The Hollow Crown - Season 1 Edit

A beggar begs that never begged before.

A brace of draymen bid God speed him well,

A brittle glory shineth in this face.

A deed of slander

A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,

A generation of still breeding thoughts,

A god on earth thou art!

A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,

A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,

A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.

A little, little grave.

A lunatic lean witted fool!

A plot shall show us all a merry day.

A prince by fortune of my birth,

A puny subject strikes at thy great glory.

A royal king,

A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,

A traitor to my God, my king and me.

A twofold marriage, 'twixt my crown and me,

A wandering vagabond, my rights and royalties

A woeful pageant have we here beheld.

A woman.

Add an immortal title to your crown!

Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers.

Adopts thee heir

After a well graced actor leaves the stage,

After our sentence, plaining comes too late.

After your late tossing on the breaking seas?

After, Aumerle!

Again uncurse their souls.

Against infection and the hand of war,

Against the Duke of Hereford

Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

Against the envy of less happier lands,

Against the state and profit of this land;

Against them both my true joints bended be.

Against thy majesty.

Ah, how long

Ah, Richard,

Aimed at your highness.

Alack the heavy day,

Alack,

Alack, poor Richard!

Alas, poor Duke!

All is said.

All murdered.

All murdered.

All must be even in our government.

All pomp and majesty I do forswear;

All souls that will be safe fly from my side.

Allowing him a breath, a little scene,

Although I be not he;

Am I both priest and clerk?

Am I not king?

Am I, who ready here do stand in arms

An easy task it is to win our own.

An obscure grave.

And added years to his short banishment

And all goes worse than I have power to tell.

And all the number

And all this famous land.

And all too soon, I fear,

And all unlooked for from your highness' mouth.

And all your northern castles yielded up,

And all your southern gentlemen in arms upon his party.

And am I last that knows it?

And bedew her pastures' grass

And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.

And Bolingbroke hath seized the wasteful king.

And bow my knee before his majesty

And buried once, why not upon my head?

And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt,

And by the glorious worth of my descent,

And by the honourable tomb he swears,

And by the worth and honour of himself,

And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.

And darts his light through every guilty hole,

And do thee favours with my royal hands.

And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance

And entertain a cheerful disposition.

And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs,

And fold him in our arms.

And for because the world is populous

And for our coffers are grown somewhat light,

And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect

And for the right of that

And for we think the eagle winged pride

And free from other misbegotten hate,

And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear

And future ages groan for this foul act;

And had the tribute of his supple knee

And hardly kept our countrymen together,

And he himself not present?

And he shall think that thou, which know'st the way

And hearts harder than steel.

And heavy gaited toads lie in their way,

And her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars?

And here is not a creature but myself,

And how comest thou hither,

And I from heaven banished as from hence!

And I spit at him,

And I thank thee, king,

And I,

And if my word be sterling yet in England,

And if we be, how dare thy joints forget

And if you crown him,

And in my loyal bosom lies his power.

And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars

And in this thought they find a kind of ease,

And interchangeably set down their hand,

And is not Harry true? Did the one not deserve to have an heir?

And know not now what name to call myself!

And laboured all I could to do him right.

And lands restored again be freely granted.

And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood

And lean looked prophets whisper fearful change

And learn to make a body of a limb.

And let him never see joy that breaks that oath!

And long live Henry, fourth of that name!

And love to Richard

And made no deeper wounds?

And make a dearth in this revolting land.

And make high majesty look like itself,

And make some pretty match with shedding tears?

And mark King Richard how he looks.

And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven

And minister correction to thy fault!

And mock not flesh and blood with solemn reverence.

And must I ravel out My weaved up folly?

And my large kingdom for a little grave.

And my succeeding issue

And noble uncle, I beseech your grace,

And none contented:

And Norfolk, throw down his.

And nothing can we call our own but death.

And now changed to The Beggar And The King.

And now doth time waste me.

And ostentation of despised arms?

And plague injustice with the pains of hell.

And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow.

And prick my tender patience to those thoughts

And prove you true.

And put on sullen black incontinent

And quite lost their hearts.

And quite lost their hearts.

And send defiance to the traitor, and so die?

