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Richard II

Act V, Scene 3

A royal palace.
 
[Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, HENRY PERCY, and other Lords]
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
           ,         ,         2      ,   ,      ,
      Can no | man^tell | me of my / unthrif|ty son?
             ,      T      T     T      2     ,          ,
      'Tis full | three months since | I did see | him last.
         ,       ,          ,      ,         ,
      If an|y plague | hang ov|er us,| 'tis he,
          ,         ,            ,          ,          ,
      I would | to heaven |(my lords)| he might | be found:
          ,         ,        x             ,         ,
      Inquire | at Lon|don, amongst | the ta|verns there:
            ,           ,        ,       ,     ,
      For there |(they say)| he dai|ly doth | frequent,
            ,      ,        ,         ,
      With un|restrai|ned loose | compan|ions,
      <- ,        ,          ,         ,         ,        ,
         E||ven such |(they say)| as stand | in nar|row lanes,
            ,          ,          ,         ,       ,
      And beat | our watch,| and rob | our pas|sengers,
             ,     ,    ,                ,   2     ,
      Which he,| young wan/ton, and | effe|minate boy
        ,              ,         ,       ,        ,
      Takes on | the point | of hon|or, to | support
          ,      ,        ,
      So dis|solute | a crew.   \\
 
HENRY PERCY
           ,          ,      ,            ,           ,
      My lord,| some two | days since^|I saw | the prince,
            ,       2     ,      ,           ,        ,
      And told | him of those | triumphs | held at | Oxford.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
         2       ,         ,        2->
      And what said | the gal||lant?    \\
 
HENRY PERCY
           ,       ,         ,      ,           ,
      His ans|wer was:| he would | unto | the stews,
            ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      And from | the com|monst creat|ure pluck | a glove
            ,        ,      ,       ,           ,
      And wear | it as | a fav|or, and | with that
       ,             ,          ,    2     ,      ,
      He would | unhorse | the lus|tiest chal|lenger.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
          ,      ,        ,      ,     T     T      T
      As dis|solute | as des|perate,| yet through both,
         ,            ,         ,        ,           ,       ,
      I see | some sparks | of bet|ter hope:| which eld|er years (hex with prev)
           ,           ,     ,          ,            ,
      May hap|pily / bring forth.| But who | comes here?
 
[Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE]
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
        ,              ,
      Where is | the king?
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
                                  ,          ,         ,           ,  ->
                           What means | our cous|in, that || he stares
            ,          ,     2
      And looks | so wild|ly?
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
                                     ,           ,
                              God* save | your grace.
         ,       ,           ,    ,
      I do | beseech | your maj|esty,
      <-     ,           ,      ,       T    T    T        ,
        To have || some conf|erence | with your grace | alone.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
            ,           ,           ,          ,       ,
      Withdraw | yourselves,| and leave | us here | alone:
        ,            ,        ,         ,       ,
      What is | the mat|ter with | our cous|in now?
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
          ,      ,         ,       ,             ,
      For ev|er may | my knees | grow to | the earth,
            ,        ,             ,        ,         ,
      My tongue | cleave to | my roof | within | my mouth,
          ,       ,        ,        ,         ,
      Unless | a pard|on, ere | I rise,| or speak.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
         ,        ,       ,       ,           ,
      intend|ed, or | commit|ted was | this fault?
          ,         ,          ,        ,        ,
      If on | the first,| how hei|nous ere | it be,
          ,         ,       ,       ,        ,
      To win | thy aft|er-love,| I pard|on thee.
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
             ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      Then give | me leave,| that I | may turn | the key,
            ,    ,   ,                  ,         ,
      That no | man en/ter, till | my tale | be done.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
        ,            ,
      Have thy | desire.   \\
 
DUKE OF YORK
           ,       ,      ,          ,
      My liege, beware, look to thyself,   \\
             ,        ,       ,       ,          ,
      Thou hast | a trait|or in  thy pres|ence there.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
       ,               ,           ,
      Villain,| I'll make | thee safe. \\
 
[Drawing]
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
        ,            ,         ,           ,         ,           ,
      Stay thy | revenge|ful hand,| thou hast | no cause || to fear.    \\
 
DUKE OF YORK [Within]
      ,   2        ,        T    T  T       ,
      Open the | door, se|cure foolhar|dy king:
            ,         ,      ,     ,                 ,
      Shall I | for love | speak trea/son to | thy face?
      ,   2        ,        ,          ,        ,
      Open the | door, or | I will | break it | open.
 
[Enter DUKE OF YORK]
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
        ,            ,        ,        ,        ,         ,   ->
      What is | the mat|ter (unc|le) speak,| reco||ver breath,
        ,        T    T   T    ,       oo
      Tell us | how near is | danger,|
            ,        ,        ,       ,       ,
      That we | may arm | us to | encount|er it.
 
