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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 a|ny plague | hang o|ver 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 ho|nor, to | support
          ,      ,        ,
      So dis|solute | a crew.   (pickup)
 
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?   (picked up)
 
HENRY PERCY
           ,       ,         ,      ,           ,
      His an|swer was:| he would | unto | the stews,
            ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      And from | the com|monst crea|ture pluck | a glove
            ,        ,      ,       ,           ,
      And wear | it as | a fa|vor, 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 el|der 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 cou|sin, that || he stares
            ,          ,     2
      And looks | so wild|ly?
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
                                     ,           ,
                              God* save | your grace.
         ,       ,           ,    ,
      I do | beseech | your ma|jesty,
      <-     ,           ,      ,       T    T    T        ,
        To have || some con|ference | with your grace | alone.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
            ,           ,           ,          ,       ,
      Withdraw | yourselves,| and leave | us here | alone.
 
[Exeunt HENRY PERCY and Lords]
        ,            ,        ,         ,       ,
      What is | the mat|ter with | our cou|sin now?
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
          ,      ,         ,       ,             ,
      For e|ver may | my knees | grow to | the earth,
            ,        ,             ,        ,         ,
      My tongue | cleave to | my roof | within | my mouth,
          ,       ,        ,        ,         ,
      Unless | a par|don, ere | I rise,| or speak.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
         ,        ,       ,       ,           ,
      Inten|ded, or | commit|ted was | this fault?
          ,         ,          ,        ,        ,
      If on | the first,| how hei|nous ere | it be,
          ,         ,       ,       ,        ,
      To win | thy af|ter-love | I par|don 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.   (pickup 1)
 
DUKE OF YORK [Within]
           ,       ,      ,          ,
      My liege, beware; look to thyself;  (pickup 2)
             ,        ,       ,       ,          ,
      Thou hast | a trai|tor in  thy pre|sence there.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
       ,               ,           ,
      Villain,| I'll make | thee safe. (picked up 1)
 
[Drawing]
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
        ,            ,         ,           ,         ,           ,
      Stay thy | revenge|ful hand,| thou hast | no cause || to fear.  (picked up 2)
 
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 (un|cle) speak,| reco||ver breath,
        ,        T    T   T    ,
      Tell us | how near is | danger,
            ,        ,        ,       ,       ,
      That we | may arm | us to | encoun|ter it.
 
DUKE OF YORK
          ,          ,         ,          ,            ,
      Peruse | this wri|ting here,| and thou | shalt know
            ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
      The trea|son that | my haste | forbids | me show.
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
         ,       ,           ,          ,          ,
      Remem|ber as | thou readst,| thy pro|mise passed:
      ,   2     ,         T   T   T     ,
      I do re|pent me,| read not my | name there*,
           ,         ,        ,   2      ,         ,
      My heart | is not | confe|derate with | my hand.
 
DUKE OF YORK
          ,     ,           2      ,         ,         ,
      It was |(villain)| ere thy hand | did set | it down.
          ,         ,          ,         ,        ,
      I tore | it from | the trai|tor's bo|som, king.
        ,               ,        ,         ,     ,
      Fear, and | not love,| begets | his pe|nitence;
          ,        ,   2       ,         ,      ,
      Forget | to pi|ty him, lest | thy pi|ty prove
         ,         ,           ,       ,             ,
      A ser|pent that | will sting | thee to | the heart.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
         ,           ,           ,        ,     ,
      O hei|nous, strong,| and bold | conspi|racy,
         ,      ,       ,       ,     2     ,
      O loy|al fa|ther of | a trea|cherous son:
             ,        ,     ,         ,        ,       ->
      Thou sheer,| imma|culate,| and sil|ver foun||tain,
        ,        2        ,              ,      ,     ,
      From | when this stream | through mud|dy pas|sages
             ,         ,         ,        ,          ,
      Hath held | his cur|rent, and | defiled | himself.
          ,      ,         ,         ,         ,
      Thy^o|verflow | 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 ho|nor, with | his shame;
            ,          ,            ,        ,          ,
      As thrift|less sons,| their scra|ping fa|thers' gold.
            ,       ,           ,        ,       ,
      Mine ho|nor lives,| when his | disho|nor dies,
                 ,     ,        ,        ,       ,
      Or my / shamed life,| in his | disho|nor lies:
              ,         ,         ,     ,              ,
      Thou killst | me in | his life,| giving | him breath,
            ,        ,           ,      T    T   .   T
      The trai|tor 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 ea|ger cry?
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
         ,       ,            ,            ,         ,
      A wo|man, and | thine^aunt |(great^king)| 'tis I.
        ,               ,     ,   ,            ,
      Speak with | me, pi|ty me,| open | the door.
         ,        ,          ,        ,         ,
      A beg|gar begs,| that ne|ver begged | before.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
            ,         ,         ,       ,   2     ,
      Our scene | is al|tered from | a se|rious thing,
           ,       ,              ,        ,          ,
      And now | changed to | The Beg|gar, and | the King.
          ,    2     ,        ,          ,       ,
      My dan|gerous cou|sin, let | your mo|ther in:
          ,            ,         ,                 ,   ,
      I know | she's come,| to pray | for your / foul sin.
 
