Chapter 11 third act

The first Brestol.Bolingbroke's Camp Enter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Henry Pencey, Willoughby, Ross; and officers, etc., with Bush and Green, who are captured. Bolingbroke brought the two up.Bush, Green, your souls will soon be parted from your bodies, and I would not expose too much of the sins of your lives, and pain your souls, for it would be inhuman; but to wash you from my hands In order to prove that I did not kill innocent people, I want to publicly announce several reasons for executing you here.You lead a dignified and orthodox king astray, put him in an unfortunate situation, and lose his dignity in the eyes of everyone; , to leave a beautiful queen to sleep alone, to shed tears all day long for your sins.I myself am a nobleman of the king's close family, and it is because of your slander and discord, that I lost his favor, endured the embarrassing humiliation, and uttered my English sigh under the foreign sky and taste the bitterness of exile; while ye usurp my lands, lay down my gardens, cut down my woods, tear from my own windows my coat of arms, scrape off my seal, I have no evidence to show the world that I am a nobleman except the public opinion and the blood of my life.All this, and many others more than twice as many, condemn you to death.Come, take them down and execute them at once.

Bush I welcome death more than England welcomes Bolingbroke.Farewell, my lords. Green's consolation is that God will accept our souls, and use the torture of hell to condemn those sinners who have wronged their integrity. Bolingbroke, Lord of Northumberland, you go to watch their execution. (Exeunt EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND and others Abbusch and Green) Uncle, you say the queen is at your house now; for God's sake, let her be well treated; tell her I greet her well , don't forget to greet her for me. York I have sent a man to her with a message of your kindness. Bolingbroke Thank you, good uncle.Come, my lords, we now go to war against Glendower and his party; a little trouble for you, and then rest easy. (same below.)

Second game on the Welsh coast.a castle in sight Trumpets play coloratura; drums and horns sound together.Enter King Richard, Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, and Soldier. Is this castle in front of King Richard what they call Bucklowly Castle? Aumere is, my lord.Your Majesty, after this turmoil at sea, how do you feel about the air here? KING RICHARD I cannot dislike it; I weep with joy That I stand again upon my land.Dear earth, though the traitors ravage you with their cavalry, I will salute you; like a mother reunited with her son after a long absence, with tears of love and smiles, I also smile and smile with tears in my eyes. You meet, my earth, and caress you with my sovereign hand.Feed not the enemy of your king, my gentle earth, Nourish his gluttonous stomach with thy luscious fruits and vegetables; But let the spider and the bloated toad that suck your venom stand in his way, and sting The foot of the wicked tramples you with rebellious steps.Give my enemies more thorny thorns; when they pluck a flower from your breast, let a crouching serpent guard it, whose forked tongue may kill Kill the enemies of your king with one touch.Laugh not at my senseless curses, my lords; the earth shall arouse its indignation, and these stones shall be warriors in arms, to defend the king of their country, that he shall not succumb to the wicked traitor's under force.

Carlisle Don't worry, my lord; the power of the god that made you king, Will remove all obstacles to keep your throne.We should have the courage to accept and not disdain the opportunities that God gives us, otherwise, if we act against the sky, it is tantamount to rejecting the help that God has given us to turn the crisis into safety. Aumerle, he means, We are too careless; Bolingbroke takes advantage of our unawares, His power grows stronger day by day, And his responders more day by day. Brother Richard Wang, your words are too frustrating!You don't know that when the all-seeing sky eye hides behind the earth and shines on the world below, thieves will run rampant in the dark, doing their evil deeds of murder and bloodshed; but when the sun rises from below the earth Assassination, treason, and all kinds of abominable crimes, because they lose the cover of night, will be in broad daylight Seeing nowhere to hide, trembling at your own shadow?Now I'm roaming on the other side of the globe, letting the thief, the traitor, Bolingbroke, run wild in the night, but he'll soon see me rise from my throne in the east, whose treachery won't stand the daylight He would look ashamed and shudder at his own crime.Not all the water in the raging sea can wash away the oil anointed on the crown of a heaven-ordained king; and the breath of the world can never blow down the chosen representative of God.Every soldier under Bolingbroke's tyranny, Who raises a sword to my crown of gold, God, for his Richard's sake, sends a glorious angel to beat him back; when the angels join In battle, weak mortals are bound to fail, because Heaven always protects justice.

