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K. Rich. Then call them to our presence, face to If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, face,

As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear By that, and all the rites of knighthood else, The accuser, and the accused, freely speak : Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,

[Exeunt some Attendants. What I have spoke, or thou canst worst devise. High stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

Which gently lay'd my knighthood on my shoulder, Re-enter Attendants, with BOLINGBROKE' and Nor- I'll answer thee in any fair degree,

Or chivalrous design of knightly trial;

And, when I mount, alive may I not light, Boling. May many years of happy days befall If I be a traitor, or unjustly fight! My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray' Nor. Each day still better other's happiness;

charge ? Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,

It must be great, that can inheritus Add an immortal title to your crown!

So much as of a thought of ill in him. K. Rich. We thank you both : yet one but flat

Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove it As well appeareth by the cause you come :?

That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, Namely, 10 appeal each other of high treason.

In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers; Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Like a false traitor, and injurious villain. Boling. First, (heaven be the record of my Besides I say, and will in battle prove,

speech!) In the devotion of a subject's love,

Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge

That ever was survey'd by English eye,Tendering the precious safety of my prince, That all the treasons for these eighteen years And free from other misbegoiten hate,

Complotted and contrived in this land, Come I appellant to this princely presence. Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and Now, Thoinas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,

spring. And mark my greeting well; for what I speak,

Further I say, -and further will maintain My body shall make good upon this earth,

Upon his bad life, to make all this good, Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.

That he did plot ihe Duke of Gloster's death ;' Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant; Too good to be so, and too bad to live :

Suggesi" his soon-believing adversaries;

And, consequently, like a traitor coward, Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky,

Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

blood : Once more, the more to aggravate the note, Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat;

Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, And wish (so please my sovereign), ere I move, What my tongue speaks, my righi-drawn sword' And by the glorious worth of my descent,

To me for justice, and rough chastisement; may prove.

This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution soars ! 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,

Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?

Nor. O, lei my sovereign iurn away his face, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain :

And bid his ears a little while be deat, The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this :

Till I have told this slander of his blood, Yet can I not of such tame patience boast,

How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say:

K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech;

Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir Which else would post, until it had return'd

(As he is but my father's broiher's son,) These terms of treason doubled down his throat.

Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow, Setting aside his high blood's royalty,

Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood And let hiin be no kinsman to my liege,

Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize I do defy him, and I spit at him;

The unstooping firmness of my upright soul;
Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain :

He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou ;
Which to maiuta in, I would allow him odds ; Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow.
And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,

Nor. Then, Bolingbruke, as low as to thy heart,

Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest! Or any other

ground inhabitable* Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.

Three parts of thai receipt I had for Calais,

Disburs'd I duly to his highness' soldiers : Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,

The other part reserv'd I by consent ; By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.

For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my Upon remainder of a dear account, gage,

Since last I went to France to fetch his queen:10 Disclaiming here the kindred of the king;

Now swallow down that lie. -For Gloster's And lay aside my high blood's royalty,

death, Which'fear, not reverence, makes thee to except : I slow him not; but to my own disgrace,

Neglected my sworn duty in that case.1 Drayton asserts that Henry Plantagenet, the eldest son of John of Gaunt, was not distinguished by the 7 Thomas of Woodstock, the youngest son of Ed. name of Bolingbroke üll after he had assumed the ward III. who was murdered at Calais in 1397. crown. He is called earl of Hereford by the old histo. Froissart, chap ccxxvi. rians, and was surnamed Bolingbroke from having S i.e. prompt them, set them on by injurious hints. been born at the town of that name in Lincolnshire, 9 Reproach to his ancestry. about 1366.

10 The duke of Nortolk was joined in commission 2 i. e. by the cause you come on.'. The suppression with Edward Earl of Rutland (the Aumerle of this play) of the preposicion has been shown to have been frequent to go to France in the year 1395, lo demand in marriage with shakspeare.

