Richard IIRichard II -- Act ISlide 3Slide 4Slide 5Slide 6Slide 7Slide 8Slide 9Slide 10Slide 11Slide 12Richard II -- Act IISlide 14Slide 15Slide 16Slide 17Slide 18Slide 19Richard II -- Act IIISlide 21Slide 22Slide 23Slide 24Slide 25Slide 26Slide 27Slide 28Richard II -- Act IVSlide 30Slide 31Slide 32Slide 33Slide 34Richard II -- Act VSlide 36Slide 37Slide 38Slide 39Slide 40Slide 41Slide 42Slide 43Slide 44Richard IIRichard IIStructure, speeches, and stagingRichard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 1PublicBolingbroke vs MowbrayScene 2PrivateGaunt andDuchess ofWorchesterScene 3Publicaborted joustbanishmentsScene 4PrivateRichard and“caterpillars”Richard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 1Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?Richard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 1Besides 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.How high a pitch his resolution soars!Richard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 1PublicBolingbroke vs MowbrayScene 2PrivateGaunt andDuchess ofWorchesterScene 3Publicaborted joustbanishmentsScene 4PrivateRichard and“caterpillars”Richard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 2Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood Doth more solicit me than your exclaims, To stir against the butchers of his life! But since correction lieth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven; Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth, Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.Richard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 1PublicBolingbroke vs MowbrayScene 2PrivateGaunt andDuchess ofWorchesterScene 3PublicAborted joustbanishmentsScene 4PrivateRichard and“caterpillars”Richard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 3Therefore, we banish you our territories: You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life, Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields Shall not regreet our fair dominions, But tread the stranger paths of banishment.Your will be done: this must my comfort be, The Sun that warms you here shall shine on me; And those his golden beams to you here lent Shall point on me and gild my banishment.Richard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 3Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away. [To BOLINGBROKE] Six frozen winters spent, Return with welcome home from banishment.How long a time lies in one little word! Four lagging winters and four wanton springs End in a word: such is the breath of kings.Richard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 3I thank my liege, that in regard of me He shortens four years of my son's exile: But little vantage shall I reap thereby; For, ere the six years that he hath to spend Can change their moons and bring their times about My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light Shall be extinct with age and endless night; My inch of taper will be burnt and done, And blindfold death not let me see my son.Richard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 3Why uncle, thou hast many years to live. But not a minute, king, that thou canst give: Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; Thy word is current with him for my death, But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.Richard II -- Act IRichard II -- Act IScene 3The sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set The precious jewel of thy home return. Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make Will but remember me what a deal of world I wander from the jewels that I love.Richard II -- Act IIRichard II -- Act IIScene 1Gaunt’sdeathScene 2Richardto IrelandScene 3Bolingbrokegathers supportScene 4Welsh leaveRumors ofRich’s death“This royalthrone ofkings”Richard II -- Act IIRichard II -- Act IIScene 1This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, . . . This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, . . . This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it.Richard II -- Act IIRichard II -- Act IIScene 1Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands The royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford? Is not Gaunt dead, and doth not Hereford live? Was not Gaunt just, and is not Harry true? Did not the one deserve to have an heir? Is not his heir a well-deserving son? Take Hereford's rights away, and take from Time His charters and his customary rights; Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day; Be not thyself; for how art thou a king But by fair sequence and succession?Richard II -- Act IIRichard II -- Act IIScene 1Gaunt’sdeathScene 2Richardto IrelandScene 3Bolingbrokegathers supportScene 4Welsh leaveRumors ofRich’s death“This royalthrone ofkings”Richard II -- Act IIRichard II -- Act IIScene 3I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends; And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense: My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.Richard II -- Act IIRichard II -- Act IIScene 3BERKELEY My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you. BOLINGBROKE My lord, my answer is--to Lancaster; And I am come to seek that name in England; And I must find that title in your tongue, Before I make reply to aught you say.Richard II -- Act IIRichard II -- Act IIScene 3As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford; But as I come, I come for Lancaster. And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye: You are my father, for methinks in you I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father, Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born? If that my cousin king be King of England, It must be granted I am Duke