Chapter 13 act five

First London.Straight to the Street of the Tower Enter the Queen and Ladies and gentlemen. This is the way the queen and king will come; this is the way to Julius Caesar's wicked tower, where my lord is judged by proud Bolingbroke Be a prisoner in the bosom of the stubborn stone.Let us rest here a moment, if this rebellious earth has a measure to rest the Queen of its true lord. Enter King Richard and Guard. Queen, but wait, behold; nay, turn your face away, and don't see my fair rose wither; but look up, and look at him, and perhaps pity will melt you into nectar, and re-moisten him with your true tears. delicate face.what!You ruins of ancient Troy, you sketches of honor, you are King Richard's tombstone, not King Richard himself; you rich inn, why do you harbor ugly sorrows, but victorious joys How about being a customer in a low-end restaurant?

KING RICHARD Do not join hands with sorrow, my beauty, do not make my sorrow so prematurely ended.Remember, good man, you should have thought our past glory a sweet dream; and now we wake from it to find our true state.I'm the hard-nosed "can't-do-it-all" allied brother, love, who will be with me to the death.Come quickly to France, and seek a nunnery; My earthly crown has been lost by my follies, From now on our holy life Will win us a crown of a new world. Queen what!Has my Richard, changed in shape and mind, become so feeble?Has Bolingbroke robbed you of your sanity?Does he occupy your heart?When a lion is dying, if he finds no other object of vengeance, he will stretch out his paws and dig the earth to vent his anger in defeat; you are a lion, the king of beasts, but you are willing to be like a schoolboy , Bow down and be whipped by others, beg for mercy servilely?

King Richard King of Beasts!Verily, I have but been the leader of a herd of beasts; and if they had a heart, I am still a happy prince among men.Get ready, my old queen, to go to France; think me dead, and here, on my deathbed, you bid me my last farewell.On long winter's nights you sit round firesides with good old women, and let them tell you tales of old woe; The painful history of a lifetime, let them go back to sleep with tears all the way; even the torch of ignorance will shed tears of sympathy after hearing your touching complaints, and quench its flame, and some will be in ashes Mourning, and some will wear charred mourning for a deposed legitimate king.

Enter Northumberland with his attendants. Lord of Northumberland, Bolingbroke has changed his mind; you must go to Bonfret, not to the Tower.Madam, here are orders for you; you must leave for France as soon as possible. King Richard of Northumberland, you are ambitious Bolingbroke's ladder to my throne, your crimes are already full, and will soon make divisions among you.You will think this way in your heart, although he divided the country into two and gave half of it to you, but you have made great achievements in helping him rule the country, such a reward is too light; but he is thinking like this in his heart, since you Knowing how to raise up an illegitimate king, surely also knows how to throw him down from a usurped throne.The friendship of wicked men is suddenly transformed into fear, and fear breeds mutual hatred, and as a result of hatred, one or both parties always deserve death or disaster.

Northumberland My guilt is my own, and that's the end.Say goodbye to each other; for you, madam, must go at once. King Richard's second divorce!Wicked man, you have ruined a double marriage; you have taken my crown from me, and you will take me from my wife.Let me break the oath between you and me with a kiss; but no, for that oath was made with a kiss.Part us, Northumberland.I go to the north, where the bitter cold wind and miasma play their tyranny; my wife goes to France, from where she was when she first came here, she was as beautiful as May, and now quietly Going back is like a lifeless winter.

Queen Must we part, then?Can we no longer be together? King Richard Yes, my love, our hands no longer touch, our hearts no longer communicate. The queen sends us both into exile, let the king follow me. Northumberland may show your affection, but it is not the best policy. Queen Then where he goes, I will go. KING RICHARD If so, we both shall weep to each other, and make each other's sorrows one.If you shed tears for me in France, let me weep for you here; it is better to be far away than to be close and sad.Go, and count your paths with sighs, I will count mine with groans of pain.

