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By flatterers; and what they will inform, | Imp out our drooping country's broken wing,
Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown, That will the king severely prosecute
Wipe off the dust that hides our scepire's gilt,' Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. And make high majesty look like itself, Ross. The commons hath he pill'd' with grievous Away, with me, in post to Ravenspurg: taxes,
But if you faint, as fearing to do so, And quite lost their hearts : the nobles hath he find Stav, and be secret, and myself will go. For alicient quarrels, and quite lust their hearts. Ross. Tu horse, io horse! urge duubts to them Irillo. Ani dai.y new exactions are devis'd;
that fear. As blank3, benevolences, and I wot not what: Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be But what, o' God's name, doth become of this ?
(Eseunt. North. Wars have not wasted it, for warr'd he
SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Palace. But basely yielded upon compromise
Enter QUEEN, Bushy, und Bagor.
Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad: Ross. The earl of Wilshire hath ihe realm in You promis'd, when you paried with the king, farm.
To lay aside life-harming heaviness, Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken And entertain a cheerful disposition.
Queen. To please the king, I did ; to please mya North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth over
I cannot doi; yet I know no canse R78. He hath not money for these Irish wars, Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, His burdenous taxations notwithstanding,
Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest But by the robbing of the banish'd duke.
As my sweet Richard : Yet, again, methinks, North. His noble kinsman; most degenerate Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, king!
Is coming towards me ; and my inward soul But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,"
With nothing trembles : at soinething it grieves, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm:
More than with parting from my lord the king. We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty. And yet we strike not, but securely perish.
shadows, Russ. We see the very wreck thai we must suffer ; Which show like grief itself, but are not so: And unavoided is the danger now,
For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, For suffering so the causes of our wreck.
Divides one thing entire to many objects ; North. Not so; even through the hollow eyes of Like perspectives, '' which, rightly gazd upon, death,
Show' nothing but confusion ; ey'd awry, I spy life peering; but I dare not say
Distinguish form : so your sweet majesty How near the tidings of our comfort is.
Looking awry upon your lord's departure, Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; dost ours.
Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland :
Of what it is not. Then, thrice-yracious queen, We three are but thyself; and, speaking so,
More than your lord's departure weep not; more's Tor words are but as thoughts; therefire, be bold. North. Then thus :-I have from Port le Bianc, Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, a bay
Wnich, for things true, weeps things imaginary. To Brittany, receiv'l intelligence,
Queen. It may be so; bui yet my inward soul That Harry Hereford, Reinold Lord Cobham, Persuades me, it is otherwise : Howe'er it be, [The son of Richard earl of Arundel,}"
I cannot but be sad : so heavy sad, Tinat late broke from the duke of Exeter,
As,—though, in thinking, on no thought I think, ilHis brother, archbishop late of Canterbury,
Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir John Ranston,
Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit,'? my gracious Sir John Norbery, Sir Robert Waterton, and Fran
lady. cis Quoint,
Queen. 'Tis nothing less : conceit is still deriv'd All these well furnish'd by the duke of Bretagne,
From some fore-father grief; inine is not su; With eight tallø ships, three thousand men of war, For nothing hath be got my something grief; Are making hither with all due expedience,'
Or something hath the nothing that I grieve : And shortly mean to touch our northern shore :
'Tis in reversion that I do possess; Perhaps, they had ere this; but that they stay But what it is, that is not yet known; what The first departing of the king for Ireland.
I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot. If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,
meant optical glasses, to assist the sight in any way. 1 Pillaged.
