Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water: March on, and mark King Richard how he looks. See! fee! King Richard doth himself appear, Of his bright paffage to the occident. York. Yet looks he like a King: behold his eye, As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth Controlling Majefty; alack, for woe, That any harm fhould ftain fo fair a show! K. Rich. We are amaz'd, and thus long have we stood And though you think, that all, as you have done, quarto, which gives us the true allufion of the poet. So again in the beginning of 1 K. Henry IV. Thofe oppofed eyes, Which like the meteors of a troubled heav'n, All of one nature, of one fubftance bred, C 3 Your Your children yet unborn, and unbegot, But ere the erown, he looks for, live in peace, (14) Her pafture's grafs with faithful English blood. North. The King of heav'n forbid, our Lord the King Should fo with civil and uncivil arms Be rufh'd upon! no, thy thrice-noble coufin, (14) But e'er the crown, be looks for, live in peace,. Shall ill become the flow'r of England's face ;] Tho' I have not disturbed the text here, I cannot but think it liable to fufpicion. A crown living in peace, as Mr. Warburton juftly obferved to me, is a very odd phrafe. He fuppofes; But e'er the crown he looks for, light in peace, i. e. defcend and fettle upon Bolingbroke's head in peace. Again, I have a fmall quarrel to the third line quoted. Would the poet fay, that bloody crowns fhould disfigure the flow'rs that fpring on the ground, and bedew the grafs with blood? Surely, the two images are too fimilar. I have fufpected, Shall ill become the floor of England's face; i. e. Shall make a difmal fpectacle on the furface of the kingdom's earth. So, in the Merchant of Venice, Look how the floor of heav'n Is thick inlay'd with patterns of bright gold. Than Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg This fwears he, as he is a Prince, is juft; K. Rich. Northumberland, fay, thus the King returns: His noble coufin is right-welcome hither, And all the number of his fair demands Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction. With all the gracions utterance thou hast, Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends. We do bebase our felf, coufin, do we not, To look fo poorly, and to speak fo fair? Shall we call back Northumberland, and fend Defiance to the traitor, and fo die? [To Aum Aum. No, good my Lord, let's fight with gentle words, Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful fwords. K. Rich. Oh God, oh God! that e'er this tongue of mine, That laid the sentence of dread banishment On yond proud man, fhould take it off again Swell'ft thou, proud heart? I'll give thee fcope to beat, Aum: Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. K. Rich. What must the King do now? must he submit The King fhall do it: muft he be depos'd? The King shall be contented: must he lose The name of King? o'God's name, let it go. I'll give my jewels for a fet of beads; My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage; My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown; My figur'd goblets, for a difh of wood; My fcepter, for a palmer's walking staff; My fubjects, for a pair of carved faints; C 4 And - And my large kingdom, for a little grave; North. My Lord, in the bafe court he doth attend In the bafe court? bafe court, where Kings grow base, To come at traitors calls, and do them grace. In the base court come down? down, court; down, King; For night-owls fhriek, where mounting larks fhould fing. Boling. What fays his Majefty? (15) Or I'll be buried in the King's highway; Some way of common trade,-] As fpecious as this reading appears, Mr. Warburton, Mr. Bishop, and I, all concurred in fufpecting it, and in the amendment which now poffefies the text; Some way of common tread, . e. a highroad. He fubjoins immediately; For on my heart they tread now, while I live; And we know how much it is Shakespeare's way to diverfify the image with the fame word. North North. Sorrow, and grief of heart, Makes him fpeak fondly, like a frantick man; Yet is he come. Boling. Stand all apart, And fhew fair duty to his Majefly. My gracious Lord [Kneels.' K. Rich. Fair coufin, you debafe your princely knee, To make the bafe earth proud with kiffing it. Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, Than my unpleas'd eye fee your courtesy. Up, coufin, up; your heart is up, I know, Thus high at least, although your knee be low. Boling. My gracious Lord, I come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted Lord, As my true fervice shall deferve your love. K. Rich. Well you deferve: they well deserve to have, That know the ftrong'st and fureft way to get. Uncle, give me your hand; nay, dry your eyes; Tears fhew their love, but want their remedies. Coufin, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir. What you will have, I'll give, and willing too For do we muft, what force will have us do. Set on towards London. Coufin, is it fo? Boling. Yea, my good Lord. K. Rich. Then I must not fay, No. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE, a Garden, in the Queen's Court. Enter Queen and two Ladies. Queen.W 'Hat sport shall we devife here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls. Queen. "Twill make me think, the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune runs against the bias. Lady. Madam, we'll dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief. C 5 Therefore |