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Would you

Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land,

YORK. It would beseem the lord Northumberland My stooping duty tenderly shall show.
To say, King Richard. Alack the heavy day, Go, signify as much ; while here we march
When such a sacred king should hide his head ! Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.

North. Your grace mistakes; only to be brief, [Nortu, advances to the castle with a trumpt. Left I his title out.

Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, York. The time hath been,

That from the * castle's totter'do battlements have been so brief with him, he would Our fair appointments may be well perus'd. Have been so brief with you,* to shorten you, Methinks, King Richard and myself should meet For taking so the head, your

whole head's length. With no less terror than the elements Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you Of fire and water, when their thund’ring shock * should.

At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. York. Take not, good cousin, further than you Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: should,

The

rage be his, while on the earth I rain Lest you mis-take. The heavens are o'er our My waters ; on the earth, and not on him. heads. +

March on, and mark King Richard how he looks. Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not myself Against their will.—But who comes here? A parle sounded; answered by another trumpet

within. Flourish, Enter on the walls, Enter PERCY.

King RICHARD, the BISHOP OF CARLISLE, Welcome, Harry: what, will not this castle yield ?

AUMERLE, SCROOP, and SALISBURY. PERCY. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, Boling. See, see, King Richard doth himself Against thy entrance.

appear, BOLING. Royally?

As doth the blushing discontented sun, Why, it contains no king ?

From out the fiery portal of the east, PERCY.

Yes, my good lord, When he perceives the envious clouds are bent It doth contain a king; King Richard lies To dim his glory, and to stain the track † Within the limits of yon lime and stone:

Of his bright passage to the occident. And with him areš the lord Aumerle, lord York. Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye, Salisbury,

As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth Sir Stephen Scroop ; besides a clergyman

Controlling majesty; alack, alack, for woe, Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.

That any harm should stain so fair a show! North. Oh! belike it is the bishop of Carlisle. K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long hare BOLING. Noble lord,

To North Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle :

To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle

TO NORTII. Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.

Because we thought ourself thy lawful king : Henry Bolingbroke

And if we be, how dare thy joints forget On both his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand; To

pay

their awful duty to our presence ? And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, If we be not, show us the hand of God To his most $ royal person : hither come

That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship ; Even at his feet to lay my arms and power ; For well we know, no hand of blood and bone Provided that, my banishment repeald,

Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,
And lands restor'd again, be freely granted : Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
If not, I'll use the advantage of my power, And though you think that all, as you have done,
And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, Have torn their souls, by turning them from us,
Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: And we are barren, and bereft of friends ;
The which, how far off from the mind of Boling- Yet know,—my master, God omnipotent,
broke

Is mustering in his clouds, on our behalf,
It is such crimson tempest should bedrench Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike

we stood

(*) First folio, this.

(+) First folio, fract.

(*) The quarto omits, with you. (+) First folio, your head. (1) First folio omits, are.

($) First folio omits, most. a Noble lord,-) Malone has remarked, with judgment, that Shakespeare frequently in his addresses to persons, begins with an hemistich, and, in many instances, blends short prosaic sentences with his metrical dialogues.

b On both his knees-) So the quarto. The folio reads, Upon his knees.

c Totter'd batllements--) Totter'd is the reading of the tra earliest quartos, and may be used for tottering, the passive for the active participle. The other ancient copies have taitered and tatter'd.

d Their thund'ring shock-) So the first quarto, 1597. The folio, and the other quarto copies, read, smoake.

SO

let it go :

Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,

Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle That lift your vassal hands against my head,

words, And threat the glory of my precious crown. Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful Tell Bolingbroke, (for yond’, methinks, he stands, *)

swords. That every stride he makes upon my land

K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this Is dangerous treason. He is come to ope

tongue of mine, The purple testamenta of bleeding war ;

That laid the sentence of dread banishment But ere the crown he looks for, live in peace, On yon proud man, should take it off again Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons With words of sooth! O, that I were as great Shall ill become the flower of England's face, As is my grief, or lesser than my name ! Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace Or that I could forget what I have been ! To scarlet indignation, and bedew

Or not remember what I must be now! Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. Swell'st thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord

to beat, the king

Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. Should with civil and uncivil arms

Aum. Northumberland comes back from BolingBe rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin,

broke. Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must And by the honourable tomb he swears,

he submit?
That stands upon your royal grandsire's bones ; The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd ?
And by the royalties of both your bloods,

The king shall be contented. Must he lose
Currents that spring from one most gracious head; The name of king ? o'God's name,
And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt, I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,
And by the worth and honour of himself,

My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage,
Comprising all that may be sworn or said, --- My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown,
His coming hither hath no further scope,

My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood, Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg

My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff, Enfranchisement immediate on his knees;

My subjects, for a pair of carved saints, Which on thy royal party granted once,

And my large kingdom, for a little grave, His glittering arms he will commend to rust, A little, little, grave, an obscure grave :His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart,

Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, To faithful service of your majesty.

