York. Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse: Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke! Bespake them thus,-I thank you, countrymen : Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; That had not God, for some strong purpose, The hearts of men, they must perforce, have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him. But heaven hath a hand in these events; Enter AUMERLE. Duch. Here comes my son Aumerle. I will appeach the villain. [Exit Servant. Duch. I will not peace :-What is the inatten son? Aum. Good mother, be content; it is n more Than my poor life must answer. Re-enter Servant, with Boots. York. Bring me my boots, I will unto th king Duch. Strike him, Aumerle.-Poor boy, thoi Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.- Wilt thon conceal this dark conspiracy? Duch. He shall be none; [bin We'll keep him here: Then what is that But that is lost, for being Richard's friend, That strew the green lap of the new-come Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: Aum. If God prevent it not; I purpose so. Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. York. No matter then who sees it: I will be satisfied, let me see the writing. It is a matter of small consequence, Fond woman! were he twenty times my son, Duch. Hadst thou groan'd for him, York. Make way, unruly woman. Spur, post; and get before him to the king, SCENE 111-Windsor-A Room in th Which for some reasons I would not have seen. Enter BOLINGBROKE as King; PERCY, York, Which for some reasons, Sir, I mean to see. For gay apparel, 'gainst the triumph day. York. Bound to himself? what doth he with Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns ther a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.- Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may York. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. [Snatches it, and reads. foul treason -villain! traitor ! slave! Duch. What is the matter, my lord? Treason For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, Percy. My lord, some two days since I York. Ho! who is within there? [Enter a And told him of these triumphs held at And from the common'st creature pluck a Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, glove And wear it as a favour; and with that I see some sparkles of a better hope, Enter AUMERLE, hastily. Aum. Where is the king? Our cousin, that he stares and looks so wildly? Aum. God save your grace. I do beseech your majesty, To have some conference with your grace alone. here aloue. [Exeunt PERCY and LORDS. What is the matter with our cousin now? Aum. For ever may my knees grow to the earth, [Kneels. My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth, Unless a pardon, ere I rise or speak. Boling. Intended or committed, was this If but the first, how heinous ere it be, the key, That no man enter till my tale be done. Thon hast a traitor in thy presence there. Aum. Stay thy revengeful hand; [Drawing. York. [Within.] Open the door, secure, fool- Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face? Enter YORK. Boling. What is the matter, uncle? speak; Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, That we may arm us to encounter it. York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know The treason tirat my haste forbids me show. I do repent me; read not my name there, I tore it from, the traitor's bosom, king: O royal father of a treacherons son! Thou sheer, immaculate, and silver fountain, Hath held his current, and defil'd himself! bawd; And he shall spend mine honour with his As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold. ༄་ The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. Boling. What shrill-voic'd suppliant makes Duch. A woman, and thine aunt, great king, 'tis I. Speak with me, pity me, open the door; A beggar begs, that never begg'd before, And now chang'd to The Beggar and the My dangerous cousin, let your mother in; Duch. O king, believe not this bard-hearted mau; Love, loving not itself, none other can. Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear? Boling. Rise up, good aunt, Duch. Not yet, I thee beseech: For ever will I kneel upon my knees, [Kneels. That mercy, which true prayers ought to have. Duch. Nay, do not say-stand up; meet. • Transparent. + Transgressing. An old ballad. + Do. 1 Excuse me. Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars, With all the rest of that consorted crew,- With being nothing.-Music do I hear? [Mu Ha, ha! keep time :--How sour sweet sic is, When time is broke, and no proportion kept My thoughts are minutes; and, with si Which is the bell: So sighs, and tears, groans, Show minutes, times, and hours but Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy While I stand fooling here, is Jack o'the clo This music mads me, let it sound no more ; For, though it have holpe madinen to wits, In me, it seems it will make wise men mad Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard Is a strange 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. K. Rich. I have been studying how I may What art thou? and how comest thou hither sort, little The better As thoughts of things divine,-are intermix'd As thus,-Come little ones; and then again,- That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, • Forces. Holy scripture Where no man never comes, but that sad That brings me food, to make misfortune I Groom. I was a poor groom of thy s Of that proud man that did usurp back ? Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, his The next news is I have to London sent Boling Enter KEEPER, with a Dish. 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 shall say. [Exit. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; Sir Pierce of Exton, who Lately came from the king, commands the contrary. K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. [Beats the KEEPER. Keep. Help, help, help! Enter EXTON, and Servants, armed. K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude assault? Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's in 1 strument. [Snatching a weapon and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [He kills another, then EXTON strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce band Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land. [high; Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here todie. [Dies. Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood: Both have 1 spilt; O would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE, and YORK, [not. Is that the rebels have consum'd with fire Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. Kent: The manner of their taking may appear thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Enter FITZWATER. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely; Enter PERCY, with the Bishop of CARLISLE, minster, With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. Enter EXTON, with ATTENDANTS bearing a Coffin. Exton. Great king, within this coffin I pre sent Thy buried fear herein all breathless lies Boling. They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, But neither my good word, nor princely fa vour: March sadly after; grace my here, Welcome, my lord: What is the news? mournings [Exeunt. It was long the prevailing opinion that Sir Piers Exton, and others of his guards, fell upon Richard in the eastle of Pomfret, where he was confined, and despatched him with their halberts. But it is more probable that he was starved to death in prison; and it is said that he prolonged his unhappy life for a fortnight, after all sustenance was deared him, before he reached the end of his miseries.---Hume. FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV. LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. SHAKSPEARE wrote this dramatic history about the year 1597, founding it upon six old plays previously p lished. The action commences with Hotspur's defeat of the Scots at Halidown Hill, Sep. 14, 1402; and clo with the defeat and death of that leader at Shrewsbary, July 21, 1403. None of Shakspeare's plays are perh so frequently read, as this and the one which succeeds it; but the want of ladies, and matter to interest males, lies so heavily upon it, that even with an excellent Falstaff, it can only enjoy occasional life upon stage. The speeches of King Henry, though clothed in a fine, stately, and nervous diction, are much long; and a deal of the humour, sparkling as it is, cannot be heard without à blush. The scene of the riers is grossly indecent, and so very low, that it might be rejected without the slightest injury to the pi The choleric Hotspur, and the mad-cap Prince of Wales, are, however, charming portraits; great, origi and just; exhibiting the nicest discernment in the character of mankind, and presenting a moral of very neral application. But the subtle rognery of Falstaff---his laughable soliloquies--his whimsical investigati --and his invincible assumption---(the richer and more ludicrous when opposed to his sneaking cowardice) strokes of dramatic genius which render this fat old man' the leading attraction of the play: and though character is vicious in every respect, he is furnished with so much wit, as to be almost too great a favourit SCENE I.-London.-A Room in the Enter King HENRY, WESTMORELAND, Sir Which,-like the meteors of a troubled hea K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife care, Find we a tiine for frighted peace to pant, blood; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, No more shall cut his master. Therefore, fi To chase these pagans, in those holy fields |