Act 5, Scene 1

London. A street leading to the Tower.

  1. [Enter the QUEEN and ladies.]
  2. Queen Isabel
  3. 2237 This way the King will come; this is the way
  4. 2238 To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower,
  5. 2239 To whose flint bosom my condemned lord
  6. 2240 Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke.
  7. 2241 Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
  8. 2242 Have any resting for her true King's queen.
  9. [Enter KING RICHARD and Guard.]
  10. Queen Isabel
  11. 2243 But soft, but see, or rather do not see,
  12. 2244 My fair rose wither; yet look up, behold,
  13. 2245 That you in pity may dissolve to dew,
  14. 2246 And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.
  15. 2247 Ah! thou, the model where old Troy did stand;
  16. 2248 Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb,
  17. 2249 And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn,
  18. 2250 Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee,
  19. 2251 When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
  20. King Richard II
  21. 2252 Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
  22. 2253 To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul,
  23. 2254 To think our former state a happy dream;
  24. 2255 From which awak'd, the truth of what we are
  25. 2256 Shows us but this. I am sworn brother, sweet,
  26. 2257 To grim Necessity; and he and
  27. 2258 Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France,
  28. 2259 And cloister thee in some religious house:
  29. 2260 Our holy lives must win a new world's crown,
  30. 2261 Which our profane hours here have thrown down.
  31. Queen Isabel
  32. 2262 What! is my Richard both in shape and mind
  33. 2263 Transform'd and weaken'd! Hath Bolingbroke depos'd
  34. 2264 Thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart?
  35. 2265 The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw
  36. 2266 And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
  37. 2267 To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
  38. 2268 Take the correction mildly, kiss the rod,
  39. 2269 And fawn on rage with base humility,
  40. 2270 Which art a lion and the king of beasts?
  41. King Richard II
  42. 2271 A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts,
  43. 2272 I had been still a happy king of men.
  44. 2273 Good sometimes queen, prepare thee hence for France.
  45. 2274 Think I am dead, and that even here thou tak'st,
  46. 2275 As from my death-bed, thy last living leave.
  47. 2276 In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire
  48. 2277 With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales
  49. 2278 Of woeful ages long ago betid;
  50. 2279 And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs
  51. 2280 Tell thou the lamentable tale of me,
  52. 2281 And send the hearers weeping to their beds;
  53. 2282 For why, the senseless brands will sympathize
  54. 2283 The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
  55. 2284 And in compassion weep the fire out;
  56. 2285 And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,
  57. 2286 For the deposing of a rightful king.
  58. [Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended.]
  59. Earl of Northumberland
  60. 2287 My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd;
  61. 2288 You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.
  62. 2289 And, madam, there is order ta'en for you:
  63. 2290 With all swift speed you must away to France.
  64. King Richard II
  65. 2291 Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal
  66. 2292 The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,
  67. 2293 The time shall not be many hours of age
  68. 2294 More than it is, ere foul sin gathering head
  69. 2295 Shall break into corruption. Thou shalt think,
  70. 2296 Though he divide the realm and give thee half
  71. 2297 It is too little, helping him to all;
  72. 2298 And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way
  73. 2299 To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
  74. 2300 Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way
  75. 2301 To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.
  76. 2302 The love of wicked men converts to fear;
  77. 2303 That fear to hate; and hate turns one or both
  78. 2304 To worthy danger and deserved death.
  79. Earl of Northumberland
  80. 2305 My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
  81. 2306 Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith.
  82. King Richard II
  83. 2307 Doubly divorc'd! Bad men, ye violate
  84. 2308 A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me,
  85. 2309 And then betwixt me and my married wife.
  86. 2310 Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;
  87. 2311 And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.
  88. 2312 Part us, Northumberland: I towards the north,
  89. 2313 Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime;
  90. 2314 My wife to France, from whence set forth in pomp,
  91. 2315 She came adorned hither like sweet May,
  92. 2316 Sent back like Hallowmas or short'st of day.
  93. Queen Isabel
  94. 2317 And must we be divided? Must we part?
  95. King Richard II
  96. 2318 Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.
  97. Queen Isabel
  98. 2319 Banish us both, and send the king with me.
  99. Earl of Northumberland
  100. 2320 That were some love, but little policy.
  101. Queen Isabel
  102. 2321 Then whither he goes, thither let me go.
  103. King Richard II
  104. 2322 So two, together weeping, make one woe.
  105. 2323 Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here;
  106. 2324 Better far off than near, be ne'er the near.
  107. 2325 Go, count thy way with sighs; I mine with groans.
  108. Queen Isabel
  109. 2326 So longest way shall have the longest moans.
  110. King Richard II
  111. 2327 Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short,
  112. 2328 And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
  113. 2329 Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,
  114. 2330 Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.
  115. 2331 One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part;
  116. 2332 Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.
  117. [They kiss.]
  118. Queen Isabel
  119. 2333 Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part
  120. 2334 To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
  121. [They kiss again.]
  122. Queen Isabel
  123. 2335 So, now I have mine own again, be gone.
  124. 2336 That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
  125. King Richard II
  126. 2337 We make woe wanton with this fond delay:
  127. 2338 Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.
  128. [Exeunt.]