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For no thought is contented. The better sort-
As thus, Come, little ones; and then again,—
And here have I the daintiness of ear
1 By the word is meant the Holy Scriptures. The folio reads, the faith
itself against the faith.
2 The folio, and other copies, read "in one prison."
To check time broke in a disordered string;
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Groom. Hail, royal prince!
Thanks, noble peer;
The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
1 The folio reads "To hear."
3 It should be recollected that there are three ways in which a clock notices the progress of time, viz. by the vibration of the pendulum, the index on the dial, and the striking of the hour. To these the king, in his comparison, severally alludes; his sighs corresponding to the jarring or ticking of the pendulum, which, at the same time that it watches or numbers the seconds, marks also their progress in minutes on the dial-plate, or outward watch, to which the king compares his eyes; and their want of figures is supplied by a succession of tears (or minute drops, to use an expression of Milton); his finger, by as regularly wiping these away, performs the office of the dial's point; his clamorous groans are the sounds that tell the hour.
4 That is, I strike for him. One of these automatons is alluded to in King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Where no man never comes, but that sad dog
K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
How went he under him?
Groom. So proudly, as if he disdained the ground. K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
Spur-galled, and tired by jauncing Bolingbroke.
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 my heart
1 Sometimes was used for former, as well as sometime.
2 Jauncing is hard riding, from the old French word jancer, which Cotgrave explains, "to stir a horse in the stable till he sweat withal; or (as our) to jaunt."
Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to?
K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; sir Pierce of Exton, who
Lately came from the king, commands the contrary.
Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
Keep. Help, help, help!
[Beats the Keeper.
Enter EXTON and Servants, armed.
K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude
Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument. [Snatching a weapon, and killing one.
Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
[He kills another, and then ExTON strikes
That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire,
Exton. As full of valor, as of royal blood. Both have I spilled! O, 'would the deed were good!
1 These stage directions are not in the old copies.
2 The representation here given of the king's death is perfectly agreeable to Hall and Holinshed (who copied from Fabian, with whom the story of Exton is thought to have its origin). But the fact was otherwise. He refused food for several days, and died of abstinence and a broken heart. See Walsingham, Otterburne, the Monk of Evesham, the Continuator of the History of Croyland, and the Godstow Chronicle. His body, after being submitted to public inspection in the church of Pomfret, was brought to London, and exposed in Cheapside for two hours, "his heade on a black cushion, and his visage open," when it was viewed, says Froissart, by twenty thousand persons, and finally in St. Paul's cathedral. Stowe seems to have had before him a manuscript history of the latter part of king Richard's life, written by a person who was with him in Wales. He says "he was imprisoned in Pomfrait Castle, where xv dayes and nightes they vexed him with continual hunger, thirst, and cold, and finally bereft him of his life with such a kind of death as never before that time was knowen in England."
For now the devil, that told me I did well,
SCENE VI. Windsor. A Room in the Castle. Flourish.
Enter BOLINGBROKE and YORK, with Lords and Attendants.
Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
Our town of Cicester in Glocestershire !
But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not.
Welcome, my lord. What is the news?
North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The next news is,—I have to London sent
The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent.1
At large discoursed in this paper here.
[Presenting a paper. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
Fitz My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and sir Bennet Seely;
Two of the dangerous, consorted traitors,
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
1 So the folio. The quarto reads, of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent. The folio is right according to the histories.