Prescanned Shakespeare.com
presented by Acoustic Learning
Pomfret castle.
[Enter KING RICHARD]
KING RICHARD II
,
, 2 ,
, ,
I have | been stu|dying, how | I may | compare
, ,
, , ,
This pris/on where | I live,| unto | the world:
,
, ,
, ,
And for | because | the world | is pop|ulous,
, ,
, ,
,
And here | is not | a creat|ure, but | myself,
, ,
, , 2 ,
I can|not do | it: yet | I'll ham|mer it out.
, ,
, ,
,
My brain,| I'll prove | the fe|male to | my soul,
,
, ,
, ,
My soul,| the fath|er: and / these two | beget
, ,
, , ,
A ge|nera|tion of / still-breed|ing thoughts;
,
, , ,
,
And these / same thoughts,| people | this lit|tle
world,
,
, ,
, ,
In hum|ors, like | the peo|ple of / this world,
, ,
2 , ,
,
For no | thought is con|tented.| The bet|ter
sort,
,
, ,
, ,
As thoughts | of things | divine,| are
int|ermixed
,
, , ,
,
With scrup|les, and | do set | the faith | itself
, ,
, , ,
, ,
,
Against the faith: as thus: Come little ones: and then again,
????
,
, , ,
2 ,
It is | as hard | to come,| as for a | camel
,
, , 2
To thread | the pos|tern of a | needle's
eye.
, ,
2 , ,
,
Thoughts tend/ing to am|bition,| they do | plot
<- , ,
, T T
T
Un||likely | wonders;| how these | vain weak
nails
, ,
, , ,
May tear | a pas|sage through | the flin|ty ribs
, ,
, ,
,
Of this / hard world,| my rag|ged pris|on walls:
, ,
,
, ,
And for | they can/not, die | in their / own
pride.
, ,
, ,
,
Thoughts tend/ing to | content,| flatter |
themselves
,
, ,
, ,
That they | are not | the first | of for|tune's
slaves,
, ,
2 T T T ,
->
Nor shall | not be the | last. Like sil|ly
beg||gars,
, ,
2 , ,
,
Who | sitting | in the stocks,| refuge | their
shame
, , , ,
,
That ma|ny have,| and oth|ers must / sit there;
, ,
, ,
,
And in | this thought,| they find | a kind | of
ease,
,
, ,
, ,
Bearing | their own | misfor|tunes on | the back
,
, ,
, ,
Of such | as have | before | endured | the like.
, 2
, , ,
,
Thus play | I in one | prison,| many | people,
,
, , ,
2 ,
And none | content|ed. Some|times am I | king;
<- ,
, , ,
,
Then || treasons | make me | wish my|self a |
beggar,
, ,
, , ,
And so | I am.| Then crush|ing pen|ury,
, ,
, ,
,
Persuades | me, I | was bet|ter when | a king:
,
, ,
, ,
Then^am | I kinged | again:| and by | and by,
,
, ,
, ,
Think that | I am | unkinged | by Bol|ingbroke,
,
, ,
, ,
And straight | am noth|ing. But | whatere | I am,
, , ,
, ,
Nor I,| nor an|y man,| that but | man^is,
,
, , ,
,
With noth|ing shall | be pleased,| till he | be
eased
, ,
, , ,
With be|ing noth|ing. mus|ic do | I hear?
,
, ,
, ,
Ha*, ha?| Keep^time:| how sour | sweet mus/ic is,
,
, , ,
,
When time | is broke,| and no | propor|tion kept?
, ,
, ,
,
So is | it in | the mus|ic of / men's lives:
, ,
, , ,
And here | have I | the daint|iness | of ear,
, , ,
, ,
To check | time broke / in a | disord|ered
string:
, ,
, , ,
But for | the con|cord of | my state | and time,
, 2 ,
, T T
T
Had not an | ear to | hear my | true time broke.
,
, ,
, ,
I wast|ed time,| and now | doth time | waste^me:
, ,
, , 2
,
For now | hath time | made me | his num|bering
clock;
, ,
, , ,
My thoughts,| are min|utes; and | with sighs |
they jar,
, 2 ,
2 , ,
,
Their watch|es on^un|to mine^eyes,| the out|ward
watch, ??
,
, ,
, ,
Whereto | my fing|er, like | a di|al's point,
,
, , , ,
Is point|ing still,| in cleans|ing them | from
tears.
, ,
, ,
,
Now sir,| the sound | that tells | what hour | it
is,
, 2 ,
, ,
,
Are clam|orous groans,| which^strike | upon | my
heart,
,
, ,
, ,
Which^is | the bell:| so sighs,| and tears,| and
groans,
, , ,
, ,
Show* min|utes, hours,| and times:| but my | time
<- ,
, ,
T T T
Runs^||posting | on, in | Boling|broke's proud
joy,
, ,
, , 2 ,
While I | stand fool|ing here,| his Jack | o' the
clock.
