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: .. bre Enter Salisbury, and a Captain. * .!!!
Y lord of Salisbury, we have staid ten days,
And hardly kept our Countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the King; Therefore we will disperse ourselves. Farewel
. Salis. Stay, yet another day, thou trusty Welshman: The King reposeth all his trust in theę. Cap: 'Tis thought, the King is dead: we will not
stay. The Bay-trees in our Country all are wither'd, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heav'n; The pale-fac'd mooni looks bloody on the earth; And lean-look'd Prophets Whisper fearful Change. Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap; The one; in fear to lose what they enjoy ; Th other, in hope t'enjoy by rage and war. These signs forerun the death of Kings Farewel; our countrymen are gone and fled, As well assurd, Richard their King is dead. [Exit.
Salis. Ah, Richard, ah! with eyes of heavy mind, I see thy Glory; like a shooting Star,
a Here is a scene founartfully and thought. The play was not; in irregularly thrust into an impto- Shakespeare's time, broken into per place, that I cannot but fufpect acts, the two editions published it accidentally transpofed; which, before his death exhibit only a when the scenes were written sequence of scenes from the beon single pages, might easily hap- ginning to the end, without any pen, in the wildness of Shake- hint of a pause of action. In a speare's drama. This dialogue drama fo defultory and erratick, ivas; in the authour's draught, left in such a state, transpofitions probably the second scene of the might easily be made.
* The bay-trees, &c.] This advise the reader to insert it, enumeration of prodigies is in though I have not ventured on fo the highest degree poetical and bold a change. My conje&ture striking: is not fo prelumptuous as may be VOL. IV.
RRING forth these men.
Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
Bolingbroke’s Camp at Bristol.
Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls
your foul wrongs.
Eating the bitter bread of Banishment;
Busby. More welcome is the stroke of death to me, Than Bolingbroke to England. --- Lords, farewel. Green. My comfort is, that heav'n will take our
souls, And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them dispatch’d. Uncle, you say the Queen is at your house; For heav’n’s fake, fairly let her be intreated ; Tell her, I send to her my kind Commends; Take special care, my Greetings be deliver'd.
York. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. Boling. * Thanks, gentle Uncle.-Come, my lords, away,
[Το 3 From mine orun windows fion of all the old Copies, I have
torn my houshold coat.] It great Suspicion of its being an was the practice, when coloured Interpolation; and have there. glass was in use, of which there fore ventur'd to throw it out. are still some remains in old seatz The first and third Line rhime to and churches, to anneal the arms each other ; nor, do I imagine, of the family in the windows of this was casual, but intended by the house.
the Poet. Were we to acknow. + Thanks, gentle Uncle; Come, ledge the Line genuine, it must my Lords, away,
argue the Poet of Forgetfulnets To fight with Glendower and and Inattention to History. Bohis Complices,
lingbroke is, as it were, yet but A while to work, and after jult arrived; he is now at Bristol;
Holyday.] Tho' the inter- weak in his Numbers ; has had mediate Line has taken Poffer. no Meeting with a Parliament;
[To fight with Glendower and his Complices;]
S CE N E II.
Flourish : Drums and Trumpets.
this at hand ? Aun. Yea, my good lord; how brooks
your Grace the air, After ġour tossing on the breaking Seas ?
K. Rich. Needs must I like it well. I weep for joy
nor is so far asfur'd of the Suc-macy of Wales, and imprison'd cellion, as to think of going to Mortimer; yet it was not 'till the fupprefs Insurrections before he succeeding Year, that the King is planted in the Throne. Be- employed any force against him. fides, we find, the Opposition of
THEOBALD. Glendower begins the First Part This emendation, which I of K. Henri IV; and Mortimer's think is jutt, has been followed Defeat by that hardy Welshman by Sir T. Horm?", but is neglectis the Tidings of the first Scenced by Dr. Hurburton. of that Play. Again, tho'Glen * Here may be properly indower, in the very first Year offerted the last scene of the fe. K. Henry IV. began to be troue cond act. blesome, put in for the Supre- .
Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies;
Aum. He means, my lord ; that we are too remifs i
K. Rich. Discomfortable Cousin, know'st thou not, That when the searching eye of heav'n is hid * Behind the globe, that lights the lower world; Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen, In murders, and in outrage bloody, here. But when from under this terrestrial ball He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, And darts his light through ev'ry guilty hole, Then murders, treasons, and detested fins, The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves. So when this thief, this traitor Bolingbroke,
Fear not, my Lord.] Of suitable to the personage. this fpeech the four last lines were,
Behind the globe, &c.] I restored from the first edition by should read, Mr. Pope. They were, I fup -the searching eye of heav'n pose, omitted by the players on. is hid ly ta forten the scenes, for they Behind the globe, and lights the are worthy of the authour and lorver world.