You urg'd me as a judge; but I had rather You would have bid me argue like a father: [O, had it been a stranger, not my child, To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: A partial slander sought I to avoid, Mar. My lord, Boling. I have too few to take my leave of you, When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart. 535 Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a time. Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for that time. Gaunt. What is six winters? they are quickly gone. Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes one our ten. Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak'st for pleasure. 540 Boling. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so, Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage. Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps Where'er I wander, boast of this I can, man. [Exeunt. Enter King Richard, Bagot and Green; Aumerle following. Scene IV-A Room in the King's Palace. 590 As were our England in reversion his, 625 Now for the rebels, which stand out in means, For their advantage and your highness' And, for our coffers, with too great a K. Rich. We did observe.-Cousin Aumerle, Ilow far brought you high Hereford on his way? Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call him so, But to the next highway, and there I left him. K. Rich. And, say, what store of parting tears were shed? Aum. 'Faith, none for me, (1) except the nord-east wind, Which then blew bitterly against our face. Awak'd the sleepy rheum; and so, by chance, 595 Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. K. Rich. What said our cousin when Our substitutes at home shall have blank you parted with him? 635 Aum. Farewell! 600 To counterfeit oppression of such grief, That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave. Marry, would the word farewell have And added years to his short banishment, Whether our kinsman come to see his friends. well court 630 And liberal largess, are grown somewhat We are enforc'd to farm our royal realm; charters; Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich, them for large sums of gold, They shall subscribe And send them after to supply our wants; K. Rich. Now put it, God, in his phy- To help him to his grave immediately! ACT II. [Exeunt. Scene I.-London. A Room in Ely-House. Gaunt on Gaunt. a couch; the Duke of York, and others standing by him. Will the king come? that I may breathe my last And had the tribute of his supple knee, 620 friends;' (1) None on my part. (1) Prompt-suitable-disengaged from entangle ments. youth and ease have taught to glose; | This other Eden, demi-paradise, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal More are men's ends mark'd than their Renowned for their deeds as far from York. No; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds, As praises of his state: then, there are found Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound 670 The open ear of youth doth always listen; Report of fashions in proud Italy, Whose manners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base imitation. Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity, 675 (So it be new, there's no respect how vile,) That is not quickly buzz'd into his ears? Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard. Direct not him, whose way himself will choose; "Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose. Gaunt. Methinks I am a prophet new inspir'd; 680 And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes: With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder: Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, home, For Christian service, and true chivalry, 705 Dear for her reputation through the world, is now bound in with 715 That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death! Enter King Richard and Queen; Aumerle, Bushy. Green, Bagot, Ross, and Willoughby. York. The king is come: deal mildly with his youth; 720 being rag'd, do rage the more. our noble uncle, Lancaster? For young hot colts, Queen. How fares K. Rich. What comfort, man? How is't with aged Gaunt? Gaunt. O, how that name befits my composition! Old Gaunt, indeed, and gaunt in being old: 725 Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; (1) All the ancient copies read infection. Farmer suggested the substitution of infestion, an abbreviation of infestation, which appears to have designated those violent incursions of an enemy-those annoying, joydepriving (infestus) ravages-to which an unprotected frontier is peculiarly exposed. Still, infection, being a word of which there can be no doubt of the meaning. is to be preferred. if we can be content to receive the idea in a limited sense--that the sea in some soit kept out pestilence, though not absolutely. (2) Pelting, invariably means something petty-of little worth. word seems related to pultry. The SHAKESPEARE. And who abstains from meat, that is not gaunt? For sleeping England long time have I watch'd; Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt: The pleasure that some fathers feed upon 730 Is my strict fast,-I mean my children's looks; And, therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt; Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones. K. Rich. Can sick men play so nicely with their names? 735 Gaunt. No; misery makes sport to mock itself: Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee. K. Rich. Should dying men flatter with those that live? Gaunt. Oh! no; K. Rich. I am in Gaunt. Now, He Gaunt. No, no; men living flatter those 740 that die. K. Rich. Thou, now a dying, say'st thou flatter'st me. thou diest, though I the sicker be. health, I breathe, and see thee ill. that made me knows I see thee ill; Ill in myself to see, and in thee seeing ill. Thy death-bed is no lesser than the land Wherein thou liest in reputation sick: And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee. A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, Whose compass is no bigger than thy head; And yet, incaged in so small a verge, The waste is no whit lesser than thy land. O, had thy grandsire, with a prophet's eye, Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons, From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame, Deposing thee before thou wert possess'd, Which art possess'd now to depose thyself. Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, It were a shame to let this land by lease: But, for thy world, enjoying but this land: Is it not more than shame to shame it so? Landlord of England art thou, and not king: Thy state of law is bondslave to the law; And K. Rich. And thou a lunatic lean-witted fool, Presuming on an ague's privilege, blood, 770 With fury, from his native residence. son, head, Should run thy head Gaunt. O, spare from thy unreverend shoulders. me not, my brother Edward's son, 775 For that I was his father Edward's son; soul, souls! 780 May be a precedent and witness good, Join with the present sickness that I have; These words hereafter thy tormentors be! 790 [Exit, borne out by his Attendants. K. Rich. And let them die, that age and sullens have; and both become the grave. For both hast thou, York. I do beseech your majesty, impute To wayward sickliness and age in him: dear As Harry, duke of Hereford, were he here. K. Rich. Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his: As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is. Enter Northumberland. North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty. K. Rich. What says he? North. Nay, nothing; all is said: 800 His tongue is now a stringless instrument; spent. Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath York. Be York the next that must be bankrupt so! Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. K. Rich. The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; our pilgrimage must be Now for our Irish wars: His time is spent, So much for that. 805 We must supplant those rough rug-headed | But by fair sequence and succession? kerns, Which live like venom, where no venom else, But only they, hath privilege to live. 810 Towards our assistance, we do seize to us 815 Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke first; In war was never lion rag'd more fierce, 825 man: His face thou hast, for even so look'd he, Which his triumphant father's hand had won: The royalties and rights of banish'd Here- Was not Gaunt just? and is not Harry true? His charters, and his customary rights; (1) Follow. Now, afore God (God forbid, I say true!) 855 You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts, Which honour and allegiance cannot think.860 York. I'll not be by the while. My liege, What will ensue hereof there's none can tell; [Exit. K. Rich. Go, Bushy, to the earl of Wilt- Bid him repair to us to Ely-house Be merry, for our time of stay is short. 875 North. Well, lords, the duke of Lancaster is dead. Ross. And living too; for now his son is duke. Willo. Barely in title, not in revenue. North. Richly in both, if justice had her right. Ross. My heart is great; but it must break with silence, Ere't be disburthen'd with a liberal tongue. North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm! Willo. Tends that thou'dst speak to the duke of Hereford? |