Swell'ft thou, proud heart? I'll give thee fcope to beat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.

Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bolingbroke. K. Rich. What muft the King do now? must he submit ?

The King fhall do it. Muft he be depos'd?

go.

The King fhall be contented: muft he lofel 45137)
The name of King? o' God's name, let it
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 dish of wood
My feepter, for a palmer's walking staff;
My fubjects, for a pair of carved faints;
And my large Kingdom, for a little Grave;
A little, little Grave ;- -an obfcure Grave;
Or I'll be bury'd in the King's high way (3),
Some way of common Trade, where Subjects' feet
May hourly trample on their Sovereign's head (4);
For on my heart they tread now, whilft I live;
And, bury'd once, why not upon my head?.
Aumerle, thou weep'ft; my tender hearted coufinan?
We'll make foul weather with defpifed tears; bonito
Our fighs, and they, fhall lodge the fummer corn,
And make a dearth in this revolting Land.
Or fhall we play the Wantons with our woes,
And make fome pretty match, with fhedding tears?

(3) Or I'll be bury'd in the King's bigh-way, buow bu

Some Way of common Trade,] As fpecious as this Reading pears, Mr. Warburton, Mr. Bilbop, and I, all concurr'd in fufpecting it, and in the amendment which now poffeffes the Text;

Some way of common Tread, i, e. a high Road. 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. VER THEOBALD. Dr. Warburton has put tread in his own text, but trade will ferve yery well in the fenfe either of commerce or custom. Har b (4)-on 2. (4) on their Sovereign's head ;] Shakespeare is very apt the pathetick to the ridiculous. Had the fpeech of Richard ended at this line it had exhibited the natural language of fubmiffive mifery, conforming its intention to the prefent fortune, and calmly ending its purposes in death.

to devi

As

As thus, to drop them ftill upon one place,
Till they have fretted us a pair of Graves
Within the earth; and therein laid, there lies
Two kinfmen, digg'd their graves with weeping eyes.
Would not this ill do well?Well, well, I fee

I talk but idly, and you mock at me.

He spor galow [North. advances.

Moft mighty Prince, my lord Northumberland, b
What fays King Bolingbroke? will his Majesty
Give Richard leave to live, till Richard die?
You make a leg, and Bolingbroke fays, ay.

North. My lord, in the bafe court he doth attend
To fpeak with you, may't please you to come down.
K. Rich. Down, down I come; like glift'ring Phaeton,
Wanting the manage of unruly jades.

[North, retires to Bol. 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 Laiks fhould

Boling. What fays his Majefty?

North. Sorrow, and grief of Heart,

Makes him fpeak fondly, like a frantick Man ;

Yet is he come.

Boling. Stand all apart.

[Richard comes to them.

And fhew fair duty to his Majefty.

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 courtefie. Up, coufin, up; your heart is up, I

Thus high at leaft, although your knee be low.

As

[Touching bis own bead. Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own.

K. Rich. Your own is your and I am yours, and all.

Boling. So far be mine, my moft redoubted lord,
my true
ue fervice fhall deferve your love.

K. Rich. Well you deferve. They well deferve to

have,

That

That know the ftrong'ft 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 say, no. [Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE VII.

A Garden, in the Queen's Court.

Enter Queen and two Ladies.

Queen. WH

7HAT fport fhall we devife here in this garden,

WHAT

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 ag againit the bias.

Lady. Madam, we'll dance..

Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight,

When my poor

heart no meafure keeps in grief.

Therefore no dancing, girl; foine other sport.

Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.

Queen. Of forrow, or of joy?

Lady. Of either, Madam.

Queen. Of neither, girl.

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For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of forrow
Or if of grief, being altogether had,
It adds more forrow to my want of joy.
For what I have, I need not to repeat,
And what I want, it boots
ts not to complain.
Lady. Madam, I'll fing..

Queen, 'Tis well, that thou haft caufe,.

