Obrazy na stronie

Dutch. Why then, I will. Farewel, old Gaunt! And by the grace of God, and this mine arm, Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold

To prove him, in defending of myself, Our cousin Hereford and feil Mou bray fight: A traitor to my God, my king, and me: O, fit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's 'j'éar, And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven ! That it may enter hutcher Mowbray's brenii! Trumpets found. Enter Boling broke, appellant, in Or if misfortune miss the first career,

armour. Be Mowbray's fins fo heavy in his bosom,

K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, That they may break his foaming courser's back, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither And throw the rider headlong in the lifts,

Thus plated in babiliments of war ; A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford !' And formally according to our law Farewel, old Gaunt; thy fometime brother's wife Depose him in the justice of his cause. With her companion grief must end her life. Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com'ft Gaunt. Sifter, farewel : I must to Coventry :

thou hither, As much good stay with thee, as go with me! Before king Richard, in his royal lists: [To Boling. Dutcb. Yet one word more ;--Grief boundeth Against whom comes thou? and what's thy quarrel? where it falls,

Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven ! Not with the empty hollowness, but weight : Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and I take my leave before I have begun;

Derby, For forrow ends not, when it seemeth done. Am I'; who ready here do stand in arms, Commend me to my brother, Edmund York. |To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, Lo, this is all :-Nay, yet depart not to ;

In lifts, on Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, Though this be all, do not so quickly go ;

That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous,
I shall remember more. Bid him--oh, what? - To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me;
With all good speed at Plashy visit me.

And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven!
Alack, and what thall good old York there see, Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold,
But empty lodgings, and unfurnish'd walls, Or daring-hardy, as to touch the lifts;
Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?

Except the marshal, and such officers And what hear there for welcome, but my groans : Appointed to direct these fair designs. Therefore commend me; let him not come there, Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my soveTo seek out forrow, that dwells every where :

reign's hand, Desolate, desolate, will I hence, and die, And bow my knee before his majesty : The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men

[Excunt. That vow a long and weary pilgrimage ;
SCENE 111.

Then let us take a ceremonious leave,
Tbc Lifs at Coventry.

And loving farewel, of our several friends.
Enter the Lord Marshal and Aumerle. 1 Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your high-
Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Herefordarm'd:


To K. Rich. Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in. And craves to kiss your band, and take his leave.

Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, K. Rich. We will descend and fold him in our Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.

arms. Aum. Why then, the champions are prepar'd, Cousin of Hereford, as thy caufe is right, and stay

So be thy fortune in this royal fight! For nothing but his majesty's approach. [Flourish. Farewel, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, The trumpers found, and the King enters with Gaunt, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

Busby, Bagot, and others: when they are selo Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear enter the Duke of Norfolk in armour.

For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear : K. Rich. Marthal, demand of yonder champion As confident, as is the faulcon's fight The cause of his arrival here in arms :

Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.Ask him his name; and orderly proceed

My loving lord, I take my leave of you ;To swear him in the justice of his cause.

JOf you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle ; Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say who Not sick, although I have to do with death ;

[To Mobray. But lusty, young, and chearly drawing breath.And why thou com'ft, thus knightly clad in arms; Lo, as at Englith feasts, so I regreet Againg what man thou com'lt, and what thy quarrel: The daintieft last, to make the end most sweet : Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath, Oh thou, the earthly author of my blood, And so defend thee heaven, and thy valour!

. [To Gauzi. Mob. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Who hither come engaged by my oath, Norfolk ; Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up (Which heaven defend a knight should violate!) To reach at victory above my head,Both to defend my loyalty and truth,

Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ; To God, my king, and his succeeding iffue, And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me; That it may enter Mowbray's waxen" coat,

thou art,

1 Mr. Steevens observes on this passage, that i waxen may mean either Jost, and consequently denety zble, or flexible. The brigandines or coats of mail, then in ufe, were composed of small pieces of itecl quilted over one another, and yet to flexible as to accommodate the dress they form to every motion of the body."

And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt, And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son.

Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour's sword, Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee (3 And for we think, the eagle-winged pride prosperous !

Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, Be swift like lightning in the execution ;

With rival-hating envy, set you on And let thy biows, doubly redoubled,

To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Fall like amazing thunder on the casque

Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle seep ;] Of thy adverse pernicious enemy :

Which so rouz'd up with boisterous untun'd drums, Rouze up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. And harsh-resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, Boling. Mine innocency, and saint George to And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, thrive!

Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace, Mowb. However heaven, or fortune, cast my And make us wade even in our kindred's blood, lot,

(throne, Therefore, we banilh you our territories.-There lives, or dies, true to king Richard's You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, A loyal, just, and upright gentleman :

'Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields, Never did captive with a freer heart

Shall not regreet our fair dominions, Caft off his chains of bonklage, and embrace But tread the stranger paths of banishment. His golden uncontrould enfranchisement, | Boling. Your will be done : This must my More than my dancing soul doth celebrate

con fort beg----This feast of battle with mine adversary.

That sun, that warms you here; Mall shine on me; Moft mighty liege,--and my companion peers, And thote his golden beams, to you here lent, Take from my mouth the with of happy years : Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. As gentle, and as jocund, as to jest,

K.Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Gol to fight ; truth hath a quiet breast.

Which I with some unwillingness pronounce : K. Rich. Farewel, my lord : fecurely I elpy The fly-flow hours Thail not determinate Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.

The dateless limit of thy dear exile ;Order the trial, Marshal, and begin.

The hopeless word of-never to return,
Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
Receive thy lance; and heaven defend the right! Mozub. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,

Boling. Strong as a tower in hope, I cry--Amen. And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth:
Mar. Go bear this lance to Thomas duke of A dearer merit + not so deep a maim

(by, As to be cast forth in the common air, 1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Der- Have I deserved at your highness' hand. Stands here for God, His sovereign, and himself, The language I have learn'd these forty years, On pain to be found false and recreant,

My native English, now I must forego :
To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, And now my tongue's use is to me no more
A traitor to his God, his king, and him,

Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ;
And dares him to set forward to the fight.

Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up,
2 Her: Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of Or, being open, put into his hands
On pain to be found falle a:id recreant, Norfolk, That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Both to defend himse'f, and to approve

Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue;
Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lijs;
To God, his sovereign, and to him; disloyal ; And dull, uofeeling, barren ignorance
Courageously, and with a free desire,

Is made my gaoler to attend on me. Attending but the signal to begin. [Acbarge funded. I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Mar. Sound, trumpets ; and set forward, com- Too far in years to be a pupil now ; batants.

What is thy sentence then, but speechless death, Stay, the king has thrown his warder 2 down. Which rubs my tongueftom breathing native breath? K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets, and their K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionates; spears,

After our sentence, plaining comes too late. And both return back to their chairs again:

Mowb. Then thius I turn nie from my country's Withdraw with us ;-and let the trumpets found,

light, While we return these dukes what we decree. - To dwell in folemn shades of endless night:

(A long flourish; after which, the king K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with thee. Speaks to the combatants.

Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands; Draw near,

Swear by the duty that you owe to heaven, And lift, what with our council we have done. Our part therein we banish with yourselves) For that our kingdom's earth should not be foild To keep the oath that we administer :With that dear blood which it hath fostered, You never İhall (fo help you truth and heaven!)

" Mr. Farmer remarks, that to jef sometimes signifies in old language to play a part in a mask. 2 A warder appears to have been a kind of truncheon carried by the person who prefided at these firgle combatsi '3 Mr. Pope restored the le five verses from the first edition of 1598. 4 Inftcad of zerit Dr. Johnson proposes to read, “ a dearer meed," or rouard-- have I deserved, &c. 5 ConnAthenate for plainlize,


Embrace each other's love in banishment ; But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue,
Nor ever look upon each other's face ;

Against my will, to co myself this wrong :
Nor ever write, regreet, nor reconcile

A partial flander 2 fought I to avoid, This lowering tempest of your homc-bred hate ; And in the sentence my own life destroy'd. fro; Nor never by advised purpose meet,

K. Rieb. Cousin, farewel :--and, uncle, bid him To plot, contrive, or complot any ill,

Six years we banith him, and he shall go. [Flourish. 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.