Mr. Henley says that the perspectives here mentioned 2 Stow records that Richard II. 'compelled all the were round crystal classes, the convex surface of which reizinus, gentlemen, and commons, to set iheir scales to was cut into faces like those of the rose-diamoud: the blunkes, the end he mighe, if ii pleaseil nim, oppress concave left uniformly smooth; which if placed as here them severally, or all it once ; some of the commons representeil, woulil exhibit the different appearances pail him 101) marks, some 1)) pounds,'&c.
described by the poet.' But it may have reference to 3 So in the Tempest:
that kind of optical delusion called anamorphosis ; --- another storm brewing; I hear it sing in the which is a perspective projection of a picture, so that at wind,
one point of view it shall appear a confused mass, or 4"And yet we strike not our sails, but perish by too di Terent to what it really 14, in another, an exact and great confidence in our serurity: this is another Latin. rezular representation. Sometimes it is made in appear Sicurel, is used in the sense of securus.
confused to the naked eye, and regular when viewert in 5 The live in brackety, which way necessary to com. a glass or marror of a certain torm. ' A picture of a plote the sense, has been supplied upon the authority of chancellor of France, presented to the common behol. boiashed. Som thing of a similar impart must have der a multitude of little faces; but if one did look at it been omitted by acci lent in the old copies.
through a per pecire, there appeared only the single 6 St u. 7 Expedition.
portraiture of the chancellor. - Humane Industry, 8 When the wing feather ota hawk were dropped or 1651. furced out by any accide... I was ustalo supply av 11 The old copies have on thinking,' which is an many as stere deficient. This operation was called . Lo evident error: ive should red, · As though in think. inp'a hawk.' le is often used metaphorically, as in ing;' 1. e. 'though muing, I have no idea of calainity.' this instance. The word is said to come from the Saxon The involuntary and unaccountable depression of the impan, lo graft, or inoculate.
mind which every one has sometimes felt, is here very 9 Gilding.
forcibly described. 10 It has been shown in a former note that perspective 12 Fancisul conception.
Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died. Green. God save your majesty!—and well met, Comes rushing on this woeful land at once !
York. God for his mercy! what a tide of woes gentlemen :
I know not what to do:-I would to God I hope, the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.
Queen. Why hop'st thou so? 'us better hope, he is; (So my untruth“ had not provok'd him to it) For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope ;
The king had cut off my head with my brother's Then wherefore dost thou hope, he is not shipp'd ? What, are there no posts despatch'd for Ireland ?Green. That he, our hope, might have retir'd his How-shall we do for money for these wars ? power,
Come, sister, —cousin, I would say: pray, pardun And driven into despair an enemy's hope, Who strongly hath set footing in this land :
Go, fellow (To the Servant.) get thee home, provide fhe banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,
some carts, And with uplifted arms is safo arriv'd
And bring away the armour that is there. At Ravenspurg.
(Erit Serrani Queen, Now, God in heaven forbid! Gentlemen, will you go muster men ? if I know Green. O, madam, ''uis too true : and that is How, or which way, to order these affairs, worse,
Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,
The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
And duty bids defend; the other again, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.
Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd; Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northurn- Whom conscience and my kindred bids 10 night. berland,
Well, somewhat we must do.-Come, cousin, I'l! And all the rest of the revolted faction, traitors ? ? Dispose of you :-Gentlemen, go, niuster up your
Green. We have : whereon the earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,
And meet me presently at Berkley-castle. And all the household servants fled with him
I should to Plashy 100; To Bolingbroke.
But time will not permit :-All is uneven, Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my And every thing is lefi at six and seven.
(Ereunt York and Queen. And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir ::
Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Irelan, Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy ;
But none returns. For us to levy power, And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,
Proportionable to the enemy, Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.
Is all impossible. Bushy. Despair not, madam.
Green. Besides, our nearness to the king in love, Queen.
Who shall hinder me? Is near the hate of those love not the king. I will despair, and be at enmity
Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for With cozening hope ; he is a flatterer,
their love A parasite, a keeper-back of death,
Lies in their purses ; and whoso empties them, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Which false hope lingers in extreinity.
Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally con
demn'd. Enter YORK.
Bagot. If judgment lie in them, then so do we, Green. Here comes the duke of York.
Because we ever have been near the king. Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck; Green. Well, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol o, full of careful business are his looks!
The earl of Wiltshire is already there.
