Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee, When triumph is become an alehouse guest? K. RICH. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden learn, good soul, Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, Transform'd and weakened? The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,. K. RICH. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught I had been still a happy king of men. Think I am dead; and that even here thou tak'st, And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended. NORTH. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd; You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.(1) (*) First folio, fall. Sworn brother,-] Sworn brother came originally from the fratres jurati, military adventurers who bound themselves by mutual obligation to share each others' fortunes. When William the Conqueror invaded England, Robert de Oily and Roger de Ivery were fratres jurati, and the former gave one of the honours he received to his sworn brother, Roger. K. RICH. Northumberland, thou ladder, where- The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, He shall think, that thou, which knowest the way NORTH. My guilt be on my head, and there an Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith. K. RICH. Doubly divore'd? - Bad men, ye violate A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me; She came adorned hither like sweet May, QUEEN. And must we be divided? must we K. RICH. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. QUEEN. Banish us both, and send the king with me. NORTH. That were some love, but little policy. QUEEN. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. K. RICH. So two, together weeping, make one woe. Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; moans. K. RICH. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. (*) First folio, queen. b Near be, ne'er the near.] That is, be near, but never the nigher. A proverbial saying implying, to come near the object, yet never achieve it. Thus, in Ben Jonson's Epilogue to "The Tale of a Tub: " "Wherein the poet's fortune is, I fear, Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head. YORK. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, You would have thought the very windows spake, DUCH. Alack,* poor Richard! where rodet he the whilst ? YORK. As in a theatre," the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious :Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes (*) First folio, Alas. : (†) First folio, rides. a As in a theatre,-] "The painting of this description is so lively, and the words so moving, that I have scarce read anything comparable to it in any other language."-DRYDEN. b Aumerle that was;] We learn from Holinshed that the dukes of Aumerle, Surrey, and Exeter, were deprived of their Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home, But heaven hath a hand in these events; To whose high will we bound our calm contents.(3) But that is lost, for being Richard's friend, Enter AUMERLE. DUCH. Welcome, my son. now, b Who are the violets That strew the green lap of the new-come spring? AUм. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not; God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. YORK. Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest AUM. For aught I know, my lord, they do. Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. YORK. No matter then who sees it: I will be satisfied,-let me see the writing. Which for some reasons I would not have seen. see. What should you fear? 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into dukedoms by an act of Henry's first parliament, but were allowed to retain the earldoms of Rutland, Kent, and Huntingdon. What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom?] The seals on deeds were in old time not impressed on the documents themselves, but appended to them by labels or slips of parchment. See note (c), p. 200. Re-enter Servant, with boots. Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.- A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament, DUCH. He shall be none; We'll keep him here: then what is that to him? YORK. Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son, I would appeach him. DUCH. Hadst thou groan'd for him, As I have done, thou'dst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect That I have been disloyal to thy bed, And that he is a bastard, not thy son. Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: YORK. Make way, unruly woman! [Exit. horse; Spur, post, and get before him to the king, SCENE III.-Windsor. A Room in the Castle. Enter BOLINGBROKE, as King; PERCY, and other Lords. BOLING. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son ?(4) 'Tis full three months since I did see him last: If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. * I would to God, my lords, he might be found : Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, PERCY. My lord, some two days since I saw the prince, And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford. BOLING. And what said the gallant? PERCY. His answer was, he would unto the stews, And from the commonest creature pluck a glove, I see some sparkles of a better hope, |