: [Exit. Bolirg. I twear.

clum. Cousin, farewel : what presence must not Mowb. And I, to keep all this.

| From u here you do remain, let peper show. (know, Baling, Norfolk,afo far as to mine enemy'; Mar. My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, Ry this time, had the kirs permitted lis,

As far as land will let me, by your side. [words, One of our fou's lind wander'd in the air,

Gauns. Oh, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our ish,

That thou return'It no greeting to thy friends ? As now our fleth is banith'd from this hand :

Boliry. I have too few to take my leave of you, Confess thy tregions, cre thou fly this realm; When the tongue's office should be prodigal Since thou haft far to go, beai not along

| To breathe the abundant doiour of the heart. The clogging burthen of a guilty soul.

Grunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a time. Miowb, No, Bolingbroke; if ever I were traitor, Bollis. Joy abfent, grief is present for that time. My name be blotted from the book of life,

Gauris. l'hat is six winters ? they are quickly gone. And I from heaven banish'd, as fi om hence ! Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes one But what thou art, heaven, thou, and I do know;

hour ten.

. [fure. And all too soon, I fear, the king hall rue.

Gauni. Call it a travel that thou tak’ft for pleaFarewel, my liege:--Vow no way can 1 stray; | Boling. My heart will sigh, when I miscall it so Save back to England, all the world's my way. Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage.

[Exie. Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps K. Rih. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes Esteem a foil, wherein thou art to set I see thy grieved heart: thy fad aspect

The precious jewel of thy home-return. Hath from the number of his banish'd years

Boling. Nay, rather every tedious stride I make Pluck'd four away ;-Six frozen winters spent, Will but remember me, what a deal of world

(To Boling. I wander from the jewels that I love. Return with welcome home from banishment." Muft I not serve a long apprenticehood

Boling. How long a time lies in one little word! To foreign passages ; and in the end,
Four lagging winters, and four wanton (prings, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else,
End in a word : Such is the breath of kings. But that I was a journeyman to grief?

Gaunt. I thank my liege, that in regard of me, Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven vifits, He thortens four years of my son's exile :

Are to a wise man ports and happy havens : But little vantage shall I reap thereby;

Teach thy neceflity to reason thus ; For, ere the fix years, that he hath to spend, There is no virtue hike neceflity. Can change their moons, and bring ther time about, Think not, the king did banish thee; My oil-dry'd lmp, and tinberraited isht, But thou the king : Woc doth the heavier fit, Shall be extinct with ag?, and en lless night; Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. My inch of taper will be burnt and done,

Go say--1 sent thee forth to purchase honour, And blindfold death not lui me see my son. And not--the king exil'd thee : or support,

K. Rich. Why, uncle, hou haft many years to live. Devouring peftilenice hangs in our air,

Gaunt.But not a minute, king, tha thoucan't give: And thou art flying to a frother clime. Shorten my days thou can'st with fullen forrow, Look, what thy foul holds dear, imagine it And pluck nights from me, but not led a morrow: To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'ft: Thou can't help time to furrow me with age, Suppofe the finging birds, musicians; [ftrow'd ; But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage;

The grafs whereon thou tread'nt, the presence Thy word is current with him for my death; The flowers, fair ladies ; and thy steps, no more But, dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath. |Thun å delightful measure or a dance :

K. Rich. Thy son is banish'd upon good advice, For gnarling forrow hath less power to bite Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave; The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Why at our justice seem'st thou then tolour: [four. Boling. Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,

Gaunt. Things sweet to taste, prove in digestion By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ?
You urg'd me as a judge; but I h:d rather, Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
You would have bid ore argue like a father :- By bare imagination of a feast?
O, had it been a stranger, not my child,

Or wallow naked in December snow,
To smooth his fault I would have bee more mik? ; By tiuking on fantastic summer's heat:
Alas, I look'd, when some of you Mould tay, Oh, no! the apprehension of the good
I was too strict, to make mine on a away ; Gives bui the greater feeling to the worse :

i Dr. Johnson understan«!s this paflate thus : " Vorfolk. Po far I have addrefied myfilf to thee es to mine enemy, I now utter my lait words with kindness and icnderneis, confefs thy Treafuns." 2 1.e. the rifirack of partiality.


