Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol loft their heads. Aum. Where is the Duke my Father, with his Power? K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man fpeak: Let's talk of Graves, of Worms, and Epitaphs, • Make duft our paper, and with rainy eyes. • Write forrow on the bofom of the earth! 'Let's chufe executors, and talk of wills; And yet not fo-for what can we bequeath, Save our depofed bodies to the ground? 'Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death; And that small model of the barren earth, • Which ferves as paste and cover to our bones. 'For heav'n's fake, let us fit upon the ground, And tell fad ftories of the death of Kings: 'How fome have been depos'd, fome flain in war: Some haunted by the Ghofts they difpoffefs'd: Some poifon'd by their wives, fome fleeping kill'd: All murther'd.For within the hollow Crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a King, 6 .i Keeps Death his Court; and there the Antick fits, Scoffing his State, and grinning at his Pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene 11/ To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; As if this flesh, which walls about our life,. 6 'Bores through his castle-walls, and farewel King! Cover your heads, and mock not filefh and blood :: • With folemn Rev'rence: throw away refpect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, ८ For you have but mistook me all this while : I live on bread like you, feel want like you. 5 And that fmall model of the barren earth] He ufes model here, as he frequently does elfew here, for part, portion, • Tafte • Tafte grief, need friends, like you: fubjected thus, • How can you fay to me, I am a King? Carl. My lord, wife men ne'er wail their prefent woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail: To fear the foe, fince fear oppreffeth ftrength, [I come K. Rich. Thou chid'ft me well: proud Bolingbroke, To change blows with thee, for our day of doom; This ague-fit of fear is over-blown ; An eafie task it is to win our own. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his Power? So may you, by my dull and heavy eye, K. Rich. Thou haft faid enough. Befhrew thee, Coufin, which didft lead me forth Of that fweet way I was in to Defpair. [To Aumerle. What fay you now? what comfort have we now? 6 And fo your follies &c.] This line is added from the first Edition. Mr. Pope. Go to Flint-castle, there I'll pine away: To alter this, for counfel is but vain. K. Rich. He does me double wrong, [Exeunt. Enter with drum and colours, Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, and Attendants. Boling. that by this intelligence we learn, The Welshmen are difpers'd; and Salisbury. Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed With fome few private friends upon this Coast. North. The news is very fair and good, my lord, Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. York. It would befeem the lord Northumberland, To fay, King Richard. Ah, the heavy day, When fuch a facred King fhould hide his head! North. Your Grace miftakes me; only to be brief, Left I his Title out. York. The time hath been, Would you have been fo brief with him, he would 7 To ear the land,] ear or are, from are, to plow. Mr. Pope. Left I Left you mistake, the heav'ns are o'er your head. Welcome, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? Boling. Royally? why, it contains no King? It doth contain a King: King Richard lies [To North. Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle, Doth kifs King Richard's hand, and fends allegiance. Go fignifie as much, while here we march Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum, Our fair appointments may be well perus'd. Of fire and water, when their thund'ring Shock, The rage be his, while on the earth I rain. Parle without, and answer within; then a flourish. Enter, on the walls, King Richard, the Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop and Salisbury, "York. See! fee! King Richard doth himself appear, "As doth the blufhing difcontented Sun, "From out the fiery portal of the Eaft, "When he perceives, the envious clouds are bent "To dim his Glory; and to ftain the tract "Of his bright Paffage to the Occident.. Yet looks he like a King: behold his eye, As bright as is the Eagle's, lightens forth. Controlling Majefty! alack, for woe, That any harm fhould ftain fo fair a fhow! [ftood K. Rich. We are amaz'd, and thus long have we To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, [To North. Because we thought our felf thy lawful King; And, if we be, how dare thy joints forget To pay their awful duty to our prefence ? If we be not, fhew us the hand of God," 8. See! fee! King Richard doth himself appear,] The following fix lines are abfurdly given to Bolingbroke, who is made to condemn his own conduct and difculp the King's. It is plain these fix and the four following all belong to York. Can |