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Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus,
Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Bores through his castle-wall

, and farewell king!
Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
With folemn reverence; throw away respect,
6 Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while :
I live on bread like you, feel want, taste grief,
Need friends— subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a king ?
Carl. My lord, wise men ne’er wail their present

But presently prevent the ways to wail.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your fue,
And so your follies fight against yourself.
Fear, and be Nain; no worse can come to fight :
And fight and die, is 7 death destroying death;
Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath.

Aum. My father hath a power, enquire of him;
And learn to make a body of a limb.
K. Rich. Thou chidit me well: proud Boling-

broke, I come
To change blows with thee, for our day of doom.
This ague-fit of fear is over-blown;
An easy task it is to win our own.-
Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power ?
Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be four.
Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky

The state and inclination of the day;

may you, by my dull and heavy eye,

My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. I play the torturer, by small and small,


Tradition, -] This word seems here used for traditional practices : that is, established or customary homage. JOHNSON.

- death destroying death ;] That is, to die fighting, is to return the evil that we sufer, to destroy the dcitroyers. I once read death defying death, but dofiro; ing is as well. Johns.


To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken :-
Your uncle York is join'd with Bolingbroke ;
And all your northern castles yielded up,
And all your southern gentlemen in arms
Upon his party.

K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.-
Beshrew thee, cousin, which didft lead me forth

[To Aumerle.
Of that sweet way I was in to despair !
What say you now? what comfort have we now?
By heaven, & I'll hate him everlastingly,
That bids me be of comfort any more.
Go, to Flint-castle; there I'll pine away ;
A king, woe's slave, shall kingly woe obey.
That power I have, discharge ; and let 'em go
To ear the land, that hath fome hope to grow,
For I have none.-Let no man speak again
To alter this, for counsel is but vain.

Aum. My liege, one word.

K. Rich. He does me double wrong,
That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
Discharge my followers ; let them hence; away,
From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day.

[Exeunt. SCENE III.

The same. Before the castle. Enter with drum and colours, Bolingbroke, York, Nor

thumberland, and attendants. Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury 3- I'll hate him everlastingly,

That bids me be of comfort-) This sentiment is drawn from nature. Nothing is more offensive to a mind convinced that his distress is without a remedy, and preparing to submit quietly to irrefiftible calamity, than these petty and conjectured comforts which unkilful officiousness thinks it virtue to administer.



Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed
With some few private friends, upon this coast.

North. The news is very fair and good, my lord ;
Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head.

York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland, To say, king Richard :-alack, the heavy day, When such a sacred king should hide his head !

North. Your grace mistakes me; only to be brief,
Left I his title out.

York. The time hath been,
Would you have been so brief with him, he would
Have been so brief with you, to shorten you,
9 For taking so the head, the whole head's length.
Boling. Mistake not, uncle, farther than you

should. York. Take not, good cousin, farther than you

Lest you mistake: the heavens are o'er your head.

Boling. I know it, uncle, and do not oppose
Myself against their will. But who comes here?

Enter Percy.
Welcome, Harry : what, will not this castle yield ?

Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord,
Against your entrance.

Boling. Royally? Why, it contains no king?

Percy. Yes, my good lord,
It doth contain a king. King Richard lies
Within the limits of yon lime and stone :
And with him lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury,
Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman
Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.

North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlife.
Boling. Noble lord,

[To Norih,
Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle;
Through brazen trumpet send the breach of parle

. For taking fo the head,-) To take the head is, to act without restraint; to take undae liberties. We now say, we give the horse his head, when we relax the reins. JOHNSON.

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Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.
Harry of Bolingbroke, upon both his knees,
Doth kiss king Richard's hand;
And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart
To his most royal person : hither come
Even at his feet to lay my arms and power ;
Provided, that my banishment repeald,
And lands restor'd again, be freely granted :
If not, l'il use the advantage of my power,
And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood,
Rain'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen.
The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
It is, fuch crimson tempest should bedrench
The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land,
My stooping duty tenderly Mail shew.
Go, signify as much, while here we march
Upon the grally carpet of this plain.-
Let's march without the noise of threat’ning drum,
That from this castle's totter'd battlements
Our fair appointments may be well perus’d.
Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet
With no less terror than the clements
Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock,
At meeting, tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:
The rage be his, while on the earth I rain
My waters; on the earth, and not on him.
March on, and mark king Richard how he looks.
A perle founded, and answered by another trumpet within.

Flourish. Enter on the walls king Richard, the bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop, and Salisbury.

York.' See! see! king Richard doth himself appear, As doth the blushing discontented sun

See! fec! king Richard dath himself appear,] The following fix lines are abfurdly given to Boling roke, who is made to condemn his own conduct and disculp the king's. It is plain thcse fix and the four following all belong to York. WARB.

From out the fiery portal of the east ;
When he perceives the envious clouds are bent
To dim his glory, and to stain the tract
Of his bright paffage to the occident.
Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
Controlling majesty: alack, alack, for woe,
That any harm should stain so fair a show!
K. Rich. We are amaz’d; and thus long have we

To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, [To Norih.
Because we thought ourself thy lawful king:
And, if we be, how dare thy joints forget
To pay their awful duty to our presence?
If we be not, shew us the hand of God
That hath dismiss’d us from our stewardship.
For well we know, no hand of blood and bone
Can gripe the sacred handle of our scepter,
Unlefs he do prophane, steal, or usurp.
And though you think, that all, as you have done,
Have torn their souls, by turning them from us,
And we are barren, and bereft of friends;
Yet know—my master, God omnipotent,
Is must'ring in his clouds, on our behalf,
Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,
That lift your vafal hands against my head,
And threat the glory of my precious crown.
Tell Bolingbroke (for yond, methinks, he is)
That every stride he makes upon my land
Is dangerous treason. He is come to ope
The purple testament of bleeding war ;
* But ere the crown, he looks for, live in peace,

Ten ? But e'er the crown, he looks for, live in peace, Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' fons

Shall ill become the flower of England's face ;] Though I have not disturbed the text here, I cannot but think it liable to sufpicion. A crown living in peace, as Mr. Warburton jufily obferved to me, is a very odd phrase. He supposes ; YOL. V.



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