Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 1
Critical ApparatusEnter Bull. Yorke, North.1
Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne
2The Welch men are disperst, and Salisburie
3Is gone to meete the King, who lately landed
4With some few priuate friends vpon this coast.5
North. The newes is very faire and good my lord,
6Richard not farre from hence hath hid his head.7
Yorke It would beseeme the Lord Northumberland
8To say King Richard; alacke the heauy day,
9When such a sacred King should hide his head.10
North. Your Grace mistakes; onely to be briefe
Critical Apparatus11Left I his title out.
Yorke The time hath bin,
12Would you haue beene so briefe with him,
Critical Apparatus13He would haue bin so briefe to shorten you,
Critical Apparatus14For taking so the head, your whole heads length:15
Bull. Mistake not (vncle) further then you should.16
Yorke Take not (good cousin) further then you should,
Critical Apparatus17Lest you mistake the heauens are ouer our heads.18
Bull. I know it vncle, and oppose not my selfe,
19Against their will. But, who comes here?Enter Percie.
20Welcome Harry; what, will not this castle yeelde?Critical Apparatus21
H.Per. The Castle royally is mand my Lord,
23Why it containes no King.
H.Per. Yes (my good Lord,)
24It doth containe a King, King Richard lies
25Within the limites of yon lime and stone,
26And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury,
pg 41727Sir Stephen Scroope, besides a cleargie man
28Of holy reuerence, who I cannot learne.29
North. Oh belike it is the bishop of Carleil.Critical Apparatus30
Bull. Noble [Lord],
31Go to the rude ribbes of that ancient Castle,
32Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parlee
33Into his ruinde eares, and thus deliuer.
Critical Apparatus34H. Bull.
Critical Apparatus35On both his knees doth kisse king Richards hand,
36And sends allegeance and true faith of heart
37To his most royall person: hither come
38Euen at his feete to lay my armes and power:
39Prouided, that my banishment repeald,
40And lands restored againe be freely granted;
41If not, Ile vse the aduantage of my power,
42And lay the summers dust with showres of bloud,
43Rainde from the wounds of slaughtered English men,
Critical Apparatus44The which, how farre off from the minde of Bulling.
45It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench
46The fresh greene lap of faire King Richards land:
47My stooping duety tenderly shall shew:
48Go signifie as much while here we march
49Vpon the grassie carpet of this plaine;
50Lets march without the noyse of threatning drumme,
51That from this Castels tottered battlements
52Our faire appointments may be well perusde.
53Me thinkes King Richard and my selfe should meete
54With no lesse terrour than the elements
55Of fire and water, when their thundring shocke
56At meeting teares the cloudie cheekes of heauen.
57Be he the fire, Ile be the yeelding water;
Critical Apparatus58The rage be his, whilst on the earth I raigne
60March on, and marke King Richard how he lookes.Critical ApparatusThe trumpets sound, Richard appeareth on the walls.61
Bull. See see King Richard doth himselfe appeare.
62As doth the blushing discontented Sunne,
63From out the fierie portall of the East,
64When he perceiues the enuious cloudes are bent
pg 418Critical Apparatus65To dimme his glorie, and to staine the tracke
66Of his bright passage to the Occident.67
Yorke Yet lookes he like a King, beholde his eye,
68As bright as is the Eagles, lightens forth
69Controlling maiestie; alacke alacke for woe,
70That any harme should staine so faire a shew.71
King We are amazde, and thus long haue we stoode,
72To watch the feareful bending of thy knee,
73Because we thought our selfe thy lawful King:
Critical Apparatus74An if wee be, howe dare thy ioynts forget
75To pay their awefull duety to our presence?
76If we be not, shew vs the hand of God
77That hath dismist vs from our Stewardship;
78For well we know no hand of bloud and bone
79Can gripe the sacred handle of our Scepter,
80Vnlesse he do prophane, steale, or vsurpe,
81And though you thinke that all as you haue done
82Haue torne their soules, by turning them from vs,
83And we are barren and bereft of friends:
84Yet know, my maister God omnipotent.
85Is mustering in his cloudes on our behalfe,
86Armies of pestilence, and they shall strike
87Your children yet vnborne, and vnbegot,
88That lift your vassaile hands against my head,
89And threat the glorie of my precious crowne.
Critical Apparatus90Tell Bullingbrooke, for yon me thinkes he standes,
91That euery stride he makes vpon my land,
Critical Apparatus92Is dangerous treason: he is come to open
93The purple testament of bleeding warre:
G1r Link 94But ere the crowne he lookes for, liue in peace,
95Ten thousand bloudy crownes of mothers sonnes,
96Shall ill become the flower of Englands face,
97Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace,
98To scarlet indignation and bedew
Critical Apparatus99Her pastors grasse with faithfull English bloud.100
North. The King of heauen forbid: our Lo: the king
101Should so with ciuill and vnciuill armes,
102Be rusht vpon. Thy thrise noble Cosen,
103Harry Bullingbrooke doth humbly kisse thy hand,
104And by the honorable tombe he sweares,
105That stands vpon your roiall grandsires bones,
106And by the roialties of both your blouds,
107Currents that spring from one most gratious head,
108And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,
109And by the worth and honor of himselfe,
pg 419110Comprising all that may be sworne or said.
