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Richard II

Act III, Scene 1

Bristol. Before the castle.
 
[Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, LORD ROSS, HENRY PERCY, LORD WILLOUGHBY, with BUSHY and GREEN, prisoners]
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
              ,            ,
      Bring forth | these men:   \\
       ,            ,         ,         ,           ,
      Bushy | and Green,| I will | not vex | your souls,
              ,       ,          ,            ,          ,      ->
      (Since^pre|sently | your souls | must part | your bo||dies)
            ,          ,        ,        ,         ,
      With too | much ur|ging your | perni|cious lives,
             ,         ,     ,      2     ,           ,
      For 'twere | no cha|rity;| yet to wash | your blood
            ,         ,       ,             ,        ,
      From off | my hands,| here in | the view | of men,
      ,            ,          ,       ,           ,
      I will | unfold | some cau|ses of | your deaths.
       ,             ,         ,        ,       ,
      You have | misled | a prince,| a roy|al king,
         ,      ,     3  3     ,        2   ,    ,
      A hap|py gen|tleman in blood,| and line|aments,
          ,       ,         ,        ,         ,
      By you | unhap|pied, and | disfig|ured clean:
            ,        ,        ,          ,        ,
      You have | in man|ner with | your sin|ful hours
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      Made a | divorce | betwixt | his queen | and him,
        ,             ,        ,      ,      ,
      Broke the | posses|sion of | a roy|al bed,
             ,            ,               ,     ,       ,
      And stained | the beau|ty of a // fair queen's cheeks
             ,       ,                ,                ,     ,
      With tears | drawn from | her eyes | by your / foul wrongs.
          ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      Myself,| a prince | by for|tune of | my birth,
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      Near to | the king | in blood,| and near | in love,
            ,          ,         ,     ,        ,
      Till you | did make | him mis|inter|pret me,
              ,           ,     ,            ,     ,
      Have stooped | my neck | under | your in|juries,
             ,         ,          ,         ,          ,
      And sighed | my Eng|lish breath | in fo|reign clouds,
       ,            ,        ,         ,       ,
      Eating | the bit|ter bread | of ba|nishment;
             ,          ,      ,        ,      ,
      While you | have fed | upon | my sig|nories,
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      Disparked | my parks,| and felled | my fo|rest woods;
                 ,   ,         ,         ,          ,
      From my / own win|dows torn | my house|hold coat,
             ,            ,     ,             ,   ,
      Razed^out | my im/prese, lea|ving me / no sign,
        T    T   . T         ,        ,        ,
      Save men's opin|ions, and | my li|ving blood,
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      To show | the world | I am | a gen|tleman.
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      This, and | much^more,| much^more | than twice | all^this,
           ,        3  3      ,      ,      2    ,        ,
      Condemns | you to the death:| See them de|livered | over
          ,   ,        ,          ,         ,
      To ex|ecu|tion, and | the hand | of death.
 
BUSHY
            ,        ,          ,          ,         ,
      More wel|come is | the stroke | of death | to me,
            ,       ,         ,
      Than Bo|lingbroke | to Eng|land.  \\
 
GREEN
          ,        ,         ,     2       ,          ,
      My com|fort is | that hea|ven will take | our souls,
             ,        ,         ,          ,          ,
      And plague | injus|tice with | the pains | of hell.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
           ,         ,       ,     ,               ,
      My Lord | Northum|berland,| see them | dispatched.
 
[Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with the prisoners]
       ,           ,          ,         ,          ,
      Uncle,| you say | the queen | is at | your house.
           ,          ,      ,       ,     3  3     ,
      For Hea|ven's sake,| fairly | let her be en|treated:
        ,            ,        ,         ,         ,
      Tell her | I send | to her | my kind | commends;
            ,         ,         ,         ,      ,       2->
      Take spe|cial care | my gree|tings be | deli||vered.
 
DUKE OF YORK
         ,      ,         ,        ,          ,
      A gen|tleman | of mine | I have | dispatched
            ,        ,          ,        ,         ,
      With let|ters of | your love | to her | at large.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
        __      ,        ,             ,       ,
      Thanks | gentle | uncle:| come^lords | away,
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      To fight | with Glen|dower, and | his com|plices;
          ,          ,         ,      ,    ,
      A while | to work,| and af|ter ho|liday.
 
[Exeunt]

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