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But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty When the English measur*d backward their own

In faint retire : 0 bravely came we off, [ground, And tempt us not to bear above our power !
When with a volley of our needless shot, I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this nigbt,
After such bloody toil, we bid good night; Passing these flats, are taken by the tide,
And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up, These Lincolo washes have devoured them;
Last in the field, and almost lords of it! Myself, well-mounted, bardly have escap'd.

Away, before! conduct me to the king;

I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come.
Mess. Where is my prince the Dauphin ?

[Ereunt. Lew. Here :- What news ? Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English SCENE VII.-The Orchard of Swinsteadlords,

Abbey. By his persuasion, are again fallen off : [long, And your supply, which you have wish'd so Enter Prince HENRY, SALISBURY, and Bigot. Are cast away, and sunk, on Godwin sands.

P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his Lew. Ah! foul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy

blood very heart! I did not think to be so sad to-night,

Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brairi

(Which some suppose the soul's frail dwellingAs this hath made me.- Who was he, that said

King John did fly, an hour or two before
The stumbling night did part qur weary powers ? Poth, by the idle comments that it makes,

Foretell the ending of mortality.
Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
Lew. Well ; keep good quarter and good care

The day shall not be up so soon as I, (to-right;

Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and bolds To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.



That, being brought into the open air, SCENE VI.-An open Place in the Neigh. or that fell poison which assaileth bim.

It would allay the burning quality bourhood of Swinstead-Abbey.

P. Hen. Let bim lie brought into the orcbard Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, meeting.


[Exit Bigot. Hub. Who's there ? speak, bo ! speak quickly, Doth he still rage ?

Pem. He is more patient, or I shoot.

Than when you left him; even now he sung. Bast. A friend :- What art thou ? Hub. Of the part of England.

P. Hen. 'Ovanity of sickness ! ficrce exBast. Whither dost thou go?

tremes, Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not in their continuance, will not feel themselves.

Death, baving prey'd upon the outward parts, demand

Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now of thine allairs, as well as thou of mine ? Bast. Hubeit, I think.

Against the mind, the which he pricks and

wounds Hub. Thou bást a perfect thought :

With many legions of strange fantasies; I will upon all hazards, well believe Thou art my friend, that kuow'st my tongue so Whicb, in their throng and press to that last Who art thou ?

(well :

hold, Bust. Who thou wilt: an if thou please,

Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death

should sing. Thou may'st betriend me so much, as to think I come one way of the Plantageneis.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Hub. Uuhind remembrance ! thou, and eye

Who chants a doleful hymu to his own death ; less night,

[me, And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, siugs Have done me shame :- Brave soldier, pardon His soul and body to their lasting rest. That any accent, breaking from thy tongue,

Sal. Be of good comfort, prince ; for you are

born Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine

To set a forın upon that indigest Bast. Come, come ; sans compliment, wbat Which he hath leit so shapeless and so rude.

news abroad? Hub. why, here walk 1, in the black brow Re-enter Bigor and Attendants, who bring of night,

in King Joun in a Chair. To find you out.

K. John. Aye, marry, now my soul hath el. Bust. Brief, then ; and what's the news?

bow-room ; Hub. o my sweet Sir, news fitting to the It would not out at windows, nor at doors, night,

There is so hot a summer in my bosom, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.

That all my bowels crumble up to dust : Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen news:

Upon a parchment; and against this tire I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.

Do I shrink up. Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk : P. Hen. How fares your majesty ? I left him almost speechless, and broke out K. John. Poison'd,-ill-fare ;-dead, forsouk, To acquaint you with this evil : that you might

cast off : The better arm you to the sudden time,

And none of you will bid the winter come, Than if yon had at leisure known of this. To thrust bis icy fingers in my maw; Bast. How did be take it? who did taste to Nor let my kingdoin's rivers take their course him ?

Through my buru'd bosom ; nor entreat the Hud. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain,

north Whose bowels suddenly burst out : the king To make bis bleak winds kiss my parched lips, Yet speaks, and peradventure, may recover. And comfort me with cold :- I do not ask you Bast. Who didst thou leave to teud his

much ; majesty?

I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait, Hub. why, know you not ? the lords are all And so ingrateful, you deny me ibat, come back,

P. Hen. 0 that there were some virtue in And brought priuce Henry in their company ;

my tears, At whose request the king hath pardou'd them, That might relieve you! Aud they are all about his majesty. • Innovation.

• This occurred to King Joke himself.


K. John. The salt in them is bot.

Sal. It seems you know not then so much Within me is a hell ; and there the poison

as we : Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize

The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, Op unreprievable condemned blood.

Who half an hour since came from ibe Dau. Enter the BASTARD.


And brings from him such offers of our peace Bast. Oh! I am scalded with my violent As we with honour and respect may take, motion,

With purpose presently to leave this war. And spleen of speed to see your majesty.

Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees K. John. O cousin, thou art coine to set Onrselves well sine wed to our defence. mine eye :

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already ; The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; For many carriages he hath despatch'd And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel sail,

To the disposing of the cardinal : Are turned to one thread, one little hair : With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, My beart bath one poor string to stay it by, If you think meet, this afternooi will post Which holds but till thy news be uttered : To cónsummate this business happily. And then all this thou see'st, is but a clod, Bast. Let it be su;- And you, my noble And module of confounded royalty.

prince, Bast. The Danphin is preparing hitherward ; With other princes that may best be spar'd, Where, heaven be knows, how we shall answer Shall wait upon your father's funeral. him :

P. Hen. At Worceste. * must his body be in For, in a night, the best part of my power,

terr'd; As I upon advantage did remove,

For so he will'd it. Were, in the wasbes, all unwarily,

Bast. Thither shall it then, Devoured by the unexpected flood.

And bappily may your sweet self put on

(The King dies. The lineal state and glory of the land! Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead To whom, with all submission, on my knee,

I do bequeath my faithful services My liege! my lord !But now a king,-now And true subjection everlastingly, thus.

Sal. And the like tender of our love P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even 50

make, stop.

To rest without a spot for evermore, What surety of the world, what hope, what P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give stay,

you thanks, When this was now a king, and now is clay ! And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Basi. Art thou goue so! I do but stay be. Bast. O let us pay the time but needful hind,

woe, To do the office for thee of revenge ; (heaven, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.And then my soul sball wait on thee to This England never did, (nor never shall,) A, it on earth hath been thy servant still.-- Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, Now, now, you stars, that move in your right But when it first did help to wound itself. spheres,

(faiths ; Now these her princes are come home again, Where he your powers ? Show now your mended Come the three corners of the world in arips, And instantly return with me again,

And we shall shock them : Nought shall make To posb destruction and perpetual shame

us rue, Out of the weak door of our fainting land : If England to itself do rest but true. (Ercunt. Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought;

• A stone coffin, containing the body of King John, The Dauphin rages at our very heels.

was discovered in Worcester cathedral, July 17, 1797.

an ear.

we THE




LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THE action of this drama comprises little more than the two last years of King Richard's reign. It commences

with Bolinbroke's accusation of treason against Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, in 1398, and terminates with tbe murder of Richard at Pomfret Castle, about the year 1400. Sbakspeare wrote the play in 1597, deriving bis materials chiefly from Hollinshed's Chronicle, many passages of which, he has almost literaly embodied with bis own. The speech of the Bishop of Carlisle, in defence of King Richard's unalienable right, and inmunity from human jurisdiction, is particularly copied from that old writer. The historical points of the tragedy are consequently accurate ; for notwithstanding the Lancasterian prejudices of those who have recorded bis reign, Richard was a weak prince, and unfit for government. He had capacity enough, but no solid judgment, nor good education : he was violeat in temper, profuse in expence, fond of idle show, devoted to favourites, and addicted to low society. Yet his punishment ontbalanced his offence. Dr. Johnson has remarked of this play, that it cannot be said " much to affect the passions, or enlarge the understanding ;” but it is impossible to contemplate the ahject degradation of the unfortunate monarch, as drawn by the poet, without questioning the truth and judgment of this critical rescript. In dignity of thought and fertility of expression, it is certainly superior to many of Shakspeare's productions, however it may yield to them in attractive incident or highly-wrought catastrophe. Yet where can we find a combination of circumstances more truly pathetic, than those with which Shakspeare has surrounded the short career of Richard, from his landing in Wales, to his murder at Pomfret. If the bitterness of his sorrow when deserted by his friends, and bearded by his barons--if the lowliness and patience of his carriage, whilst exposed to the insults of the rabble, and greeted with the mockery of homage by his aspiring rival---;f the majesty of his sentiments, soaring above couscious help!essness or constitutional imbecility --and if his heroic resistance wben despatched by his savage assailants--aro not calculated to " affect the passions, or enlarge the understandiug,"there is no dramatic portraiture that is capuble of doing so.


LORD Ross.


HENRY, surnamed Bolingbroke, Duke of He- LORD MARSHAL; and another Lord.

reford, Son to John of Gaunt ; after- SIR PIERCE of Eston.
wards King Henry IV.

DUKE OF AU MERLE, Son to the Duke of York. Captain of a Band of Welshmen.
MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.

QUEEN to King Richard.



LADY attending on the Queen.
BAGOT, Creatures to King Richard.

Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, tuo Gar. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.

deners, Keeper, Messenger, Grooin, and HENRY PERCY, his Son.

other Attendants. SCENE, dispersedly in England, and Wales.


SCENE 1.-- London.- A Room in the

Enter King RICHARD, attended ; JOAN of

GAUNT, and other Nobles, with him.
K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time hononr'd


Hast thon, according to thy oath and hand,
Brougbt hither Henry Hereford thy bold son;
Here to make good the boisterous iate ap.

Which then our leisure would not let us hear,
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow.
bray ?

• Bond,



K. Rich. I gave this heavy weight from off my head, and this unwieldy sceptre from my hand; Ali pomp and majesty I do forswear; y manors, rents, and revenues, I forego.

Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee pros

perous ! Rouse up thy youthful blood; be valiant, and live.

Act I. Scene III.


Eusky. Madam, your majesty is much too sad :
e promis'd, when you parted with the king,
Bolay aside life-harming heaviness,
Bad entertain a cheerful disposition.

Act II. Scene II.

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. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. Cup. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn all feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.

Act IV. Scene I.

Duch. What's the matter? York. Peace, foolish woman.

Act V'. Scene 11.

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