And send him many years of sunshine days!

And send the hearers weeping to their beds.

And send them after to supply our wants

And sends allegiance and true faith of heart to his most royal person,

And shall I have?

And shall the figure of God's majesty, His captain,

And shortly means to touch our northern shore.

And show fair duty to his majesty.

And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds,

And so I am, then crushing penury

And soon lie Richard in an earthy pit!

And speaking it, he wistly looked on thee,

And stained the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks

And straight am nothing:

And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

And that he is a bastard, not thy son

And that small model of the barren earth

And that's the wavering commons, for their love

And then be gone and trouble you no more.

And then betwixt me and my married wife.

And there the antic sits,

And therefore, personally I lay my claim

And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt.

And these external manners of laments

And these same thoughts people this little world,

And these stones prove armed soldiers,

And they are fled.

And they shall strike your children yet unborn and unbegot,

And those his golden beams to you here lent

And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men!

And thou shalt know

And thou with all pleased,

And thou, too careless patient as thou art,

And thou, too careless patient as thou art,

And thou...

And though you think that all, as you have done,

And threat the glory of my precious crown.

And thus long have we stood

And thy abundant goodness shall excuse

And thy aunt, great king; 'tis I.

And thy steps no more

And till such blood thither come again,

And tired by jouncing Bolingbroke.

And to Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now.

And unavoidable is the danger now. Not so.

And urged it twice together, did he not?

And was at last out faced by Bolingbroke?

And water cannot wash away your sin.

And we are barren and bereft of friends,

And we create, in absence of ourself,

And what loss is it to be rid of care?

And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,

And who should say,

And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?

And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in arms.

And will rid his foe.

And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Bagot, Sir Stephen Scroop,

And with him go these thoughts.

And with rainy eyes

And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.

And with uplifted arms is safe arrived

And yet I bear a burden like an ass,

And yet not greatly good,

And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.

And yet not so.

And yet salt water blinds them not so much

And yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm.

And yet we hear no tidings from the King.

And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,

And yet, amen,

And you that do abet him in this kind

And you will find it so; I speak no more than every man doth know.

And, cousin too, adieu:

And, for these great affairs do ask some charge,

And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.

And, humoured thus, comes at the last

And, madam, there is orders ta'en for you;

And, therein laid, There lies two kinsmen,

And, with a little pin, bores through his castle wall and,

Anointed, crowned, planted many years,

Appointed to direct these fair designs.

Are Bushy and Green dead?

Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed, fled.

Are idly bent on him who enters next,

Are merely shadows to the unseen grief

Are plucked up root and all by Bolingbroke,

Are we not high?

Are you contented to resign the crown?

Arm, arm, my name!

Armies of pestilence!

As a long parted mother with her child

As brittle as the glory is the face!

As far as I could sift him on that argument,

As from my death bed, thy last living leave.

As God shall pardon me.

As Harry, Duke of Hereford, were he here.

As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful.

As I was banished, I was banished Hereford

As if this flesh, which walls about our life,

As in a theatre,

As my true service shall deserve your love.

As theirs, so mine and all be as it is.

As thus, to drop them still upon one place,

As we this garden.

As well appeareth by the cause you come,

As well assured Richard, their king,

As were our England in reversion his.

As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself

Ascend his throne,

At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's Day.

At Ravenspurgh. Now God in heaven forbid!

Attorneys are denied me,

Aumerle,

Aumerle, thou weep'st, my tender hearted cousin!

Aumerle? Poor boy, thou art amazed.

Away with me in post to meet him there.

Away, be gone!

Ay,

Aye.

Bad men, you violate

Banish us both and send the king with me.

Base men by his endowments are made great.

Be confident to speak, Northumberland.

Be feared and kill with looks

Be he the fire.

Be his own carver, and cut out his way

Be it known unto you I do remain as neuter.

Be judged by subject and inferior breath,

Be merry, for our time of stay is short.

Be ready as your lives shall answer it

Be swift like lightning in the execution. Be valiant and live.

Be though on thy way.

Be York the next that must be bankrupt so!

Bear not along the clogging burden of a guilty soul.