Queen So the longest journey will hear the longest moan. King Richard My way is short, At each step I'll groan twice, And make up for it with a heavy heart.Come, come, when we court Sorrow, let us be as soon as possible, for we shall suffer long agony when married to it.Let a kiss shut our mouths, and part in silence; with this kiss I give you my heart, and I take yours. (The two kiss.) Queen give me back my heart; thou shalt not give thy heart to my safekeeping, for it shall wither and die in my sorrows. (Two weights) Now that I've got my own heart, go, I'll try to kill it with one scream.

King Richard We are so infatuated with nostalgia, we are playing with pain.Goodbye, let sorrow tell all the endless words for us instead. (Exit each.) The second game is the same as before.A room in the Duke of York's mansion Enter York and Lady. Duchess of York, you were just about to tell me how our two nephews came to London, but you broke down in the middle of the story and wept. York Where did I speak? Duchess of York When you spoke of those rough and impertinent hands that flung mud and filth from the windows upon King Richard's head; here sorrow stopped you. York I have already said, when the duke, the great Bolingbroke, rode on a gallant steed, which seemed to know its ambitious knight, and trotted with slow stately steps, and all men Cry in unison, "God bless you, Bolingbroke!" You will feel the windows speak; so many greedy eyes, young and old, throw their eager glances from the windows on his face; all The walls seemed to say in unison, "Jesus bless you! Welcome, Bolingbroke!" He, now looking this way, now that way, took off his hat and nodded to the people on both sides, his head hanging lower than his. The proud horse's neck was lower, and he said to them, "Thank you, fellow countrymen";

Duchess of York Alas, poor Richard!Where was he on his horse at this time? York As in a theater, when a red-horn is gone, the spectators look coldly on the next actor, and find his babbling repulsive; Richard glared.No one cried "God bless him"; no joyful voice welcomed him back; only the earth was thrown on his holy head, and he waved it away with such soft and mournful tenderness that his eyes were full of tears. Weeping, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, expressing his sorrow and patience, if God had not made people's hearts so hard for some special purpose, no one who saw him could not but be deeply moved, the most savage people will sympathize with him.But all these things are determined by heaven, and we must bow our heads and submit to its noble will.We are now sworn subjects to Bolingbroke, and his dignity and honor shall forever be my honour.

Duchess of York Here comes my son Aumerle. York He was Aumerle, but lost his dukedom, because he was Richard's henchman; madame, you must call him Rutland now.I also vouched for him in the council that he would be loyal to the new king. Enter Aumere. Duchess of York welcome, my son; and the new spring has come, and who are the flowers in season now? Mother Aumerle, I don't know, and I don't bother to care; God knows I'm ashamed to be in their company. York Uh, in this new spring, you must pay special attention to your actions, lest you cut off the branches and leaves before the time for flowering and fruiting.What news from Oxford?Do they still hold contests and contests there?