Isabel, eldest daughter of Charles VI. then between 3 My righı-draron sword is my sword drawn in a seven and eight years of age. Richard was married to right or just cause.

his young consort in November 1396, at Calais; his + i.e. uninhabitable.

first wile, Anne, daughter of Charles IV. emperor of 5 To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare, is 10 Germany, died at Shene on Whit Sunday, 1391. His possess.

marriage with Isabella was merely political, it was ac6 Lerod formerly signified knanish, ungracious, companied with an agreement for a truce between naughty, idle, beside its now general acceptation. France and England for thirty years.




For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,

Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong, The honourable father to my foc,

Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear Once did I lay in ambush for your life,

The slavish motive of recanting sear; A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul :

And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Bui, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament,

Where shume doth harbour, even in Mowbray's I did confess it: and exactly begg'd


(Erit GAUNT. Your grace's pardon, and, i hope, I had it.

K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to corrThis is my fault: As for the rest appeal'd,'

mand: It issues from the rancour of a villain,

Which since we cannot do to make you friends, A recreant and most degenerate traitor:

Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, Which in myself I boldly will defend ;

At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day; And interchangeably hurl down my gage

There shall your swords and lances arbitrate Upon this overweening? traitor's fooi,

The swelling difference of your seiled hale;
To prove myself a loyal gentleman

Since we cannot atone?" you, we shall see
Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom: Justice design the victor's chivalry.-
Ju haste whereof, most heartily ! pray

Lord Marshal, coinmand our officers at arms
Your highness to assign our trial day.

Be ready to direct these home alarms. [Exeunt. K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruld by SCENE 11. The same. A Room in the Duke of Let's purge this choler without letting blood :

Lancaster's Palace. Enter Gaunt, and DuchThis we prescribe, though no physician ;)

exs of Gloster, 12 Deep malice makes too deep incision:

Gaunt. Alas! the part'3 I had in Gloster's blood Forget, forgive ; conclude, and be agreed;

Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims, Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed. To stir against the butchers of his life. Good uncle, let this end where it begun :

But since correction lieth in those hands, We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son.

Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;

Who when he seesli the hours ripe on earth,
age :
Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gage. Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.
K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his.

Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur ? Gaunt. When, Harry? when ?*

Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Obedience bids, I should not bid again.

Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; there is Were as seven phials of his sacred blood, no boot."

Or seven fair branches springing from one root: Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, foot:

Some of those branches by the destinies cut : My life thou shalt command, but not my shame : But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster, The one my duty owes; but my fair name One phial full of Edward's sacred blood, (Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,)

One Hourishing branch of his most royal root,To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt ; I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here; Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, Piered to the soul with slander's venom'd spear;

By envy's hand, and murder’s bloody axe. The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine ; that bed, that Which breath'd this poison.

womb, K. Rich.

Rage must be withstood: That mettle, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee, Give me his gage :-Lions make leopards* tame. Made him a man; and though thou liv'st, and Nor. Yea, but not change their spots : take but

breath'st, my shame,

Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consentis And I resign my gage. My dear, dear lord, In some large measure to thy father's death, The purest treasure mortal times afford,

In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Is-spotless reputation; that away,

Who was the model of thy father's life. Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.

Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair :
A jewel in a ten times barr'd


In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,
Isma bold spirit in a loyal breast.

Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life, Mine honour is my life; both grow in one;

Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee : Take honour from me, and my life is done : That which in mean men we entitle-patience, Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. In that I live, and for that will I die.

What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage; do you The best way is—to 'venge my Gloster's death. begin.

Guunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for heaven's Boling. 0, God defend my soul from such foul substitute,

His deputy anointed in his sight, Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight?

Hath caus’d his death ; the which if wrongfully, Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height

Let heaven revenge ; for I may never lift Before this out-dar'd dastard! Ere my tongue An angry arm against his minister. | Charged. 2 Arrogant.

10 i.e. make them friends, 'to make agreement or 3 Pope thought that some of the rhyming verses in alonement, to reconcile them to each other.' this play were not from the hand of Shakspeare.