Enter Salisbury. King Richard Welcome, my lord; where are your troops stationed? Salisbury Near or far, my lord, I've got no soldiers but my feeble empty hands; troubles control my lips, and make me say only words of despair .I am only a day late, my lord, and I am afraid that your happiness for life has been clouded.what!If time could turn back, and we could call back yesterday, you would have twelve thousand warriors; and today, today, a day too late for misfortune, take your joy, your friends, your destiny and your For all the Welsh have heard that you are dead, some have gone to Bolingbroke, some have fled, and there is none left.

Aumerle Take it easy, my lord!Why are you so pale? King Richard just now, and the blood of twenty thousand warriors flooded my face, and now they are all gone; how can I not be as pale as the blood before the same blood returns to my face die?Those who cherish life, leave me, because time has left an indelible stain on my honor. Aumerle Be at ease, Your Majesty!Remember who you are. King Richard I have forgotten myself.Am I not a king?Wake up, you lazy king!Stop snoozing.Isn't the king's name worth twenty thousand names?Armed, my name!A lowly minion strikes at your great glory.Do not be disheartened, you who are favored by kings; are we not above others?Let's get our spirits up.I know that my uncle York still has considerable strength and can help us fight back the enemy.But who is coming?

Enter Sir Stephen Scrupp. Scroup, health and happiness be your majesty, worry locks my tongue, and keeps me from other words of prayer. KING RICHARD My ears are wide open, and my heart is prepared; The worst misfortune that you can declare to me, But the loss of the world.Say, has my kingdom fallen?It was originally the source of my troubles; if I get rid of my troubles, what is the loss?Does Bolingbroke want to contend with me for supremacy?He will not be stronger than me; if he worships God, I worship God, and before God we are equal.Have my subjects rebelled?That was something I could do nothing about; they had not only betrayed me, they had betrayed God as well.Cry out disaster, ruin, loss, and downfall; death is the most unfortunate end, and it must have its victory.

Scroup I am glad your majesty bears with such fortitude these tidings of calamity.Like an unseasonable tempest, that make mighty rivers drown their banks, as if the whole world were melted into tears, Bolingbroke's majesty has passed its bounds, and the land of your fears is for his Swallowed by the hard and bright sword and his military spirit, which was harder than the sword.Old men with white beards put up their battle helmets on their thin and bald heads against you; children with delicate throats desperately speak exaggerated words, and put on their frail bodies hard and heavy battle armor against you; Even the poor whom you have favored learned to bend their fir bows against you; even the women who spun thread wielded their rusty spears against you: young and old rebelled together, all better than I could The situation is much worse than that.

King Richard You tell a bad story so well, so well.What about the Earl of Wiltshire?What about Bagot?How is Bush?Where did Green go?Why would they allow a dangerous enemy to cross our borders without bloodshed?If I win, see if they can keep their heads or not.I dare say they will make peace with Bolingbroke. Scroop They made peace with him, Sire. King Richard, traitor, villain, unforgivable thing!A dog that wags its tail at anyone!The poisonous snake that stabbed my heart with the blood of my heart to keep warm!Three Judas, each three times worse than Judas!Will they make peace?For this one blunder, may terrible hell declare war on their sinful souls!

