KING RICHARD THE SECOND
EDMUND OF LANGLEY – Duke of York, uncle to the King
JOHN OF GAUNT – Duke of Lancaster, uncle to the King
HENRY – surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Hereford, son to JOHN OF GAUNT, afterwards KING HENRY IV
DUKE OF AUMERLE – son to Duke of York
THOMAS MOWBRAY – Duke of Norfolk
DUKE OF SURREY
EARL OF SALISBURY
EARL BERKLEY
BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN – creatures to KING RICHARD
EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND
HENRY PERCY – his son
LORD ROSS
LORD WILLOUGHBY
LORD FITZWATER
BISHOP OF CARLISLE
ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER
Lord Marshall
SIR PIERCE OF EXTON
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP
Captain of a band of Welshmen
QUEEN – to KING RICHARD
DUCHESS OF GLOSTER
DUCHESS OF YORK
Lady – attending on the QUEEN
Lords, heralds, officers, soldiers, two gardeners, keeper, messenger, groom, and other attendants
PLAY
Dispersedly in England and Wales.
ACT I
Scene i: London. A room in the palace.
Scene ii: The same. A room in the Duke of Lancaster’s palace.
Scene iii: Gosford Green, near Coventry.
Scene iv: The court.
ACT II
Scene Ii: London. A room in Ely House.
Scene ii: The same. A room in the palace.
Scene iii: The wilds in Glostershire.
Scene iv: A camp in Wales.
ACT III
Scene i: Bolingbroke’s camp at Bristol.
Scene ii: The coast of Wales. A castle in view.
Scene iii: Wales. Before Flint castle.
Scene iv: Langley. The Duke of York’s garden.
ACT IV
Scene i: London. Westminster Hall.
ACT V
Scene i: London. A street leading to the Tower.
Scene ii: The same. A room in the Duke of York’s palace.
Scene iii: Windsor. A room in the castle.
Scene iv: Another room in the castle.
Scene v: Pomfret. The dungeon of the castle.
Scene vi: Windsor. A room in the castle.
Act V: Scene i
KING RICHARD’S QUEEN: This way the king will come; this is the way
To Julius Caesar’s ill-erected tower,
To whom flint bosom my condemned lord
Is doom’d a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke:
Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth
Have any resting for her true king’s queen.–
But soft, but see, or rather do we see,
My fair rose wither: yet, look up, behold,
That you in pity may dissolve to dew,
And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.
