Live in thy fhame, but die not fhame with thee!- [Exit, borne out by his Attendants. K. RICH. And let them die, that age and fullens have; For both haft thou, and both become the grave. He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear K. RICH. Right; you fay true: as Hereford's love, fo his : As theirs, fo mine; and all be as it is. Again, in the 119th: "Love's not Time's fool, though rofy lips and cheeks "Within his bending fickle's compafs come." It may be mentioned, however, that crooked is an epithet be ftowed on age in the tragedy of Locrine, 1595: "Now yield to death o'erlaid by crooked age." Locrine has been attributed to Shakspeare; and in this paffage quoted from it, no allufion to a fcythe can be fuppofed. Our poet's expreffions are fometimes confused and abortive. STEEVENS. Again, in A Flourish upon Fancie, by N. B. [Nicholas Breton,] 1577: Who, when that he a while hath bin in fancies schoole, "Doth learne in his old crooked age to play the doting foole." MALONE. Shakspeare had probably two different but kindred ideas in his mind; the bend of age, and the fickle of time, which he confounded together. M. MASON. 5 Love they] That is, let them love. JOHNSON. 69 'Befeech your majefty,] The old copies redundantly read"I do befeech," &c. Mr. Ritfon would regulate the paffage differently (and perhaps rightly,) by omitting the words-in him: I do befeech your majesty, impute His words to wayward ficklinefs and age. STEEVENS. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.7 NORTH. My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty. K. RICH. What says he now ? NORTH. Nay, nothing; all is faid: His tongue is now a ftringlefs inftrument; Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent. YORK. Be York the next that must be bankrupt fo! Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. K. RICH. The ripest fruit first falls, and fo doth he; His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be :9 And for thefe great affairs do ask fome charge, "Northumberland.] was Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland. WALPOLE. 8 What fays he now?] I have fupplied the adverb-now, (which is wanting in the old copy,) to complete the measure. STEEVENS. 9- our pilgrimage muft be:] That is, our pilgrimage is yet to come. M. MASON. I where no venom elfe,] This alludes to a tradition that St. Patrick freed the kingdom of Ireland from venomous reptiles of every kind. So, in Decker's Honeft Whore, P. II. 1630: that Irish Judas, 66 "Bred in a country where no venom profpers, Again, in Fuimus Troes, 1633: “As Irish earth doth poifon poisonous beafts." See alfo, Thomas Lupton's Fourth Book of Notable Things, 4to. bl. 1. STEEVENS. Towards our affiftance, we do feize to us YORK. How long fhall I be patient? Ah, how long Shall tender duty make me fuffer wrong? 2 Of whom thy father, prince of Wales, was first; Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke About his marriage,] When the duke of Hereford, after his banishment, went into France, he was honourably entertained at that court, and would have obtained in marriage the only daughter of the duke of Berry, uncle to the French king, had not Richard prevented the match. STEEVENS. 3 Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours;] i. e. when he was of thy age. MALONE. K. RICH. Why, uncle, what's the matter? Take Hereford's rights away, and take from time His livery, and deny his offer'd homage,4 K. RICH. Think what you will; we feize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands. YORK. I'll not be by, the while: My liege, fare well: What will enfue hereof, there's none can tell; [Exit. deny his offer'd homage,] That is, refufe to admit the homage, by which he is to hold his lands. JOHNSON. K. RICH. GO, Bufhy, to the earl of Wiltshire ftraight; Bid him repair to us to Ely-house, To fee this bufinefs: To-morrow next We will for Ireland; and 'tis time, I trow; NORTH. Well, lords, the duke of Lancaster is dead. Ross. And living too; for now his fon is duke. WILLO. Barely in title, not in revenue. NORTH. Richly in both, if justice had her right. Ross. My heart is great; but it must break with filence, Ere't be difburden'd with a liberal tongue. NORTH. Nay, fpeak thy mind; and let him ne'er fpeak more, That speaks thy words again, to do thee harm! WILLO. Tends that thou'dst speak, to the duke of Hereford? If it be fo, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear, to hear of good towards him. Ross. No good at all, that I can do for him; Unless you call it good, to pity him, Bereft and gelded of his patrimony. NORTH. Now, afore heaven, 'tis fhame, fuch In him a royal prince, and many more |