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 ftables; and his heart
To faithful fervice of your Majefty.

This fwears he, as he is a Prince, is just;
And as I am a Gentleman, I credit him.

[turns:

K. Rich. Northumberland, fay-Thus the King reHis noble Cousin is right-welcome hither, 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, Coufin, do we not,
To look fo poorly, and to fpeak fo fair?
Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
Defiance to the traitor, and fo die?

[To Aum.

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

That laid the Sentence of dread Banifhment

On yond proud man, fhould take it off again
With words of Sooth; oh, that I were as great
As is my grief, or leffer than my name!
Or that I could forget what I have been,
Or not remember what I must be now!

Swell'ft thou, proud heart? I'll give thee fcope 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 he fubmit?

The King fhall do it. Muft he be depos'd?

With words of footh;] or foftnefs, a fignification yet reSooth is fweet as well as true. In tained in the verb to footh. this place footh means Sweetness

VOL. IV.

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The King fhall be contented: must he lose
The name of King? o' God's name, let it go.
I'll give my jewels for a fet of beads;
My gorgeous palace for a hermitage;
My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;
My figur'd goblets, for a difh of wood;
My fcepter, for a palmer's walking staff;
My fubjects, for a pair of carved faints;
And my large Kingdom, for a little Grave;
A little, little Grave;-an obfcure 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'ft; my tender hearted coufin!
We'll make foul weather with despised tears;
Our fighs, and they, fhall lodge the fummer corn,
And make a dearth in this revolting Land.
Or fhall we play the Wantons with our woes,
And make fome pretty match, with fhedding tears?
As thus, to drop them ftill upon one place,
Till they have fretted us a pair of Graves

Within the earth; and therein laid, there lies
Two kinfmen, digg'd their Graves with weeping eyes.
Would not this ill do well?Well, well, I fee

I talk but idly, and you mock at me.

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

North. My lord, in the bafe court he doth attend To speak with you, may't please you to come down. K. Rich. Down, down I come; like glift'ring Phaeton, Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

[North. retires to Bol. In the bafe court? bafe court, where Kings grow base, To come at traitors' Calls, and do them grace.

In the bafe court come down? down, court; down, King; For Night-owls fhriek, where mounting Larks fhould fing.

Boling. What fays his Majefty?

North. Sorrow, and grief of Heart,

Makes him fpeak fondly, like a franuck Man;

Yet is he come.

Boling. Stand all apart,

[Richard comes to thtm.

And fhew fair duty to his Majefty.

My gracious lord

[Kneels.

K, Rich. Fair coufin, you debase your princely knee, To make the bafe earth proud with kiffing it. Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, Than my unpleas'd eye fee your courtesie. Up, coufin, 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 moft redoubted lord, As my true fervice fhall deferve your love.

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K. Rich

K. Rich. Well you deferve.-They well deferve to
have,

That know the ftrong'ft and fureft way to get.
Uncle, give me your hand; nay, dry your eyes;
Tears fhew their love, but want their remedies.
Coufin, 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 muft, what force will have us do.
Set on towards London. Coufin, is it so?
Boling. Yea, my good lord.

K. Rich. Then I must not fay, no. [Flourish. Exeunt.

"Queen.

WHA

HAT fport fhall we devife 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 meafure in delight,
When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief.
Therefore no dancing, girl; fome 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 forrow;
Or if of grief, being altogether had,
It adds more forrow to my want of joy.

For what I have, I need not to repeat,

And what I want, it boots not to complain.
Lad. Madam, I'll fing.

Queen. 'Tis well, that thou haft caufe,

But thou fhould'st please me better, would'st thou weep.
Lady. I could weep, Madam, would it do you good.
Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me
good,

And never borrow any tear of thee.
But stay, here comes the Gardiners.
Let's ftep into the fhadow of these trees;
My Wretchednefs unto a row of pins,

Enter a Gardiner, and two Servants. They'll talk of State; for every one doth fo, * Against a Change; woe is fore-run with woe. [Queen and Ladies retire. Gard. Go, bind thou up yond dangling Apricots, Which, like unruly children, make their Sire

Stoop with oppreffion of their prodigal weight.

Against a Change; woe is fore-run with wOE.] But what was there, in the Gardiners' talking of State, for matter of fo much woe? Befides, this is intended for a Sentence, but proves a very fimple one. I fuppofe Shakespeare wrote,

woe is fore-run with MOCKS, which has fome meaning in it; and fignifies, that, when great Men are on the decline, their inferiors take advantage of their condition, and treat them without ceremony. And this we find to be the cafe in the following fcene. But the Editors were feeking for a rhime. Tho' had they not been fo impatient they would have found it gingled to what

followed, tho' it did not to what went before.

WARBURTON.

There is no need of any emendation. The poet, according to the common doctrine of progno ftication, fuppofes dejection to forerun calamity, and a kingdom to be filled with rumours of forrow when any great difafter is impending. The fenfe is that, publick evils are always prefignified by publick penfiveness, and plaintive converfation. The conceit of rhyming mocks with apricocks, which I hope Shakespeare knew better how to spell, shows that the commentator was refolved not to let his conjecture fall for want of any support that he could give it.