Bearing their own misfortune on the back

Because my power is weak and all ill left

Because my power is weak and all ill left

Because we ever have been near the King.

Because we thought ourself thy lawful king.

Before I have shook off the regal thoughts

Before the expiration of thy time,

Behind the globe that lights the lower world

Being ne'er so little urged, another way

Being so great, I have no need to beg.

Believe me, noble lord, I am a stranger here.

BELL CHIMES

Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.

Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth,

Besides a clergyman of holy reverence who, I cannot learn.

Besides himself, are all the English peers,

Besides I say, and will in battle prove,

Besides, our nearness to the King in love

Both of them at Lancaster lost their heads.

Both to defend my loyalty and truth

Both who they are and why they come hither

Both young and old rebel,

Boy, let me see the writing.

Boys with women's voices

Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.

Broke the possession of a royal bed

Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls

But 'tis usurped

But as I come, I come for Lancaster.

But by fair sequence and succession?

But by the robbing of the banished Duke.

But die not shame with thee!

But dust was thrown upon his sacred head

But for his own

But for our trusty Bishop and the Abbot,

But he, in twelve,

But heaven hath a hand in these events,

But here is Carlisle living.

But I will have them, if I once know where.

But if I could, by Him that gave me life,

But if I could, by Him that gave me life,

But if you faint, as fearing to do so,

But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,

But in this kind to come in braving arms

But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,

But little vantage shall I reap thereby

But none returns.

But not a minute, King, that thou canst give.

But now I know thy mind;

But now the blood of twenty thousand men did triumph in my face,

But only they have privilege to live.

But presently prevent the ways to wail.

But presently prevent the ways to wail.

But since I cannot,

But since it would not,

But soft, but see, or rather do not see,

But then, more why why have they dared to march

But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep.

But thou the King.

But to the shoreline, and there I left him.

But tread the stranger paths of banishment.

But we must win your grace to go with us

But what thou art,

But whate'er I be,

But when, from over this terrestrial ball,

But who comes here?

But who comes here?

But, ere the crown he looks for live in peace,

But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,

By bare imagination of a feast?

By flatterers, and what they will inform

By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly

By me hither brought.

By pardoning my transgressing boy.

By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

By that dear blood which it hath fostered

By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?

By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?

By this time, had the King permitted us,

By you unhappied and disfigured clean.

Call him a slanderous coward and a villain.

Can grip the sacred handle of our sceptre,

Can sick men play so nicely with their names?

Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.

Carlisle,

Change the complexion of her maid pale peace

Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.

Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,

Com'st thou because the anointed King is hence?

Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay

Come I appellant to this princely presence.

Come, come, my son,

Come, cousin, I'll dispose of you.

Come, gentlemen,

Come, lady, go,

Come, lords, away.

Come, mourn with me for what I do lament,

Come, my old son.

Come...let's go

Comfort, my liege.

Comfort, my liege.

Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth,

Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure

Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure

Committed by yourself and your followers

Complotted and contrived in this land

Condemns you to the death.

Confess thy treasons 'ere thou fly this realm.

Containing the deposing of a king.

Convey?

Conveyers are you all,

Cousin Aumerle,

Cousin of Hereford,

Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,

Cousin, farewell, and uncle, bid him so.

Cousin, I am too young to be your father,

Cousin, throw down your gage; do you begin?

Cover your heads.

Covering your fearful land with hard, bright steel

Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay.

Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays,

Damned without redemption!

Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?

Darest thou, thou little better thing than earth,

Darest with thy frozen admonition

Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,

Deep malice makes too deep incision.

Demand of yonder knights in arms

Demi paradise,

Deny my sacred state,

Deny my sacred state,

Depressed he is already, and deposed he will be.

Descending now from him;

Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.

Did I this deed.

Did keep ten thousand men?

Did they not sometimes cry, All hail! to me?

Didst thou not mark the king,

Die free from strife

Digged their graves with weeping eyes.

Discharge my followers.

Discomfort guides my tongue and bids me speak of nothing but despair.

Discomfortable cousin,

Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny

Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods,

DISTANT MUSIC PLAYS

Divine his downfall?

Do wound the bark,

Dogs easily won to fawn on any man!

Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

DOOR OPENS

Doth humbly kiss thy hand,

Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up

Doubly divorced!

Doubly portcullised with my teeth and lips,

Draw near.

Draw out our miles and make them wearisome.

Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

Duke of Norfolk,

Each day still better other's happiness

Eating the bitter bread of banishment,

Embrace each other's love in banishment

End in a word,

Enforce attention like deep harmony.

England, bound in with the triumphant sea,

Enquire of him.

Ere her native king shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.

Even in condition of the worst degree,

Even so,

Even through the hollow eyes of Death

Except the Marshal and such officers

Expedient manage must be made, my liege,

Face to face,

Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee

Fair cousin?

Fall to the base earth from the firmament.

Farewell at once for once, for all, and ever.

Farewell, King!

Farewell, my blood,

Farewell.

Farewell.

Farewell.

Farewell.

Fear not, my lord.

Fear, not love, begets his penitence:

Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,

Feel want

Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.

Fetch hither Richard,

Fiend, thou torment'st me ere I come to hell!

Filling one another,

FIRE CRACKLES

First heaven be the record to my speech!

First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me

First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.

Flatter themselves

Flatter, bow, and bend my limbs

For 'tis a sign of love;

For 'twere no charity

For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.

For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,

For aught I know, my lord.

For do we must what force will have us do.

For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed

For gnarling sorrow has less power to bite

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground.

For he is just and always loved us well.

For heaven still guards the right.

For how art thou a king

For I have given here my soul's consent

For I must nothing be;

For I resign to thee.

For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear.

For methinks in you I see old Gaunt alive.

For Mowbray and myself are like two men

For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.

For on my heart they tread now whilst I live.

For our affairs in hand.

For sleeping England long time have I watched

For that our kingdom's earth should not be soiled

For their advantage and your highness' loss.

For there it is, cracked in a hundred shivers.

For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

For thou hast wrought

For though it have holp madmen to their wits,

For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,

For thy great bounty,

For Time hath set a blot upon my pride.

For us to levy power

For violent fires soon burn out themselves

For violent fires soon burn out themselves

For we will make for Ireland presently.

For what can we bequeath, save our deposed bodies to the ground?

For what can we bequeath, save our deposed bodies to the ground?

For when I was a king, my flatterers

For within the hollow crown

For yond methinks he stands.

For you have but mistook me all this while.

For, ere the six years that he hath to spend

Forget, forgive, conclude and be agreed;

Forgiveness, horse!

Foul treason!

Found truth in all but one

Four lagging winters and four wanton springs

Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.

Frighting her pale faced villages with war

From forth the ranks of many thousand French,

From giving reins and spurs to my free speech,

From my own window torn my household coat,

From off my hands, here in the view of men

From plume plucked Richard;

From Richard's night

From which awaked, the truth of what we are

From your own mouth, my lord,

Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,

Gentle Northumberland,

Gentlemen, will you go muster men?

Give me my boots, I say.

Give me the crown.

Give me the glass, and therein will I read.

Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me

Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

Glad am I that your highness is so armed

Go now and fill another room in hell.

Go signify as much.

Go some of you and fetch a looking glass.

Go thou and, like an executioner,

Go to Flint Castle.

Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle.

Go, some of you convey him to the Tower.

God in thy good cause make thee prosperous.

God save King Harry,

God save the king!

God save the king!

God save your grace.

God, for his Richard, hath in heavenly pay a glorious angel.

God, thou and I do know

Good aunt, stand up.

Good aunt, stand up.

Good king, great king,

Good mother, be content;

Good sometime Queen,

Good uncle, help to order several powers

Good uncle, let this end where it begun;

Great Bolingbroke,

Great Duke of Lancaster,

Greater he shall not be.

Grows strong and great in substance and in power.

Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder.

Had he done so to great and growing men,

Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.

Had you first died and he been thus trod down,

Hadst thou groan'd for him

Hail, royal Prince!

Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby

Hast thou brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son,

Hath Bolingbroke deposed thine intellect?

Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth.

Hath from the number of his banished years

Hath he been in thy heart?

Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf.

Hath power to keep you king in spite of all.

Hath sorrow struck

Hath suggested thee

Hath yielded up his body to the grave!

