Paul Yachnin and Anthony B. Dawson (eds), The Oxford Shakespeare: Richard II
Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus Drums, flourish, and colours. Enter Richard, Aumerle, Carlisle, and soldiersEditor’s Note2
aumerle Yea, my lord. How brooks your grace the air
Link 3After your late tossing on the breaking seas?Editor’s Note Link 4
richard Needs must I like it well. I weep for joy
5To stand upon my kingdom once again;
7Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs.pg 206
Link 9Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting,
10So weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,
Critical Apparatus11And do thee favours with my royal hands.
12Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,
Editor’s Note13Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense,
Editor’s Note16Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet
Editor’s Note17Which with usurping steps do trample thee.
Link 18Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies
19And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
Editor’s Note21Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
22Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.
Editor’s Note23Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords.
Editor’s Note24This earth shall have a feeling and these stonespg 207
Link 25Prove armèd soldiers ere her native king
Critical Apparatus26Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.Editor’s Note27
carlisle Fear not, my lord. That power that made you king
Link 28Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.
Editor’s Note30And not neglected; else heaven would
Critical Apparatus31And we will not: heaven's offer we refuse,33
aumerle He means, my lord, that we are too remiss
Editor’s Note34Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,
Critical Apparatus35Grows strong and great in substance and in friends.Editor’s Note36
richard Discomfortable cousin, know'st thou not
Link 39Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseenpg 208
44Then murders, treasons and detested sins,
45The cloak of night being plucked from off their backs,
46Stand bare and naked trembling at themselves.
Editor’s Note47So when this thief, this traitor Bolingbroke,
48Who all this while hath revelled in the night
Link 50Shall see us rising in our throne, the east,
52Not able to endure the sight of day
Editor’s Note54Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Editor’s Note56The breath of worldly men cannot depose
Link 57The deputy elected by the Lord;
Editor’s Note58For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed
Critical Apparatus60God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay
61A glorious angel. Then if angels fight,pg 209 Enter SalisburyEditor’s NoteCritical Apparatus64
salisbury Nor nea'er nor farther off, my gracious lord,
Editor’s Note65Than this weak arm. Discomfort guides my tongue
66And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
Editor’s Note68Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth.
69O call back yesterday, bid time return,
70And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men;
71Today, today, unhappy day too late,
73For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,
74Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.Link 75
aumerle Comfort, my liege. Why looks your grace so pale?Editor’s Note76
richard But now the blood of twenty thousand men
Link 77Did triumph in my face and they are fled;
78And till so much blood thither come again
79Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
Editor’s Note81For time hath set a blot upon my pride.Link 82
aumerle Comfort, my liege, remember who you are.83
richard I had forgot myself. Am I not king?pg 210
Critical Apparatus85Is not the king's name twenty thousand names?
86Arm, arm, my name! A puny subject strikes
87At thy great glory. Look not to the ground,
89High be our thoughts. I know my uncle YorkEnter Scroop
But who comes here?Editor’s Note91
scroop More health and happiness betide my liege93
richard Mine ear is open and my heart prepared,
94The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.
Editor’s Note95Say, is my kingdom lost? Why, 'twas my care
96And what loss is it to be rid of care?
97Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?
98Greater he shall not be: if he serve God,
Editor’s Note99We'll serve him too and be his fellow so.
Editor’s Note100Revolt our subjects? That we cannot mend;
101They break their faith to God as well as us.
Editor’s Note103The worst is death, and death will have his day.104
scroop Glad am I that your highness is so armed
Editor’s Note105To bear the tidings of calamity.pg 211
Link 106Like an unseasonable stormy day,
Critical Apparatus107Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores
108As if the world were all dissolved to tears,
Editor’s Note109So high above his limits swells the rage
Critical Apparatus110Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land
111With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel.
Critical Apparatus112Whitebeards have armed their thin and hairless scalps
Editor’s Note119Against thy seat. Both young and old rebel,
120And all goes worse than I have power to tell.121
richard Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill.
Editor’s Note122Where is the Earl of Wiltshire, where is Bagot,
123What is become of Bushy, where is Green,
124That they have let the dangerous enemy
Editor’s Note125Measure our confines with such peaceful steps?pg 212
126If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it.
127I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.128
scroop Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord.Editor’s Note129
richard O villains, vipers, damned without redemption,
130Dogs easily won to fawn on any man,
Critical Apparatus133Would they make peace? Terrible hell make warEditor’s Note135
scroop Sweet love, I see, changing his property,
Critical Apparatus136Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate.
Link 137Again uncurse their souls, their peace is made
Editor’s Note138With heads and not with hands. Those whom you curse
Critical Apparatus139Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound
140And lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.141
aumerle Is Bushy, Green and the Earl of Wiltshire dead?Critical Apparatus142
scroop Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their heads.143
aumerle Where is the Duke my father with his power?144
richard No matter where. Of comfort no man speak—
145Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs,
Editor’s Note146Make dust our paper and with rainy eyespg 213
147Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
148Let's choose executors and talk of wills—
149And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Editor’s Note150Save our deposèd bodies to the ground?
151Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's,
Link 152And nothing can we call our own but death
156And tell sad stories of the death of kings,
157How some have been deposed, some slain in war,
159Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed—
Editor’s Note160All murdered. For within the hollow crown
Link 161That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Link 162Keeps death his court, and there the antic sits,
Link 163Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Editor’s Note164Allowing him a breath, a little scene
Link 165To monarchize, be feared and kill with looks,
166Infusing him with self and vain conceit,pg 214
Editor’s Note168Were brass impregnable, and humoured thus
169Comes at the last and with a little pin
Editor’s Note171Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
172With solemn reverence. Throw away respect,
Link 173Tradition, form and ceremonious duty.
175I live with bread like you, feel want,
Editor’s Note176Taste grief, need friends. Subjected thus,
177How can you say to me I am a king?Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus178
carlisle My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present woes,
Editor’s Note179But presently prevent the ways to wail.
Editor’s Note180To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
181Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe,
Editor’s Note183Fear and be slain, no worse can come to fight,
Editor’s Note184And fight and die is death destroying death,
185Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.Editor’s Note186
aumerle My father hath a power: inquire of him,
Editor’s Note187And learn to make a body of a limb.pg 215 Editor’s Note188
richard Thou chid'st me well. Proud Bolingbroke, I come
Editor’s Note191An easy task it is to win our own.
192Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power?
193Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.Editor’s Note Link 194
scroop Men judge by the complexion of the sky
196So may you by my dull and heavy eye
197My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
199To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:
200Your uncle York is joined with Bolingbroke
201And all your northern castles yielded up
202And all your southern gentlemen in arms
richard Thou hast said enough.
205Of that sweet way I was in to despair.
Editor’s Note206What say you now, what comfort have we now?
Link 207By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly
208That bids me be of comfort any more.
Editor’s Note209Go to Flint Castle, there I'll pine away—pg 216
Editor’s Note210A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.
Editor’s Note212To ear the land that hath some hope to grow,
213For I have none. Let no man speak again
214To alter this, for counsel is but vain.Editor’s Note215
aumerle My liege, one word.Critical Apparatus Exeunt
richard He does me double wrong
Link 216That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
217Discharge my followers, let them hence away