Ok I wanted to complete my Act III comments, and they pertain to scene 3.
I am completely fascinated in how Shakespeare deals with Bolingbroke's motives. Is Bolingbroke secretly striving to gain the kingship? Check out how York questions Bolingbroke at the beginning of the scene and Bolingbroke's response:
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE
So that by this intelligence we learn
The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury
Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed
With some few private friends upon this coast.
NORTHUMBERLAND
The news is very fair and good, my lord:
Richard not far from hence hath hid his head.
DUKE OF YORK
It would beseem the Lord Northumberland
To say 'King Richard:' alack the heavy day
When such a sacred king should hide his head.
NORTHUMBERLAND
Your grace mistakes; only to be brief
Left I his title out.
DUKE OF YORK
The time hath been,
Would you have been so brief with him, he would
Have been so brief with you, to shorten you,
For taking so the head, your whole head's length.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
Mistake not, uncle, further than you should.
DUKE OF YORK
Take not, good cousin, further than you should.
Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
I know it, uncle, and oppose not myself
Against their will. But who comes here?
A sort of slip of the tongue by Northumberland leads York to suspect what may be going on. And Bolingbroke tells him to "mistake not uncle, further than you should." But York replies sharply, "Take not, good cousin, further than you should./Lest you mistake the heavens are o'er our heads." He suspects something is up. A little further down Bolingbroke articulates what his demands are:
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Henry Bolingbroke
On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand
And sends allegiance and true faith of heart
To his most royal person, hither come
Even at his feet to lay my arms and power,
Provided that my banishment repeal'd
And lands restored again be freely granted:
If not, I'll use the advantage of my power
And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood
Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen:
All he wants is his banishment repealled and his lands restored. So what's the problem? This indicates a man who is willing to negotiate. Bolingbroke has not been given the most lively of poetic language in the play but that image of showers of blood and a slaughtered Englishmen (his own people I might add) is extremely striking and I can't help but feel that Henry has a brutal machievllian (sp?) streak in him that is intent on taking the crown. In a play that has had some stirring patriotic speeches slaughtering your own countrymen sounds incrediblly unpatriotic, as if me saying I would slaughter American soldiers (God forbid the thought). It's just not a nice thing.
And if on the surface Bolingbroke is willing to negotiate, then why does Richard give up the crown without either a fight or an attempt at negotiation? It seems he could provide Bolingbroke with what he wants. The scene where they come on each other, Richard up on the castle wall and Bolingbroke below is a visually striking drama. And then Richard comes down, down to Bolingbrokes level is even more striking. At first Richard seems defiant:
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We are amazed; and thus long have we stood
To watch the fearful bending of thy knee,
To NORTHUMBERLAND
Because we thought ourself thy lawful king:
And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
To pay their awful duty to our presence?
If we be not, show us the hand of God
That hath dismissed us from our stewardship;
For well we know, no hand of blood and bone
Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,
Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
And though you think that all, as you have done,
Have torn their souls by turning them from us,
And we are barren and bereft of friends;
Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
Your children yet unborn and unbegot,
That lift your vassal hands against my head
And threat the glory of my precious crown.
Tell Bolingbroke--for yond methinks he stands--
That every stride he makes upon my land
Is dangerous treason: he is come to open
The purple testament of bleeding war;
But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons
Shall ill become the flower of England's face,
Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
To scarlet indignation and bedew
Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.
But defiance turns to unreality. God is "mustering on his behalf?" Well, He isn't. [Side note: notice all the allusions to garden in that speech, flower, pasture, grass.] And though defiant for a speech, his "bi-polar" temperment quickly shifts even though Northumberland says Bolingbroke will be at the Kings "faithful service."
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KING RICHARD II
O God, O God! that e'er this tongue of mine,
That laid the sentence of dread banishment
On yon proud man, should take it off again
With words of sooth! O that I were as great
As is my grief, or lesser than my name!
Or that I could forget what I have been,
Or not remember what I must be now!
Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat,
Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.
And when Northumberland comes back and before he even hears what he has to say Richard has already convinced himself to give it up:
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KING RICHARD II
What must the king do now? must he submit?
The king shall do it: must he be deposed?
The king shall be contented: must he lose
The name of king? o' God's name, let it go:
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,
My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,
My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,
My figured goblets for a dish of wood,
My sceptre for a palmer's walking staff,
My subjects for a pair of carved saints
And my large kingdom for a little grave,
A little little grave, an obscure grave;
Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,
Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet
May hourly trample on their sovereign's head;
For on my heart they tread now whilst I live;
And buried once, why not upon my head?
Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender-hearted cousin!
We'll make foul weather with despised tears;
Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,
And make a dearth in this revolting land.
Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,
And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
As thus, to drop them still upon one place,
Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
Within the earth; and, therein laid,--there lies
Two kinsmen digg'd their graves with weeping eyes.
Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.
Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland,
What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty
Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.
Good God, all the self pity and reaches of imagination and lack of reality are seen here. And all Northumberland says is that Bolingbroke would like to talk with you. And Richard sees himself dethroned with this very action of coming down the castle:
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KING RICHARD II
Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon,
Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base,
To come at traitors' calls and do them grace.
In the base court? Come down? Down, court!
down, king!
For night-owls shriek where mounting larks
should sing.
And Northumberland notes Richard's mental state to Bolingbroke:
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NORTHUMBERLAND
Sorrow and grief of heart
Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man
Yet he is come.
I take that comment as telling Bolingbroke, sh,sh, he's going to abdicate, play it right. And Richard abdicate:
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KING RICHARD II
Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee
To make the base earth proud with kissing it:
Me rather had my heart might feel your love
Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.
Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,
Thus high at least, although your knee be low.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
KING RICHARD II
Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
As my true service shall deserve your love.
KING RICHARD II
Well you deserve: they well deserve to have,
That know the strong'st and surest way to get.
Uncle, give me your hands: nay, dry your eyes;
Tears show their love, but want their remedies.
Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
Though you are old enough to be my heir.
What you will have, I'll give, and willing too;
For do we must what force will have us do.
Set on towards London, cousin, is it so?
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
Yea, my good lord.
What made Richard give up without a fight or negotiation? Does he suspect that Bolingbroke is angling for the crown and no matter what Richard does he will seize the kingship from him? I suspect yes. Richard sees it as all futile. But was it futile? I don't really know. I think it may have been but I still would have fought to the end. Others in Shakespeare do. That last "Yea, my good lord" by Bolingbroke can almost be seen as a dancing banana :banana: yea! (I'm kidding somewhat ;)) And Richard cornered apparently concludes the scene with a pathetic "Then I must not say no."
A fascinating scene if you ask me.