York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts: Will the hateful commons perform for us;
Bagot. No; I'll to Ireland to his majesty.
We three here part, that ne'er shall meet again. Who, weak with age, cannot support myself : Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back BoNow comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;
lingbroke. Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him. Green. Alas, por duke! the task he undertakes Enter a Servant.
Is-numb’ring sands, and drinking oceans dry; Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came.
Where one on his side fights, thousands will fiy. York. He was ?-Wly, so !-go all which way
Bushy. Farewell at once; for once, for all, and it will!
Green. Well, we may meet again. The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold,
I fear me, never. Anil will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.
[Erreal Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloster ; SCENE III. The IVilds in Glostershire. Enter Bid her send me presently a thousand pound : • BOLING BROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND, Eidha Hold, take my ring,
Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkley now? But I shall grieve you to report the rest.
North. Believe me, noble lord, York. What is it, knave ?
I am a stranger here in Glostershire.
These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, I Retird, i.e. drawn it back; a French sense. 2 The first quarto, 1597, reads:
by calling him her sorrow's dismal heir,' and explains * And all the rest of the revolted faction, traitors ?" more fully in the following line :The folio, and the quarto of 1598 and 1609 :
«Now bath my soul brought forh her prodigy.' And the rest of the rerolling faction, traitors ? 4 Disloyalty, treachery. 3 The queen haid said before, that 'come unborn sor. 5 Not one of York's brothers had his head cut of row, ripe in fortune's womb, was coming toward her.' either by the king or any one else. Gloster, to w base She talks afterward of her unknown griefs á being be: death he probably alludes, was smothered between two goifen ;' she calls Green the midwise of her woe;' and beds at Calais. then means to say in the same metaphorical style, that 6 This is one of Shakspeare's enuches of nature. the arrival of Bolingbroke was the dismal offspring that York is talking to the queen, his cousin, but the recent her foreboding sorrow was big of; which she expresses death of his sister is uppermost in his mind
Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome : A banish'd traitor: all my treasury
Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found
lord. in Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company:
Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it. Which, I protest, hath very much begu ild
Boling. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the The tediousness and process of my travel:
poor ; But theirs is sweeten'd with the hope to have Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, The present benefit which I possess :
Stands for my bounty. But who comes here? And hope to joy,' is little less in joy,
Enter BERKLEY. Than hope enjoy'd : by this the weary lords Suall make their way seem short; as mine hath done North. It is my lord of Berkley, as guess. By sight of what I have, your noble company. Berk. My lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
Boling. Of much less value is my company, Boling. My lord, my answer is-to Lancaster ;' Than your good words. But who comes here? And I am come to seek that name in England : Enter HARRY Percy.
And I must find that title in your tongue,
Before I make reply to aught you say. North. It is my son, young Harry Percy,
Berk. Mistake me not, my lord; 'tis not my Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.
meaning, Harry, how fares your uncle?
To raze one title of your honour out :3 Percy. I had thought, my lord, to have learn'd his To you, my lord, I come (what lord you will,) health of you.
From the most gracious regent of this land, North. Why, is he not with the queen ?
The duke of York; to know, what pricks you on Percy. No, my good lord; he hath forsook the To take advantage of the absent time, court,
And fright our native peace with self-born arms.
Enter York, utlended.
Boling. I shall not need transport my words by He was not so resolv'd, when last we spake toge
Here comes his grace in person.—My noble uncle ! Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed
York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurg,
knee, To offer service to the duke of Hereford;
Whose duty is deceivable and false.
Boling. My gracious uncle !--
North. Have you forgot ihe duke of Hereford, boy? I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace,
Percy. No, my good lord ; for that is not forgot, In an ungracious mouth, is but profane.
Dar'd once to touch a dust of England's ground ? North. Then learn to know him now; this is the But then more why ;-Why have they dard to duke.
And ostentation of despised arms?
Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence ? Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure, Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind, I count myself in nothing else so happy,
And in my loyal bosom lies luis
power. As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends; Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, Anl, as my fortune ripens with thy love,
As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself, It shall be still thy true love's recompense : Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, My heart this covenant makcs, my hand thus From forth the ranks of many thousand French; seals it.
O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine, North. How far is it to Berkley ? And what stir
Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee, Keeps good old York there, with his men of war? And minister correction to thy fault! Percy. There stands the castle, by yon tuft of
Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my trces,
fault; Mann'd with ihree hundred men, as I have heard :
On what condition stands it, and wherein ? Ånd in it are the lords of York, Berkley, and Sey York. Even in condition of the worst degree, mour;
In gross rebellion, and detested treason :
Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come,
Before the expiration of thy time,
In braving arms against thy sovereign. North. Here come the lords of Ross and Wil
Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Herclonghby, Blondy with sparring, fiery-red with haste.
But as I came,
I come for Lancaster, Baling. Welcome, my lords : I wot your love pursues
5 In Romeo and Juliet we have the same kind of
phraseology: | Tn joy is here used as a verb; it is equivalent with * Thank ine no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.' torjoire 'To joy, to clap hands, to rejoyce.' Barel. 6 Perhaps Shakspeare here uses despised for haled Shak-peare very frequently uses it in this sense. or hateful arms? Sir Thomas Hanmer changed it to
? - Your message, you say, is to my lord of Hereford. despiteful, but the old copies all agree in reading des. Mo answer is, It is not to him, it is to the Duke of Lan. piscil. Shakspeare uses the word again in a singular csler.'
sense in Othello, Act I, Sc. 1, where Brabantio exclaims 3 * How the names of them which for capital crimes upon the loss of his daughter :against majestie were erased out of the publicke re.
what's to come of my despised time cords, tables, and registers, or forbidden to be borne by Is jought but bitterness.' their posteritie, when their memory was damned, I It has been suggested that despised is used to denote could show at large. - Camden's Remaines, 1605, p. the general contemp: in which the British held the 136.
French forces. The duke of Bretagne furnished Bo. 4 Time of the king's absence.
lingbroke with three thousand French soldiers.
And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace,
And hardly kept our countrymen together, Look on my wrongs with an indifferenti eye : And yet we hear no tidings from the king; You are my father, for, methinks, in you
Therefore we will disperse ourselves : farewell. I see old Gaunt alive ; 0, then, my father!
Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welsbe Will you permit that I shall stand condemnd A wand'ring vagabond ; my rights and royalties The king reposeth all his confidence Pluck'd from my arms perforce, and given away In thee. To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born ? Cap. 'Tis thought, the king is dead: we will not If that my cousin king be king of England,
stay. It must be granted, I am duke of Lancaster, The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, You have a son, Aumerle, my noble kinsman; And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; Had you first died, and he been thus trod down, The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change ; To rouse his wrongs, 2 and chase them to the bay. Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap, Iam denied 10 sue my livery? here,
The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, And yei my leiters patent give me leave :
The other, to enjoy by rage and war: My father's goods are all disirain'd, and sold; These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.And these, and all, are all amiss employ’d. Farewell; our countrymen are gone and fled, What would you have me do? I am a subject, As well assur’d, Richard their king is dead. (Ez And challenge law: Aitornies are denied me; Sal. Ah, Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind, And therefore personally I lay my claim
I see thy glory, like a shooting star, To my inheritance of free descent.
Fall to ihe base earth from the firmament ! Noith. The noble duke hath been too much Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, abus'd.
Winessing storms to come, woe, and unrest : Ross. It stands your grace upon to do him right. Thy friends are fled, to wait upon thy foes : Willo. Base men by his endowments are made And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. [Erit.
great. York. My lords of England, let me tell you this,I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs,
ACT III. And labour'd all I could to do bim ri ht:
SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol. Es But in this kind to come, in braving arms,
ter BoLINGEROKE, York, NorTHUMBERLAND, Be his own carver, and cut out his way,
Percy, WULLOUGHBY, Ross: Oficers belang
Boling. Bring forth these men.-
(Since presently your souls must part your bodies,) We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;
With too much urging your pernicious lives, An I let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that oath.
