Page 2935 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crownèd, planted many years,
Be judg’d by subject and inferior breath
And he himself not present? O, forfend it God
That in a Christian climate souls refin’d [130]
Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
Stirr’d up by God thus boldly for his king.
My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford’s King; [135]
And if you crown him, let me prophesy
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act.
Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars [140]
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind, confound.
Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny
Shall here inhabit, and this land be call’d
The field of Golgotha and dead men’s skulls.
O, if you raise this house against this house [145]
It will the woefullest division prove
That ever fell upon this cursèd earth.
Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,
Lest child, child’s children, cry against you woe.

NORT HUMBERLAND

Well have you argued, sir; and for your pains [150]
Of capital treason we arrest you here.
My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge
To keep him safely till his day of trial.
May it please you, lords, to grant the commons’ suit?

BOLINGBROKE

Fetch hither Richard, that in common view [155]
He may surrender. So we shall proceed
Without suspicion.

Y ORK

I will be his conduct.

Exit.