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My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your Ma iestie. Nay nothing, all is said: His tongue is now a stringless instrument, Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent. Well Lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead. Richly in both if justice had her right. Nay speak thy mind, & let him never speak mor That speaks thy words again to do thee harm. Now afore God 'tis shame such wrongs are born, In him a royal Prince and many more, Of noble blood in this declining land, The King is not himself, but basely led By flatterers, and what they will inform, Merely in hate gainst any of us all, That will the King severely prosecute, Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. Wars hath not wasted it, for warrde he hath not, But basely ye dead upon compromise, That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows, More hath he spent in peace then they in wars. Reproach and dissolution hangs over him. His noble kinsman most degenerate King, But Lords we hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm: We see the wind fit soar upon our fails. And yet we strike not, but securely perish. Not so, even through the hollow eyes of death, I spy life peering but I dare not say, How near the tidings of our comfort is. Then thus, I have from le Port Blan A Bay in Britain receiude intelligence, That Harry duke of Her ord, Rainold L. Cobham That late broke from the Duke of Exeter His brother, archbishop late of Canterbury, Sir Thomas E pingham, sir John Ramston, Sir John Norbery, sir Robert Water on, and Francis Coin S; All these well furnished by the Duke of Britain With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war, Are making hither with all endue expedience, And shortly mean to touch our Northern shore: Perhaps they had er this, but that they stay The first departing of the King for Ireland. If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke, Imp out our drooping countries broken wing, Redeem from Broking pawn the blemished Crown, Wipe off the dust that hides our Sceptres gilded, And make high Majesty look Like it self, Away with me in post to Ravenspurgh: But if you faint, as fearing to do so, Stay, and be secret, and my self will go. Believe me noble Lord, I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire, These high wild hills and rough uneven ways, Draws out our miles and makes them wearisome, And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Making the hard way sweet and delectable, But I bethink me what a weary way From Ravenspurgh to Cotshall will be found, In Rose and Wilsoughby wanting your company, Which I protest hath very much beguiled, The tediousness and process of my travel: But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have The present benefit which I pessesse. And hope to joy is little less in joy, Then hope enjoyed: by this the weary Lords Shall make their way seem short as mine hath done, By sighed of what I have, your noble company. It is my son young Harry Persy, Sent from my brother Worcester whence soever. Harry, how fares your Un kle? Why is he not with the Queen? What was his reason, he was not so resolved, When last we spoke together? Have you forgotten the Duke of Herefords boy? Then learn to know him now, this is the Duke. How far is it to Barckly, and what S ur Keeps good old York there with his men of war? Here come the Lords of Rose and Willoughby Bloody with spurring, fiery read with haste. It is my Lord of Barkly as I guess. The noble Duke hath been too much abused. The noble Duke hath sworn his coming is, But for his own; and for the right of that, We all have strongly sworn to give him aid: And let him never see joy that breaks that oath. The news is very fair and good my lord Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. Your Grace mistakes; only to be brief Left I his title out. O belike it is the bishop of Carleil. The King of heaven forbid: our Lo: the king Should so with civil and uncivil arms, be rushed upon. Thy thrice noble Cousin, Harry Bullingbrook does humbly kiss thy hand, And by the honourable tomb he swears, That stands upon your royal grandsires bones, And by the royalties of both your bloods, Currents that spring from one most gracious head, And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt, And by the worth and honour of himself, Compri king all that may be sworn or said. His coming hither hath no further scope, Then for his lineal royalties, and to beg Infranchisement immediate on his knees, Which on thy royal party granted once, His glittering arms he will commend to rust, His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart To faithful service of your Majesty. This swears he, as he is princess joust, And as I am a gentleman I credit him. My Lord, in the base cou to he does attend, To speak with you, may it please you to come down. Sorrow and grief of heart, Makes him speak fondly Like a frantic man, Yet he is come. Well have you argued sir, and for your pains, Of Capital treason, we arrest you here: My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge, To keep him safely till his day of trial. My Lord, the mind of Bullingbrook is change, You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And Madam, there is order taken for you, With all swift speed you must away to France. My gilded be on my head, and there and end: Take leave and partly, for you must partly forthwith. First to thy sacred state wish I all happiness, The next news is, I h we to London sent The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt and Kenned, The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here.
Plot summary
Plot — Richard the Second
HennyiBolingbroke and THOMasIMGWbiay accuse one another of treason. Bolingbroke claims that Mowbray has misappropriated money intended to pay the army, and is responsible for the murder of the Duke of Gleweester. Mowbray insists that the money he kept was in reimbursement of legitimate expenses, but has no very clear rebuttal to the murder charge. They challenge one another to fight, and KimglRi@hard is unable to persuade them out of it. On the appointed day, however, he intervenes to halt the trial by combat and banishes them both, Bolingbroke for a term of years and Mowbray forever; Bolingbroke’s sentence is ===== PAGE 288 ===== cut from ten years to six to please his father, JOHMIS Gaunt Richard is using unorthodox means to raise revenue, including leases and forced loans. He goes to visit Gaunt, who is mortally ill, hoping to find him dead so that he can seize the estate to pay for his Irish wars; but he arrives too soon and has to listen to some dying words of wisdom. He then sequesters Gaunt’s property, despite fRelDUKeIOMork's protest at the dispossession of the rightful heir, Bolingbroke. He goes to Ireland, leaving York to rule England in his absence. NOrhUmbeHand and other nobles, discontented with Richard’s fiscal practices, learn that Bolingbroke is returning to England with an army, and join him. York mobilizes troops to defend the kingdom, but Bolingbroke insists that he only comes to claim his inheritance. Richard returns from Ireland, intending to crush the rebellion, only to find that the Welsh troops with whom he was to rendezvous have given up waiting, thinking him dead, and disbanded themselves. He gives in to despair on learning that Bolingbroke has executed his favourites and won York’s support. Bolingbroke demands the repeal of his banishment and restoration of his lands, but Richard is willing even to give up the crown. At a parliament, there are persistent rumours and recriminations about Gloucester’s death, and gages thud to the floor as numerous lords challenge one another to fight. Bolingbroke controls the situation. Richard resigns in his favour, and he becomes King Henry IV; HelBishoplofcarlisle dissents and is arrested. Richard is summoned to make a formal, public surrender of power, but he balks at the demand that he read a list of charges against his regime. His Qh returns to France, and he is imprisoned at Pontefract. WorkSMson, degraded in rank for supporting Richard, joins a conspiracy to assassinate the new King. York…