Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Modern Critical Edition
Editor’s NoteEnter Richard alone.Editor’s Note1
richard I have been studying how I may compare
2This prison where I live unto the world;
Editor’s Note3And for because the world is populous,
4And here is not a creature but myself,
5I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
Editor’s Note6My brain I'll prove the female to my soul ,
7My soul the father, and these two beget
Editor’s Note8A generation of still-breeding thoughts;
Editor’s Note9And these same thoughts people this little world
Editor’s Note10In humours like the people of this world ,
11For no thought is contented. The better sort,
Editor’s Note12As thoughts of things divine, are intermixed
Editor’s Note13With scruples, and do set the word itself
Editor’s Note14Against the word, as thus: 'Come little ones',
15And then again:
Editor’s Note16'It is as hard to come as for a camel
Editor’s Note17To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
Editor’s Note18Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Editor’s Note19Unlikely wonders: how these vain weak nails
Link 20May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Editor’s Note21Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls;
Editor’s Note22And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Editor’s Note23Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
24That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Editor’s Note25Nor shall not be the last—like seely beggars,
Editor’s Note26Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge their shame
pg 919Editor’s Note27That many have and others must set there;
28And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
29Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
30Of such as have before endured the like.
31Thus play I in one person many people,
32And none contented. Sometimes am I king;
33Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
34And so I am. Then crushing penury
35Persuades me I was better when a king;
36Then am I kinged again, and by and by,
37Think that I am unkinged by Bolingbroke,
Editor’s Note38And straight am nothing. But whate'er I be,
Editor’s Note39Nor I, nor any man that but man is,
40With nothing shall be pleased till he be eased
Editor’s Note41With being nothing. The music plays
Music do I hear.
42Ha, ha; keep time! How sour sweet music is
Editor’s Note43When time is broke and no proportion kept.
44So is it in the music of men's lives.
45And here have I the daintiness of ear
Editor’s Note46To check time broke in a disordered string;
Editor’s Note47But for the concord of my state and time
Editor’s Note48Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
49I wasted time, and now doth time waste me,
Editor’s Note50For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock.
Editor’s Note51My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar
Editor’s Note52Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch
Editor’s Note53Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Editor’s Note54Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Editor’s Note55Now, sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
56Are clamorous groans which strike upon my heart,
Link 57Which is the bell. So sighs, and tears, and groans
Editor’s Note58Show minutes, times, and hours. But my time
59Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
Editor’s Note60While I stand fooling here, his jack of the clock.
61This music mads me. Let it sound no more,
Editor’s Note62For though it have holp mad men to their wits,
63In me it seems it will make wise men mad.[Music ceases]
64Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me,
Editor’s Note66Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.Enter a Groom of the stable67
groom Hail, royal Prince!
richard Thanks, noble peer.
Editor’s Note68The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
69What art thou, and how comest thou humbly hither,
Editor’s Note70Where no man never comes but that sad dog
71That brings me food to make misfortune live?72
groom I was a poor groom of thy stable, King,
73When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York,
74With much ado at length have gotten leave
Editor’s Note75To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.
Editor’s Note76O, how it erned my heart when I beheld
77In London streets, that coronation day,
Editor’s Note78When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary,
79That horse that thou so often hast bestrid,
Editor’s Note80That horse that I so carefully have dressed!Editor’s Note81
richard Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
82How went he under him?83
groom So proudly as if he disdained the ground.84
richard So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back.
Editor’s Note85That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
Editor’s Note86This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
87Would he not stumble, would he not fall down—
Editor’s Note88Since pride must have a fall—and break the neck
89Of that proud man that did usurp his back?
90Forgiveness, horse. Why do I rail on thee,
91Since thou, created to be awed by man,
Link 92Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse,
93And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
Editor’s Note94Spur-galled and tired by jauncing Bolingbroke.Enter [Keeper] to Richard with meat.Editor’s Note95
keeper (To Groom) Fellow, give place. Here is no longer stay.96
richard (To Groom) If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.97
groom What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.Exit Groom98
keeper My lord, will't please you to fall to?99
richard Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.Editor’s Note100
keeper My lord, I dare not. Sir Pierce of Exton,
101Who lately came from the King, commands the contrary.pg 921102
richard The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee!
103Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.Editor’s Note[He strikes the Keeper]104
keeper Help, help, help!Editor’s NoteThe murderers [Exton and his Men] rush inEditor’s Note105
richard How now! What means death in this rude assault?[He seizes a weapon from a man, and kills him]
106Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.
107Go thou, and fill another room in hell.Here Exton strikes him down.108
richard That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire
Editor’s Note109That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand
110Hath with the King's blood stained the King's own land.
Editor’s Note111Mount, mount my soul; thy seat is up on high,
112Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward here to die,[He dies]113
exton As full of valour as of royal blood.
114Both have I spilt. O, would the deed were good!
115For now the devil that told me I did well,
116Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.
117This dead king to the living King I'll bear.
118Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.Exeunt Exton with Richard's body at one door, and his men with other bodies at the other door