For 'twere no charity : yer, to wash your blood York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms;
From off my hands, here, in the view of men, I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
I will unfold some causes of your deaths.
You have misled a prince, a royal king,
By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean."
You have, in manner, with your sinful hours, But, since I cannot, be is known to you,
Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; I do remain as neuier. So, fare you well ;
Broke the possession of a roval bed, '° Unless you please to enter in the castle,
And stain’d the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks And there repose you for this nighi.
With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs Boling. An offer, uncle, that we will accept.
Myself--a prince, by fortune of my birth, But we m'ist win your grace, to
Near to the king in blood; and near in love, To Bristol Castle'; which, they say, is held
Till you did make him misinterpret me, By Busiv, Bagot, and their complices,
Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
And sigh’d my English breath in foreign clouds, Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away.
Eating the bitter bread of banishment : York. It may be, I will go with you :--but yet whilst you have fed upon my signories,
Dispark'd my parks, and felld my forest woods; For I am loath to break our country's laws.
From my own windows torn my household coal, Nor friends, nor foes, lo me welcome you are:
Raz'd out my impress,'2 leaving me no sign, Things past redres3, are now with me past care.s
9 This enumeration of prodigies is in the highest de (Ereunt.
Tree poetical and strikinz. The pet received the hill SCENE IV. A Camp in Wales. Enter Salis. fiom Holinsheil: 'In this yeare, in a manner through
Muit all the realme of Englande, old baie trees withered, BURY,' and a Captain.
&c.' This, as it appears from T. Lupton's Syxt Bonks Cap. My lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten of Notable Things, bl. 4to. was esteemed a bad omen. days,
Neyther falling sickness, neyther devyll. wyll infest
or hurt one in that place whereas a bay trer is. The ! lid ffcrentis imperial. The instances of this lise of the word among the poet's contemporaries are very
Romaynes call it the plant of the good angel, &c. Seo
also Evelyn's Sylva, sin. 1776, p. 296. numerous. 2 Wings is probably here used for urongers.
9 i. e. quite, completely. 3 See the former scene, p. 412, n. 7.
10 There seems in be no authority for this. Isabel 4 Steevens explains the phrase "Il stands your period; his first queen, Anne, died in 1392, and be was
Richard's second queen, was buit vine rears old at this grace upon,' to mean, it is your intere:t: it is inattor very fond of her. of consequence in yon.' But hear Baret, ' The heyre is hound : the hevre ouht, or it is the heyre's part in de and character, by destroying the enclosures, and the
11 To dispurk signifies 10 divest a park of its name send; it s'anileth him upon; or is in his charge.
In. cumbit do fen8 'o mortis hæredi. The phrase is there. underwood,) and the beasis of the chase therein ; laying
vert (or whatever bears green leaves, whether wood ct sore eyuivalent to it is incumbent upon your grace. Things without remedy
it open. Should be without regard.'
12 The impress was a device, or motin. Ferne, in 6 Johnson thought this scene had been by some acci.
Mzebeth. his Blazon of Gentry, 1938, observes that the artes, dent transposed, and that it should stand as the second wheresoever they are fixed or set. For the punish:
&c. of traitors and rebels inay be defaced and removed sone in the third act. 7 John Montacule, earl of Salisbury.
ment of a base knight see Spenser's Faerie Queen, v. c. iii. st. 37.
Save men's opinions, and my living blood, - K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin ! know'st thou To show thc world I am a gentleman,
not, This, and much more, much more than twice all That when the searching eye of heaven is hid this,
Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, Condemns you to the death :-See them deliverd Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen,
In murders, and in outrage, bloody here; To execution and the hand of death.
