Richard II

Act I
Act II
Act IV
Act V
Flourish. Enter King Henry with the Duke of York,

other lords, and attendants


Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear

Is that the rebels have consumed with fire

Our town of Ciceter in Gloucestershire.

But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.

Enter Northumberland

Welcome, my lord. What is the news?


First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.

The next news is, I have to London sent

The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent.

The manner of their taking may appear

At large discoursed in this paper here.
discourse (v.) 2 relate, talk about, recount


We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;
gentle (adj.) 1 well-born, honourable, noble See Topics: Frequency count

And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.

Enter Lord Fitzwater


My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London

The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,

Two of the dangerous consorted traitors
consorted (adj.) 1 conspiring, associated, in league together

That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.


Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot.

Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
wot (v.) 1 learn, know, be told See Topics: Frequency count

Enter Harry Percy with the Bishop of Carlisle,



The grand conspirator Abbot of Westminster

With clog of conscience and sour melancholy
clog (n.) 3 burden, weight, heaviness
sour (adj.) bitter, harsh, painful

Hath yielded up his body to the grave;

But here is Carlisle living, to abide
abide (v.) 2 wait for, await, look out for

Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
doom (n.) 1 judgement, sentence, decision


Carlisle, this is your doom:

Choose out some secret place, some reverent room
reverent (adj.) worthy of respect, holy, religious
room (n.) 1 place, space

More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life.
joy (v.) 2 add joy to, enjoy, gladden, brighten

So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife;

For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,

High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.

Enter Exton with the coffin


Great King, within this coffin I present

Thy buried fear. Herein all breathless lies

The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,

Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.


Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought

A deed of slander with thy fatal hand

Upon my head and all this famous land.


From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.


They love not poison that do poison need;

Nor do I thee. Though I did wish him dead,

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,

But neither my good word nor princely favour.

With Cain go wander thorough shades of night,

And never show thy head by day nor light.

Exit Exton

Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe

That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.

Come mourn with me for that I do lament,

And put on sullen black incontinent.
incontinent (adv.) immediately, forthwith, at once
sullen (adj.) 1 gloomy, dismal, melancholy, mournful

I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land

To wash this blood off from my guilty hand.

March sadly after. Grace my mournings here
grace (v.) 1 favour, add merit to, do honour to

In weeping after this untimely bier.
untimely (adj.) premature, coming before its time


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