Depose him in the juftice of his Cause. Mar. What is thy name, and wherefore com'ft thou hither, Before King Richard, in his royal Lifts? [To Boling. Against whom comeft thou? and what's thy Quarrel? Speak like a true Knight, fo defend thee heav'n! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Am I, who ready here do ftand in arms, To prove, by heav'n's grace and my body's valour, Mar. On pain of death, no perfon be fo bold, Boling. Lord Marshal, let me kifs my Sovereign's And bow my knee before his Majefty: Mar. Th' Appellant in all duty greets your High nefs, [To K. Rich. And craves to kifs your hand, and take his leave. K. Rich. We will defcend and fold him in our arms. Coufin of Hereford, as thy Caufe is right, So be thy Fortune in this royal fight! Farewel, my Blood; which if to-day thou fhed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's fpear. As confident, as is the Faulcon's flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. My loving lord, I take my leave of you, Of you, my noble Coufin, lord Aumerle. Not Not fick, although I have to do with Death; The daintieft laft, to make the end most sweet: Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; [fperous! Gaunt. Heav'n in thy good Caufe make thee pro Be fwift like Lightning in the execution, Rouze up thy youthful blood, be brave, and live. Boling. Mine innocence, God and St. George to thrive! Mowb. However heav'n or fortune caft my lot, There lives, or dies, true to King Richard's Throne, A loyal, juft and upright Gentleman. Never did Captive with a freer heart Cad off his chains of bandage, and embrace His golden uncoutroul'd enfranchisement, More than my dancing foul doth celebrate This Feaft of battle, with mine adverfary. Most mighty Liege, and my companion Peers, Take from my mouth the wifh of happy years; As gentle and as jocund, as to jeft, Go I to fight: Truth hath a quiet breast. K. Rich. Farewel, my lord; fecurely I efpy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. Order the tryal, Marshal, and begin. Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, 2 Her. Here ftandeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found falfe and recreant, Attending but the Signal to begin. [A Charge founded. Mar. Sound, Trumpets; and fet forward, Combatants. -But ftay, the King hath thrown his warder down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their fpears, And Both return back to their chairs again. Draw near; [A long Flourish; after which, the King Speaks to the Combatants. And lift, what with our Council we have done. fubftitutes, but the rhyme, to which fenfe is too often enslaved, obliged Shakespeare to write jeft, and obliges us to read it. And, And, for our eyes do hate the dire afpect To wake our Peace 3, which in our country's cradle 2 And for we think, the eaglewinged pride, &c.] Thefe five verfes are omitted in the other editions, and restored from the first of 1598. POPE. 3 To wake our Peace, which thus rouz'd up· Might fright fair Peace,] Thus the fentence ftands in the common reading, abfurdly enough: which made the Oxford Editor, instead of, fright fair Peace, read, be affrighted; as if thefe latter words could ever, poffibly, have been blundered into the former by transcribers. But his bufinefs is to alter as his fancy leads him, not to reform errors, as the text and rules of criticism direct. In a word, then, the true original of the blunder was this: The Editors, before Mr. Pope, had taken their Editions from the Folios, in which the text ftood thus, the dire afpect Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour fwords; Which thus rouz'd up, fright fair Peace, This is fenfe. But Mr. Pope, who carefully examined the firft printed plays in Quarto (very much to the advantage of his VOL. IV. Edition) coming to this place, found five lines, in the firft Edition of this play printed in 1598, omitted in the first general collection of the poet's works; and not enough attending to their agreement with the common text, put them into their place. Whereas, in truth, the five lines were omitted by Shakespeare himself, as not agreeing to the rest of the context; which, on revife, he thought fit to alter. On this account I have put them into hooks, not as fpurious, but as rejected on the author's revise; and, indeed, with great judgment; for, To wake our Peace, which in our country's cradle C as Draws the fweet infant breath of gentle fleep, pretty as it is in the image, is abfurd in the fenfe; For Peace awake is ftill Peace, as well as when asleep. The difference is, that Peace afleep gives one the notion of a happy people funk in floth and luxury, which is not the idea the fpeaker would raise, and from which state, the fooner it was awaked the better. WARBURTON. Might Might from our quiet Confines fright fair Peace, Till twice five Summers have enrich'd our fields, But tread the stranger paths of Banishment. Boling. Your will be done. This must my comfort be, That Sun, that warms you here, fhall fhine on me: And thofe his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my Banishment. K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier Doom, Which I with fome unwillingness pronounce. The fly-flow hours fhall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile: The hopeless word, of never to return, Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. Mowb. A heavy Sentence, my most fovereign Liege, That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Is made my Goaler to attend on me. * A dearer merit, not fo deep a I wish fome copy would exhibit, A dearer mede, and not so deep a maim. To deferve a mede or reward, is regular and easy. I am |