Scroop's intimate loves, when excited, turned into the deepest resentments.Undo your curse on their souls; they made peace with their head, not with their hands; and these whom you cursed, have felt the greatest pain of death, and have died in the earth. Are Aumerbusch, Green, and the Earl of Wiltshire all dead? Scroup Yes, they all lost their heads at Brestol. AUMERY Where is my father the Duke of York and his army? King Richard need not ask where he is.Let no one speak words of consolation, let us speak of graves, maggots, and tombstones; let us write our sorrows on the bosom of the earth with our rain-drenched eyes, on the earth as paper; let us find some Administrators, discuss our wills—but there is no need for that, for what else can we bequeath to posterity than to return a corpse to the earth?Our land, our life, all are Bolingbroke's, and only death and the loess in which our bones are buried are our own.For God's sake, let us sit on the ground and tell sad tales of kings who died; , some poisoned by their wives, some in their sleep, all died; In the court of festival, the monster sits in it, teases his dignity, laughs at his glory, gives him a short breathing time, lets him show his face on the stage, makes him reign over all people, and suffers from all people Awe, which can kill people in the blink of an eye, fills his heart with thoughts of self-importance, as if this skin bag containing our flesh and blood is an indestructible wall of copper and iron; when he is so complacent, but Didn't know his end was near, and a tiny needle could pierce his walls, so farewell, king!Put on your hats; cast not solemn homage upon a mortal man; lay aside conventional manners, ceremonial frivolities, for you have always mistook me; like you, I live by bread, and I have Desire, I also know sorrow, and I also need friends; so how can you tell me that I am a king?