Fell forrow's tooth doth never rankle more, How he did seem to dive into their hearts,
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the fore. With humble and familiar courtesy;
Gaunt. Come, come, my fon, I'll bring thce on What reverence he did throw away on Alaves ;
thy way :

Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles,
Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. And patient underbearing of his fortune,
Boling. Then, England's ground, farewel ; sweet As 'twere, to banish their affects with him.
foil, adieu ;

ON goes his bonnet to an oyster-Wench; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! A brace of dray-men bidGod speed him well, W ere-e'er I wander, boalt of this I can,

And had the tribute of his supple knee, friends;" — Though banith'd, yet a true-born Englishman. With--> Thanks, my countrymen, my loving

- [Excunt. As were our England in reversion his, SC EN E IV.

And he our subjects' next degree in hope.

Green. Well, he is gone ; and with him go there The Court.

thoughts. Enter King Ricbard, and Bagot, &c. at one door, Now for the rebels, which stand out in Ireland ;-and the Lord dumerle at the otber.

Expedient' manage must be made, my liege; K. Ricb. We did observe.-Cousin Aumerle, Ere further leisure yield them further means, How far brought you high Hereford on his way? For their advantage, and your highness' lofs. Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call him K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this war. fo,

And, for our coffers—with too great a court, But to the next high-way, and there I left him. And liberal largefs,--are grown fomewhat light, K. Rich. And say, what store of parting tears We are enforc'd to farm our royal realm; were shed

(wind, The revenue whereof shall furnish us Aum. 'Faith, none by me : except the north-east For our affairs in hand : If that come short, Which then blew bitterly against our faces, Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters ; Awak'd the fleepy rheum; and so, by chance, Whereto, when they shall know what men are Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.

rich, K. Rich. What said our cousin, when you They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold, parted with him?

And send them after to supply our wants ;
Aum. Farewel :

For we will make for Ireland presently.
And for my heart disdained that my tongue
Should lo prophane the word, that taught me craft

Enter Bushy.
To counterfeit oppreifion of iuch grief,

K. Rich. Bushy, what news?

[lord; That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave. Buby. Old John of Gaunt is grievous fick, my Marry, would the word farewel have lengthen'd Suddenly taken ; and hath sent poft-haste, hours,

To intreat your majesty to visit him. And added years to his short baoishment,

K. Ricb. Where lies he? He should have had a volume of farewels;

Bujhy. At Ely-house.

[mind, But since it would not, he had none of me.

K. Rich. Now put it, heaven, in his phytician's K. Ricb. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis To help him to his grave immediately! doubt,

The lining of his coffers thall make coats When time shall call him home from banishment, To deck our foldiers for these Irish wars.Whether our kinsman come to see his friends. Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him : Ourself, and Burhy, Bagot here, and Green, Pray heaven, we may make hafte, and come too Observ'd his courtship to the common people :



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Gaunt, Oh, but they say the tongues of dying London.


Inforce attention, like deep harmony :
A room in Ely-house.

Where words are scarce they are seldom spent in Gaart brought in fick: with the Duke of York.

vain ; Gauni. W ILL the king come that I may For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in breathe my last

He, that no more must say, is listen'd more [pain. In wholesome counsel to his unftay'd youth. Than they whom youth and ease have taught to Tork. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with

glose ;

fore : your breath;

More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives beFor all in vain comes counsel to his ear. | The setting fun, and music at the clof,

ii. e. expeditious.

Le 2

As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; How happy then, were my ensuing death!
Writ in remembrance, more than things long past : Enter King Richard, Queen, Aumer le, Bullay, Green,
Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear,

Baght, Ross, and Willougbby.
My death's sad tale may yet undcaf his ear. (sounds, York. The king is come : deal mildly with his
York. No; it is stop'd with other flattering

youth; As, praises of his state : then, there are found For young hot colts, being rag'd, do rage the more. Lascivious meeters '; to whose venom'd found Queen. How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster? The open ear of youth doth always listen :

X. Rich. What comfort, man? How is't with Report of fashions in proud Italy ;

aged Gaunt: Whose manners ftill our tardy apish nation

Gaun. Oh, how that name befits my compofition! Limys after, in base imitation.