AUMERER As far as I know, father, these are still going on as usual. York I know you're going there. AUMERER I'm ready to go, if God will. YORK What letter is that on thy bosom?Oh, did your face change?Let me see what is written on it. Father Aumerle, that's nothing. York Then let others see it.I must know its contents; show me what is written. Aumerle Beg Your Excellency to forgive me; it is but a trifle of insignificance, which, for various reasons, I do not wish to be seen. York For all sorts of reasons, boy, I must see.I'm afraid, I'm afraid-- Duchess of York What are you afraid of?It seems that it is just because he wants to wear some gorgeous clothes on the day of the competition, and he owes some money to others. York hum, IOU!If he borrowed money from others, would he hold the IOU himself?Wife, you are a fool.Son, let me see what is written on it. Aumerle Excuse me, I cannot show you. York I must see; come, give me. (Read the book of winning the alliance) It's reversed!Inverted!asshole!Traitor!slave! Duchess of York What is the matter, my lord? York hello!Is there anyone in there? Enter a Servant. York prepares the horse for me.Merciful God!What a treacherous conspiracy! Duchess of York Oh, what is the matter, my lord! York, give me my boots; prepare my horse.Hey, on my honor, my life, my conscience, I'll denounce this traitor. (Exit servant.) What is the matter with the Duchess of York? York shut up, stupid woman. Duchess of York I will not shut up.What's the matter, Omer? Good mother Aumerle, don't worry; there is nothing to do, but my life is at stake. Duchess of York risk your life! York Bring my boots; I'll go to the king. The servant re-enters with boots. The Duchess of York hit him, Aumerle.Poor kid, you're totally petrified. (to the servant) Get out, you dog!Never come near me again. (Exit servant.) York, give me my boots. Duchess of York Oh, York, what do you want?Could it be that your own son has made a mistake and you are not willing to cover it up for him?Will we have another son, or will we have a boy and a girl?Has not my fertile time long past?I am old now, and I only have this good son, but you want to tear us apart, so that I can't even keep the title of a happy mother?Isn't he very much like you?Is he not your own flesh and blood? York You crazy mad woman, will you conceal this dark plot?Here it is written that a dozen of their accomplices have allied with each other to assassinate the King at Oxford. Duchess of York He will not attend; we will tell him to stay at home, is it not his business? York go away, crazy woman!Even if he has 20 father-son relationships with me, I will report him. Duchess of York You'd be kinder if you'd groaned over his mats as I have.But now I see what you mean; you must have suspected that I was unfaithful to you, and thought he was a bastard bastard, not your son.Dear York, my good husband, don't think so; he has exactly your face, and neither I nor my kin, but I love him. York out of the way, wanton woman! (Down.) Duchess of York Follow me, Aumerle!Mount on his horse, gallop fast, and go ahead of him to the king, and beg pardon for your fault before he accuses you.I'll be here at once; old as I am, I believe I can ride as fast as York.I will kneel and never rise Till Bolingbroke forgives thee.go! (Exit each.) Game 3 Windsor.A room in the castle Enter Bolingbroke, in his tiara; Henry Percy, and all his court. Bolingbroke Does no one know where my dissolute son is?It is now exactly three months since I last saw him.He is my only bane.My lords, I wish I could find him.Visiting London taverns, because it is said that he goes there every day with a group of rambunctious dirty friends; Passers-by, this absurd and weak child will support the actions of these ronin regardless of his status. Sir Henry Pansy, I saw the Prince about two days ago, and told him of these great games at Oxford. What does Bolingbroke say? Henry Pansy's answer is, He'll go to the brothel, and draw a glove from the hand of the ugliest whore, and wear it as a souvenir; and with that glove, he'll throw the bravest challenger from the horse. Come. Bolingbroke That's a lot of nonsense; yet in his nonsense I see some glimmer of hope that perhaps his conduct will improve when he's older.But who is coming? Enter Aumere. Where is King Omer? Why is brother Bolingbroke so disturbed? Aumerle God bless your Majesty!Your Majesty, please allow me to speak to you alone. Bolingbroke Retire, and let us two talk here. (Henry and all the ministers) What's the matter, brother? Aumerle (kneeling) May my knees be rooted to the ground, and my tongue forever glued to my jaw, and I shall never rise and speak, unless you first forgive me. Bolingbroke Is your fault a mere attempt, or a crime already committed?If it is a case of attempted conspiracy, no matter how serious the case, I will forgive you for the sake of your future favor. Aumere allowed me to lock the door so that no one would let him in until I had finished speaking. Bolingbroke as you please. (Omer locks the door) York (within) My lord, take heed!Do not be plotted