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Richard II

Act V, Scene 5

Pomfret castle.
 
[Enter KING RICHARD]
 
KING RICHARD II
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      I have | been stu|dying how | I may | compare
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      This pri/son where | I live,| unto | the world:
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      And for | because | the world | is pop|ulous,
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      And here | is not | a crea|ture, but | myself,
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      I can|not do | it: yet | I'll ham|mer it out.
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      My brain,| I'll prove | the fe|male to | my soul,
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      My soul,| the fa|ther: and / these two | beget
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      A ge|nera|tion of / still-bree|ding thoughts,
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      And these / same thoughts,| people | this lit|tle world,
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      In hu|mors, like | the peo|ple of / this world,
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      For no | thought is con|tented.| The bet|ter sort,
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      As thoughts | of things | divine,| are in|termixed
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      With scru|ples and | do set | the faith | itself
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      Against | the faith:| as thus:|
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      Come little ones:| and then | again,  (tetra with prev)
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      It is | as hard | to come,| as for a | camel
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      To thread | the pos|tern of a | small needle's eye.
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      Thoughts ten/ding to am|bition,| they do | plot
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        Un||likely | wonders;| how these | vain weak nails
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      May tear | a pas|sage through | the flin|ty ribs
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      Of this / hard world,| my rag|ged pri|son walls:
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      And for | they can/not, die | in their / own pride.
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      Thoughts ten/ding to | content,| flatter | themselves
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      That they | are not | the first | of for|tune's slaves,
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      Nor shall | not be the | last. Like sil|ly beg||gars
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      Who | sitting | in the stocks,| refuge | their shame
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      That ma|ny have,| and o|thers must / sit there;
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      And in | this thought,| they find | a kind | of ease,
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      Bearing | their own | misfor|tunes on | the back
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      Of such | as have | before | endured | the like.
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      Thus play | I in one | prison,| many | people,
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      And none | conten|ted: some|times am I | king;
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        Then || treasons | make me | wish my|self a | beggar,
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      And so | I am.| Then crush|ing pen|ury
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      Persuades | me, I | was bet|ter when | a king:
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      Then am | I kinged | again:| and by | and by,
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      Think that | I am | unkinged | by Bo|lingbroke,
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      And straight | am no|thing. But | whatere | I am,
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      Nor I,| nor a|ny man | that but | man^is,
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      With no|thing shall | be pleased,| till he | be eased
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      With be|ing no|thing. Mu|sic do | I hear?
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      Ha*, ha?| Keep^time:| how sour | sweet mu/sic is,
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      When time | is broke | and no | propor|tion kept?
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      So is | it in | the mu|sic of / men's lives:
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      And here | have I | the dain|tiness | of ear,
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      To check | time broke / in a | disor|dered string:
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      But for | the con|cord of | my state | and time,
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      Had not an | ear to | hear my | true time broke.
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      I was|ted time,| and now | doth time | waste^me;
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      For now | hath time | made me | his num|bering clock;
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      My thoughts | are mi|nutes; and | with sighs | they jar,
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      Their wat|ches on^un|to mine^eyes,| the out|ward watch,
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      Whereto | my fin|ger, like | a di|al's point,
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      Is poin|ting still,| in clean|sing them | from tears.
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      Now sir,| the sound | that tells | what hour | it is,
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      Are cla|morous groans,| which strike | upon | my heart,
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      Which is | the bell:| so sighs,| and tears,| and groans,
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      Show* mi|nutes, hours,| and times:| but my | time
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        Runs^||posting | on in | Boling|broke's proud joy,
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      While I | stand foo|ling here,| his Jack | o' the clock.
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      This mu|sic mads | me, let | it sound | no more;
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      For though | it have / holp mad|men to | their wits,
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      In me | it seems | it will make^//wise men mad.
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      Yet bles|sing on | his heart | that gives | it me;
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      For 'tis a | sign of | love, and | love to | Richard
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      Is a / strange brooch,| in this / all-ha|ting world.
 
