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Ser. He did.
Exton. And, speaking it, he wistly look'd on me; As who shall say I would, thou wert the man That would divorce this terror from
my Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go : I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe. [Exeunt.
Enter king Richard.
Bearing their own misfortune on the back
with highs they jor, Their watches, &c.- -J I think this expression must be corrupt, but I know not well how to make it better. The first
“ My thoughts are minutes; and with fighs they jar,
“ I here watches on unto mine eyes the outward watch.” The second quarto :
“ My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar,
" There watches to mine eyes the outward watch." The first folio agrees with the second quario.
Perhaps out of these two readings the right may be made. Watch seems to be used in a double fense, for a quantity of time, and for the instrument that measures time. I read, but with no great confidence, thus :
“ My thoughts are minutes, and with fighs they jar
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer :
his Jack o'the clock.] That is, I ftrike for him. One. of these automatons is alluded to in King Richard the Third:
“ Because that like a Jack thou keepst the stroke,
“ Between thy begging and my meditation.” The same expression occurs in an old comedy, intitled, If this be not a good play the Devil is in it:
so would I, “ And we their Jacks o'the clock-house." STEEVENS.
in this ALL-HATING world.] I believe the meaning is, this world in which I am univerfally hated. JOHNSON.
* Where no man ever comes, but that jad dog,] I have ventured at a change here, against the authority of the copies, by the direction of Dr. Warburton. Indeed, sad dog favours too much of the comedian, the oratory of the late facetious Mr. Penketh
And drudge is the word of contempt, which our author chuses to use on other like occasions. THEOBALD.
Dr. Warburton fays peremptorily, read drudge ; but I still perlift in the old reading. JOHNSON.
It should be remembered that the word fad was in the time of our author used for grave. The expression will then be the same as if he had said, that grave, that gloomy villain. Steevens.
Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, With much ado, at length have gotten leave To look upon my sometime royal master's face. O, how it yearn’d my heart, when I beheld, In London streets, that coronation-day, When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary ! That horfe, that thou so often hast bestrid; That horfe, that I so carefully have dress’d!
K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him?
Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground.
Enter Keeper, with a dish. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay,
[To the Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that shall fay.
[Exit. Keep. My lord, wilt please you to fall to ? K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou wert wont to do.
9 by jauncing Boling broke.] Jaunce and jaunt were synopimous words. B. Johnson ufes geances in his Tale of a Tub :
" I would I had a few more geances of it:
Keep. . Keep. My lord, I dare not ; Sir Pierce of Exton, Who late came from the king, commands the con
trary. K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and
thee ! Patience is ftale, and I am weary of it.
[Beats the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help!
Enter Exton and servants. K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude
affault? Wretch, thine own hand yields thy death's instrument.
(Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [Kills another.
[Exton strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person. Thy fierce hand Hath with the king's blood stain’d the king's own
land. Mount, mount, my soul ! thy feat is up on high; Whilft my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die,
[Dies. Exton. As full of valour as of royal blood : Both have I spilt : oh, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me, I did well, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead king to the living king I'll bearTake hence the rest, and give them burial here.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI.
The court at Windsor. Flourish: Enter Boling broke, York, with other lords and
attendants, Boling. Kind, uncle York, the latest news we hear, Is, that the rebels have consum'd with fire Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire But whether they be ta’en, or Rain, we hear not.