against; you have a traitor before you. Bolingbroke (draws sword) Traitor, you'll die if you move. Aumerle May your majesty be appeased; I will do you no harm. York (within) open the door, you careless and ignorant king; must I, in loyalty's sake, speak disrespectful words to thee?Open the door, or I'm going to break it to come in. (Bolingbroke opens the door.) Enter York. Bolingbroke (locking the door again) What's the matter, uncle?Speak.Be still for a while and allow your breath to come back.Tell me how far the danger is from us, so that we may prepare ourselves against it. York Read what's written here, and you'll know what a treacherous conspiracy they're working on. AUMER As you read, please remember the permission you have given me.I have repented my error, don't read my name there; my hand signed the covenant, but my heart did not agree. Traitor of York, you signed your name with your own hands only if you had the evil intention of treason.This piece of paper I snatched from the traitor's breast, King; fear made him repent, not his true repentance.Do not pity him, lest your pity become a viper that pierces your heart. Bolingbroke, diabolical and daring plot!O faithful father of a rebellious son!You are a pure and pure white spring, and this stream of water flows from your source, but he defiles himself from the mud!In him all your virtues are turned into vices, but your errant son's fault, which deserves death, will be pardoned by your infinite goodness. York Then my virtue shall be his talisman to evil, and his disgrace to my honour, As prodigal sons squander their father's hard-earned money.His disgrace dies, and my honor shall live; Otherwise I shall live my shameful life in his disgrace.If you let him live, you will kill me; if you pardon the traitor, you will put the loyal minister to death. Duchess of York (within) Hello, Your Majesty!For God's sake, let me in. Bolingbroke Who shrieks outside? Duchess of York (within) A woman, your aunt, great king; it is I.Speak to me, have pity on me, and open the door; a beggar who has never asked anyone is asking you. Bolingbroke, our majestic play, is now "The Beggar and the King."My wicked brother, let your mother come in; I know she will come to ask forgiveness for your sins. (Omer opens the door.) York If you have heeded whomever he begged to forgive him, more crimes would have been done.Only by cutting off the rotten joints can the rest of the body be preserved intact; if left to its own devices, its sepsis will spread and make the whole body incurable. Enter Duchess of York. Duchess of York, O King!Don't trust this cruel man; how can you love others if you don't love yourself? York, you crazy woman, what are you doing here?Shall your old teats still feed a traitor? Duchess of York Dear York, don't be angry. (Kneeling) Listen to me, Your Gracious Majesty. Bolingbroke rise, good aunt. Duchess of York No, I cannot get up yet.I will walk forever on my knees and knees, and never see the day as happy people see, Till you give me joy, and forgive Rutland, my errant child. Aumerle begs your majesty to bow down to my mother's prayer, and here I also kneel. (kneel.) York I also bow my loyal knees, and beg your majesty not to obey them. (kneeling) If you forgive him, you will incur endless troubles! Duchess of York Is his request sincere?Look at his face; there is not a tear in his eye, and his prayer is insincere.His words come from his mouth, but our words come from our hearts; his request is but a story, and the heart wishes you to reject it, but we pray to you with all our hearts and all; I know his fatigue Our knees long to stand up earlier, but we are willing to kneel until our knees take root on the ground.Our earnest prayers outweigh his hypocrisy, so let us receive the mercy that good prayers deserve. Bolingbroke Good aunt, arise. Duchess of York No, don't call me up; you should say 'forgive' before 'rise'.If I were your nanny, when I teach you how to speak, I must first teach you the word "forgiveness".Never have I longed to hear those words; say "forgiveness," king, and let mercy teach you how to say them.Those are but two short words, but they sound so lovely; there is no other word more suited to the mouth of a king than "forgiveness." York Speak in French, king; say "pardonnezmoi". Duchess of York Are you going to teach forgiveness destroy forgiveness?O my cruel husband, my cruel Lord!Say the word "forgiveness" in the language of our country; we don't know that awkward French.Your eyes speak, put your tongue in your sockets; Or put your ears in your pitiful heart, and let it hear how our cries and prayers pierce your heart, perhaps Compassion will move you to utter the word "forgiveness." Bolingbroke, good aunt, rise up. Duchess of York I don't ask you to make me stand; forgiveness is my only petition. Bolingbroke I forgive him, As God will forgive me. O Duchess of York, happy harvest upon kneeling!But I was still full of apprehension; and I repeat, saying "forgive" twice does not divide forgiveness in two, but only strengthens it more. Bolingbroke I forgive