Boling. Joy abfent, grief is prefent for that time. Gaunt. What is fix winters? they are quickly gone. Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten. Gaunt. Call it a Travel, that thou tak'ft for pleasure. Boling. My heart will figh, when I mifcall it fo, Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage. Gaunt. The fullen paffage of thy weary steps (Boling. Nay, rather, ev'ry tedious ftride I make Will but remember me, what a deal of World Muft I not ferve a lóng. Apprentice hood, Having my Freedom, boaft of Nothing elfe But that I was a Journeyman to Grief? Gaunt. All Places that the Eye of Heaven vifits, Are to a wife man ports and happy havens. Teach thy neceflity to reafon thus: There is no virtue like neceffity. 'Think not, the King did banish Thee; But Thou the King. Woe doth the heavier fit, Boling. Nay, rather, ev'ry 8 and a day's work. However, he is not to be cenfared for what he himfelf rejected. 9 All Places that the Eye of Heav'n vifits, &c.] The fourteen verfes that follow, are found in the firft Edition. POPE. I am inclined to believe that what Mr. Theobald and Mr. Fope have restored were expunged in the revifion by the authour: if the lines inclofed in crotchets are omitted, the fenfe is more Coherent. Nothing is more frequent among dramatick writers, than to fhorten their dialogues for the ftage. And And not, the King exil'd thee. Or suppose, Tolye that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st. The grafs whereon thou tread'ft, the prefence-floor; For gnarling Sorrow hath lefs Pow'r to bite way; Had I thy Youth, and Cause, I would not stay. My mother and my nurse, which bears me yet. yet a true-born Englishman] Here the first act ought to end, that between the firit and fecond acts there may be time for John of Gaunt to accompany his fon, return and fall fick Then the firft fcene of the fecond act begins with a natural converfation, interrupted by [Exeunt. a meffage from John of Gaunt, by which the king is called to vifit him, which vifit is paid in the following scene. As the play is now divided, more time paffes between the two laft fcenes of the first act, than between the first act and the fecond. C 4 SCENE Enter King Richard, and Bagot, &c. at one door; and the Lord Aumerle, at the other. K. Rich. E did, indeed, observe-Coufin WE Aumerle, How far brought you high Hereford on his way? Aum. 'Faith, none by me; except the north-east wind, (Which then blew bitterly against our faces) Awak'd the fleepy rheume; and fo by chance Did grace our hollow Parting with a tear. K. Rich. What faid your coufin, when you parted with him? Aum. Farewel. And, for my heart difdained that my tongue Should fo prophane the word, That taught me craft To counterfeit oppreffion of fuch grief, That words feem'd buried in my forrow's Grave. He should have had a volume of farewels; K. Rich. He is our kinfman, Coufin; but 'tis doubt, What What reverence he did throw away on slaves, With-Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friendsAs were our England in reverfion his, And he our Subjects' next degree in hope. Green. Well, he is gone, and with him go these thoughts. Now for the Rebels, which stand out in Ireland, For our affairs in hand; if they come short, Enter Bushy. K. Rich. Busby, what news? Busby. Old John of Gaunt is fick, my lord, Suddenly taken, and hath fent post-haste T'intreat your Majefty to vifit him. K. Rich. Where lyes he? Busby. At Ely-boufe. K. Rich. Now put it, heav'n, in his physician's mind, To To help him to his Grave immediately. Pray heav'n, we may make hafte, and come too late! ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE I. ELY-HOUSE. Gaunt brought in, fick; with the Duke of York. W! GAUNT. ILL the King come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unftay'd youth? York. Vex not your felf, nor ftrive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. Gaunt. Oh, but, they fay, the tongues of dying men Inforce attention, like deep harmony: Where words are fcarce, they're feldom fpent in vain ; Than they, whom youth and eafe have taught to glofe, York. His ear is ftopt with other flatt'ring charms, Report |