11 To design is to mark oul, to shoro by a token. It is 4 This abrupt elliptical exclamation of impatience is the sense of the Latin designo. I may here take occa. agajn used in the Taming of a Shrew :- Why when, 1 sion to remark that Shak-peare's learning appears to say! Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.' It appears to me to have been underrated; it is almost always evibe equivalent to 'when will such a thing be done?! dent in his choice of expressive terms derived from the

5 There is no boot,' or it booteth noi, is as much as Latin, and used in their original sense. The propriety to say "there is no help,' resistance would be vain, or of this expression here will be obvious, when we recol profille88.

lect that losigralor was 'a marshal, a master of the 6 i.e. my name that lives on my grave in despite of play or prize, who appointed every one his place, and death.

adjudged the victory 7 Bafiled in this place signifies 'abused, reviled, re 12 The duchess of Gloster was Eleanor Bohun, widow proachell in base terins;' which was the ancient signi- of Duke Thomas, son of Edward III. fication of the word, as well as to deceive or circumvent. 13 i, e. my relationship of consanguinity to Gloster.

8 There is an allusion here to the crest of Norfolk, 14 The old copy erroneously reads who when they which was a golden leopard.

see.' 9 The old copies have his spots.' The alteration 15 i. e. assent; consent is often used by the poet for was made by Pope

accord, agreement.


Duch. Where then, alas ! may I complain my-d Against what man thou com’st, and what thy self?

quarrel ? Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion and Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath,; defence.

As so defend thee heaven, and thy valour! Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold

Norfolk ;) Our cousin Hereford and tell Mowbray fight: Who hither come engaged by my oath, O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, (Which heaven defend a knight should violate !) That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breasi! Both to defend my loyalty and truth, Or, if misfortune miss the first career,

To God, my king, and my succeeding issue, Be Mowbray's sins so heary in his bosom, Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me; That they may break his foaming courser's back, And, by the grace of God, and this mine arm, And throw the rider headlong in the lists,

To prove him, in defending of myself, A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford !

A traitor to my God, my king, and me: Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometime brother's wife, And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven With her companion grief must end her life.

[He takes his seat. Gaunt. Sister, farewell : I must to Coventry: Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLINGBROKE, in armour ; As much good stay with thee, as go with me!

preceded by a Herald. Duch. Yet one word more;-Grief boundeth where it falls,

K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight :

Both who he is, and why he cometh hither I take my leave before I have begun;

Thus plated in habiliments of war; For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. And formally according to our law Commend me to my brother, Edmund York,

Depose him in the justice of his cause. Lo, this is all :-Nay, yet depart not so:

Mar. What is thy name ? and wherefore com'st Though this be all, do not so quickly go;

thou hither, I shall remember more. Bid him-o, what ?

Before king Richard, in his royal lists ? With all good speed at Plashyo visit me.

Against whom comest thou ; and what's thy quarrel ? Alack, and what shall good old York there see,

Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven ! But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,

Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?

Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans ? To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, Therefore commend me; let him not come there,

In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, To seek out sorrow that dwells every where :

That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous, Desnlate, desolate, will I hence, and die ;

To God of heaven, King Richard, and to me; The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.

And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven! (Exeunt.

Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold,

Or daring-hardy, as to touch the lists ; SCENE III. Gosford Green, near Coventry. Lists Except the marshal, and such officers

set out, and a Turone. Heralds, fc. atiending. Appointed to direct these fair designs. Enter the Lord Marshal, and AUMERLE.

Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's

hand, Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'!? And bow my knee before his majesty : Aum. Yea, at all points : and longs to enter in. For Mowbray, and myself, are like iwo men Mar. T'he duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, That vow a long and weary pilgrimage ; Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. Then let us take a ceremonious leave, Aum. Why then, the champions are prepard, And loving farewell, of our several friends. and stay

Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your highFor nothing but his majesty's approach.

ness, Florerish of Trumpels. Enter KinG RICHARD, who And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

takes his seat on his Throne ; GAUNT, and several K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our
Noblemen, who take their places. A Trumpet is
souncleil, an answered by another Trumpet within. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is righi,

Then enter Norfolk in armour, preceded by a So be thy fortune in this royal fight !

Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. The cause of his arrival here in arms:

Boling. 0, let no noble eye profane a tear Ask him his name

For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear; and orderly proceed

; To swear him in the justice of his cause.

As confident, as is the falcon's flight Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say who Against a bird, do 1 with Mowbray fight.

My loving lord (To Lord Marshal,] I take my leave And why thou com'st, thus knightly clad in arms?

of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;I 'To complain is coinmonly a verb nenter ; but it is Not sick, although I have to do with death; here (sed as a verb active. It is a literal translation of the old French phrase, me complaindre ; and is not peculiar to Shakspeare.

consequence of the murder of her husband, all the hog. 2 Her house in Essex.

pitality of plenty is at an end ; 'the walls are unfur3 In our ancient castles the naked stone walls were nished, the lodging rooms empty, and the offices unpeo. only covered with tapestry or arras, hung upon tenter. pleil. All is solitude and silence; her groans are the books, from which it

was easily taken down on only cheer that her guests can expect.' every removal of the family. (See the Preface to the 4 The Duke of Norfolk was Earl Marshal of Eng. Northumberland Household Book, by Dr. Percy.) The land; but being himself one of the combatants, the offices of our old English mansions were the rooms de. Duke of Surry, (Thomas Holland) officiated. Shak. signed for keeping the various stores of provisions. speare has made a slight mistake by introducing that bread, wine, ale, &c. and for culinary purposes. They nobleman as a distinct person from the marshal in tho were always situate within the house, on the ground present draina. Edward duke of Aumerle (80 created flour (for there were no subterraneous rooms till about by his cousin-german Richard II. in 1397, was the elde the middle of the reign of Charles I.), and nearly all. est son of Edward duke of York, fifth son of Edward joiring each other. When dinner had been see on the III.) officiated as high constable at the lists of Coventry. bnard by the sewers, the proper officers altended in He was killed at the battle of Agincourt, in 1415. each of these offices. Sometimes, on occasions of 5 The duke of Hereford, being the appellant, entergreat festivity, these offices were all thrown open, and od the lists first, according to the historians. unlimited licence given to all comers to eat and drink at 6. His succeeding issue' is the reading of the first fo. their pleasure. The duchess therefore lameuls that, in Ilio: the quartos all read my.


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But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath. And both return back to their chairs again :
Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet

Withdraw with us :—and let the trumpets sound, The daintiost last, to make the end most sweet: While we return these dukes what we decree, O thou, the earthly author of my blood,

[ A long Flourish. [To Gaunt. Draw near,

(To the Combatants. Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,

And list, what with our council we have done. Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up

For that our kingdom's earth should not be soild To reach at victory above my head,

With that dear blood which it hath fostered; Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ; And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat,

swords ; And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt, [And for we think the eagle-winged pride Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son.

Or sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee With rival-hating envy, set you on prosperous !

To wake our peace, which in our country's cradlo Be swift like lightning in the execution;

Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep ;-) And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,

Which so rous'd up with boisterous untun'd drums, Fall like amazing thunder on the casquo

With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, of thy adverse pernicious enemy:

And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. Miyhi from our quiet confines fright fair peace, Boling. Mine innocency, and Saint George to And make us wade even in our kindred's blood ;thrive!

(He takes his seal. Therefore, we banish you our territories : Nor. (Rising.) However heaven, or fortune, cast You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, my lot,

Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields, There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne, Shall not regrect our fair dominions, A loyal, just, and upright gentleman :

But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Never did captive with a freer heart

Boling. Your will be done : This must my comCast off his chains of bondage, and embrace

fort be, His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisemeni,

That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on mo; More than my dancing sou! doth celebrate And those his golden beains, to you here lent, This feast of battle with mine adversary.

Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. Most mighty liege,--and my companion peers,-- K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier Take from my mouth the wish of happy years :

doom, As gentle and as jocund as to jest,'

Which I with some unwillingness pronounce : Go I to fight; Truih hath a quiet breast.

The fiy-slows hours shall not determinate K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy The dateless limit of thy dear exile ;Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.

The hopeless word of--never to return Order the trial, marshal, and begin.

Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. (The King and the Lords return to their seats. Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, And all unlook' for from your highness' mouth: Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! A dearer merit;' not so deep a maim Buling. (Rising.) Strong as a tower in hope, I As to be cast forth in the common air, cry-amen.

Have I deserved at your highness' hand. Mar. Go bear this lance (To an Officer) to Tho- The language I have learn' these forty years, mas duke of Norfolk.

My native English, now I must forego:
1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, And now my tongue's use is to me no more,
Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself, Than an unstringed viol or a harp:
On pain to be found false and recreant,

Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up,
To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, Or, being open, put into his hands
A traitor to his God, his king, and him,

That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
And dares him to sei forward to the fight.

Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, 2 Her. Here standeth Thoinas Mowbray, duke Doubly portenllis’d, with my teeth, and lips; of Norfolk,

And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance On pain to be found false and recreant,

Is made my gaoler to attend on me. Both to defend himself, and to approve

I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Too far in years to be a pupil now; To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal ; What is thy sentence then, but speechless death, Courageously, and with a free desire,

Which robs my tongue from breathing nalivo Attending but the signal to begin.

breath ? Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, comba K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate ;' tants.

[A Charge sounded. After our sentence plaining comes too late. Stay, the king hath thrown his warderdown. Nor. Then thus 'I turn me from my country's K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their light, spears,

To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.

(Retiring. i To jest in old language sometimes signified to play which, in the present instance, he has rejected :a part in a musque.

* All sly-slow things with circumspective eyes.' 2 A parder was a kind of truncheon or staff carried

6 Word, for sentence; any short phrase was called a by persons who presided at these single combats; the coord. Thus Ascham, in a Letter to Queen Elizabeth, throwing down or which seems to have been a solemn

* Saving that one unpleasaunte word in that Patent, act of prohibition to stay proceedings. A different move. called “Duringe pleasure," turned me after to great ment of the warder had an opposite effect. lu Dray: displeasure.'-- Coniday Papers. ton's Baule of Agincourt, Erpingham is represented 7 As Shakspeare used merit, in this place, in the throwing it up as a signal for a charge.

sense of rerrard, he frequently uses the word meed, 3 Capel's copy of the quarto edition of this play which properly signifies reruril, to express merit. reads of cruel wounds,' &c. Malone's copy of the

8 Compassionale is apparently here used in the same edition, and all the other editions, read of civil sense of complaining, plaintire ; but no other instance wounds,' &c.

of the word in this sense has occurred to the commenta 4 The five lines in brackets are omitted in the folio.

tors. May it not be an error of the press, for '80 pas. 5 The old copies read • sly-slou hours.?. Pope reads sionate a which would give the required meaning to the Ny-slow hours, which has been admitted into the text, passage; passionate being frequently used for to er. and conveys an image highly beautiful and just. It is press passion or grirf, to complain. Now leave we however remarkable that Pope, in the fourth book of linis amorous hermit in passionate and playne his mis. his Essay on Man, v 226, has employed the epithet fortune.:--Palace of Pleasure, vol. li. Li. .



K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with You urg'd me as a judge; but I had rathor, thee.

You would have bid me argue like a father:Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands; O, had it been a stranger, not my child, Swear by the duty that you owe to heaven To smooth his fault I should have been more mild :' (Our part therein we banish with yourselves,) A partial slanders sought I to avoid, To keep the oath that we administer :

And in the sentence my own life destroy'd. You never shall (so help you truth and heaven!) Alas, I look’d, when some of you should say Embrace each other's love in banishment; I was loo strict, to make mine own away; Nor never look upon each other's face;

But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue, Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile

Against my will, to do myself this wrong. This lowering tempest of your home-bred hate ; K. Rich. Cousin, farewell ;--and, uncle, bid him Nor never by advised' purpose meet, To plot, contrive, or complot any iil,

Six years we banish him, and he shall

go. 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.

(Flourish. Exeunt K. Rich. and Train. Boling. I swear.

