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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.

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Fall

RRING forth these men.

Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
Thy Sun sets weeping in the lowly West,
Witnessing Storms to come, woe, and unreft.
Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes;
And crossly to thy Good all fortune goes. [Exit.
A C T III. SCE N E I.

Bolingbroke’s Camp at Bristol.
Enter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Ross,
Percy, Willoughby, with Bushy and Green,

Prisoners.
BOLIN G BROK E.

your deaths.

Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls
(Since presently your souls must part your bodies)
With too much urging your pernicious lives;
For 'twere no charity : yet to wash your blood
From off my hands, here, in the view of men,
I will unfold fome causes of
You have misled a Prince, a royal King,
A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappy'd, and disfigur'd clean.
You have, in manner, with your finful hours
Made a divorce betwixt his Queen and him;
Broke the Poffeffion of a royal Bed,
And stain'd the Beauty of a fair Queen's cheeks
With tears drawn from her eyes, with your

your foul wrongs.
Myself, a Prince, by fortune of my birth,
Near to the King in blood, and near in love,
Till you did make him mis-interpret me,
Have floopt my neck under your injuries;
And ligh’d my English breath in foreign clouds,

Eat

Eating the bitter bread of Banishment;
While you have fed upon my Signiories,
Dis-park'd my Parks, and felld my forest-woods,
* From mine own windows torn my houshold coat,
Raz'd out my Impress, leaving me no sign,
Save mens' opinions, and my living blood,
To shew the world I am a gentleman.
This, and much more, much more than twice all this,
Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd
T'execution, and the hand of death.

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;

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[To fight with Glendower and his Complices;]
A while to Work; and, a?ter, Holy-day. (Exeunt.

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* Changes to the coast of Wales.

Flourish : Drums and Trumpets.
Enter King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of Carlile,

and Soldiers.
K. Rich.
Ar kloughly-castle call you

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
To stand upon my Kingdom once again.
Dear Earth, I do falute thee with

my

hand,
Though Rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs:
As a long-parted mother with her child
Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting;
So weeping, smiling, greet I thee my Earth,
And do thee favour with my royal hands.
Feed not thy Sovereign's foe,' my gentle Earth,
Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense;
But let thy spiders that fuck up thy venom,
And heavy-gaited toads, lye in their way;
Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet,
Which with usurping steps do trample thee.

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;
And, when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
Guard it, I pr’ythee, with a lurking adder;
Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
Throw death upon thy Sovereign's enemies,
Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords;
This Earth shall have a Feeling, and these stones
Prove armed soldiers, ere her native King
Shall faulter under foul rebellious arms.
Bilbop. 'Fear not, my Lord; that Pow'r, that made

you King,
Hath pow'r to keep you King, in spight of all.
The means, that heaven yields, must be embrac'd
And not neglected; else, if heaven would,
And we would not heay'n's offer, we refuse
The proffer'd means of succour and redress.

Aum. He means, my lord ; that we are too remifs i
Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security,
Grows strong and great, in substance and in power.

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.

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