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Were then but subjects; being now a subject,
Boling. Yet ask.
sights. Boling. Go fome of you, convey him to the Tower. K. Rich. Oh, good! convey:-'conveyers are you
all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. [Exit.
Boling. ? On Wednesday next we folemnly set down Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves.
[Ex. all but Abbot, bishop of Carlisle, and Armerle. Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld.
Carl. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn Shall feel this day * as sharp to them as thorn.
Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot.
Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the sacrament,
conveyers are ye all,] To convey is a term often used in an ill sense, and to Richard understands it here. Pistol says of stealing, convey the wise it call; and to convey is the word for flight of hand, which seems to be alluded to here. Ye are all, says the deposed prince, jugglers, who rise with this nimble dexterity by the fall of a good king: JOHNSON.
2 'On Wednejilay next we jolemnly set down
Our coronation : lords, prepare yourselves.] The first 4to, 1598, reads,
" I et it be fo: and lo on Wednesday next
“ Lords, be ready all.” STEVENS. * -as firarp as thorn. This pathetic denunciation fhews that Shakespeare intended to impress his auditors with dillike of the de posal of Richard. JOHNSON.
3 To bury mine intents, bit to effect
A CT v.
V. SCENE 1.
5 To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower ;
Enter king Richard, and guards,
[To K. Rich.
1 To bury
-] To conccal, to keep secret. JOHNSON. 4 In the first edition there is no personal appearance of king Richard, so that all to the line at which he leaves the fiage was inferted afterwards. JOHNSON.
STO Julius Cæsar's, &c.] The Tower of London is traditionally said to have been the work of Julius Cæfar. Joens.
• Here let us reft, if, &c.] Here reft, if uny rejt can barbour here. MILTON.
10 thou, the model zubere old Tray did fiard;] The queen uses comparative terms abfolutely. Instead of saying, Thou who ap
Thou map of honour ; thou king Richard's tomb, And not kiig Richard ; thou most beauteous inn, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg’d in thee, When triumph is become an ale-house guest ?
K. Rich. 8 Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden. Learn, good soul, To think our former state a happy dream; From which awak'd, the truth of what we are Shews us but this. 9 I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim necessity; and he and I Will keep a league till death. Hye thee to France, And cloilter thee in some religious house : Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, Which our profane hours here have stricken down.
Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind Transform’d and weakened ? Hath Bolingbroke Depos'd thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart? The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o’erpower'd: and wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod, And fawn on rage with base humility, Which art a lion and a king of beasts? K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed—if aught but
beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good fometime queen, prepare thee hence for France ; Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak’st,
pearest as the ground on which the magnificence of Troy was once erected, she says,
O thou, the model, &c.
Tbcu map of honour. Thou pieture of greatness. JOHNS.
Join not with grief;-) Do not thou unite with grief against me; do not, by thy additional sorrows, enable grief to ftrike me down at once. My own part of sorrow I can bear, but thy affi&tion will immediately deitroy me. JOHNSON,
9 I am sworn brother,
To grim necessity ;- - ] I have reconciled myself to neceffity, I am in a ftate of amity with the constraint which I have fulained. JOHNSON ,
As from my death-bed, my last living leave.
Eilter Noribumberland atiended.
North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang’d: You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, madam, there is order ta’en for
you, With all swift fpeed, you must away to France.
K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, The time shall not be many hours of age More than it is, ere foul fin, gathering head, Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think, Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, It is too little, helping him to all; And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the
way To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way, To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. The love of wicked friends converts to fear; That fear to hate; and hate turns one, or both, To worthy danger, and deserved death.
to quit their grief,] To retaliate their mournful stories.
JOHNSON. ? For why? - ] The poet hould have ended this speech with the foregoing line, and have spared his childith prattle about the fire. JOHNSON,
North. you inuft
North. My guilt be on my head, and there's an end. -Take leave and part;
forthwith, K. Rich. Doubly divorc’d? Bad men, ye violate A two-fold marriage ; 'twixt my crown and me; And then betwixt me and my married wife. Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me.
(To the queen. - And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.Part us, Northumberland. I, towards the north, Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; My queen to France; from whence, set forth in pompa She came adorned hither like sweet May, Sent back like Hollowmas, or short'st of day. Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part
? K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart
from heart. Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me, North. That were some love, but little policy. Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go.
K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one woe, Weep thou for me in France; I for thee here: 3 Better far off, than near, be ne'er the near'. Go, count thy way with sighs; I, mine with groans.
Queen. So longest way shall have the longest moans. K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way
being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing forrow let's be brief; Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.
(They kiss. Queen. Give me rrine own again; 'twere no good
4 Better fur off, than near, be ne'er the near.] To be never the nigher, or, as it is commonly spoken in the mid-land counties, re'er the ne-er, is, to make no advance towards the good defired. JOHNSON.