That many have, and others muft fit there:
And in this thought they find a kind of cafe,
Bearing their own misfortune on the back
Of fuch as have before endur'd the like.
Thus play I, in one perfon', many people,
And none contented: Sometimes am I king;
Then treafon makes me with myself a beggar,
And fo I am: Then crufhing penury
Perfuades me, I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again: and, by-and-by,
Think, that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing:-But, what-e'er I am,
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
With nothing fhall be pleas'd, 'till he be eas'd
With being nothing.-Mufic do I hear?

[Mufic.
Ha, ha! keep time :-How four sweet mufic is,
When time is broke, and no proportion kept?
So is it in the mufic of mens' lives.
And here have I the daintinefs of ear,
To hear time broke in a diforder'd ftring;
But, for the concord of my state and time,
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wafted time, and now doth time wafte me.
For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and, with fighs, they jar

Their

1-in one perfon,-] All the old copies read, in one prifon.

2 To hear

STEEVENS.

STEEVENS.

] One of the quartos reads: to check.

I think this expreffion must be corrupt, but I know not well how to make it better. The first

The

quarto reads:

My thoughts are minutes; and with fighs they jar, There watches on unto mine eyes the outward watch. quarto 1608:

My thoughts are minutes, and with fighs they jar, Their watches on unto mine eyes the outward watch. The first folio agrees with the third quarto, which reads:

My

Their watches to mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,

Is pointing ftill, in cleanfing them from tears.
Now, fir, the found, that tells what hour it is,
Are clamorous groans, that ftrike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: So fighs, and tears, and groans,
Shew minutes, times, and hours :-but my time
Runs pofting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
While I ftand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.

My thoughts are minutes; and with fighes they jarre
There watches to mine eyes the outward watch.

Perhaps out of thefe two readings the right may be made. Watch
feems to be used in a double sense, for a quantity of time, and for
the inftrument that measures time. I read, but with no great
confidence, thus:

My thoughts are minutes, and with fighs they jar

Their watches on; mine eyes the outward watch,
Whereto, &c. JOHNSON.

The outward watch, as I am inform'd, was the moveable figure of a man habited like a watchman, with a pole and lantern in his hand. The figure had the word watch written on its forehead; and was placed above the dial-plate. This information was derived from an artist after the operation of a fecond cup: therefore neither the gentleman who communicated it, or myself, can vouch for its authenticity, or with any degree of confidence apply it to the paffage before us. Such a figure, however, appears to have been alluded to in Ben Jonfon's Every Man out of his Huhe looks like one of these motions in a great antique clock, &c." A motion anciently fignified a puppet. Again, in his Sejanus:

mour:

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"Observe him, as his watch obferves his clock." To jar is, I believe, to make that noife which is called ticking. So, in the Winter's Tale:.

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"I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind, &c." Again, in the Spanish Tragedy:

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-the minutes jarring, the clock ftriking."

STEEVENS.

bis 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 keep'ft the stroke, "Between thy begging and my meditation." The fame expreffion occurs in an old comedy, intitled, If this be not a good Play the Devil is in it:

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-fo would I,

"And we their jacks o'the clock-houfe." STEEVENS.

This mufic mads me, let it found no more;
For, though it have holpe madmen to their wits,
In me, it seems, it will make wife men mad.
Yet, bleffing on his heart that gives it me!
For 'tis a fign of love; and love to Richard
Is a ftrange brooch in this all-hating world.
Enter Groom.

Groom. Hail, royal prince!

K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer; The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. What art thou? and how comeft thou hither, "Where no man ever comes, but that fad dog That brings me food, to make misfortune live? 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 fometime royal mafter's face. O, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld, In London ftreets, that coronation day,

5 in this all-hating world.] I believe the meaning is, this world in which I am univerfally hated. JOHNSON.

-and love to Richard

Is a ftrange brooch in this all-hating world.]

i. e. is as ftrange and uncommon as a brooch, which is now no longer worn. So, in All's Well that ends Well: Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion, richly fuited, but unfuitable; just like the brooch and the toothpick, which wear not now." Malone.

• Where no man ever comes, but that fad dog,] I have ventured at a change here, against the authority of the copies, by the direction of Dr. Warburton. Indeed, fad dog favours too much of the comedian, the oratory of the late facetious Mr. Penkethman. And drudge is the word of contempt, which our author chufes to use on other like occafions. THEOBALD.

Dr. Warburton fays peremptorily, "read drudge;" but I still perfitt in the old reading. JOHNSON.

It should be remembered that the word fad was in the time of our author ufed for grave. The expreffion will then be the fame as if he had faid, that grave, that gloomy villain. So, in Holinshed, P. 730: "With that, the recorder called Fitzwilliam, a fad man

and an honeft &c." STEEVENS.

When

When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary !
That horse, that thou so often hath bestrid;
That horfe, that I fo carefully have drefs'd!

K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle
friend,

How went he under him?

Groom. So proudly, as if he difdain'd the ground.
K. Rich. So proud, that Bolingbroke was on his
back!

That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
Would he not ftumble? Would he not fall down,
(Since pride must have a fall) and break the neck
Of that proud man, that did ufurp his back?
Forgiveness, horfe! why do I rail on thee,
Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,
Waft born to bear? I was not made a horfe;
And yet I bear a burden like an ass,

Spur-gall'd, and tir'd, 7 by jauncing Bolingbroke.

Enter Keeper, with a difh.

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
fhall fay.

[Exit.
Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to?
K. Rich. Tafte of it firft, as thou wert wont to do.
Keep. My lord, I dare not; fir Pierce of Exton,
Who late came from the king, commands the con-

trary.

K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancafter, and thee!

7 by jauncing Bolingbroke.] Jaunce and jaunt were synoni mous words. B. Jonfon ufes geances in his Tale of a Tub: I would I had a few more geances of it: "And you fay the word, fend me to Jericho," STEEVENS.

Patience is ftale, and I am weary of it.

Keep. Help, help, help!

[Beats the Keeper.

Enter Exton, and fervants.

K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude affault?

Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's inftrument. [Snatching a weapon, and killing one, Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [Kills another. [Exton frikes him down, That hand fhall burn in never-quenching fire, That ftaggers thus my perfon.-Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the king's blood ftain'd the king's own

land.

Mount, mount, my foul! thy feat is up on high; Whilft my grofs flesh finks downward, here to die,

[Dies Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood: Both have I fpilt; 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 bear ;Take hence the reft, and give them burial here. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

The court at Windfor,

Flourish: Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other lords and attendants.

Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear, Is that the rebels have confum'd with fire

Our town of Cicefter in Glofterfhire

But whether they be ta'en, or flain, we hear not,

Enter Northumberland.

Welcome, my lord: What is the news?

North.