DUKE OF YORK
           ,        ,        ,    ,       ,
      If thou | do par|don, who|soe|ver 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,
        ,            ,        ,         ,       ,
      Love, lo|ving not | itself,| none^o|ther can.
 
DUKE OF YORK
             ,       ,        ,                  ,    ,
      Thou fran|tic wo|man, what | dost thou / make here,
             ,          ,           ,        ,        ,
      Shall thy | old^dugs,| once^more | a trai|tor rear?
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
               ,        ,          ,        ,        ,
      Sweet* York | be pa|tient, hear | me gen|tle liege.
 
[Kneels]
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
            ,          ,
      Rise^up | good^aunt.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
                               ,        ,        ,
                          Not yet,| I thee | beseech.
          ,       ,        ,      ,         ,
      For e|ver will | I walk | upon | my knees,
           ,      ,     ,               ,       ,
      And ne|ver see | day, that | the hap|py sees,
             ,      T   T    Tx           ,        ,
      Till thou | give joy; until | thou bid | me joy,
          ,    2     ,         ,          ,        ,
      By par|doning Rut|land, my | transgres|sing boy.
 
DUKE OF AUMERLE
       ,         ,           x          ,         ,
      Unto | my mo|ther's prayers,| I bend | my knee.
 
DUKE OF YORK
          ,            ,     .   T     T    T       ,
      Against | them both | my true joints ben|ded be.
            ,             ,          ,          ,      ,
      Ill mayst | thou thrive,| if thou | grant^a|ny grace.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
         ,            ,          ,      ,          ,
      Pleads he | in ear|nest? 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 par|don first,| and af|terwards | stand^up.
           ,       ,          ,            ,          ,
      And if | I were | thy nurse,| thy tongue | to teach,
       ,               ,         ,       ,              ,
      Pardon | should be | the first | word of | thy speech.
         ,        ,          ,        ,          ,
      I ne|ver longed | to hear | a word | till now:
           ,         ,          ,      ,           ,
      Say par|don (king),| let pi|ty teach | thee how.
            ,         ,          ,         ,          ,
      The word | is short:| but not | so short | as sweet,
           ,          ,               ,       ,          ,
      No word | like par|don, 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 par|don par|don 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 un|derstand.
             ,        ,         ,                  ,     ,
      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 hea|ring how | our plaints | and prayers | do pierce,
       ,           ,           ,       ,        ,
      Pity | may move | thee, par|don 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 par|don him,| as heaven | shall par|don me.
 
DUCHESS OF YORK
         ,      ,        ,       ,         ,
      O hap|py van|tage of | a knee|ling knee:
       ,           ,          ,      ,           ,
      Yet am | I sick | for fear:| speak it | again,
        T     Tx    T         ,         ,         ,
      Twice saying par|don, doth | not par|don twain,
       .    T    T   T         ,
      But makes one par|don strong.
 
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
      <-   ,       ,           ,         ,
        I par|don 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 | consor|ted crew,
           ,           ,             ,          ,         ,
      Destruc|tion straight | shall dog | them at | the heels:
            ,       ,        ,      ,   2      x
      Good^un|cle help | to or|der se|veral powers
          ,        ,        ,            ,        ,
      To Ox|ford, or | wherere | these trai|tors 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 mo|ther 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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