But thou fhould't please me better, would't thou weep Lady. I could weep, Madam, would it do you good. Queen. And I could weep, would weeping do me good,

And

And never borrow any tear of thee.
But ftay, here comes the Gardiners.
Let's ftep into the fhadow of thefe trees;
My Wretchedness unto a row of pins,

Enter a Gardener and two Servants.
They'll talk of State; for every one doth fo,
* Against a Change; woe is fore-run with woe.
[Queen and Ladies retire.
Gard. Go, bind thou up yond dangling Apricots,
Which, like unruly children, make their Sire
Stoop with oppreffion of their prodigal weight.
Give fome fupportance to the bending twigs.
Go thou, and, like an executioner,

Cut off the heads of too-faft-growing fprays,
That look too lofty in our Common-wealth;
All must be even in our Government.
You thus imploy'd, I will go root away
The noifom weeds, that without profit fuck
The foil's fertility from wholfom flowers.

Serv. Why fhould we, in the compafs of a pale,
Keep law, and form, and due proportion,
Shewing, as in a model, a firm ftate (5)?
an

* Against a change; woe is fore-run with woE.] But what was there, in the Gardener's talking of State, for matter of fo much oe? Befides, this is intended for a Sentence, but proves a very fimple one. I fuppofe Shakespeare wrote,

woe is fore-run with MOCKS, which has fome meaning in it; and fignifies, that, when great Men are on the decline, their inferiors take advantage of their condition, and treat them without ceremony. And this we find to be the cafe in the following fcene. But the editors were feeking for a rhime. Tho', had they not beep fo impatient, they would have found it giggled to what followed, tho' it did not to what went before. WARBURTON.

There is no need of any emendation. The poet, according to the common doctrine of prognoftication, fuppofes dejection to forerun calamity, and a kingdom to be filled with rumours of forrow when any great difafter is impending. The fenfe is that, public evils are always prefignified by public penfiveness, and plaintive converfation. The conceit of rhyming mocks with apricocks, which I hope Shakespeare knew better how to fpell, fhows that the commentator was refolved not to let his conjecture fall for want of any fupport that he could give it.

(5) OUR firm ftate ? How could he fay our when he immediately fubjoins, that it was infirm? We fhould read,

A firm ftate

WARBURTON.
When

When our Sea-walled garden, the whole Land,
Is full of weeds, her faireft flowers choak'd up,
Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd,
Her knots diforder'd, and her wholfom herbs
Swarming with Caterpillars?
Gard. Hold thy peace.

He, that hath fuffer'd this diforder'd Spring,
Hath now himself met with the Fall of leaf;
The weeds, that his broad fpreading leaves did shelter,
That seem'd, in eating him, to hold him up;
Are pull'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke;
I mean, the Earl of Wiltfbire, Busby, Green.
Serv. What, are they dead?

Gard. They are,

And Bolingbroke hath feiz'd the wafteful King.
What pity is't, that he had not fo trimm'd
And dreft his Land, as we this garden dress,
And wound the bark, the fkin, of our fruit-trees;
Left, being over proud with fap and blood,
With too much riches it confound itself;
Had he done fo to great and growing men,
They might have liv'd to bear, and he to tafte,
Their fruits of duty. All fuperfluous branches
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live;
Had he done fo, himself had borne the Crown,
Which wafte and idle hours have quite thrown down.
Serv. What, think you then, the King shall be de-
pos'd?

Gard. Depreft he is already; and depos'd,
'Tis doubted, he will be. Letters laft night
Came to a dear friend of the Duke of York,
That tell black tidings.

Queen. Oh, I am preft to death, through want of fpeaking.

Thou Adam's likeness, fet to dress this garden,
How dares thy tongue found this unpleafing news?
What Eve, what Serpent hath fuggefted thee,
To make a fecond Fall of curfed man?
Why doft thou fay, King Richard is depos'd?
Dar't thou, thou little better Thing than earth,
Divine his downfal? fay, where, when, and how
Cam'st thou by thefe ill tidings? Speak, thou wretch.

Gard.