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

"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.

-his Jack o'the clock.] That is, I ftrike for him. One of thefe automatons is alluded to in King Richard the Third: "Because that like a Jack thou keep'st 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:

-fo would I,

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

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This

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 5 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 ftable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, With much ado, at length have gotten leave To look upon my fometime royal master's face. O, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld, In London ftreets, that coronation day,

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 ftill perfift in the old reading. JOHNSON.

It should be remembered that the word fad was in the time of our author used for grave. The expreffion will then be the fame as if he had faid, that grave, that gloomy villain. So, in Holinfhed, 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 fo often hath beftrid;
That horse, that I fo carefully have dress'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 horse;
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 first, as thou wert wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; fir Pierce of Exton, Who late came from the king, commands the contrary.

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

by jauncing Bolingbroke.] Jaunce and jaunt were fynonimous words. B. Jonfon uies 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 ftrikes him down. That hand fhall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers 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 spilt; 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.

North. First to thy facred state wifh I all happiness. The next news is,-I have to London fent

The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent:
The manner of their taking may appear
At large difcourfed in this paper here.

[Prefenting a paper.

Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.

Enter Fitzwater.

Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford fent to London The heads of Brocas, and fir Bennet Seely; Two of the dangerous conforted traitors, That fought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, fhall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.

Enter Percy, with the bishop of Carlisle.

Percy. The grand confpirator, abbot of Weftminfter,

With clog of confcience, and four melancholy,
Hath yielded up his body to the grave;
But here is Carlisle living, to abide

Thy kingly doom, and fentence of his pride.
Boling, Carlisle, this is your doom :-

Chufe out fome fecret place, fome reverend room,
More than thou haft, and with it joy thy life;
So, as thou liv'ft in peace, die free from ftrife;
For though mine enemy thou haft ever been,
High fparks of honour in thee have I seen,

Enter Exton, with a coffin.

Exton. Great king, within this coffin I prefent
Thy bury'd fear: herein all breathlefs lies
The mightieft of thy greatest enemies,
Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought.

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read:

of Salisbury, Spenfer, Blunt, and Kent:] The quartos of Oxford, Salisbury, and Kent. STEEVENS.

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Boling.