, ,
, ,
,
This mus|ic mads | me, let | it sound | no more,
,
, , , ,
For though | it have / holp mad|men* to | their
wits,
,
, , , ,
In me | it seems,| it will / make wise | men* mad:
,
, ,
, ,
Yet bles|sing on | his heart | that gives | it
me;
, 2
, ,
, ,
For 'tis a | sign of | love, and | love to |
Richard, ??
, ,
, , ,
Is a / strange brooch,| in this / all-hat|ing
world.
[Enter a Groom of the Stable]
GROOM
__ ,
__
Hail | royal | prince.
KING RICHARD II
__ ,
__
Thanks | noble | peer, (match prev)
, x , T T T
The chea|pest of us,| is ten | groats too dear.
T T T
, , ,
What art thou?| And how*| comst thou | hither?
,
, ,
, ,
Where no | man nev|er comes,| but that / sad dog
, ,
, ,
,
That brings | me food,| to make | misfor|tune
live?
GROOM
, ,
, ,
,
I was | a poor | groom of | thy stab|le (king)
, ,
, , ,
When thou | wert king:| who trav|elling / towards
York,
, ,
, ,
,
With much | ado,| at length | have got|ten leave
, 3
3 ,
, ,
,
To look | upon my (some|times roy|al) mast|er's
face.
, ,
, ,
,
O how | it yearned | my heart,| when I | beheld
,
, , ,
,
In Lon|don streets,| that cor|ona|tion day,
,
, ,
, ,
When Bol|ingbroke | rode on | roan Bar/bary,
,
, ,
, ,
That horse,| that thou | so of|ten hast |
bestrid,
, ,
, , ,
That horse,| that I | so care|fully | have
dressed.
KING RICHARD II
,
, 2 , ,
,
Rode he | on Bar|bary? Tell | me gent|le friend,
,
, ,
How went | he und|er him? \\
GROOM
, , ,
, ,
So proud|ly, as | if he | disdained | the ground.
KING RICHARD II
, ,
, ,
,
So proud,| that Bol|ingbroke | was on | his back;
, ,
, ,
,
That jade | hath eat | bread from | my roy|al
hand.
, ,
, ,
,
This hand | hath made | him proud | with
clap|ping him.
, 2
, ,
T T T
Would he not | stumble?| Would he | not fall down
, ,
, , ,
(Since^pride | must have | a fall)| and break |
the neck
, ,
, ,
,
Of that / proud man,| that did | usurp | his
back?
,
, , ,
,
Forgive|ness horse:| why do | I rail | on thee,
,
, ,
, ,
Since thou | creat|ed to | be awed | by man
,
, , T T .
T
Wast born | to bear?| I was | not made a horse,
, ,
, ,
,
And yet | I bear | a burd|en like | an ass,
T T . T
, ,
,
Spur-galled, and tired | by jounc|ing
Bol|ingbroke.
[Enter Keeper, with a dish]
KEEPER
,
T T T 2 , ,
Fellow,| give place, here | is no long|er stay.
KING RICHARD II
,
, , ,
,
If thou | love me,| 'tis time | thou wert | away.
GROOM
,
, ,
, ,
What my / tongue dares | not, that | my heart |
shall say.
[Exit]
KEEPER
, T T
T , ,
My lord,| will it please | you to / fall to?
KING RICHARD II
,
, , ,
,
Taste of | it first,| as thou | art wont | to do.
KEEPER
, ,
, ,
,
My lord,| I dare | not: Sir | Pierce of | Exton,
,
, 2 ,
, 2 ,
2->
Who late|ly came | from the king,| commands | the
contra||ry.
KING RICHARD II
x ,
2 , , ,
The devil | take^Hen|ry of Lan|caster,| and thee;
,
, , ,
x
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
, T T
T 2 ,
,
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]
, ,
, , ,
Go thou | and fill | anoth|er room | in hell.
[He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down]
, ,
, ,
,
That hand | shall burn | in nev|er-quen|ching
fire,
,
, x
, 2 ,
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,
,
, ,
, ,
Whilst^my | gross^flesh | sinks^down|ward, here |
to die.
[Dies]
EXTON
, ,
, ,
,
As full | of val|or, as | of roy|al blood,
,
, ,
, ,
Both have | I spilled:| Oh would | the deed |
were good.
, x ,
, ,
For now | the devil,| that told | me I | did
well,
,
, ,
, ,
Says, that | this deed | is chro|nicled | in
hell.
,
, ,
, ,
This dead | king to | the liv|ing king | I'll
bear,
, ,
, , ,
Take hence | the rest,| and give | them bur|ial
here.
[Exeunt]