DUKE OF YORK
          ,          ,         ,          ,            ,
      Peruse | this writ|ing here,| and thou | shalt know
            ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
      The treas|on that | my haste | forbids | me show.
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
         ,       ,           ,          ,          ,
      Remem|ber as | thou readst,| thy prom|ise passed:
      ,   2     ,         T   T   T     ,
      I do re|pent me,| read not my | name there*,
           ,         ,        ,   2      ,         ,
      My heart | is not | confed|erate with | my hand.
 
DUKE OF YORK
          ,     ,           2      ,         ,         ,
      It was |(villain)| ere thy hand | did set | it down.
          ,         ,          ,         ,        ,
      I tore | it from | the trait|or's bos|om, king.
        ,               ,        ,         ,     ,
      Fear, and | not love,| begets | his pe|nitence;
          ,        ,   2       ,         ,      ,
      Forget | to pi|ty him, lest | thy pi|ty prove
          ,         ,           ,       ,             ,
      A serp|ent, that | will sting | thee to | the heart.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
         ,           ,           ,        ,     ,
      O hei|nous, strong,| and bold | conspi|racy,
         ,       ,      ,       ,     2     ,
      O loy|al fath|er of | a trea|cherous son:
             ,        ,     ,           x       ,
      Thou sheer,| imma|culate,| and silver | fountain,
              ,             ,              ,      ,     ,
      From whence | this stream | through mud|dy pas|sages
             ,         ,         ,        ,          ,
      Hath held | his cur|rent, and | defiled | himself.
          ,      ,         ,         ,         ,
      Thy^ov|erflow | of good,| converts | to bad,
           ,      ,         ,         ,         ,
      And thy | abun|dant good|ness shall | excuse
             ,       ,        ,        ,        ,
      This dead|ly blot,| in thy | digres|sing son.
 
DUKE OF YORK
       ,             ,       ,        ,        ,
      So shall | my vir|tue be | his vi|ce's bawd,
           ,           ,           ,        ,          ,
      And he | shall spend | mine hon|or, with | his shame;
            ,          ,            ,        ,          ,
      As thrift|less sons,| their scra|ping fath|ers' gold.
            ,       ,           ,        ,       ,
      Mine hon|or lives,| when his | dishon|or dies,
                 ,     ,        ,        ,       ,
      Or my / shamed life,| in his | dishon|or lies:
              ,         ,         ,     ,              ,
      Thou killst | me in | his life,| giving | him breath,
            ,        ,           ,      T    T   .   T
      The trait|or lives,| the true | man's put to death.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK [Within]
            ,        ,            x         ,            ,
      What ho |(my liege)| for heaven's | sake let | me in.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
        .     T      T    T     2      ,           ,      ,
      What shrill-voiced sup|pliant, makes | this eag|er cry?
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
         ,       ,            ,            ,         ,
      A wom|an, and | thine^aunt |(great^king)| 'tis I.
        ,               ,     ,   ,            ,
      Speak with | me, pi|ty me,| open | the door.
         ,        ,          ,        ,         ,
      A beg|gar begs,| that nev|er begged | before.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
            ,         ,         ,       ,   2     ,
      Our scene | is alt|ered from | a se|rious thing,
           ,       ,              ,        ,          ,
      And now | changed to | The Beg|gar, and | the King.
          ,    2     ,        ,          ,       ,
      My dang|erous cous|in, let | your moth|er in,
          ,            ,         ,                 ,   ,
      I know | she's come,| to pray | for your / foul sin.
 
DUKE OF YORK
           ,        ,        ,    ,       ,
      If thou | do pard|on, who|soev|er pray,
              ,          ,         ,          ,       ,
      More* sins | for this | forgive|ness, pros|per may.
            ,          ,          ,          ,           ,
      This fes|tered joint | cut^off,| the rest | rest^sound,
            ,       ,          ,          ,         ,
      This let | alone,| will all | the rest | confound.
 
[Enter DUCHESS OF YORK]
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
          ,        ,      ,           T     Tx    T
      O king,| believe | not this | hard-hearted man,
        T     Tx    T        ,          ,      ,
      Love, loving not | itself,| none^oth|er can.
 
DUKE OF YORK
             ,       ,        ,                  ,    ,
      Thou frant|ic wom|an, what | dost thou / make here,
             ,          ,           ,        ,        ,
      Shall thy | old^dugs,| once^more | a trait|or rear?
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
               ,        ,          ,        ,        ,
      Sweet* York | be pa|tient, hear | me gent|le liege.
 
[Kneels]
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
            ,          ,
      Rise^up | good^aunt.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
                               ,        ,        ,
                          Not yet,| I thee | beseech.
          ,       ,        ,      ,         ,
      For ev|er will | I walk | upon | my knees,
           ,      ,     ,               ,       ,
      And nev|er see | day, that | the hap|py sees,
             ,      T   T    Tx           ,        ,
      Till thou | give joy; until | thou bid | me joy,
          ,    2     ,         ,          ,        ,
      By pard|oning Rut|land, my | transgres|sing boy.
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
       ,         ,           x          ,         ,
      Unto | my moth|er's prayers,| I bend | my knee.
 
