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I do not sue to stand, That many have, and others must sit there : Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.
And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Boling. I pardon him, as God shall pardon me. Bearing their own misfortune on the back
Duch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! Of such as have before endur'd the like. Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again;
Thus play I, in one person, many people, Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain, And none contented: Sometimes am I king; But makes one pardon strong.
Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar, Boling.
With all my heart And so I am : Then crushing penury I pardon him.
Persuades me I was better when a king; Duci. A god on earth thou art.
Then am I king'd again : and, by-and-by, Boling. But for our trusty brother-in-law,-and Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, the abbot,
And straight am nothing :-But, whate'er'I am, \Vith all the rest of that consorted crew,
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
And here have I the daintiness of ear,
(Exeunt. Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. SCENE IV.-Enter Exton, and a Servant. For now hath'time made me his numb'ring clock: Exton. Didst thou not mark the king, what words My thoughts are minutes; and, with sighs, they jar he spake?
Their watches on to mine eyes, the outward watch, Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Was it not so?
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Serv.
Those were his very words. Now, sir, the sound, that tells what hour it is, Exton. Have I no friend ? quoth he: he spake Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart, it twice,
Which is the bell; So sighs, and tears, and groans, And urg'd it twice together; did he not?
Show minutes, times, and hours :-but my time Serv. He did.
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, Eston. And, speaking it, he wistfully look'd on While I stand fooling here, his Jack o'the clock. me;.
This music mads me, let it sound no more ; As who should say,-I would, thou wert the man For, though it have holp madmen to their wits, That would divorce this terror from my heart; In me, it seems it will make wise men mad. Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go; Yet blessing on his heart tnat gives it me! I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe. (Ere. For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard SCENE V.-Pomsret. The dungeon of the castle is a strange brooch' in this all-hating world. Enter King Richard.
Enler Groom. K. Rich. I have been studying how I may com- Groom. Hail, royal prince ! pare
Thanks, noble peer; This prison, where I live, unto the world : The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. And, for because the world is populous,
What art thou ? and how comest thou hither, And here is not a creature but mysell,
Where no man never comes, but that sad dog I cannot do it ;-Yet l'll hammer it out.
That brings me food, to make misfortune live? My brain I'll prove the female to my soul;
Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, My soul, the father : and these two beget When thou wert king; who, travelling towards A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
To look upon my sometimes master's face.
When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary! Against the word :
That horse, that thou so often hast bestrid; As thus,-Conie, little ones ; and then again, That horse, that I so carefully have dress'd! It is as hard to come, as for a camel
K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me gentle To thread the posterna of a needle's eye.
friend, Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot How went he under him? Unlikely wonders : how these vain weak nails Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground. May tear a passage 1
K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his Or this hard world, my ragged prison walls;
back! And, for they cannot, die in their own pride. That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves, -This hand hath made him proud with clapping That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
him. Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars, Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down Who, sitting ir: the stocks, refuge their shame,- (Since pride must have a fall,) and break the neck
for that proud man that did usurp his back? (1 Forces.
(2) His own body. 3) Holy scripture. (4) Little gate. (5) Tick. 1 (7) An ornamented buckle, and also a jewel ir (6) Strike for him, like the figure of a man on general. bell.
1 (8) Former.
Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,
Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to Lon
don Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. Th
(To the Groom.
stay. The heads of Brocas, and sir Bennet Seely; K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou werth
L: Two of the dangerous and consorted traitors,
That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot, heart shall say.
(Exii./night nouse is way meri
Right noble is ihy merit, well I'wot.
Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. Keep. My lord, I dare not; sir Pierce of Exton, Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of West
minster, Lately came from the king, commands the contrary. With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster and Hath yielded up his body to the grave; thee!
But here is Carlisle, living, to abide Patience is stale, and I am weary of it..
Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride.
[Beats the Keeper. Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom:-Keep. Help, help, help!
Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, Enter Exton, and servants, armed.
More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;
So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strise: K. Rich. How now? what means death in this For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, rude assault ?
High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.
(Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Enter Exton, with attendants bearing a coffin. Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
He kills another, then Exton strikes him doron. Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire. Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies That staggers thus my person.Ex
my personExton. thy fierce The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, hand
Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own! Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou has! land.
wrought Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand, Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. Upon my head, and all this famous laud.
I Dies. Exion. From your own mouth, my lord, did I Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood :
1 this deed. Both have I spilt; 0, would the deed were good! | Boling. They love not poison that do poison need. For now the devil, that told me I did well,
Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell.
I hate the murderer, love him murdered. This dead king to the living king I'll bear;
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. But neither my good word, nor princely favour:
(Ereunt. With Cain go wander through the shade of night,
And never show thy head by day nor night.SCENE VI.-Windsor. A room in the castle. Lords, I protest, my soul is full of wo,
Flourish. Enler Bolingbroke, and York, with That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow lords and altendants.
Come, mourn with me for what I do lament,
I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,
To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not. March sadly after; grace my mournings here,
In weeping after this untimely bier. (Exeunt, Enter Northumberland. Welcome, my lord: What is the news ? North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all hap
piness. The next news is, I have to London sent
This play is one of those which Shakspeare bas The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent: apparently revised; but as success in works of inThe manner of their taking may appear
vention is not always proportionate to labour, it is At large discoursed in this paper here.
not finished at last with the happy force of some [Presenting a paper.other of his tragedies, nor can be aid much to al
fect the passions, or enlarge the understanding. (1) Jaunting. (2) Immediately.