111His comming hither hath no further scope,
112Then for his lineall roialties, and to beg
113Infranchisement immediate on his knees,
114Which on thy roiall partie granted once,
115His glittering armes he will commend to rust,
116His barbed steeds to stables, and his hart
117To faithfull seruice of your Maiesty.
Critical Apparatus118This sweares he, as he is [a prince and] iust,
119And as I am a gentleman I credit him.120
King Northumberland, say thus, the King returnes,
121His noble Cosen is right welcome hither,
122And all the number of his faire demaunds,
123Shall be accomplisht without contradiction,
124With all the gratious vtterance thou hast,
125Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends.
Critical Apparatus126[We] do debase our selues, Cosen do we not,
127To looke so poorely, and to speake so faire?
128Shall we call backe Northumberland and send
129Defiance to the traitor and so die?130
Aum. No good my Lo: lets fight with gentle words,
G1v Link 131Till time lend friends, and friends their helpfull swords.132
King Oh God oh God that ere this tong of mine
133That laid the sentence of dread banishment
134On yon prowde man should take it off againe
135With words of sooth! Oh that I were as great
136As is my griefe, or lesser than my name!
137Or that I could forget what I haue beene!
138Or not remember what I must be now!
139Swellst thou (prowd heart) Ile giue thee scope to beate,
140Since foes haue scope to beate both thee and me.141
Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbrooke142
King What must the King do now? must he submit?
143The King shall do it: must he be deposde?
144The king shall be contented: must he loose
Critical Apparatus145The name of King? a Gods name let it go:
146Ile giue my iewels for a set of Beades:
147My gorgeous pallace for a hermitage:
148My gay apparel for an almesmans gowne:
149My figurde goblets for a dish of wood:
150My scepter for a Palmers walking staffe:
151My subiects for a paire of carued Saintes,
152And my large kingdome for a little graue,
153A little little graue, an obscure graue,
pg 420154Or Ile be buried in the Kings hie way,
155Some way of common trade, where subiects feete
156May hourely trample on their soueraignes head;
157For on my heart they treade now whilst I liue:
158And buried once, why not vpon my head?
159Aumerle thou weepst (my tender-hearted coosin)
160Weele make fowle weather with despised teares;
161Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corne,
162And make a dearth in this reuolting land:
163Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,
164And make some prety match with sheading teares,
Critical Apparatus165As thus to drop them still vpon one place,
166Till they haue fretted vs a paire of graues
Critical Apparatus167Within the earth, and therein laide; there lies
169Would not this ill do well? well well I see,
Critical Apparatus170I talke but idlely, and you laugh at me.
171Most mightie Prince my Lord Northumberland,
172What saies king Bullingbroke, will his maiestie
173Giue Richard leaue to liue till Richard dye,
174You make a leg and Bullingbroke saies I.175
North. My Lord, in the base court he doth attend,
176To speake with you, may it please you to come downe.177
King. Downe, downe I come, like glistring Phaeton:
178Wanting the manage of vnrulie Iades.
179In the base court, base court where Kinges growe base,
180To come at traitors calls, and do them grace,
181In the base court come downe: downe court, downe King,
182For nightowles shreeke where mounting larkes should sing.183
Bull. What saies his maiestie?
North. Sorrowe and greife of hart,
184Makes him speake fondly like a frantike man,
185Yet he is come.
Bull. Stand all apart,
186And shew faire dutie to his Maiestie:Critical Apparatus(he kneeles downe.
187My gratious Lord.188
King. Faire coosen, you debase your princely knee,
189To make the base earth proud with kissing it:
190Me rather had my hart might feele your loue,
191Then my vnpleased eie see your curtesie:
192Vp coosen vp, your hart is vp I knowe,
193Thus high at least, although your knee be lowe.194
Bull. My gratious Lord, I come but for mine owne.195
King. Your owne is yours, and I am yours and all.196
Bull. So farre be mine my most redoubted Lord,
197As my true seruice shall deserue your loue.pg 421 Critical Apparatus198
King. Well you deserue: they well deserue to haue,
199That know the strong'st and surest way to get,
Critical Apparatus200Vncle giue me your handes, nay drie your eies,
201Teares shew their loue, but want their remedies.
202Coosen I am to yong to be your Father,
204What you will haue, Ile giue, and willing to,
205For doe we must, what force will haue vs doe:
206Set on towards London, Cosen is it so?Critical Apparatus207
Bul. Yea my good Lord: