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And yet we hear no tidings from the king;
Therefore we will disperse ourselves. Farewell.

Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman :
The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.
Cap. 'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not

stay.
7 The bay-trees in our country all are witherd,
And meteors-fright the fixed Itars of heaven;
The pale-fac'd moon 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 ;
The other, to enjoy by rage and war.
These signs forerun the death or fall of kings-
Farewell; our countrymen are gone and fled,
As well assur'd, Richard their king is dead. [Exit.

Sal. Alas, Richard ! with eyes of heavy mind
I see thy glory, like a shooting star,
Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west,
Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest

. Thy friends are fed, to wait upon thy foes; And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. [Exeunt.

conjecture is not so presumptuous as may be thought. The play was not, in Shakespeare's time, broken into acts ; the two editions published before his death exhibit only a fequence of scenes from the beginning to the end, without any hint of a pause of a&ion. In a drama fo desultory and erratic, left in such a state, transpofitions might easily be made. JOHNSON.

? The bay-trees, &c.] This enumeration of prodigies is in the highest degree poetical and striking. JOHNSON.

Some of these prodigies are found in T. Haywarde's Life and Raigne of Henry IV. 1599. “ This yeare the laurel trees wi" thered almost throughout the realm," &c. So again in Holinthead. “ In this yeare in a manner

throughout all the realme of England, old baie trees wither" ed,” &c. STEEVENS.

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ACT 111.

SCENE I.

Boling broke's camp at Bristol.

Enter Boling broke, York, Northumberland, Ross, Percy,

Willoughby, with Bushy and Green, prisoners.

BOLINGBROKE.

B

RING forth these men.

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

your

deaths.
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 sinful hours
Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him

;
Broke the poffeßion of a royal bed,
And staind the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
With tears drawn from her eyes by 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 misinterpret me,
Have itcopd my neck under your injuries,
And figh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,
Eating the bitter bread of banishment:
Whilst you have fed upon my signiories,
Dispark'd ny paiks, and fullú my foreit-woods,
8 from ininé own windows torn my houshold coat,

From mine oun windows torn my houjold coat,] It was

the practice, when coloured glass was in use, of which there are still fume remains in old feats and churches, to anneal the arms of the family in the windows of the house. Johnson.

Raz'd

9 Raz’d out my impress, leaving me no sign,
Save mens' opinions, and my living blood,
To fhew 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 over
To execution, and the hand of death.

Bushy. More welco.ne is the stroke of death to me, Than Bolingbroke to England. - Lords, farewell. Green. My comfort is, that heaven will take our

fouls, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. Boling. My lord Northumberland, see them dif

patch’d. - Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house; For heaven's fake, fairly let her be intreated : Tell her, I send to her my kind commends; Take special care, my greetings be deliver’d.

Tork. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd With letters of your love to her at large. Boling. " Thanks, gentle uncle. - Come, lords,

away ; [To fight with Glendower and his complices ;] A while to work; and, after, holiday. (Exeunt.

SCENE

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? Roz'd out my impress, &c.] The impress was a device or motto. Ferre, in his Blazon of Gentry, 1585, observes " that the

arms, &c. of traitors and rebels may be di faced and removed, wheresoever they are fixed, or set.” STEEVENS.

Thanks, gentle uncle.-Come, my lords, away ; To fight with Glendower and his complices;

A ubike to work, and after holiday.) Though the intermediate line has taken possession of all the old copies, I have great luspicion of its being an interpolation; and have therefore ventured to throw it out. Tle firit and third lines rhime to each other; nor do I imagine this was casual, but intended by the poet. Wer: we to acknow lesige the line genuine, it muft argue the pcct cf forgetfulness and inattention to history. Dolingbroke is, as it were, yet but just arrived; he is now at Bristol ; weak in his numbers; has had no meeting with a parliament ; nor is so far asíured of the succellion, as to think of going to fuppress insurrections before he is planted in the throne. Be

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2 S CE NE II.

The coast of Wales. A castle in view.

Flourish: drums and trumpets. Enter king Richard, Aumerle, bishop of Carlisle, and

foldiers. K. Rich. Barkloughly-castle call you this at hand? Aum. It is, my lord; how brooks your grace the

air, After your tosling 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 suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, Which with usurping steps do trample thee. Yield siinging nettles to mine enemies : And, when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,

fides, we find the oppofition of Glendower begins The First Par; of K. Henry IV'; and Mortimer's defeat by that hardy Welshman is the tidings of the first fcene of that play. Again, though Glendower, in the very first year of K. Henry IV. began to be troublesome, put in for the supremacy of Wales, and imprisoned Mortimer; yet it was not till the succeeding year that the king employed any force against him. THEOBALD.

This cmnendation, which I think is just, has been followed by Sir T. Hanmer, but is neglected by Dr. Warburton. JOHNSON.

2 Here may be properly inserted the last scene of the second act. JOHNSON.

Guard

Guard it, I pray thee, 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.
Bishop. 3 Fear not, my lord ; that power, that made

you king,
Hath power to keep you king, in spight of all.
The means, that heaven yields, mult be embrac’d,
And not neglected; else, if heaven would,
And we would not heaven's offer, we refuse
The proffer'd means of succour and redress.

Aum. He means, my lord, that we are too remiss;
Whilft Bolingbroke, through our security,
Grows strong and great, in substance and in friends.

K. Rich. Discomfortable cousin ! know'lt thou not,
That when the searching eye of heaven is hid
+ Behind the globe, and 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 every guilty hole,
Then murders, treasons, and deteíted 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,
Who all this while hath revelld in the night,

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3 Fear not, my lord, &c.] Of this speech the f ur last lines were reitored from the first ecition by Mr. Pope. They were, I suppose, omitted by the players only to shorten the icenes, for they are worthy of the author and suitable to the perforage.

JOHNSON. * Behind the globe, &c.] I should read,

the searching eye f beaven is hid

Behind the globe, and lights the lower world. Johns. Such is the old reading. STEEVENS.

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