"Now mark me, how I will undo myself;
I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duty's rites:
All pomp and majesty I do forswear;
My manors, rents, revenues I forego;
My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny:
God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!
God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee!
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,
And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved!
Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!
God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says,
And send him many years of sunshine days!
What more remains?"
Geronimo’s Heirs Sue Secret Yale Society Over His Skull
HOUSTON — The descendants of Geronimo have sued Skull and Bones, a secret society at Yale University with ties to the Bush family, charging that its members robbed his grave in 1918 and have kept his skull in a glass case ever since.
The claim is part of a lawsuit filed in federal court in Washington on Tuesday, the 100th anniversary of Geronimo’s death. The Apache warrior’s heirs are seeking to recover all his remains, wherever they may be, and have them transferred to a new grave at the headwaters of the Gila River in New Mexico, where Geronimo was born and wished to be interred.
“I believe strongly from my heart that his spirit was never released,” Geronimo’s great-grandson Harlyn Geronimo, 61, told reporters Tuesday at the National Press Club.
Geronimo died a prisoner of war at Fort Sill, Okla., in 1909. A longstanding tradition among members of Skull and Bones holds that Prescott S. Bush — father of President George Bush and grandfather of President George W. Bush — broke into the grave with some classmates during World War I and made off with the skull, two bones, a bridle and some stirrups, all of which were put on display at the group’s clubhouse in New Haven, known as the Tomb.
The story gained some validity in 2005, when a historian discovered a letter written in 1918 from one Skull and Bones member to another saying the skull had been taken from a grave at Fort Sill along with several pieces of tack for a horse.
Ramsey Clark, a former United States attorney general who is representing Geronimo’s family, acknowledged he had no hard proof that the story was true. Yet he said he hoped the court would clear up the matter.
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Tom Conroy, a spokesman for Yale, declined to comment on the lawsuit but was quick to note that the Tomb was not on university property.
Members of the Skull and Bones, who guard their organization’s secrecy, could not be reached for comment. Though the society is not officially affiliated with the university, many of Yale’s most powerful alumni are members, among them both Bush presidents and Senator John Kerry, Democrat of Massachusetts.
“Of all the items rumored to be in the Skull and Bones’s possession, Geronimo’s skull is one of the more plausible ones,” said Alexandra Robbins, the author of “Secrets of the Tomb” (Little Brown 2002), a book about the society. “There is a skull encased in a glass display when you walk in the door of the Tomb, and they call it Geronimo.”
Some local historians and anthropologists in Oklahoma have cast doubt on the tale, noting that no independent evidence has been found to suggest that Geronimo’s grave was disturbed in 1918. Ten years later, the army covered the grave with concrete and replaced a simple wooden headstone with a stone monument, making it nearly impregnable.
Geronimo, whose given name was Goyathlay, put up fierce resistance to white settlers, fighting the Mexican and United States armies for nearly three decades. He finally surrendered, with only 35 men left, to Gen. Nelson A. Miles on the New Mexico-Arizona border in 1886 and spent the rest of his life in prison, dying of pneumonia.
Not all Apaches want to move his remains to New Mexico. The branch of the tribe that settled at Fort Sill after Geronimo died is fighting to keep the grave where it is.
“There is nothing to be gained by digging up the dead,” said Jeff Houser, the chairman of the Fort Sill Apache Tribe. “It will not repair the damage to the tribe caused by its removal and imprisonment.”
[Enter, as to the Parliament, HENRY BOLINGBROKE,] [p]DUKE OF AUMERLE, NORTHUMBERLAND, HENRY PERCY, LORD [p]FITZWATER, DUKE OF SURREY, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, [p]the Abbot Of Westminster, and another Lord, Herald, [p]Officers, and BAGOT]
- Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death,Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd1985The bloody office of his timeless end.
- Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.1990In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted,I heard you say, 'Is not my arm of length,That reacheth from the restful English courtAs far as Calais, to mine uncle's head?'Amongst much other talk, that very time,1995I heard you say that you had rather refuseThe offer of an hundred thousand crownsThan Bolingbroke's return to England;Adding withal how blest this land would beIn this your cousin's death.2000
- What answer shall I make to this base man?Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,On equal terms to give him chastisement?Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd2005With the attainder of his slanderous lips.There is my gage, the manual seal of death,That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest,And will maintain what thou hast said is falseIn thy heart-blood, though being all too base2010To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
- In all this presence that hath moved me so.
- 2015There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine:By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st,I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spakest itThat thou wert cause of noble Gloucester's death.If thou deny'st it twenty times, thou liest;2020And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.
- In this appeal as thou art all unjust;And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,To prove it on thee to the extremest pointOf mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest.2030
- And never brandish more revengeful steelOver the glittering helmet of my foe!
- And spur thee on with full as many lies2035As may be holloa'd in thy treacherous earFrom sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn;Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.
- I have a thousand spirits in one breast,2040To answer twenty thousand such as you.
- The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
- And you can witness with me this is true.2045
- That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,That it shall render vengeance and revenge2050Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lieIn earth as quiet as thy father's skull:In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.
- 2055If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies,And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,To tie thee to my strong correction.2060As I intend to thrive in this new world,Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk sayThat thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy menTo execute the noble duke at Calais.2065
- That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this,If he may be repeal'd, to try his honour.
- Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be,2070And, though mine enemy, restored againTo all his lands and signories: when he's return'd,Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
- Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought2075For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,Streaming the ensign of the Christian crossAgainst black pagans, Turks, and Saracens:And toil'd with works of war, retired himselfTo Italy; and there at Venice gave2080His body to that pleasant country's earth,And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,Under whose colours he had fought so long.
- Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,Your differences shall all rest under gageTill we assign you to your days of trial.
- From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soulAdopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yieldsTo the possession of thy royal hand:Ascend his throne, descending now from him;2095And long live Henry, fourth of that name!
- Worst in this royal presence may I speak,Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.2100Would God that any in this noble presenceWere enough noble to be upright judgeOf noble Richard! then true noblesse wouldLearn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.What subject can give sentence on his king?2105And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear,Although apparent guilt be seen in them;And shall the figure of God's majesty,His captain, steward, deputy-elect,2110Anointed, crowned, planted many years,Be judged by subject and inferior breath,And he himself not present? O, forfend it, God,That in a Christian climate souls refinedShould show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!2115I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king:My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:And if you crown him, let me prophesy:2120The blood of English shall manure the ground,And future ages groan for this foul act;Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,And in this seat of peace tumultuous warsShall kin with kin and kind with kind confound;2125Disorder, horror, fear and mutinyShall here inhabit, and this land be call'dThe field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.O, if you raise this house against this house,It will the woefullest division prove2130That ever fell upon this cursed earth.Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe!
- Of capital treason we arrest you here.2135My Lord of Westminster, be it your chargeTo keep him safely till his day of trial.May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit.
- He may surrender; so we shall proceed2140Without suspicion.
- Procure your sureties for your days of answer.2145Little are we beholding to your love,And little look'd for at your helping hands.[Re-enter DUKE OF YORK, with KING RICHARD II, and]Officers bearing the regalia]
- 2150Before I have shook off the regal thoughtsWherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'dTo insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs:Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor meTo this submission. Yet I well remember2155The favours of these men: were they not mine?Did they not sometime cry, 'all hail!' to me?So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,Found truth in all but one: I, in twelve thousand, none.God save the king! Will no man say amen?2160Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen.God save the king! although I be not he;And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.To do what service am I sent for hither?
- 2165Which tired majesty did make thee offer,The resignation of thy state and crownTo Henry Bolingbroke.
- Here cousin:2170On this side my hand, and on that side yours.Now is this golden crown like a deep wellThat owes two buckets, filling one another,The emptier ever dancing in the air,The other down, unseen and full of water:2175That bucket down and full of tears am I,Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
- You may my glories and my state depose,2180But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
- My care is loss of care, by old care done;Your care is gain of care, by new care won:2185The cares I give I have, though given away;They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
- Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.2190Now mark me, how I will undo myself;I give this heavy weight from off my headAnd this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;With mine own tears I wash away my balm,2195With mine own hands I give away my crown,With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,With mine own breath release all duty's rites:All pomp and majesty I do forswear;My manors, rents, revenues I forego;2200My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny:God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee!Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved!2205Long mayst thou live in Richard's seat to sit,And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!God save King Harry, unking'd Richard says,And send him many years of sunshine days!What more remains?2210
- These accusations and these grievous crimesCommitted by your person and your followersAgainst the state and profit of this land;That, by confessing them, the souls of men2215May deem that you are worthily deposed.
- My weaved-up folly? Gentle Northumberland,If thy offences were upon record,Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop2220To read a lecture of them? If thou wouldst,There shouldst thou find one heinous article,Containing the deposing of a kingAnd cracking the strong warrant of an oath,Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven:2225Nay, all of you that stand and look upon,Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself,Though some of you with Pilate wash your handsShowing an outward pity; yet you PilatesHave here deliver'd me to my sour cross,2230And water cannot wash away your sin.
- And yet salt water blinds them not so muchBut they can see a sort of traitors here.2235Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,I find myself a traitor with the rest;For I have given here my soul's consentTo undeck the pompous body of a king;Made glory base and sovereignty a slave,2240Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.
- Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,No, not that name was given me at the font,2245But 'tis usurp'd: alack the heavy day,That I have worn so many winters out,And know not now what name to call myself!O that I were a mockery king of snow,Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,2250To melt myself away in water-drops!Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,An if my word be sterling yet in England,Let it command a mirror hither straight,That it may show me what a face I have,2255Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
- When I do see the very book indeedWhere all my sins are writ, and that's myself.2265[Re-enter Attendant, with a glass]Give me the glass, and therein will I read.No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struckSo many blows upon this face of mine,And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass,2270Like to my followers in prosperity,Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the faceThat every day under his household roofDid keep ten thousand men? was this the faceThat, like the sun, did make beholders wink?2275Was this the face that faced so many follies,And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?A brittle glory shineth in this face:As brittle as the glory is the face;[Dashes the glass against the ground]2280For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.
- The shadow or your face.2285
- The shadow of my sorrow! ha! let's see:'Tis very true, my grief lies all within;And these external manners of lamentsAre merely shadows to the unseen grief2290That swells with silence in the tortured soul;There lies the substance: and I thank thee, king,For thy great bounty, that not only givestMe cause to wail but teachest me the wayHow to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon,2295And then be gone and trouble you no more.Shall I obtain it?
- For when I was a king, my flatterers2300Were then but subjects; being now a subject,I have a king here to my flatterer.Being so great, I have no need to beg.
- That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.
- Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves.2315[Exeunt all except the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, the Abbot]of Westminster, and DUKE OF AUMERLE]
- Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.2320
- To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?
- Before I freely speak my mind herein,You shall not only take the sacrament2325To bury mine intents, but also to effectWhatever I shall happen to devise.I see your brows are full of discontent,Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears:Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay2330A plot shall show us all a merry day.