Old Gaunt, indeed; and gaunt in being old : Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity, Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast ; (So it be new, there's no respect how vile)

And who abstains from meat, that is not gaunt? That is not quickly buzz’d into his ears?

For Teeping England long time have I watch'd ; Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt : Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard 2. The pleasure that some fathers feed upon, Direct not him, whose way himself will chuse 3; Is my strict fast, I mean-my children's looks ; 'Tis breath thou lack'it, and that breath wilt thou And, therein fasting, thou hast made me gaunt : lose.

Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Gaunt. Methinks, I am a prophet new inspir'd; Whole hollow womb inherits nought but bones. And thus, expiring, do foretell of him :

K. Rich. Can fick meri play so nicely with their His rafb + fierce blaze of riot cannot lait;

names? For vi lent fires foon burn out themselves : Gaunt. No, misery makes sport to mock itself : Small fiowers last long, but sudden storms are short ; Since thou doft seek to kill my name in me, He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes; I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee. With eager feeding, food doth choak the feeder: K. Rich. Should dying men flatter with those Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,

that live? Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

Gaunt. No, no ; men living flatter those that die. This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd ifle, K. Rich. Thou, now a dying, fay'ft--thou flatThis earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

ter'st me. This other Eden, demy paradise ;

Gaunt, Oh ! no; thou dy'st, though I the sicker This fortress, built by nature for herself,

K. Rich. I am in health, I breathe, I see thee Against infections, and the hand of war ;


(ill ; This happy breed of men, this little world ; Gaunt. Now, He that made me, knows I see thes This precious stone set in the silver fea,

Ill in myself to fee, and in thee feeira; ill. Which ferves it in the office of a wall,

Thy dezh-bed is no leffer than the land, Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Wherein thou lieft in reputation sick;
Against the envy of less happier lands;

And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, Giv'lt thy anointed body to the cure
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Of those physicians that first wounded thee:
Feard for their breed, and famous by their birth, A thousand Aatterers fit within thy crown,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home, Whole compass is no bigger than thy head ;
For Christian-service, and true chivalry,

And yet, incaged in so imall a verge,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jeury,

The waste is no whit leffer than thy land. .Of the world's ransom, blefied Mary's fon ; Oh, had thy grandfire, with a prophet's eye,

This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons, Dear for her reputation through the world, From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame; Is now leas d out (1 die pronouncing it)

Deposing thee before thou wert posiels'd, Like to a tenement, or pelting 6 farın :

| Who art potless'd now to dcpose thyself. England, bound in with the triumphant sea, | Why, coutin, wert thou regent of the world, Whose rocky fhore beats back the envious fiege It were a shame, to let this land by lease : Of watry Neptune, is now bound in with thame, But, for thy world, enjoying but this land, With inky blois, and rotten parchment bonds; Is it not more than thame, to shame it so?

That England, that was wont to conquer others, Landlord of England art thou now, not king: Hath made a thamerul conqueft of irrelt:

Tly 1tate of law is bond-Ilave to the law 8 ; Ah! would the scandal vanith with my life, And


1;. e. metres, or terses. 2 Meaning, where the will rebels against the understanding. 3i. e. will follow his own course. 43. e. haits, violent. Si. e: dpainit pestilence. i. e. mean, paltry. 7 Alluding to the great forms raised upon the subject by loans and other exactions, in this reigo. 9 Dr. Johnfon intcrprets thus pallage thus : " By letting the rovalties to farm thou haft reduced thyleitina itate below fovereignty; thou art now no longer king but lurdlord of England, subje&t to the same retlaint and limitations as other landlords; by making thy condition a Rate of law, a condition upon which the common rule of law can operate, thou art become a bond-slave to the law; thou hast made thy felt amenable to laws from which thou went originally exempt."

K, Ricb

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