Limps after, in base imitation. His rash, fierce blaze of riot cannot last; For violent fires soon burn out themselves: Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. This fortress, built by nature for herself, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, 1 Where the will rebels against the notices of the understanding. Like to a tenement, or pelting1 farm: 2 Enter KING RICHARD and Queen; AUMERLE, BUSHY, GREEN, BAGOT, Ross,3 and WILLOUGHBY.* York. The king is come: deal mildly with his youth; For young, hot colts, being raged,5 do rage the more. Queen. How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster? K. Rich. What comfort, man? How is't with aged Gaunt? Gaunt. O, how that name befits my composition! Old Gaunt, indeed; and gaunt in being old. Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; And who abstains from meat, that is not gaunt? For sleeping England long time have I watched; Watching breeds leanness; leanness is all gaunt. The pleasure, that some fathers feed upon, Is my strict fast, I mean-my children's looks; And, therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Whose hollow womb inhabits nought but bones. 1 "In this 22d yeare of King Richard, the common fame ranne that the king had letten to farme the realme unto Sir William Scrope, earle of Wiltshire, and then treasurer of England, to Syr John Bushey, Sir John Bagot, and Sir Henry Greene, Knightes.”—Fabian. Pelling is paltry, pitiful, petty. 2 Shakspeare has deviated from historical truth in the introduction of Richard's queen as a woman; for Anne, his first wife, was dead before the period at which the commencement of the play is laid; and Isabella, his second wife, was a child at the time of his death. 3 i. e. William lord Ross, of Hamlake, afterwards lord treasurer to Henry IV. 4 William lord Willoughby, of Eresby. 5 Ritson proposes to read : K. Rich. Can sick men play so nicely with their names? Gaunt. No; misery makes sport to mock itself: K. Rich. Should dying men flatter with those that live? Gaunt. No, no; men living, flatter those that die. K. Rich. Thou, now a dying, say'st-thou flatter'st me. Gaunt. O, no; thou diest, though I the sicker be. K. Rich. I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill. Gaunt. Now, He that made me, knows I see thee ill; Ill in myself to see, and in thee, seeing ill. Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land, Wherein thou liest in reputation sick; And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee: A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown, Whose compass is no bigger than thy head; And yet, incaged in so small a verge, The waste is no whit lesser than thy land; O, had thy grandsire, with a prophet's eye, Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons, From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame, Deposing thee before thou wert possessed, Which art possessed' now to depose thyself. Why, cousin, wert thou regent of the world, It were a shame to let this land by lease; But, for thy world, enjoying but this land, Is it not more than shame, to shame it so? Landlord of England art thou now, not king; Thy state of law is bondslave to the law;2 And thou K. Rich. 1 Mad. -a lunatic, lean-witted fool, 2 "Thy legal state, that rank in the state and these large desmesnes, which the constitution allotted thee, are now bondslave to the law; being subject to the same legal restrictions as every ordinary, pelting farm that has been let on lease." Presuming on an ague's privilege, Make pale our cheek; chasing the royal blood, That blood already, like the pelican, Hast thou tapped out, and drunkenly caroused. That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood: [Exit, borne out by his Attendants. He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear As Harry duke of Hereford, were he here. K. Rich. Right; you say true; as Hereford's love, so his; As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. North. My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty. K. Rich. What says he? North. Nay, nothing; all is said: His tongue is now a stringless instrument; K. Rich. The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; And, for these great affairs do ask some charge, York. How long shall I be patient? Ah, how long Of whom thy father, prince of Wales, was first; In peace, was never gentle lamb more mild, 1 That is, "our pilgrimage is yet to come." 2 Kernes were Irish peasantry, serving as light-armed foot-soldiers. 3 Alluding to the idea that no venomous reptiles live in Ireland. 4 When the duke of Hereford went into France, after his banishment, he was honorably entertained at that court, and would have obtained in marriage the only daughter of the duke of Berry, uncle to the French king, had not Richard prevented the match. 5 i. e. when he was of thy age. |