This mufick mads me, let it found no more ";
For, though it have holpe madmen to their wits 7,
In me, it feems, it will make wife men mad.
Yet, bleffing on his heart that gives it me!
For 'tis a fign of love; and love to Richard
Is a ftrange brooch in this all-hating world".
Enter Groom.

Groom. Hail, royal prince!

K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer; The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. What art thou? and how comeft thou hither, Where no man never comes, but that fad dog That brings me food, to make misfortune live? Groom. I was a poor groom of thy ftable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, With much ado, at length have gotten leave

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To look upon my fometimes royal mafter's face.

6 This mufick mads me, let it found no more ;] So, in our auther's Rape of Lucrece:

"The little birds that tune their morning throats,

"Make her moans mad with their sweet melody." MALONE. 7 For, though it bave bolpe madmen to their wits,] The allufion is, perhaps, to the perfons bit by the tarantula, who are faid to be cured by mufick. MALONE.

In what degree mufick was fuppofed to be useful in curing madness, the reader may receive information from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy; Part II. Sect. 2.

REED.

and love to Richard

Is a ftrange brooch in this all-bating word.] i. e. as ftrange and uncommon as a brooch, which is now no longer worn. So, in All's Well that ends Well: " Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion, richly fuited, but unfuitable; just like the brooch and the toothpick, which wear not now." MALONE.

9 in this all-hating world.] I believe the meaning is, this world in which I am univerfally hated. JOHNSON.

1-but that fad dog] It should be remembered that the word fad was in the time of our author used for grave. The expreffion will then be the fame as if he had faid, that grave, that gloomy villain. So, in Holinfhed, p. 730: "With that, the recorder called Fitzwilliam, a fad man and an honeft, &c." STEEVENS,

-fometimes-] was used for formerly, as well as fometime, which the modern editors have fubftituted. So in Speed's Hiftory of Great Britaine, 1611 :-" A catalogue of the religious houfes, &c. fometimes in England and Wales." MALONE.

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O, how

O, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld,
In London streets that coronation day,
When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary!
That horse, that thou so often haft beftrid;
That horse, that I fo carefully have drefs'd!

K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him?

Groom. So proudly, as if he difdain'd the ground.

K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
Would he not ftumble? Would he not fall down,
(Since pride must have a fall,) and break the neck
Of that proud man, that did ufurp his back?
Forgiveness, horfe! why do I rail on thee,
Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,
Waft born to bear? I was not made a horse;
And yet I bear a burden like an ass,

Spur-gall'd, and tir'd, by jauncing Bolingbroke 2.
Enter Keeper, with a dish.

Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.
[to the groom.
K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.
Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart

fhall fay.

[Exit.

Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? K. Rich. Tafte of it first, as thou art wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; fir Pierce of Exton, who Lately came from the king, commands the contrary.

K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancafter, and thee! Patience is ftale, and I am weary of it. [beats the keeper. Keep. Help, help, help!

Enter EXTON, and Servants, armed.

K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude affault?

2 by jauncing Bolingbroke.] Jaunce and jaunt were fynonimous words. B. Jonfon ufes geances in his Tale of a Tub:

"I would I had a few more geances of it:
"And you fay the word, fend me to Jericho."

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STEEVENS.

Villain,

Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's inftrument. [Snatching a weapon, and killing one.

Go thou, and fill another room in hell.

[He kills another; then ExTON ftrikes him down.

That hand fhall burn in never-quenching fire,

That ftaggers thus my perfon. Thy fierce hand
Hath with the king's blood ftain'd the king's own land.
Mount, mount, my foul! thy feat is up on high;
Whilft my grofs flesh finks downward, here to die. [Dies.
Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood:
Both have I fpilt; O, would the deed were good!
For now the devil, that told me-I did well,
Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell.

This dead king to the living king I'll bear ;

Take hence the reft, and give them burial here. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

Windfor. A Room in the Caftle.

Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE, and YORK, with lords and attendants.

Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear, Is that the rebels have confum'd with fire

Our town of Cicester in Gloftershire;

But whether they be ta'en, or flain, we hear not.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.

Welcome, my lord: What is the news?

North. First to thy facred ftate with I all happiness.
The next news is, I have to London fent

The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent 3 :
The manner of their taking may appear

At large difcourfed in this paper here. [prefenting a paper.
Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;
And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.

Enter FITZWATER.

Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford fent to London

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of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent :] So the folio. The firft quarto reads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt and Kent. It appears from the hiftories of this reign that the reading of the folio is right. MALONE,

The

The heads of Brocas, and fir Bennet Seely;
Two of the dangerous conforted traitors,
That fought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.

Boling Thy pains, Fitzwater, fhall not be forgot ; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.

Enter PERCY, with the bishop of Carlisle. Percy. The grand confpirator, abbot of Westminster, With clog of conscience. and four melancholy, Hath yielded up his body to the grave;

But here is Carlisle living, to abide

Thy kingly doom, and fentence of his pride.
Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom:

Choose out fome fecret place, fome reverend room,
More than thou haft, and with it joy thy life;
So, as thou liv'ft in peace, die free from ftrife;
For though mine enemy thou haft ever been,
High fparks of honour in thee have I seen.

Enter EXTON, with attendants bearing a coffin.
Exton. Great king, within this coffin I prefent
Thy bury'd fear: herein all breathlefs lies

The mightiest of thy greateft enemies,

Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought.

Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou haft wrought

A deed of flander, with thy fatal hand,

Upon my head, and all this famous land.

Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed. Boling. They love not poifon that do poifon need, Nor do I thee; though I did with him dead,

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

The guilt of confcience take thou for thy labour,
But neither my good word, nor princely favour:
With Cain go wander through the fhade of night,
And never fhew thy head by day nor light.-
Lords, I proteft, my foul is full of woe,

That blood fhould fprinkle me, to make me grow :
Come, mourn with me for what I do lament,
And put on fullen black incontinent;

I'll make a voyage to the Holy land,
To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :-
March fadly after; grace my mournings here,
In weeping after this untimely bier.

[Exeunt.

4 This play is extracted from the Chronicle of Holinshed, in which many paffages may be found which Shakspeare has, with very little alteration, tranfplanted into his fcenes; particularly a fpeech of the bishop of Carlisle in defence of king Richard's unalienable right, and immunity from human jurisdiction.

Jonfon who, in his Catiline and Sejanus, has inferted many speeches from the Roman hiftorians, was perhaps induced to that practice by the example of Shakspeare, who had condefcended fometimes to copy more ignoble writers. But Shakspeare had more of his own than Jonfon, and, if he fometimes was willing to fpare his labour, fhewed by what he performed at other times, that his extracts were made by choice or idleness rather than neceffity.

This play is one of those which Shakspeare has apparently revised; but as fuccefs in works of invention is not always proportionate to labour, it is not finished at laft with the happy force of fome other of his tragedies, nor can be faid much to affect the paffions, or enlarge the understanding. JOHNSON.

The notion that Shakspeare revised this play, though it has long prevailed, appears to me extremely doubtful; or, to fpeak more plainly, I do not believe it. See further on this fubject in An Attempt to afcertain the order of his plays, Vol. I. MALONE.