But when, from under this terrestrial ball, Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me, He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, Than Bolingbroke to England. -Lords, farewell. And darts his light through every guilty hole, Green. My comfort is, that hearen will take our Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, souls,
The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves? Boling. My Lord Northumberland, see them So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke,despatch'd.
Who all this while hath revell'd in the night, (Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, and others, with Whilst we were wand'ring with the antipodes, Prisoners.
Shall see us rising in our throne the east, Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house ; His treasons will sit blushing in his face, For heaven's sake, fairly let her be entreated : Not able to endure the sight of day; Tell her, I send to her my kind commends ;' But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin. Take special care my greetings be deliver'd. Not all the water in the rough rude sea
York. A gentleman of mine I have despatch'd Can wash the balm from an anointed king: With letters of your love to her at large.
The breath of worldly men cannot depose Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, lords, The deputy elected by the Lord : away :
For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd, To fight with Glendower and his complices; To list shrewd steel against our golden crown, Awhile to work, and, after, holiday. [Éreunt. God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay SCENE II. The Coast of Wales. A Castle in Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the
A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, tiew. Flourish : Drums and Trumpets. Enter
right. King RICHARD, Bishop of Carlisle, AUMERLE, and Soldiers.
Enter SALISBURY. K. Rich. Barkloughly Castle call you? this at
Welcome, my lord; How far off lies your power?" hand ?
Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord, Aum. Yea, my lord : How brooks your grace the Than this weak arm : Discomfort guides my tongue,
And bids me speak of nothing but despair. air, After your late tossing on the breaking seas?
One day too late, I fear, my noble lord, K. Rich. Needs must I like it well; I
Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth: weep for
O, call back yesterday, bid time return, joy,
And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men! To stand upon my kingdom once again.Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand,
To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,
O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state; As a long parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles, in meeting;
Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers’d, and fled.
Aum. Comfort, my liege : why looks your graco So, weeping, smiling, grect I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands.
so pale? Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,
K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense : But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
Did triumph in my face, and they are fed ;
And, till so much blood thither come again, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in iheir way;
Have I not reason to look pale and dead?
All souls that will be safe, fly from my side ;
Aum. Comfort, my liege: remember who you Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder;
K. Rich. I had forgot myself: Am I not king? Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
Awake thou sluggard majesty! thou sleep'st. Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords ;
Is not the king's name forty thousand names ?" This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones
Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king
At thy great glory.-Look not to the ground, Shall falter under foul rebellious arms.
Ye favourites of a king; Are we not high? Bishop. Fear not, my lord ; that Power, that made High be our thoughts ? I know, my uncle York
Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who you king,
Scroop. More health and happiness betide my And we will not, heaven's offer we refuse;
liege, The proffer'd means of succour and redress. Than can my care-tund tongue deliver him.
Aun. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss; K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart preWhilst Bolingbroke, through our security,
par'd:10 Grows strong and great, in substance, and in friends.
have been taught to think false or foolish to the reign of
King James I. But this doctrine was never carried fur. 1 Commendations.
ther in any country, than in this island, while the 2 Johnson saya, 'here may be properly inserted the house of Tudor sat on the throne. last scene of the second act.'
7 Force. 3 The quarto of 1597 reads they.
8 The first quarto reads coward majesty.' 4 The old copies read 'that lights,' &c. The altera. 9 So in King Richard III. :tion was made by Johnson.
. Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength.' 5. It is not easy (says Steevens) to point out an image 10 . It seems to be the design of the poet to raise Rich. more striking and beautiful than this, in any poet, anci. ard to esteem in his fall, and consequently to interest eat or modern."
the reader in his favour. He gives him only passive 6 Here is the doctrine of the divine right of kings, and fortitude, the virtue of a confessor, rather than of a king of the passive obedience of subjects, expressed in the In his prosperity we saw him imperious and oppressive; Brongen terms. Johnson observes that it has been the but in his distress be is wire, patient, and pious.' fashion to Impule the original of every tenet which we Johnson.