And both return back to their chairs again.
Their blood, he says, would be a waste of an expensive upbringing. Instead of blood he suggests banishment, and the two nobles react in different ways. He who will be the future king (Bolingbroke) says defiantly that he will carry England with him wherever he goes; he is a man of action, and banishment is freedom. The other (Mowbray) feels he has been both humiliated and entombed. What interests Richard (and us) is that Mowbrayâs sense of imprisonment derives from the feeling that his native language has been taken away from him:
Within my mouth you have engaolâd my tongue,
Doubly portcullisâd within my teeth and lips
And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance
Is made my gaoler to attend on me.
I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
Too far in years to be a pupil now:
What is thy sentence, then, but speechless death,
Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?
(I.iii.166â173)
He goes, he says, to âendless nightâ: his capacity for self-expression and symbol-formation has been sealed off; both the cutting and the kissing capabilities of his buccal cavity are closed down; his internal mother is incommunicable, guarded by a portcullis of suffocating teeth. Because he will have no-one to speak to in his native tongue, he is overcome by âbarren ignoranceâ.1 Knowledge and self-knowledge are lost when facility in language is lost.
During the first two acts Richard has been a man of few words, by contrast with the deluge of insults hurled by the others. But as Stanley Wells has emphasised, this is a play in which âtongueâ is a keyword, often paired with âheartâ in a context of the false and true use of language. It seems to be as a result of Mowbrayâs heartfelt lament that Richard acquires an interest in language; the idea, and image, of the tongue within the mouth becomes a governing metaphor in the play, undergoing various transformations that echo the images of the âhollow crownâ and the sea-girt isle (from womb to deathâs head). This, together with Gauntâs prophetic vision, fuels his new adventure.
In Shakespeareâs portrayal, Richardâs supposed crimes as a king are presented as discontented rationalisations â a casual reference to his alleged homosexuality, and some ruffled talk about âblanks, benevolences and I wot not whatâ (II.i.940). What we have seen onstage is not his misgovernment but his disregard of decorum, his exposure of the social lie on which all rely for their sense of security. With a fatalistic inevitability, Richard departs for Ireland while society plots its revenge, and there he undergoes a sea-change. After this point the play enters the realm of dream. When he returns to face his deposition, poetry pours out of him, alongside the evaporation of his political support. Prefiguring the âtears and smilesâ of his final public procession of (Christlike) humiliation, when dust is thrown on his head, he greets his native earth with âweeping, smilingâ:
Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords:
This earth shall have a feeling âŚ
(III.ii.23â24)
Sensuous contact with the earth, the mother-land, is a new source of emotionality, awoken through identification with Mowbray. He appreciates the preciousness of the speaking object â...