Have changed their moons and brought their times around

Have here delivered me to my sour cross,

Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?

Have I not reason to look pale and dead?

Have stooped my neck under your injuries

Have thy desire.

Have torn their souls by turning them from us,

Have we more sons? Or are we like to have?

HE CHUCKLES

HE CHUCKLES

He did.

He does me double wrong

He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines

HE GARGLES

HE GASPS

He had none of me.

He hath not money for these Irish wars,

He is as like thee as a man may be!

He is come to open the purple testament of bleeding war.

He is our cousin, cousin.

He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou.

HE LAUGHS

HE LAUGHS

HE LAUGHS

HE LAUGHS

HE LAUGHS

HE LAUGHS

He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear

He may surrender

He means, my lord, that we are too remiss,

He shall be none;

He shortens four years from my son's exile

He should have had a volume of farewells.

HE SOBS

HE SOBS

HE SOBS No!

He spake it twice,

He that hath suffered this disordered spring

He would have found his uncle Gaunt a father

Hear me, gentle liege.

Helping him to all;

Henry Bolingbroke

Her fairest flowers choked up,

Her fruit trees all upturned, her hedges ruined,

Her knots disorder'd

Here am I left to underprop his land,

Here to make good the boisterous late appeal

Here, cousin

Here, cousin, seize the crown;

Herein all breathless lies

High be our thoughts!

High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.

His charters and his customary rights.

His coming hither hath no further scope than for his lineal royalties.

His eyes do drop no tears,

His face thou hast, for even so looked he, O Richard!

His noble cousin

His noble kinsman!

His plate, his goods, his money and his lands.

His prayers are in jest;

His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,

His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.

His tongue now is a stringless instrument

His treasons will sit blushing in his face,

His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast.

Hither come, even at his feet, to lay my arms and power,

Hold out my horse and I will be first there.

Hold thy peace!

HORSE WHINNIES

HORSES NEIGH AND SNORT

How brooks your grace the air

How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?

How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?

How far off lies your power?

How fares our noble uncle Lancaster?

How he did seem to dive into their hearts

How high a pitch his resolution soars!

How is't with aged Gaunt?

How long a time lies in one little word!

How long shall I be patient?

How near the tiding of our comfort is.

How now!

How some have been deposed, some slain in war,

How some have been deposed; some slain in war;

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face.

How sour sweet music is,

How to lament the cause.

I am a subject, And I challenge law.

I am greater than a king

I am in health,

I am the last of noble Edward's sons,

I breathe and see thee ill.

I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,

I cannot do it;

I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,

I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,

I come to thee

I could weep, madam, would it do you good.

I die pronouncing it

I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.

I do beseech your grace to pardon me

I do beseech your majesty,

I do beseech your majesty, impute his words

I do not sue to stand;

I do repent me; read not my name there

I fear me, never.

I fear. What should you fear?

I find myself a traitor with the rest;

I give this heavy weight from off my head,

I had forgot myself.

I hardly yet have learned

I have a king here to my flatterer.

I have been studying how I may compare

I have had feelings of my cousin's wrongs

I have, my liege.

I know my uncle, York, hath power enough to serve our turn.

I know not what to do!

I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.

I live with bread, like you

I mean the favourites of the King, Bushy and Green.

I mean to see.

I mock my name, great King, to flatter thee.

I never long'd to hear a word till now;

I pardon him,

I pardon him.

I play the torturer, by small and small,

I pray God make thee new.

I say that Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles

I see the issue of these arms.

I see thy glory like a shooting star

I see thy grieved heart.

I see your brows are full of discontent,

I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,

I spy life peering, but dare not say

I swear.

I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.

I thank my liege that in regard of me

I thank thee not;

I thought you had been willing to resign.

I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king;

I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.

I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,

I was not made a horse;

I wasted time,

I will be satisfied;

I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.

I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle?

I will to Wales to rouse the troops.

I will unfold some causes of your deaths.

I would attach you all and make you stoop

I would attach you all and make you stoop

I would thou wert the man

I, in twelve thousand, none.

I'll ascend the regal throne.

I'll be the yielding water.

I'll beg one boon,

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,

I'll give thee scope to beat,

I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,