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Marry, would the word farewell have lengthen'd hours,
K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,
K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this war.
Enter Bushy. K. Rich. Bushy, what news ?
Busby. Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,
K. Ricb. Where lies he?
go visit him: Pray heaven, we may make haste, and come too late!
A C T II.
A room in Ely-bouse.
ILL the king come? that I may
my last In wholesome counsel to his unftay'd youth. York. Vex not yourself, nor itrive not with your
breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.
Gaunt. Oh, but, they say, the tongues of dying men Inforce attention, like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain; For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain,
He, that no more must say, is listen'd more,
glose, More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives before ;
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; Writ in remembrance, more than things long past. Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear, My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.
York. No; it is stopt with other flattering charms, As praises of his state : then there are found Lascivious meeters, to whose venom'd found The open ear of youth doth always listen : Report of fashions in proud Italy ? ;
Vhose manners still our tardy, apish nation Limps after, in base imitation. Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity (So it be new there's no respect how vile) That is not quickly buzz’d into his ears ? Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard 3. Direct not him, whose way himself will chuse 4 ; 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.
Gaunt. Methinks, I am a prophet new-inspir’d; And, thus expiring, do foretell of him :His 5 rash, fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves, Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
Report of fashions in proud Italy ;] Our author, who gives to all nations the customs of England, and to all ages the manners of his own, has charged the times of Richard with a folly not perhaps known then, but very frequent in Shakespeare's time, and much lamented by the wiseft and best of our ancestors. JOHNSON.
3 Where will doth mutiny vith wit’s regard.] Where the will rebels against the notices of the understanding. JOHNSON.
whoje way himself will chuje ;] Ďo not attempt to guide him who, whatever thou shalt say, will take his own course.
JOHNSON. Sarah--) That is, bajty, violent. JOHNSON,
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes ;
• Againft infection] I once suspected that for infe&tion we might read invafion ; but the copies all agree, and I suppose Shakespeare meant to say, that isanders are secured by their situation both from war and peftilence. JOHNSON,
' — less happier lands;] So read all the editions, except Hanmer's, which has lefs happy. I believe Shakespeare, from the habit of saying more happier according to the custom of his time, inadvertently writ less happier. JOHNSON.
: Fear'd for their breed, and famous by their birth,] The fira edition in 4to, 1598, reads,
Feard by their breed, and famous for their birth. The second 4to, in 1615,
Feard by their breed, and famous by their birth.
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son ;
Bagot, Ross, and Willoughby.
hot colts, being rag'd, do rage the more. Queen. How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster ? King. Rich. What comfort, man? How is't with
aged Gaunt? Gaunt. Oh, how that name befits my composition ! Old Gaunt, indeed ; and gaunt in being old : Within me grief hath kept a tedious faft; And who abitains from meat, that is not gaunt? For Neeping England long time have I watch'd; Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all
K. Rich. Should dying men fatter with those that live?