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Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' fons
Shall ill become the flow'r of England's face:
Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
To scarlet indignation ; and bedew
Her Pasture's grafs with faithful English blood.,

North. The King of heav'n forbid, our lord the King
Should so with civil and uncivil arms
Be rush'd upon! no, thy thrice-noble coufin,
Harry of Bolingbroke, doth kiss thy hand,
And by the honourable tomb he swears,
That stands upon your royal grandfire's bones,
And by the Royalties of both your bloods,
Currents, that spring from one most gracious head
And by the bury'd hand of warlike Gaunt',
And by the worth and honour of himself,
Comprising all that may be sworn, or faid,
His Coming hithier hath no farther scope;

the Poet say,That bloody Crowns whộ did not apprehend the figure,
should disfigure the Flow'rs that alters the line thus;
spring on the Ground, and be is Shall misbecome the Aow'rý
dew the Grass with blood ? Surely

England's face."
the two Images are too fimilar. Which means I know not
I have suspected,

what.

WAR BURTON. Shall ill become the Floor of Eng Dr. Warburton has inserted land's Face;

light in peace in the text of his i. e. Shall make a difmal Spec- own edition, but live 'in peace is tacle on the Surface of the King- more suitable to Richard's intendom's Earth. THEOBALD. tion, which is to tell him that Shall ill become the flow's of though he should get the crown

England's face ;] By the by rebellion, it will be long before flow'r of England's face, is meant it will live in peace, be fo settled as the choicest youths of England, to be firmi; The flow'r of Engwho shall be slaughter'd in this land's face, is very happily exquarrel, or have bloddy crowns. plained, and any alteration is The flower of England's face, to therefore needlers. design her choiceft Youth, is a And by the bury'd band of fine and noble expression. Pe warlike Gaunt] It should ricles, by a similar thought, faid be read just the other way, that the destruction of the Athe * And by the warlike hand of bunian youth was a fatality like ry'd Gaunt.

WARBURT. cutting off the Spting from the I fec no grear difference. Year. Yęt the Oxford Editors

Then

Than for his lineal Royalties, and to beg
Infranchisement immediate on his knees;
Which on thy royal party granted once,
His glitt'ring arms he will commend to rust;
His barbed steeds to stables; and his heart
To faithful service of your Majesty.
This swears hė, as he is a Prince, is just;
And as I am a Gentleman, I credit him.

K. Rich. Northumberland, fay—Thus the King re-
His noble Cousin is right-welcome hither, (turns :
And all the number of his fair demands
Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction.
With all the gracious utterance thou hast,
Speak to his gentle Hearing kind Commends.

Exit North. We do debase ourself, Cousin, do we not, [To Aum. To look so poorly, and to speak fo fair ? Shall we call back Northumberland, and fend Defiance to the traitor, and so die?

Aum. No, good my lord, let's fight with gentle words, Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords. K. Rich. Oh God, oh God! that e'er this tongue of

mine, That laid the Sentence of dread Banishment On yond proud man, should take it off again With words of Sooth ? ; oh, that I were as great As is my grief, or lesser than my name! Or that I could forget what I have been, Or not remember what I must be now! Swell’lt thou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.

Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. K. Rich. What must the King do now? must be

submit? The King shall do it. Must he be depos’d?

• With words of footh;] or softness, a signification yet reSooth is sweet as well as true. In tained in the verb to fosth. this place footh means sweetness Vol. IV.

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The King shall be contented: must he lose
The name of King ? o'God's naine, let it go.
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads; -
My gorgeous palace for a hermitage ;
My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;
My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;
My scepter, for a palmer's walking staff;
My subjects, for a pair of carved saints ;
And my large Kingdom, for a little Grave;
A little, little Grave;-an obscure Grave;
Or I'll be bury'd in the King's high way
Some way of common Trade, where Subjects' feet
May hourly trample on their Sovereign's head † ;
For on my heart they tread now, whilst I live;
And, bury'd once, why not upon my head?-
Aumerle, thou weep'st; my tender hearted cousin !
We'll make foul weather with despised tears;
Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn,
And make a dearth in this revolting Land.
Or shall we play the Wantons with our woes,
And make some pretty match, with shedding tears?
As thus, to drop them still upon one place,
Till they have fretted us a pair of Graves

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3 Or I'll be buried in the King's Image with the same Word. high-way;

THEOBALD. Some Way of common Trade,-] Dr. Warburton has put tread As specious as this Reading ap. in his own text, but trade will pears, - Mr. Warburton. Mr. Bi. ferve very well in the sense either prop, and I, all concurr'd in suf- of commerce or cuftom. pecting it, and in the Amend.

on their sovereign's head:) ment which now possesses the Shakespeare is very apt to deviate Text;

from the pathetick to the ridiculSome way of common Tread, Had the speech of Richard 1.e. a high Road. He subjoins ended at this line it had exhibitimmediately,

ed the natural language of subFor on my heart they tread now, miffive misery, conforming its in- , while I live ;

tention to the present, fortune, And we know how much it is and calmly ending its purposes Shakespeare's way to diversify the in death.

ous.

Within the earth ; and therein laid, there lies
Two kinsmen, digg’d their Graves with weeping eyes.
Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I fee
I talk but idiy, and you mock at me.

[North. advances
Most mighty Prince, my lord Northumberland,
What says King Boling broke? will his Majesty
Give Richard leave to live, till Richard die?
You make a leg, and Boling broke says, ay.

North. My lord, in the base court he doth attend
To speak with you, may't please you to come down.

K. Rich. Down, down I come; like glist'ring Phaëton,
Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

[North, retires to Bol.
In the base court? base court, where Kings grow base,
To come at traitors' Calls, and do them grace.
In the base court come down? down, court; down, King;
For Night-owls fhriek, where mounting Larks should

sing.
Boling. What says his Majesty ?

North. Sorrow, and grief of Heart,
Makes him speak fondly, like a frantick Man;

[Richard comes to thons. Yet is he come.

Boling. Stand all apart,
And thew fair duty to his Majesty.
My gracious lord-

[Kneels. K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, To make the base earth proud with kisling it.

Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, ** Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesie.

Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know,
Thus high at least, although your knee be low.

[Touching his own head.
Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.
K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all.

Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord,
As my true service shall deserve your love." ,

K. Rich

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K. Rich. Well you deserve.- They well deserve to

have,
That know the strong'st and furest way to get.
Uncle, give me your hand; nay, dry your eyes;
Tears thew their love, but want their remedies.
Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
Though you are old enough to be my heir.
What

you will have, I'll give, and willing too;
For do we must, what force will have us do.
Set on towards London. Cousin, is it so?

Boling. Yea, my good lord.
K. Rich. Then I must not say, no. (Flourish. Exeunt.

WHAT

Queen. THAT sport shall we devise here in this

garden,
To drive away the heavy thought of care?

Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.
Queen. 'Twill make me think, the world is full of

rubs,
And that my fortune runs against the bias.

Lady. Madam, we'll dance.
Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight,
When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief.
Therefore no dancing, girl; some other sport.

Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.
Queen. Of forrow, or of joy?
Lady. Of either, Madam.

Queen. Of neither, girl.
For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of sorrow;
Or if of grief, being altogether had,
It adds more sorrow to my want of joy.

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