My lord, Carlyle, wise men never sit idle and bemoan their misfortunes; they rise up at once to ward off present troubles.Fear of the enemy is in vain to discourage one's courage, that is, to weaken one's own strength and increase the enemy's momentum, which is tantamount to letting one's own stupidity attack oneself.Fear does not prevent death, and the result of war is nothing more than death.To die in battle is to destroy death with death; to die in fear is to be a slave of death. AUMERLE My father has an army; Find out where he is, and perhaps we may gather what remains and renew our ranks. King Richard You are right to reproach.Proud Bolingbroke, I come to meet you personally, to decide whether we live or die.The malarial bout of fear had passed; it was not hard work to claim our own rights.Say, Scroop, where is my uncle and his army quartered?Say it nicely, man, though your face is so gloomy. Scroop Men can judge the weather of the day by looking at the sky; and you can know from my dark and gloomy eyes that I can only tell you some sad news.I am like a torturer who, by all means of delay, saves the worst news for last.Your uncle York has united with Bolingbroke, your northern castles surrender, and your southern warriors all under his command. King Richard You have said enough. (to the Duke of Aumerle) Brother, I have lost all my worries, but you have led me to the road of despair!What do you say now?What comfort do we have now?In heaven, if anyone persuades me to be at ease again, I will hate him forever.To Flintburg; there I'll die of sorrow.I, a king, shall be the slave of sorrow; sorrow is my king, and I must obey his commands.All my soldiers, let them disband together; let them go back to their fields, and there may be some hope of harvest, For there is no hope of following me.No one is allowed to say a word against it, and all exhortations are in vain. Your Majesty Aumere, listen to me. KING RICHARD Whoever wounds my heart with flattery does me double injury.Dismiss my entourage; let them go from here, From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's bright day. (same below.) Third Wales.former flint castle Entering, leading, Bolingbroke with his army; York, Northumberland, and others follow. Bolingbroke From this tidbit we know that the Welsh army is disbanded, and that Salisbury has gone to meet the king; who, it is said, has lately landed on this coast, with a few of his confidants. Northumberland This is good news, my lord; Richard must be hiding not far from here. Earl of York Northumberland seems to have said "King Richard"; alas, to think that a holy king must hide himself! Northumberland You misunderstand me; I omit his title only because it is easier to say. York If you had dared to be so curt and rude to him in the old days, he would have simply taken your head off. Uncle Bolingbroke, don't be too suspicious. Nephew York, don't be too sure, don't forget that God is above our heads. Bolingbroke I know, uncle; I will not disobey the will of heaven.But who is coming? Enter Henry Pancy. Bolingbroke Welcome, Harry!Why, is this castle unwilling to surrender? His Royal Highness Henry Pancy, a most noble man guards this castle and refuses your entry. Bolingbroke most noble!Ah, isn't the king in there? There is a king there, my lord Henry Pancy; and King Richard is there within the gray stone walls, and with him are the Duke of Aumerle, the Earl of Salisbury, and Stephen Scruw Sir Pu, and a respectable priest, I don't know who he is. O Northumberland!That was probably the Bishop of Carlisle. Bolingbroke (to Earl of Northumberland) My lord, go before the stout wall of that old castle, and blow the signal of parley with a brass horn into its crippled ear, and say this for me: Henry Bolingbroke, bowing his knees, Kisses King Richard's hand, To his noblest self, with allegiance and allegiance; at his feet I lay down my arms , dismiss my army, as long as he promises to revoke my sentence of exile and return my rightful land.Otherwise, I'll take advantage of my military strength, and let the rain of blood from the wounds of slaughtered Britons water the summer soil; King Richard's fair green fields were never Bolingbroke's will.Go, say this to him; here we go in single file on the flat prairie.Let us march without a startling drumbeat, That they may see our majestic countenance from the crumbling battlements of that castle.I think that when King Richard and I join battle, it will be as terrible as the battle of water and fire, and the thunder of the contact will shake the sky.Let him be fire, I am willing to be soft water; the power of thunder belongs to him, and I will only sprinkle my rain and dew on the ground.go ahead!Pay attention to King Richard's face. Blow the negotiating signal and blow the trumpet accordingly.Trumpets play coloratura.King Richard, Bishop of Carlisle, Omer, Scrooge, and Salisbury. Henry Pansy Look, look, King Richard himself comes out, Like the sun that grim and sullen, For seeing the cloud of envy come to eat his glory, And blot his bright way to the west, So it's like poking a face out of the fire door in the east. York But what a king he looks!Behold, his eyes, as bright as the eyes of an eagle, radiate a menacing majesty.Alas, alas!Such a stately appearance should not be marred by any damage. KING RICHARD (to Northumberland) Thy insolence astounds me; I've stood a while waiting for you to bow your knee in terror, for I think I'm your rightful king; if I It's your king, how dare you forget your royal gift in front of me?If I am not thy king, show me the decree of God that undoes my scepter; for