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O fool! fool! fool!

CASSIO. There is besides in Roderigo’s letter, How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Brave me upon the watch, whereon it came That I was cast. And even but now he spake After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him, Iago set him on.

LODOVICO. You must forsake this room, and go with us.

Your power and your command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, If there be any cunning cruelty

That can torment him much and hold him long, It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest, Till that the nature of your fault be known To the Venetian state. Come, bring away.

OTHELLO. Soft you; a word or two before you go.

I have done the state some service, and they know’t.

No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex’d in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this; And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban’d Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog And smote him, thus. Stabs himself.

LODOVICO. O bloody period!

GRATIANO. All that’s spoke is marr’d.

OTHELLO. I kiss’d thee ere I kill’d thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

Falls on the bed, and dies.

CASSIO. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon; For he was great of heart.

LODOVICO. [To Iago.] O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!

Look on the tragic loading of this bed; This is thy work. The object poisons sight; Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house, And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, For they succeed on you. To you, Lord Governor, Remains the censure of this hellish villain, The time, the place, the torture. O, enforce it!

Myself will straight aboard, and to the state This heavy act with heavy heart relate. Exeunt.

 

THE END

 

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1596

 

KING RICHARD THE SECOND

 

by William Shakespeare

 

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

 

KING RICHARD THE SECOND

JOHN OF GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster - uncle to the King EDMUND LANGLEY, Duke of York - uncle to the King HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Hereford, son of John of Gaunt, afterwards King Henry IV

DUKE OF AUMERLE, son of the Duke of York THOMAS MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk

DUKE OF SURREY

EARL OF SALISBURY

EARL BERKELEY

BUSHY - favourites of King Richard

BAGOT - ” ” ” “

GREEN - ” ” ” “

EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND

HENRY PERCY, surnamed HOTSPUR, his son

LORD Ross LORD WILLOUGHBY

LORD FITZWATER BISHOP OF CARLISLE

ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER LORD MARSHAL

SIR STEPHEN SCROOP SIR PIERCE OF EXTON

CAPTAIN of a band of Welshmen TWO GARDENERS

 

QUEEN to King Richard

DUCHESS OF YORK

DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER, widow of Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester

LADY attending on the Queen

 

Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants

 

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SCENE:

England and Wales

 

ACT I. SCENE I.

London. The palace

 

Enter RICHARD, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other NOBLES and attendants KING RICHARD. Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son, Here to make good the boist’rous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

GAUNT. I have, my liege.

KING RICHARD. Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice, Or worthily, as a good subject should, On some known ground of treachery in him?

GAUNT. As near as I could sift him on that argument, On some apparent danger seen in him

Aim’d at your Highness-no inveterate malice.

KING RICHARD. Then call them to our presence: face to face And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and the accused freely speak.

High-stomach’d are they both and full of ire, In rage, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

 

Enter BOLINGBROKE and MOWBRAY

 

BOLINGBROKE. Many years of happy days befall My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!

MOWBRAY. Each day still better other’s happiness Until the heavens, envying earth’s good hap, Add an immortal title to your crown!

KING RICHARD. We thank you both; yet one but flatters us, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.

Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

BOLINGBROKE. First-heaven be the record to my speech!

In the devotion of a subject’s love,

Tend’ring the precious safety of my prince, And free from other misbegotten hate, Come I appellant to this princely presence.

Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak My body shall make good upon this earth, Or my divine soul answer it in heaven-Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,

Too good to be so, and too bad to live, Since the more fair and crystal is the sky, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

Once more, the more to aggravate the note, With a foul traitor’s name stuff I thy throat; And wish-so please my sovereign-ere I move, What my tongue speaks, my right drawn sword may prove.

MOWBRAY. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal.

‘Tis not the trial of a woman’s war,

The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain; The blood is hot that must be cool’d for this.

Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be hush’d and nought at an to say.

First, the fair reverence of your Highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Which else would post until it had return’d These terms of treason doubled down his throat.

Setting aside his high blood’s royalty, And let him be no kinsman to my liege, I do defy him, and I spit at him,

Call him a slanderous coward and a villain; Which to maintain, I would allow him odds And meet him, were I tied to run afoot Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Or any other ground inhabitable

Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.

Meantime let this defend my loyalty—

By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie BOLINGBROKE. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of the King; And lay aside my high blood’s royalty, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.

If guilty dread have left thee so much strength As to take up mine honour’s pawn, then stoop.

By that and all the rites of knighthood else Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, What I have spoke or thou canst worst devise.

MOWBRAY. I take it up; and by that sword I swear Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder I’ll answer thee in any fair degree

Or chivalrous design of knightly trial; And when I mount, alive may I not light If I be traitor or unjustly fight!

KING RICHARD. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray’s charge?

It must be great that can inherit us

So much as of a thought of ill in him.

BOLINGBROKE. Look what I speak, my life shall prove it true-That Mowbray hath receiv’d eight thousand nobles In name of lendings for your Highness’ soldiers, The which he hath detain’d for lewd employments Like a false traitor and injurious villain.

Besides, I say and will in battle prove-Or here, or elsewhere to the furthest verge That ever was survey’d by English eye-That all the treasons for these eighteen years Complotted and contrived in this land Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.

Further I say, and further will maintain Upon his bad life to make all this good, That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester’s death, Suggest his soon-believing adversaries, And consequently, like a traitor coward, Sluic’d out his innocent soul through streams of blood; Which blood, like sacrificing Abel’s, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To me for justice and rough chastisement; And, by the glorious worth of my descent, This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.

KING RICHARD. How high a pitch his resolution soars!

Thomas of Norfolk, what say’st thou to this?

MOWBRAY. O, let my sovereign turn away his face And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this slander of his blood How God and good men hate so foul a liar.

KING RICHARD. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and cars.

Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom’s heir, As he is but my father’s brother’s son, Now by my sceptre’s awe I make a vow, Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Should nothing privilege him nor partialize The unstooping firmness of my upright soul.

He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou: Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.

MOWBRAY. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.

Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais Disburs’d I duly to his Highness’ soldiers; The other part reserv’d I by consent, For that my sovereign liege was in my debt Upon remainder of a dear account

Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester’s death-I slew him not, but to my own disgrace Neglected my sworn duty in that case.

For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster,

The honourable father to my foe,

Once did I lay an ambush for your life, A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul; But ere I last receiv’d the sacrament I did confess it, and exactly begg’d

Your Grace’s pardon; and I hope I had it.

This is my fault. As for the rest appeal’d, It issues from the rancour of a villain, A recreant and most degenerate traitor; Which in myself I boldly will defend, And interchangeably hurl down my gage Upon this overweening traitor’s foot

To prove myself a loyal gentleman

Even in the best blood chamber’d in his bosom.

In haste whereof, most heartily I pray Your Highness to assign our trial day.

KING RICHARD. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be rul’d by me; Let’s purge this choler without letting blood-This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision.

Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed: Our doctors say this is no