their first head and spring.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFurther I say, and further will maintain\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpon his bad life to make all this good,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuggest his soon-believing adversaries,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd consequently, like a traitor coward,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven from the tongueless caverns of the earth\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo me for justice and rough chastisement.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd by the glorious worth of my descent,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis arm shall do it, or this life be spent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD How high a pitch his resolution soars!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThomas of Norfolk, what sayest thou to this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMOWBRAY O, let my sovereign turn away his face\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd bid his ears a little while be deaf,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTill I have told this slander of his blood,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow God and good men hate so foul a liar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWere he my brother, nay, our kingdom's heir,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs he is but my father's brother's son,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuch neighbour nearness to our sacred blood\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShould nothing privilege him, nor partialize\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe unstooping firmness of my upright soul.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFree speech and fearless I to thee allow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMOWBRAY Then, Bullingbrook, as low as to thy heart,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThrough the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThree parts of that receipt I had for Calais\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDisbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe other part reserved I by consent,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor that my sovereign liege was in my debt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpon remainder of a dear account,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSince last I went to France to fetch his queen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's death,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI slew him not; but to mine own disgrace\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNeglected my sworn duty in that case.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor you, my noble lord of Lancaster,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe honourable father to my foe,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnce I did lay an ambush for your life -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA trespass that doth vex my grievèd soul.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut ere I last received the sacrament\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI did confess it, and exactly begged\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour grace's pardon, and I hope I had it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis is my fault. As for the rest appealed,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt issues from the rancour of a villain,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA recreant and most degenerate traitor\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich in myself I boldly will defend,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd interchangeably hurl down my gage Throws down his gage\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpon this overweening traitor's foot,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo prove myself a loyal gentleman\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven in the best blood chambered in his bosom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn haste whereof, most heartily I pray\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour highness to assign our trial day.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLet's purge this choler without letting blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis we prescribe, though no physician:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDeep malice makes too deep incision.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eForget, forgive, conclude and be agreed:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOur doctors say this is no time to bleed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGood uncle, let this end where it begun:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGAUNT To be a make-peace shall become my age:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThrow down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD And, Norfolk, throw down his.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGAUNT When, Harry, when?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eObedience bids I should not bid again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMOWBRAY Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot. Kneels\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy life thou shalt command, but not my shame:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe one my duty owes, but my fair name,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDespite of death that lives upon my grave,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am disgraced, impeached and baffled here,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe which no balm can cure but his heart-blood\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich breathed this poison.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD Rage must be withstood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGive me his gage. Lions make leopards tame.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMOWBRAY Yea, but not change his spots. Take but my shame,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe purest treasure mortal times afford\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs spotless reputation: that away,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMen are but gilded loam or painted clay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA jewel in a ten-times-barred-up chest\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs a bold spirit in a loyal breast.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMine honour is my life; both grow in one:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTake honour from me, and my life is done.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen, dear my liege, mine honour let me try.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn that I live and for that will I die.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD Cousin, throw down your gage. Do you begin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBULLINGBROOK O, heaven defend my soul from such foul sin!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr with pale beggar-fear impeach my height\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBefore this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe slavish motive of recanting fear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhere shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExit Gaunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD We were not born to sue, but to command,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich since we cannot do to make you friends,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe ready, as your lives shall answer it,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere shall your swords and lances arbitrate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe swelling difference of your settled hate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSince we cannot atone you, we shall see\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJustice design the victor's chivalry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLord Marshal, command our officers at arms\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe ready to direct these home alarms. Exeunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 2 running scene 2\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Gaunt and Duchess of Gloucester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGAUNT Alas, the part I had in Gloucester's blood\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDoth more solicit me than your exclaims,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo stir against the butchers of his life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut since correction lieth in those hands\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich made the fault that we cannot correct,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePut we our quarrel to the will of heaven,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWho, when they see the hours ripe on earth,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWill rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDUCHESS Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHath love in thy old blood no living fire?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEdward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWere as seven vials of his sacred blood,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr seven fair branches springing from one root:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome of those seven are dried by nature's course,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome of those branches by the Destinies cut.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne vial full of Edward's sacred blood,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne flourishing branch of his most royal root,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs cracked, and all the precious liquor spilt,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs hacked down, and his summer leaves all faded,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy envy's hand and murder's bloody axe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAh, Gaunt, his blood was thine! That bed, that womb,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat metal, that self-mould that fashioned thee\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMade him a man. And though thou liv'st and breath'st,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet art thou slain in him. Thou dost consent\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn some large measure to thy father's death,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn that thou see'st thy wretched brother die,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWho was the model of thy father's life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCall it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn suff'ring thus thy brother to be slaughtered,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou show'st the naked pathway to thy life,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTeaching stern murder how to butcher thee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat which in mean men we entitle patience\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat shall I say? To safeguard thine own life,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGAUNT Heaven's is the quarrel, for heaven's substitute,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis deputy anointed in his sight,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHath caused his death, the which if wrongfully,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLet heaven revenge, for I may never lift\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn angry arm against his minister.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDUCHESS Where then, alas, may I complaint myself?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGAUNT To heaven, the widow's champion to defence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDUCHESS Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou go'st to Coventry, there to behold\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOur cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr if misfortune miss the first career,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat they may break his foaming courser's back,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd throw the rider headlong in the lists,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFarewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's wife\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith her companion grief must end her life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGAUNT Sister, farewell. I must to Coventry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs much good stay with thee as go with me!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDUCHESS Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot with the empty hollowness, but weight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI take my leave before I have begun,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCommend me to my brother, Edmund York.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLo, this is all. Nay, yet depart not so:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThough this be all, do not so quickly go.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI shall remember more. Bid him - O, what? -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith all good speed at Plashy visit me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlack, and what shall good old York there see\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut empty lodgings and unfurnished walls,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnpeopled offices, untrodden stones?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd what hear there for welcome but my groans?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTherefore commend me, let him not come there\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDesolate, desolate, will I hence and die:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. Exeunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 3 running scene 3\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter [the Lord] Marshal and Aumerle\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLORD MARSHAL My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford armed?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAUMERLE Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLORD MARSHAL The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAUMERLE Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor nothing but his majesty's approach.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFlourish. Enter King, Gaunt, Bushy, Bagot, Green and others. [When they are set,] then Mowbray in armour and [a] Herald\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD Marshal, demand of yonder champion\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cause of his arrival here in arms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAsk him his name and orderly proceed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo swear him in the justice of his cause.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLORD MARSHAL In God's name and the king's, say who thou art\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd why thou com'st thus knightly clad in arms,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgainst what man thou com'st, and what's thy quarrel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSpeak truly, on thy knighthood and thine oath,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs so defend thee heaven and thy valour!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMOWBRAY My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWho hither comes engagèd by my oath -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich heaven defend a knight should violate! -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBoth to defend my loyalty and truth\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo God, my king and his succeeding issue,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the Duke of Hereford that appeals me,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd, by the grace of God and this mine arm,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo prove him, in defending of myself,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA traitor to my God, my king, and me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd as I truly fight, defend me heaven!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTucket. Enter Hereford [Bullingbrook] and Herald\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING RICHARD Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBoth who he is and why he cometh hither\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThus plated in habiliments of war,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd formally, according to our law,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDepose him in the justice of his cause.","brand":"Penguin Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302072897765,"sku":"NP9780143130215","price":10.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780143130215.jpg?v=1767735734","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/richard-ii-isbn-9780143130215","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}