I know that no mortal hand of flesh and blood shall snatch my holy scepter save by theft and usurpation. .Though you think all the hearts of the nation have deserted me just as you do, and I am now deserted and helpless; yet tell you, my lord, that Almighty God is summoning me in his clouds to scatter the plague. You traitors who raise your vile hand against me and threaten my majestic crown, dreadful wrath shall rest upon your unborn sons and grandchildren.Tell Bolingbroke - I think it's he over there - that every step he trod upon my land was a great treason; Before the crown he sought is safe upon his head, ten thousand bloody heads shall mar the flowery beauty of England, And turn her maiden-pale, peaceful countenance to red-hot wrath, and turn faithful England Human blood waters the grass of her pastures. The Lord of Northumberland will not tolerate any violence against our sovereign!Your noble brother Harry Bolingbroke humbly kisses your hand; by your great grandfather's glorious tomb, The valiant spirit of Gaunt, with his own worth and honor, and all the oaths he could swear and the words he could utter—he swore that he had only come to hope to return the inheritance of his ancestors, and Kneeling to you to beg his banishment to be revoked at once; and if the king would grant him these two conditions, he would put away his splendid weapons and let them rust, and put his steeds back to the stables, he He is loyal and willing to serve His Majesty forever.This is a righteous oath he swore as a prince, and I believe he has no hypocrisy. Go tell me, King Richard, Northumberland, The king's answer is this: He wholeheartedly welcomes his noble brother back; All his just claims, All his just demands, Accept without objection.Please use your wonderful eloquence to pay him homage for me. (The Earl of Northumberland retreats to Bolingbroke. To the Duke of Aumerle) Brother, isn't it too self-deprecating for me to speak so humbly?Shall I call Northumberland back, tell him I challenge the traitor, and let us fight to the death? Aumere No, Your Majesty, let us fight with gentle words for the time being. After we have friends who can help us with strength, let's wash away today's shame. King Richard O God!Oh, God!To think that my tongue, which pronounced the harsh sentence of banishment to the proud man, should today revoke my preamble with soft words.what!I wish I were a giant as large as my sorrow, or a commoner far less than my name; if I could forget my past dignity, or be at a loss for my present situation.O proud soul, are you full of wrath?I will let you leap with abandon, for the enemy is swaying at you and at me. Omer Northumberland has returned from Bolingbroke. What should King Richard do now?Does he have to give in?The king submits.Must he be deposed?The king will just accept it.Must he lose the title of king?In God's name, let it go.I would exchange my treasure for a string of prayer beads, my luxurious palace for a hermitage, my rich robe for a poor commoner, and my carved wine cup for a Brutal wooden cup, trade my king's day for a monk's staff, my people for a pair of saints, and my vast kingdom for a small tomb, a small, small tomb , a deserted tomb; or would I be buried in the king's highway, where the merchants come and go, and let the feet of the people trample every hour on the head of their king, for while I now live they trample my heart, why should not my head be trampled on when my bones are buried?Aumerle, you are weeping, my soft-hearted brother!Let us make a tempest with hateful tears and sighs, and break the midsummer corn, and famine throughout this rebellious land.Or shall we play with our sorrows and make tears our game?We can let our tears flow on the same ground, until they have made a pair of graves for us, and engraved with these words: "Here are two loved ones, and they dug their graves with tears. .” Isn’t this seeking pleasure in suffering?OK, OK, I know I'm just talking nonsense, and you're all laughing at me.Most majestic lord, my lord of Northumberland, what says King Bolingbroke?Did he allow Richard to live until the day Richard died?All you have to do is bend your legs, and Bolingbroke will nod yes. Your Majesty Northumberland, he awaits you at the steps, come down. King Richard comes down, comes down, I come; as Phyton the sun-wheel, because his horse is not restrained, turned over from the clouds and fell.Under the steps?Beneath the fallen king, at the call of the traitor, reverse the place where homage is paid to him.Under the steps?down?Come down, king!Because the song of the soaring skylark has been replaced by the cry of the night owl. (From top to bottom.) What does King Bolingbroke say? Northumberland sorrows and sorrows made him talk like a madman.But here he is. Enter King Richard and Attendants. Bolingbroke Stand apart, and salute the king. (kneeling) My gracious majesty— My dear King Richard, Thou so bend thy knees, And make the low earth proud To kiss it; I would rather my heart feel your tenderness, My eyes are not glad to see your salute.Rise up, brother, rise up; though you bow your knees low, I know you have an ambition to rise, at least to--here. (Fingers to the crown.) Lord Bolingbroke, I have only come to claim my own rights. King Richard All that is yours is yours, and mine is yours, and all is yours. Bolingbroke, my most dignified lord, may my sincerity be honored, and all are due to your graciousness. King Richard You may well deserve it; Whoever knows how to get what he wants by the strongest and surest means He has a full right to it.Uncle, give me your hand; no, dry your eyes; tears