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ACT V - SCENE V. Pomfret castle.
Enter KING RICHARD

KING RICHARD II
1    I have been studying how I may compare
2    This prison where I live unto the world:
3    And for because the world is populous
4    And here is not a creature but myself,
5    I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
6    My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
7    My soul the father; and these two beget
8    A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
9    And these same thoughts people this little world,
10   In humours like the people of this world,
11   For no thought is contented. The better sort,
12   As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
13   With scruples and do set the word itself
14   Against the word:
15   As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
16   'It is as hard to come as for a camel
17   To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
18   Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
19   Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
20   May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
21   Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
22   And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
23   Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
24   That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
25   Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
26   Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
27   That many have and others must sit there;
28   And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
29   Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
30   Of such as have before endured the like.
31   Thus play I in one person many people,
32   And none contented: sometimes am I king;
33   Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
34   And so I am: then crushing penury
35   Persuades me I was better when a king;
36   Then am I king'd again: and by and by
37   Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
38   And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
39   Nor I nor any man that but man is
40   With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
41   With being nothing. Music do I hear?
Music
42   Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
43   When time is broke and no proportion kept!
44   So is it in the music of men's lives.
45   And here have I the daintiness of ear
46   To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string;
47   But for the concord of my state and time
48   Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
49   I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
50   For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
51   My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
52   Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
53   Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
54   Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
55   Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
56   Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
57   Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
58   Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time
59   Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
60   While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.
61   This music mads me; let it sound no more;
62   For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
63   In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
64   Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
65   For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
66   Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
Enter a Groom of the Stable

Groom
67   Hail, royal prince!
KING RICHARD II
68   Thanks, noble peer;
69   The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
70   What art thou? and how comest thou hither,
71   Where no man never comes but that sad dog
72   That brings me food to make misfortune live?
Groom
73   I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,
74   When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York,
75   With much ado at length have gotten leave
76   To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.
77   O, how it yearn'd my heart when I beheld
78   In London streets, that coronation-day,
79   When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,
80   That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,
81   That horse that I so carefully have dress'd!
KING RICHARD II
82   Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
83   How went he under him?
Groom
84   So proudly as if he disdain'd the ground.
KING RICHARD II
85   So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
86   That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
87   This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
88   Would he not stumble? would he not fall down,
89   Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck
90   Of that proud man that did usurp his back?
91   Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,
92   Since thou, created to be awed by man,
93   Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse;
94   And yet I bear a burthen like an ass,
95   Spurr'd, gall'd and tired by jouncing Bolingbroke.
Enter Keeper, with a dish

Keeper
96   Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.
KING RICHARD II
97   If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.
Groom
98   What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
Exit

Keeper
99   My lord, will't please you to fall to?
KING RICHARD II
100  Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.
Keeper
101  My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton, who
102  lately came from the king, commands the contrary.
KING RICHARD II
103  The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee!
104  Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
Beats the keeper

Keeper
105  Help, help, help!
Enter EXTON and Servants, armed

KING RICHARD II
106  How now! what means death in this rude assault?
107  Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.
Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him
108  Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down
109  That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire
110  That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand
111  Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land.
112  Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high;
113  Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.
Dies

EXTON
114  As full of valour as of royal blood:
115  Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good!
116  For now the devil, that told me I did well,
117  Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.
118  This dead king to the living king I'll bear
119  Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.
Exeunt

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Scene Index
ACT I
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV


  • ACT II
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV


  • ACT III
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV


  • ACT IV
  • SCENE I


  • ACT V
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V
  • SCENE VI

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