him with all my heart. Duchess of York You are an earthly god. Bolingbroke But to our faithful brother-in-law and that elder, And all their kin, Doom shall soon track their backs.Good uncle, help me send some troops to Oxford, or wherever these traitors stay; I swear I'll never let them live, but let them fall into my hands if I know where they are inside.Farewell, uncle.Farewell, brother; your mother is too good at praying, may you be a faithful person from now on. Duchess of York Come, my son; pray God to make you right again. (Exit each.) Another room in Fort IV Enter Exton and a servant. Exton Did you not notice what the king said? "Don't I have a friend who is willing to relieve me of this living worry?" Didn't he say so? Servant That's what he said. Exton said, "Have I not a friend?" He said it twice, didn't he? The servant is exactly. Exton When he said this, he looked at me carefully, as if to say, "I hope you are the one who will relieve me of my fear; Said in Bonfret's Deposed King.Come, let us go; the King's friend, and I will remove his enemies for him. (same below.) Fifth Bonfret.Fort Prison King Richard. King Richard I'm studying how this prison I'm in can be compared with the whole world; but as it's full of men, and there's no creature here but me, so they're not comparable Yes; even so, I have to think carefully.I will prove that my head is the wife of my heart, and my heart is the father of my thoughts; and from both have begotten a generation of thoughts that fill this little world, as People in the world are generally against each other because no one thought is satisfied.The better thoughts, such as those about religion, intermingle with doubts, and often attack the scriptures by citing the scriptures themselves; for example, "Come, little children;" but then adding, "To heaven Going is as hard as a camel through a pinhole." Ambitious minds always plan impossible miracles; with these feeble claws, how from the hard ribs of this cruel world, my uneven Grab a way out of the prison wall; but because they don't have such ability, they can only die in their own arrogance.A contented mind consoles itself with these words: They were not the first slaves of fortune, nor will they be the last; as the foolish beggar puts on the shackles, thinking that many have been before him. After him, there will be others who will stand where he is now, and use such thoughts to cover up their humiliation.With this kind of thinking, they have gained spiritual comfort, pretending to bear the same fate of people in the past to bear their unfortunate disasters.Thus I alone play many different roles, none of which satisfies his own destiny: sometimes I am a king; treason and treachery make me wish I were a beggar, and I am a beggar; but oppressive poverty Taught me to be a king, and so I was a king; a moment's thought that Bolingbroke had dethroned me, and I was nothing at once; but whoever I was, whoever I was Or someone else, as long as he is a person, nothing can satisfy him until he is completely wiped out.Is it music I hear? (music) Hey, hey!Don't miss the beat.What a loathsome thing to hear when beautiful music loses its rhythm!The same is true of music in people's lives.My ear can discern the disjointed rhythm of a string, but not that my place and time have all been out of harmony.I used to consume time, now time consumes me; time has made me his clock; every thought of mine is a minute, its sigh instead of the sound of the tick, one by one into my heart My eyes; my fingers constantly wiping my tears are like the hour hand on the face of a clock, indicating the progress of time; the heavy sigh that strikes the bell of my heart is the bell that tells the hour.Thus I stand by sighs and tears and groans for one minute and one hour; yet my time flies by in Bolingbroke's triumphant glee, and here I stand like a robot in a clock, bored for him keep watch over time.This music drives me mad; play it no more, for though it may restore reason to the mad, it seems to me to drive the sane to madness.But bless him who plays music for me!For it was always a sign of kindness, and kindness was a rare treasure to Richard in this hostile world. Enter the groom. Bless the groom, majestic king! KING RICHARD Thank you, my lord; the humblest among us would exalt himself.who are you?Nobody ever comes here except that wretched fellow who brings me food and prolongs my wretched life; how did you come here, man? My lord groom, when you were a king, I was a lowly groom in your stables; this time, because I was on my way to York, and passing here, I begged them a thousand times, and finally saw my old self. On the prince's side.what!On the day of Bolingbroke's coronation, I saw him in the streets of London riding his dappled Barbary horse, and I remembered how you used to ride him, and I always groomed him with special care, Now that the horse has changed owners, it hurts my heart to look at it. King Richard Does he ride a Barbary horse?Tell me, good friend, how does it carry Bolingbroke? The groom stalks like it despises the ground beneath