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Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender. So we shall proceed Without suspicion. York. I will be his conduct.
[Exit. Boling. Lords, you that here are under our arrest, Procure your fureties for your days of answer :Little are we beholden to your love, And little look'd for at your helping hands.
Enter king Richard and York. K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Wherewith I reign’d? I hardly yet have learn’d To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.-Give forrow leave a-while to tutor me To this submission. Yet I well remember 3 The favours of these men: were they not mine? Did they not sometime cry, All hail! to me? So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand,
God save the king !-Will no man say, Amen ?
York. To do that office of thine own good will,
the crown; Here, cousin, on this side, my hand; on that fide,
thine. Now is this golden crown like a deep well, That owes two buckets, filling one another;
3 The favours, &c.] The countenances; the features. Johns.
4 The emptier ever dancing in the air,
Boling. I thought you had been willing to resign.
crown. K. Rich. Your cares fet
do not pluck my cares down. 5 My care, is loss of care, by old care done; Your care, is gain of care, by new care won. The cares I give, I have, though given away ; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
Boling. Are you contented to resign the crown?
K. Rich. Ay, no ;—no, ay ;-for I mutt nothing be; Therefore no, no; for I resign to thee. Now, mark me how I will undo myself : I give this heavy weight from off my head, And this unwieldy scepter from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart ; With mine own tears I wash away my
balm With mine own hands I give away my crown; With mine own tongue deny my facred state ; With mine own breath releale all duteous oaths :
4 The emptier ever dancing-] This is a comparison not easily accommodated to the subject, nor very naturally introduced. The beft part is this line, in which he makes the usurper the empty bucket. JOHNSON.
s My care, is less of care, by old care done ;] Shakespeare often obscures his meaning by playing with sounds. Richard seems to say here, that his cares are not made less by the increase of Bolingbroke's cares ; for this reason, that his care is the lots of care, his griet is, that his regal cares are at an end, by the cellation of the care to which he had been accustomed. Johnson.
my balm ; ] The oil of consecration. He has mentioned it betcre. JOHNSON.
All pomp and majesty I do forswear ;
, by confessing them, the fouls of men May deem that you are worthily depos’d.
K. Rich. Must I do fo? and must I ravel out My weav’d-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland, If thy offences were upon record, Would it not shame thee, in fo fair a troop, To read a lecture of them ? 7 If thou would'st, There should’lt thou find one heinous article, Containing the deposing of a king, And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven. Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myselfThough some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Shewing an outward pity; yet you Pilates Have here deliver'd me to my four cross, And water cannot wash away your sin.
North. My lord, dispatch ; read o'er these articles.
K. Ricb. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot fee : And yet falt-water blinds them not so much,
If thou would'A,] That is, if thou would'It read over a list of thy own deeds. JOHNSON.
But, they can see 8 a sort of traitors here.
North. My lord
. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth
coine. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me, ere I come to
hell. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland. North. The commons will not then be satisfy’d.
- a fort --] A pack, a company. WARBURTON. The last who used the word fort in this sense was, perhaps, Waller.
A fort of lufty soepherds frive. JOHNS. 9. No, not that name was given me at the font,] How that name which was given him at the font could be usurped, I do not underland. Perhaps Shakespeare meant to shew that imagination, dwelling long on its own misfortunes, represents them as greater than than they really are. ANONYMOUS.
K. Rich. They shall be satisfy'd; I'll read enough, When I do see the very book, indeed, Where all
fins are writ, and that's myself.
Enter one, with a glass. Give me that glass, and therein will I read. -No deeper wrinkles yet? hath forrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds? Oh, Aattering glass, . Like to my followers in prosperity, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face, the face That every day under his houshold roof Did keep ten thousand men ? Was this the face, That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Is this the face, which fac'd so many follies, That was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke? A brittle glory shineth in this face :
[Dafbes the glass against the ground. As brittle, as the glory, is the face; For there it is, crack'd in an hundred shivers. Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport; How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.
Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow of your face.
K. Rich. Say that again.
Boling. Name it, fair cousin.
K. Rich. Fair co'lsin! I am greater than a king: For when I was a king, my flatterers