Aum. Cousin, farewell; what presence must not Nor. And I, to keep all this.

know, Boling. Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy; From where you do remain, let paper show. By this time, had the king permitted us,

Mar. My lord, no leave íake I : for I will ride, One of our souls had wander'd in the air,

As far as land will let me, by your side. Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh,

Gaunt. 0, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy As now our flesh is banish'd from this land :

words, Confoss thy treasons, ere thou fly the realm ; That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends ? Since thou hast far to go, bear not along

Boling. I have too few to take my leave of you, The clogging burden of a guilty soul.

When the tongue's office should be prodigal Nor. No, Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor, To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart. My name be blotied from the book of life,

Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a time. And I from heaven banish'd, as from hence!

Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for that time. But what thou art, heaven, thou, and I do know; Gaunt. What is six winters ? they are quickly And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue.

gone, Farewell, my liege :--Now no way can I stray ; Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes one hour Save back to England, all the world's my way.

(Erit. Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak'st for pleaR. Rich. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect

Boling. My heart will sigh, when I miscall it so, Hath from the number of his banish'd years

Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage. Pluck'd four away ;-Six frozen winters spent,

Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps Return (To BOLING.) with welcome home from Esteem a foil, wherein thou art to set banishment.

The precious jewel of thy home-return. Boling. How long a time lies in one little word! Boling. Nay, rather, every tedious stride I Four lagging winters, and four wanton springs,

End in a word; Such is the breath of kings. Will but remember me, what a deal of world

Gaunt. I thank my liege, that, in regard of I wander from the jewels that I love.
He shortens four years of my son's exile : Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
But little vantage shall I reap thereby ;

To foreign passages; and in the end,
For, ere the six years, that he hath to spend, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else,
Can change their moons, and bring their times But that I was a journeyman to grief?

Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven' visits,
My oil-dried lamp, and time-bewasted light, Are to a wise man ports and happy havens
Shall be extinct with age, and endless night; Teach thy necessity to reason thus;
My inch of taper will be burnt and done,

There is no virtue like necessity. And blindfold death not let me see my son. Think not the king did banish thee; K. Rich. Why, uncle, thou hast many years to But thou the king!! Woe doth the heavier sit, live.

Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. Gaunt. But not a minute, king, that thou canst Go, say— 1 sent thee forth to purchase honour, give :

And not—the king exil'd thee: or suppose,
Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, Devouring pestilence hangs in our air,
And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow :* And thou art flying to a fresher clime.
Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage,

To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st:
Thy word is current with him for my death; Suppose the singing birds, musicians ;
But, dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.

The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presence K'. Rich. Thy son is banish'd upon good advice,

strew'd ;12 Whereto thy tongue a party verdict gave;

The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more Why at our justice seem'si thou then to lower ? Than a delightful measure, or a dance : Gaunt. Things sweet to taste, prove in digestion For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite

The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.




1 Premeditated, deliberated.

11 Shakspeare probably remembered Euphues' ex2 The first folio reads • So fare. This line seems to hortation to Botonio to take his exile patiently. "Nature he addressed by way of caution to Mowbray, lest he hath given to man a country no more than she hath a should think that Bolingbroke was about to conciliate house, or lands, or livings. Socrates would neither call him.

himself an Achenian, neither a Grecian, but a citizen of 3 The duke of Norfolk went to Venice, 'where for the world. Plato would never accompi hím banished, thought and melancholy he deceased.? --- Holinshed. that had the sunne, fire, ayre, water, and earth, that he

4 It is a matter of very melancholy consideration, that had before ; where he felt the winter's blast, and the all human advantages confer more power of doing evil summer's blaze ; where the same sunne and same than good.

moone shined; whereby he noted that every place was 5 Consideration.

a country to a wise man, und all parts a palace to a 6 Had a part or share in it.

quiet mind.-When it was cast in Diogenesi teeth, that 7 This couplet is wanting in the folio.

the Sinoponetes had banished him from Pontus ; Yea, 8 i. e. the reproach of partiality.

said he, I them of Diogenes.' 9 This speech and that which follows are not in the 12 We have other allusions to the practice of gtrewing folio.

rushes over the floor of the presence chamber in Shak jo i. e. the sun.


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