it. King Richard It is so proud of Bolingbroke on its back!The brute once ate bread from my noble hand, it once enjoyed the glory of the royal hand.Doesn't it stumble?Pride must be overthrown, will it not stumble and fall, and break the head and neck of the proud creature that seizes its body?Forgive me, horse!You are a thing that was made to be controlled by others, and was born to be ridden by others. Why should I scold you?I am not a horse, but I am burdened like an ass, And bruised by Bolingbroke's lashes. The jailer puts a basin of food on it. The Jailer (to the groom) Go away, man; you can't stay here any longer. KING RICHARD If you love me, you may go now. Groom What my tongue dare not say, my heart will speak for it. (Down.) Lord Jailer, please have dinner. King Richard According to the usual rules, you should taste it before giving it to me. My lord the jailer, I dare not; Sir Pius of Exton came late from the king, and told me not to eat. King Richard, the devil has taken Henry Lancaster with you!I can't stand it any longer. (Beats the jailer.) Jailor help!Help!Help! Enter EXTON, with Servants, and arms. King Richard!What is the meaning of this murderous attack?Wicked man, let the weapons in your own hands end your own life. (Takes the weapon from a servant and kills him) Go to hell, too! (Killing another servant, Exton knocks King Richard down.) The hand that fell me will burn in a fire that never goes out.Exton, thy savage hand has stained the king's own land with the king's blood.Rise up, rise up, my soul!Your place is high in the sky, but here my filthy body dies, and it will sink to the ground. (die.) Eccleston He is full of courage, just as he is full of noble blood.I have spilled his blood and ruined his courage; ah!I hope it is a good thing, because the devil who praised me for a good job now tells me that this deed is in the black books of hell.I will bring the dead king to the living king.Move the rest of the corpses and bury them here. (same below.) Game Six Windsor.A room in the castle Trumpets play coloratura.Enter Bolingbroke, York, and his courtiers. Bolingbroke Good Uncle York, We have heard lately that traitors have set fire to our Gloucestershire town of Cester; but whether they were captured or slain, we hear no more. Enter Northumberland. Bolingbroke Welcome, my lord.Is there any news? Northumberland first, I wish my lord all blessings.Secondly, I report that I have sent to London the heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Brent, and Kent.How they were arrested is written in detail in this letter. Bolingbroke thank you for your industriousness, good Pansy, and I will surely reward you for your great service. Enter Fitzwater. Your Majesty Fitzwater, I have sent from Oxford to London the heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, who were also accomplices in attempting to kill you at Oxford. Bolingbroke, Fitzwater, I shall not forget your labors; I know you have done well this time. Enter Henry Pencey, with the Bishop of Carlisle. Henry Pancy's chief treason, the Elder Westminster, has succumbed to sickness and mortals with a mixture of grief; but here's Carlyle alive, waiting for your voice to pronounce sentence for his lawless madness. Bolingbroke Carlyle, here is my verdict for you: Find a quiet place, clean a clean and dignified house, live your life in ease; live in peace, die unencumbered .Because although you have always been my enemy, I can see in you the glory of loyalty and integrity. Exton enters the casket with his servants. In this casket, great king of Exton, I present to you your buried fear; here lies breathless your greatest enemy, Richard of Bordeaux, whom I have brought up. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness, Bolingbroke Exton, for you have done by your wicked hand a deed that has ruined my honour, and dishonored our whole land. My lord Exton, I did this because I heard what you said. Bolingbroke He who needs poison does not love poison, and so do I to you; and though I wish him dead, and glad to see him slain, yet I hate his murderer.Take a guilty conscience as the reward for your labors, but you cannot have my approval and favor; may you walk with Cain in the shadows of evening night, and never appear in broad daylight your face.Gentlemen, I solemnly declare that the fact that I have been watered by blood to where I am today is a matter of endless hatred in my soul.Come, put on your black robes of gloom, and mourn with me, for I truly mourn.I also want to visit the holy place and wash the blood from my sinful hands.Now let us solemnly escort the remains of this untimely death with deep sorrow. (same below.) Notes: Nickname for Henry. St. Lambert's Day (St.Lambertsday), September 17th, commemorates St. Lambert's festival. The Black Prince (The Black Prince, 1330-1376), the son of King Edward III, was named because of his black armor. Golgotha ​​(Golgotha), the place where Jesus was crucified, means Calvary. Pilate, the Roman governor who crucified Jesus. An idiom that expresses a polite refusal, meaning: "I'm sorry, I can't."