DUKE OF YORK
          ,            ,     .   T     T    T       ,
      Against | them both,| my true joints bend|ed be.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
         ,            ,          ,      ,          ,
      Pleads he | in earn|est? Look | upon | his face,
            ,         ,         ,            x         2     ,
      His eyes | do drop | no tears:| his prayers | are in jest:
       T    T     T        2      ,       ,                ,
      His words come | from his mouth,| ours from | our breast.
           ,           ,        ,           ,       ,
      He prays | but faint|ly, and | would be | denied,
           ,           ,           ,         ,        ,
      We pray | with heart,| and soul,| and all | beside:
           ,        ,             ,       ,        ,
      His wea|ry joints | would glad|ly rise,| I know,
             ,             ,           ,          ,            ,
      Our* knees | shall kneel,| till to | the ground | they grow:
             x            ,         ,        ,     ,
      His prayers | are full | of false | hypo|crisy,
        T   .   T    T          ,       ,     ,
      Ours of true zeal,| and deep | inte|grity:
              x          ,          ,          ,           ,
      Our* prayers | do out-|pray* his,| then let | them have
            ,        ,       T    Tx     T          ,
      That mer|cy, which | true prayer ought | to have.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
             ,           ,
      Good^aunt | stand^up.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
                            ,             ,           ,
                           Nay, do | not say | stand^up,
           ,        ,          ,      ,            ,
      But pard|on first,| and aft|erwards | stand^up.
           ,       ,          ,            ,          ,
      And if | I were | thy nurse,| thy tongue | to teach,
       ,               ,         ,       ,              ,
      Pardon | should be | the first | word of | thy speech.
         ,        ,          ,        ,          ,
      I nev|er longed | to hear | a word | till now:
           ,         ,          ,      ,           ,
      Say pard|on (king),| let pi|ty teach | thee how.
            ,         ,          ,         ,          ,
      The word | is short:| but not | so short | as sweet,
           ,          ,               ,       ,          ,
      No word | like pard|on, for / kings' mouths | so meet.
 
DUKE OF YORK
        ,     2        T      T    T        ,       ,
      Speak it in | French (king) say | pardon|nez moi.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
             ,           ,        ,       ,       ,
      Dost thou | teach pard|on, pard|on to | destroy?
       ,        ,   ,               T     Tx     T
      Ah my | sour hus/band, my | hard-hearted lord,
             ,          ,        ,        ,           ,
      That sets | the word | itself,| against | the word.
        ,    ,                 ,        ,         ,
      Speak par/don, as |'tis cur|rent in | our land,
            ,          ,         ,        ,      ,
      The chop|ping French | we do | not und|erstand.
             ,        ,         ,                  ,     ,
      Thine eye | begins | to speak,| set thy / tongue there,
       ,   2       ,  2       T      T     T           ,
      Or in thy | piteous | heart, plant thou | thine^ear,
            ,        ,           ,             x            ,
      That hear|ing how | our plaints | and prayers | do pierce,
       ,           ,           ,       ,        ,
      Pity | may move | thee, pard|on to | rehearse.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
             ,           ,
      Good aunt,| stand^up.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
                              ,        ,         ,
                           I do | not sue | to stand,
       ,           ,          ,        ,         ,
      Pardon | is all | the suit | I have | in hand.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
         ,       ,          x            ,       ,
      I pard|on him,| as heaven | shall pard|on me.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
         ,      ,        ,       ,         ,
      O hap|py vant|age of | a knee|ling knee:
       ,           ,          ,      ,           ,
      Yet am | I sick | for fear:| speak it | again,
        T     Tx    T         ,         ,         ,
      Twice saying pard|on, doth | not pard|on twain,
       .    T    T   T         ,
      But makes one pard|on strong.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      <-   ,       ,           ,         ,
        I pard|on him || with all | my heart.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
                                                 ,         ,           ,
                                              A god | on earth | thou art.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
       ,     2        ,       ,     2     ,          ,
      But for our | trusty | brother-in-|law, the | abbot,
            ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      With all | the rest | of that | consort|ed crew,
           ,           ,             ,          ,         ,
      Destruc|tion straight | shall dog | them at | the heels:
            ,       ,        ,      ,   2      x
      Good^unc|le help | to ord|er sev|eral powers
          ,        ,        ,            ,        ,
      To Ox|ford, or | wherere | these trait|ors are:
             ,           ,        ,           ,         ,
      They shall | not live | within | this world | I swear,
          ,          ,           ,       ,           ,
      But I | will have | them, if | I once | know^where.
       ,        T   T    T     ,          ,
      Uncle | farewell, and | cousin | adieu:
            ,        ,            ,      .    T    T    T
      Your moth|er well | hath prayed,| and prove you true.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
        ,    2      ,         T    Tx     T          ,
      Come my old^|son, I | pray heaven make | thee new.
 
[Exeunt]

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