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Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender. So we shall proceed Without suspicion. York. I will be his conduct.
[Exit. Boling. Lords, you that here are under our arrest, Procure your fureties for your days of answer :Little are we beholden to your love, And little look”d for at your helping hands.
Enter king Richard and York.
K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king,
Before I have shook off the regal thoughts
Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd
To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.
Give sorrow leave a-while to tutor me
To this submission. Yet I well remember
3 The favours of these men : were they not mine?
Did they not sometime cry, All hail! to me?
So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,
Found truth in all, but one ; I, in twelve thousand,
God save the king !_Will no man fay, Amen?
Am I both priest and clerk ? well then, Amen.
God save the king! although I be not he;
And yet, Amen, if heaven do think him me. .
To do what service am I sent for hither ?
York. To do that office of thine own good will,
Which tired majesty did make thee offer,.
The resignation of thy state and crown
To Henry Bolingbroke.
K. Rich. Give me the crown :-here, cousin, seize
the crown; Here, cousin, on this side, my hand; on that side,
thine. Now is this golden crown like a deep well, That owes two buckets, filling one another;
3 The favours, &c.] The countenances; the features. Jounsa Vol. V.
4 The emptier ever dancing in the air,
· The other down, unseen, and full of water :
That bucket down, and full of tears, am I,
Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign.
K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs arc
You may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs ; ftill am I king of those.
Boling. Part of your cares you give me with your
crown. K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my cares
down. 5 My care, is loss of care, by old care done; Your care, is gain of care, by new care won. The cares I give, I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown?
K. Rich. Ay, no;- no, ay ;--for I must nothing be; Therefore no, no, for I resign to thee. Now, mark me how I will undo myself: I give this heavy weight from off my head, And this unwieldy scepter from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart ; With mine own tears I wash away 6 my balm ; With mine own hands I give away my crown; With mine own tongue deny my sacred state ; With mine own breath release all duteous oaths :
4 The emptier ever dancing-] This is a comparison not easily accommodated to the subject, nor very naturally introduced. The beft part is this line, in which he makes the usurper the empty bucket. JOHNSON
5 My care, is lots of care, by old care done ;] Shakespeare often obscures his meaning by playing with sounds. Richard seems to say here, that his cares are not made less by the increase of Bolingbroke's cares ; for this reason, that his care is the lo/s of care, his griet is, that his regal cares are at an end, by the celjation of the care to which he had been accustomed. JOHNSON.
O my balm ] The oil of consecration. He has mentioned it betcre. JOHNSON.
All pomp and majesty I do forswear ;
My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;
My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny:
God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee!
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd !
And thou with all pleas'd, that haít all atchiev'd!
Long may'ít thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
And scon lie Richard in an earthy pit!
God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says,
And send him many years of fun-fhine days!
What more remains ?
North. No more, but that you read
These accusations, and these grievous crimes,
Committed by your person, and your followers,
Against the state and profit of this land;
That, by confessing them, the souls of men
May deem that you are worthily depos’d.
K. Rich. Muit I do fo ? and must I ravel out
My weav'd-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland,
If thy offences were upon record,
Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop,
To read a lecture of them ? 7 If thou would'st,
There should'It thou find one heinous article,
Containing the deposing of a king,
And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,
Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven..?
Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me,
Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself
Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
Shewing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,
And water cannot wash away your sin.
North. My lord, dispatch ; read o'er these articles.
K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot fee; And yet falt-water blinds them not so much,
? If thou would'A,] That is, if thou would'It read over a list of thy own deeds. JOHNSON.
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But they can see 8 a sort of traitors here.
Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,
I find myself a traitor with the rest :
For I have given here my soul's consent,
To undeck the pompous body of a king ;
Make glory base; a sovereign, a Nave;
Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant.
North. My lord
K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught-insulting
Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title;
9 No, not that name was given me at the font,
But 'tis usurp’d.—Alack, the heavy day,
That I have worn so many winters out,
And know not now what name to call myself!
Oh, that I were a mockery-king of snow,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
To melt myself away in water-drops !
Good king-great king—and yet not greatly good,,
An if my word be sterling yet in England, (To Boling.
Let it command a mirror hither straight;
That it may shew me what a face I have,
Since it is bankrupt of his majesty.
Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking-glass.
North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth
K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me, ere I come to
hell. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland. North. The commons will not then be satisfy'd.
B - a fort -] A pack, a company. WARBURTON.
The last who used the word fort in this sense was, perhaps, Waller.
A fort of lufty faepherds firive. Johns. 9 No, not that name was given me at the font,] How that name which was given him at the font could be ufurped, I do not underland. Perhaps Shakespeare meant to shew that imagination, dwelling long on its own misfortunes, represents them as greater than than they really are. ANONYMOUS.
K. Rich. They shall be satisfy'd; I'll read enough,
When I do fee the very book, indeed,
Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.
Enter one, with a glass.
Give me that glass, and therein will I read.
-No deeper wrinkles yet? hath forrow struck
So many blows upon this face of mine,
And made no deeper wounds ? Oh, flattering glass, ,
Like to my followers in prosperity,
Thou dost beguile me! Was this face, the face
That every day under his houshold roof
Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face,
That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?
Is this the face, which fac'd so many follies,
That was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke?
A brittle glory shineth in this face:
[Dafbes the glass against the ground.
As brittle, as the glory, is the face;
For there it is, crack'd in an hundred shivers.-
Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport;
How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.
Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd
The shadow of your face.
K. Rich. Say that again.
The shadow of my forrow! Ha! let's see;
'Tis very true, my grief lies all within ;
And these external manners of laments
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,
That swells with silence in the tortur'd foul ;
There lies the substance : and I thank thee, king,
For thy great bounty, that not only giv'it
Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way
How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon;
And then be gone, and trouble you no more,
Shall I obtain it ?
Boling. Name it, fair cousin.
K. Rich. Fair co'lsin! I am greater than a king:
For when I was a king, my flatterers