may express good sympathy, but they cannot undo what is done.Brother, I am too young to be your father, though you are well qualified to be my heir according to your age.I am willing to give you whatever you want, because we must obey the pressure of the environment.Now we're heading for London, my dear brother, aren't we? Bolingbroke is, my lord. King Richard Then I cannot say no. (Trumpets play coloratura. Same below.) Fourth Langley.The Garden of the Duke of York Enter the Queen and Second Lady. Queen We are here in the garden, what games should we devise to entertain our worries? Maid A, let's play boules. Queen It reminds me that this is a world full of obstacles, and my fate has strayed from its course. Maid of the Palace, let's dance. Queen My poor heart is full of infinite sorrows, My feet can no longer dance merry beats; so don't dance, girl, think of something else. Maid A, then shall we tell a story? Is the queen sad or happy? Maid of the Palace, Empress Jia, you can tell even when you are sad, and you can also tell about happy ones. I don't want to hear the queen when she is sad, and I don't want to listen to the happy one; because if it is a happy story, I am a person who is not happy at all, and it will arouse my sorrow all the more; if it is a sad story, my sorrow is too much. Too much, and it would make me add sorrow to sorrow.What I have, I don't need to repeat; what I lack, it is useless to complain. Maid A, let me sing a song for you. Queen It's well if you'd like that; but I'd rather you weep to me. Maid A, if crying can comfort you, I will cry too. If the queen could comfort me if weeping, I would have sung long ago, I need not ask for your tears.But wait, here come the gardeners; let us step into the shadow of these trees.I can bet that they will talk about national affairs; because every time the political situation changes, everyone will make some comments about national affairs, and sigh before the day is worth sighing. (The queen and maids of honor step back.) Enter a gardener and two servants. Gardener, tie up the apricots that hang yonder, that, like unruly offspring, make their old father bend under the burden; brace those crooked boughs.Be an executioner and behead those twigs that grow too fast, they are too proud in our republic, where all things should be equal.You go about your business, and I'm going to cut down those harmful weeds, which are useless in themselves, but absorb the manure in the soil and hinder the growth of flowers. FIRST Servant Why should we keep law, order, and order within this little wall, and boast of our rudimentary feats; see our sea-walled garden, our whole country, not a weed Overrunning, her fairest flowers all suffocated, her fruit trees unpruned, her fences crumbling, her flowerbeds unkempt, her best weeds gnawed with worms? Gardeners don't talk nonsense.He who endures such a disorderly spring, has fallen leaves himself; and those weeds that shelter him under his spreading foliage, that say they support him, but suck his sperm, all Uprooted by Bolingbroke; I mean the Earl of Wiltshire and Bush and Green. First servant what!Are they dead? Gardener They are all dead; Bolingbroke has caught the prodigal king.what!What a pity he did not govern his country as we have governed this garden!We cut the bark of our fruit trees a little every year, according to the season, lest they be too luxuriant to bear fruit; Knowing the warning, he can also taste the fruit of their loyalty.We have always cut off superfluous offshoots without sparing, and let the fruiting dry branches flourish; It was gently ruined in the middle. First servant!So do you think the king is going to be dethroned by them? Gardener He's overpowered now, maybe they'll depose him.A good friend of the Duke of York got a letter from there last night, which mentioned some very bad news. Queen!I'll be suffocated if I don't talk. (Come forward) You Adam of the earth, who have come to tend this garden, How dare you flick your rough and presumptuous tongue, And utter these unpleasant tidings?Which Eve, which serpent, tempted you to cause the second fall of the cursed man?Why do you say that King Richard was deposed?You fool, better than ignorant clay, dare you predict his downfall?Say, where, when, and how did you hear these bad news?Say it, you bitch. Gardener Forgive me, ma'am; it is not a pleasure for me to tell such news, but what I say is true.King Richard is under Bolingbroke's mighty hold; their fortunes are weighed both: on your lord's side there is nothing but himself, but his vanity His habit of pride made him appear more frivolous; but on the great Bolingbroke's side there were, besides himself, the nobles of all England; down.Come to London quickly, and see for yourself; what I say is only the facts known to everyone. Woe to the queen, you should have targeted me for your news, but you didn't let me know until the end?what!The reason why you told me at the end must be to make me keep the sadness in my heart forever.Come, girls, let us go to London, and meet the unfortunate king of London.well!Shall I live my life, And now with my mournful countenance Greet the triumph of the great Bolingbroke?Gardener, for you have told me these sad tidings, may God never let your plants grow. (Exeunt Queen and Ladies and Gentlemen.) Poor queen of the gardener!If you can maintain your dignified position, I will willingly accept your curse and sacrifice my life's skills.Here she shed a tear; in this place I'll plant a row of bitter rue; to symbolize the melancholy grass Shall soon sprout and leaf, in honor of a weeping queen. (same below.)