[Enter a Groom of the Stable]
 
GROOM
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      Hail | royal | prince!
 
KING RICHARD II
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      Thanks | noble | peer,  (match prev)
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      The chea|pest of us | is ten | groats too dear.
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      What art thou?| And how | comst thou | hither,
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      Where no | man ne|ver comes | but that / sad dog
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      That brings | me food | to make | misfor|tune live?
 
GROOM
      ,           ,      ,             ,         ,
      I was | a poor | groom of | thy sta|ble (king)
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      When thou | wert king:| who tra|velling / towards York,
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      With much | ado,| at length | have got|ten leave
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      To look | upon my (some|times roy|al) mas|ter's face.
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      O how | it yearned | my heart | when I | beheld
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      In Lon|don streets,| that co|rona|tion day,
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      When Bo|lingbroke | rode on | roan Bar/bary,
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      That horse | that thou | so of|ten hast | bestrid,
             ,          ,        ,      ,           ,
      That horse | that I | so care|fully | have dressed.
 
KING RICHARD II
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      Rode he | on Bar|bary? Tell | me gen|tle friend,
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      How went | he un|der him?  ????
 
GROOM
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      So proud|ly, as | if he | disdained | the ground.
 
KING RICHARD II
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      So proud,| that Bo|lingbroke | was on | his back;
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      That jade | hath eat | bread from | my roy|al hand.
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      This hand | hath made | him proud | with clap|ping him.
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      Would he not | stumble?| Would he | not fall down,
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      Since^pride | must have | a fall,| and break | the neck
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      Of that / proud man,| that did | usurp | his back?
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      Forgive|ness horse:| why do | I rail | on thee,
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      Since thou | crea|ted to | be awed | by man
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      Wast born | to bear?| I was | not made | a horse,
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      And yet | I bear | a bur|den like | an ass,
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      Spur-galled,| and tired | by joun|cing Bo|lingbroke.
 
[Enter Keeper, with a dish]
 
KEEPER
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      Fellow,| give^place,| here is | no long|er stay.
 
KING RICHARD II
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      If thou | love me,| 'tis time | thou wert | away.
 
GROOM
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      What my / tongue dares | not, that | my heart | shall say.
 
[Exit]
 
KEEPER
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      My lord,| will it please | you to / fall to?
 
KING RICHARD II
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      Taste of | it first,| as thou | art wont | to do.
 
KEEPER
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      My lord,| I dare | not: Sir | Pierce of | Exton,
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      Who late|ly came | from the king,| commands | the contra||ry.
 
KING RICHARD II
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      The devil | take^Hen|ry of Lan|caster,| and thee;
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      Patience | is stale,| and I | am wea|ry of it.
 
[Beats the keeper]
 
KEEPER
Help, help, help!
 
[Enter EXTON and Servants, armed]
 
KING RICHARD II
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      How now?| What means death | in this rude | assault?
       ,      2        T    T     T            ,       ,    2
      Villain, thine^|own hand yields | thy death's | instrument,
 
[Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him]
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      Go thou | and fill | ano|ther room | in hell.
 
[He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down]
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      That hand | shall burn | in ne|ver-quen|ching fire,
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      That stag|gers thus | my person.| Exton, thy | fierce^hand  ??
        ,      2         T     T      T       .     T    T    T
      Hath with the | king's blood stained | the king's own land.
        T      T    .   T          ,        ,        ,
      Mount, mount my soul,| thy seat | is up | on high,
        ,           T     T     T       ,             2    ,
      Whilst my | gross flesh sinks | downward,| here* to die.
 
[Dies]
 
EXTON
           ,        ,      ,       ,       ,
      As full | of va|lor as | of roy|al blood,
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      Both have | I spilled:| Oh would | the deed | were good.
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      For now | the devil,| that told | me I | did well,
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      Says, that | this deed | is chro|nicled | in hell.
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      This dead | king to | the li|ving king | I'll bear,
             ,           ,          ,          ,        ,
      Take hence | the rest,| and give | them bu|rial here.
 
[Exeunt]

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