Some

way of common trade, where subjects' feet This swears he, as he is a prince, is just ;

May hourly trample on their sovereign’s head : And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.

For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live ; K. Rich. Northumberland, say thus,—the king And, buried once, why not upon my head ? returns,

Aumerle, thou weep’st; my tender-hearted cousin! His noble cousin is right welcome hither;

We'll make foul weather with despised tears ; And all the number of his fair demands

Our sighs, and they, shall lodged the summer corn, Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction : And make a dearth in this revolting land. With all the gracious utterance thou hast,

Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.- And make some pretty match with shedding tears ? We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not,

As thus ; -To drop them still upon one place,

[To AUMERLE. Till they have fretted us a pair of graves To look so poorly, and to speak so fair ?

Within the earth; and, therein laid, -There lies Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Two kinsmen, diggd their graves with weeping Defiance to the traitor, and so die ?

eyes ?

(*) First folio, is. a The purple testament of bleeding war;) Steevens believed that testament is here used in its legal sense, but Mr. Whiter, in his ingenious “Specimen of a Commentary on Shakspeare," quotes a parallel passage from the first part of the old play "Jeronimo,"

“Then I unclasp the purple leares of war;" and remarks, “Whatever be the direct meaning of the words in question, I am persuaded that the idea of a book with a purple covering suggested this combination to the mind of our poet."

b With words of sooth!) Sooth, from the Anglo Saxon sólh, primarily meant truth, as in soothsayer=truth-teller ; in this place it signifies sweetness, or softness, as in the verb to soothe.

Some way of common trade,-) That is, a place of common resort, as we now talk of,

A road of frequent traffic." Thus in Lord Surrey's Translation of the Second Book of the Æneid :

“ A postern with a blind wicket there was,

A common trade, to pass through Priam's house."
d Shall lodge the summer corn,-) Corn beaten down by rain or
wind in modern language is said to be lay'd. Formerly lodg'd
had the same import. So, in “ Macbeth," Act IV. Sc. 1:

“Though bladed corn be lodg'd."
And again, in “ Henry VI." Part II. Act III. Sc. 2:-
“Like to the summer corn by tempest lodg'd."

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Would not this ill, do well ?— Well, well, I see For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should I talk but idly, and you mock at me.

sing.

[Exeunt from above. Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland, Boling. What says his majesty ? What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty NORTH.

Sorrow, and grief of heart, Give Richard leave to live till Richard die ? Makes him speak fondly, like a frantic man: You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says—ay. Yet he is come. NORTH. My lord, in the base" court he doth attend

Enter KING RICHARD, and his Attendants, below. To speak with you; may it please you to come BOLING.

Stand all apart, down

And show fair duty to his majesty.K. Rich. Down? down, I come ; like glistering My gracious lord, —

[Kneeling. Phaeton,

K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

knee, [NORTH, retires to BOLING. To make the base earth proud with kissing it: In the base court ? Base court, where kings grow Me rather had my heart might feel your love, base,

Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy. To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, In the base court ? Come down ? Down court! Thus high at least, (touching his own head] down king!

although your knee be low.

b Wanting the manage—] i.e. Not possessing the control.

a In the base court-) Base court is simply lower court, from the French, basse cour.

OWN.

BOLING. My gracious lord, I come but for mine Qurey. And I could sing, would weeping do

me good,
K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, And never borrow any tear of thee.
and all.

[lord, But stay, here come the gardeners :
BOLING. So far be mine, my most redoubted Let’s step into the shadow of these trees.-
As my true service shall deserve your love.
K. Rich. Well you deserve:*—They well Enter a Gardener and two Servants.

deserve to have,
That know the strong'st and surest way to get.

My wretchedness unto a row of pins, Uncle, give me your hand : nay, dry your eyes ;

They'll talk of state : for every one doth so Tears show their love, but want their remedies.

Against a change : woe is forerun with woe. Cousin, I am too young to be

[QUEEN and Ladies retire. father,

your Though you are old enough to be my heir.

GARD. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apricocks, What you will have, I'll give, and willing too;

Which, like unruly children, make their sire For do we must, what force will have us do.- Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Set on towards London :—Cousin, is it so ?

Give some supportance to the bending twigs. BOLING. Yea, my good lord.

Go thou, and, like an executioner,
K. Rich.
Then I must not say, no.(3)

Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays, [Flourish. Exeunt. That look too lofty in our commonwealth :

All must be even in our government.

