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Were then but subjects; being now a subject,
Boling. Yet ask.
K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. · Boling. Whither? K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your
fights. Boling. Go fome of you, convey him to the Tower. K. Rich. Oh, good! convey:-'conveyers are you
all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. [Exit.
Boling. 2 On Wednesday next we folemnly set down, Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves.
[Ex. all but Abbot, bishop of Carlisle, and Aumerle. Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld.
Carl. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn Shall feel this day * as sharp to them as thorn.
Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot.
Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the sacrament,
conveyers are ye all,] To convey is a term often used in an ill sense, and fo Richard understands it here. Pistol says of Stealing, convey the wise it call; and to convey is the word for flight of hand, which seems to be alluded to here. Ye are all, fays the deposed prince, jugglers, who rise with this nimble dexterity by the fall of a good king. JOHNSON.
2 On Wednesday next we folemnly set down
Oir coronation : lords, prepare yourselves.] The first 4to, 1598, reads,
- Let it be fo: and lo on Wednesday next
“ Lords, be ready all.” STEEVENS. * as Sharp as thorn.) This pathetic denunciation News that Shakespeare intended to impress his auditors with dislike of the deposal of Richard. JOHNSON.
3. To bury mine intent's, bit to effect
ACT V. SCENE 1.
A Street in London. - . Enter Queen and ladies.
QUEEN. T HIS way the king will come : this is the way 1 5 To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower ; To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke. 6 Here let us reft, if this rebellious earth Have any resting for her true king's queen.
Enter king Richard, and guards.
[To K. Rich.
3 To bury — To conceal, to keep secret. JOHNSON.
4 In the first edition there is no personal appearance of king Richard, so that all to the line at which he leaves the stage was inserted afterwards. JOHNSON.
s To Julius Cæfar's, &c.] The Tower of London is traditionally said to have been the work of Julius Cæfar. JOHNS.
• Here let us reft, if, &c.] Here refi, if any reft can barbour here, MILTON.
? O thou, the model where old Troy did fand;] The queen uses comparative terms absolutely. Inttead of saying, Thou who ap
Thou map of honour; thou king Richard's tomb, And not kig Richard ; thou most beauteous inn, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg’d in thee, When triumph is become an ale-house guest ?
K. Rich. 8 Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden. Learn, good soul,
To think our former state a happy dream; · From which awak'd, the truth of what we are Shews us but this. 9 I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim necessity; and he and I Will keep a league till death. Hye thee to France, And cloilter thee in some religious house : Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, Which our profane hours here have stricken down.
Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind Transform’d and weakened? Hath Bolingbroke Depos'd thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart? The lion, dying, thruiteth forth his paw,, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpower'd: and wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod, And fawn on rage with base humility, Which art a lion and a king of beasts ? K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed—if aught but
beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France : Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak'st,
Dearest as the ground on which the magnificence of Troy was once erected, me says,
Othou, the model, &c.
Ibcu map of honour. Thou picture of greatness. JOHNS. & Join not with grief,-) Do not thou unite with grief against me; do not, by thy additional forrows, enable grief to strike ine down at once. My own part of sorrow I can bear, but thy affliction will immediately destroy me. JOHNSON.
9- I am sworn brother,
To grim neceflity ;- ) I have reconciled myself to neccffity, I am in a State of amily with the constraint which I have sulained. JOHNSON,
As 201 As from my death-bed, my last living leave. In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire . . With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long ago betid: And, ére thou bid good night, 'to quit their grief, Tell thou the lamentable fall of me, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. 2 For why? the senseless brands will sympathize The heavy accent of thy moving tongue, And, in compassion, weep the fire out: And fome will mourn in alhes, some coal-black, For the deposing of a rightful king.
Enter Nortbumberland attended.
North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd: You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, madam, there is order ta’en for you, With all swift fpeed, you must away to France.
K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, The time shall not be many hours of age More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think, Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, It is too little, helping him to all; And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the way To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Being ne'er so little urg’d, another way To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. The love of wicked friends converts to fear; That fear to hate; and hate turns one, or both, To worthy danger, and deserved death.
I to quit their grief,] To retaliate their mournful stories.
JOHNSON. ? For why? ] The poet should have ended this speech with the foregoing line, and have spared his childish' prattle about the fire. JOHNSON,
North, North. My guilt be on my head, and there's an end. -Take leave and part ; for you inust part forthwith.
K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd? Bad men, ye violate A two-fold marriage ; 'twixt my crown and me; And then betwixt me and my married wife. Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me.
(To the queen. - And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.Part us, Northumberland. I, towards the north, Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; My queen to France; from whence, set forth in pomp, She came adorned hither like sweet May, Sent back like Hollowmas, or short'st of day.
Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part ?
K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one woe,
Queen. So longest way shall have the longest moans.
[They kiss. Queen. Give me mine own again; ?twere no good
4 Better far off, than near, be ne'er the near.) To be #ever the nigher, or, as it is commonly spoken in the mid-land counties, ne'er the ne-er, is, to make no advance towards the good dea fired. Johnson.