You thus employ'd, I will go root away SCENE IV.-Langley. The Duke of York's The noisome weeds, that without profit suck Garden.

The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.

1 Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a Enter the QUEEN and two Ladies.

pale, QUEEN. What sport shall we devise here in this Keep law, and form, and due proportion, garden,

Showing, as in a model, our firm estate ? To drive away the heavy thought of care? When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,

1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. [of rubs, Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up,

QUEEN. 'Twill make me think the world is full Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, And that my fortune runs against the bias.

Her knotse disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs 1 LADY. Madam, we'll dance.

Swarming with caterpillars ? QUEEN. My legs can keep no measure in delight, GARD.

Hold thy, peace : When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring Therefore, no dancing, girl ; some other sport.

Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: 1 Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.

The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did QUEEN. Of joy or grief?

shelter, 1 LADY. Of either, madam.

That seem'd, in eating him, to hold him up, QUEEN.

Of neither, girl : Are pluck’d* up, root and all, by Bolingbroke ; For if of joy, being altogether wanting,

I mean the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. It doth remember me the more of sorrow;

1 Serv. What, are they dead ? Or if of grief, being altogether had,

GARD,

They are ; and Bolingbroke It adds more sorrow to my want of joy:

Hath + seiz'd the wasteful king.--Oh! what pity For what I have, I need not to repeat ; And what I want, it boots not to complain. That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, 1 LADY. Madam, I'll sing.

As we this garden! Wed at time of year QUEEN. 'Tis well that thou hast cause; Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees ; But thou shouldst please me better wouldst thou Lest, being over-proud in $ sap and blood, weep

(good.

With too much riches it confound itself: 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do you Had he done so to great and growing men,

is it,

(*) First folio, pull'd.
(1) First folio, Ard.

(t) First folio, Hast.
($) First folio, with.

(*) First folio, deseru'd. 1 Of joy or grief ?) All the old copies read, "Of sorrow or of grief.” The text adopted here is the amendment of Capell.

b And I could sing, would weeping do me good,-) The reading of all the old copies; but which Pope, perhaps without necessity, altered to “I could weep," &c. The meaning appears to be this: - Were my griefs of so light a nature that weeping would remedy them, I could sing for joy, and would never ask any one to shed a tear for me. It may be worth considering, however, whether the poet did not write,

“And I could sing, would singing do me good.” c Her knots disorder'd,-) Knots, as we have before explained (see note (a) p. 55), were the intricate figures into which the beds of a garden were formed in old fashioned horticulture.

d We at time of year -] We, wanting in the old copies, was supplied by Capell.

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They might have livd to bear, and he to taste,
The fruits of duty. Superfluous branches
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live :
Had he done so, himself had borne the crown,
Which waste of* idle hours hath quite thrown
down,

[be depos'd ? 1 Serv. What, think you then, † the king shall

GARD. Depress'd he is already; and depos’d, 'Tis doubt ț he will be. Letters came last night To a dear friend of the good & duke of York's, That tell black tidings. QUEEN. O, I am press’d to death through want

of speaking ! Thou, old Adam's likeness, [Coming forward] set

to dress this garden, How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this

unpleasing news ? What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say, King Richard is depos’d? Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth, Divine his downfall? Say where, when, and how Cam'st thou by these || ill-tidings ? speak, thou

wretch. GARD. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I To breathe this news: yet what I say is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold

Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weighd:
In your lord's scale, is nothing but himself,
And some few vanities that make him light;
But in the balance of great Bolingbroke,
Besides himself, are all the English peers,
And with that odds he weighs King Richard down.
Post you to London, and you'll find it so :
I speak no more than every one doth know. [foot,

QUEEN. Nimble mischance, that art so light of
Doth not thy embassage belong to me,
And am I last that knows it? O, thou think'st
To serve me last, that I may longest keep
Thy sorrow in my breast. Come, ladies, go,
To meet, at London, London's king in woe.
What ! was I born to this ! that my sad look
Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke ?
Gardener, for telling me this news of woe,
Pray God* the plants thou graft’st, may never grow.

[Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Gard. Poor queen ! so that thy state might be

no worse,
I would my skill were subject to thy curse.—
Here did she fallt a tear; here, in this place,
I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace:
Rué, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,
In the remembrance of a weeping queen.

[Exeunt.

(*) First folio, and.

(+) First folio omits, then. (1) First folio, doubled. (9) First folio omits, good. (11) First folio, this.

(T) First folio, these. A This news–] Here, as in the instance above, the folio has

(*) First folio, I would.

(t) First folio, drop. " these news.” News appears to have been used by our ancestors either as singular or plural, indifferently.

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