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Which his triumphant father's hand had won ;
His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood,
But bloody with the enemies of his kin.
O, Richard! York is too far gone with grief,
Or else he never would compare between.

K. Rich. Why, uncle, what's the matter?
York.

O, my liege,
Pardon me, if you please ; if not, I, pleased
Not to be pardoned, am content withal.
Seek you to seize, and gripe into your hands,
The royalties and rights of banished Hereford ?
Is not Gaunt dead ? and doth not Hereford live?
Was not Gaunt just ? and is not Harry true ?
Did not the one deserve to have an heir ?
Is not his heir a well-deserving son ?
Take Hereford's rights away, and take from time
His charters, and his customary rights;
Let not to-morrow then ensue to-day;
Be not thyself, for how art thou a king,
But by fair sequence and succession ?
Now, afore God (God forbid, I say true!)
If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights,
Call in the letters patent that he hath
By his attorneys-general to sue
His livery,' and deny his offered homage,
You pluck a thousand dangers on your head,
You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts,
And prick my tender patience to those thoughts
Which honor and allegiance cannot think.

K. Rich. Think what you will; we seize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands.

York. I'll not be by the while; my liege, farewell. What will ensue hereof, there's none can tell ; But by bad courses may be understood, That their events can never fall out good. [Exit.

attorney Leny his overs on hearts,

1 On the death of every person who held by knight's service, his heir, if under age, became a ward of the king's; but if of age, he had a right to sue out a writ of ouster le main, i. e. livery, that the king's hand might be taken off, and the land delivered to him. To "deny his offered homage" was to refuse to admit the homage by which he was to hold his lands.

K. Rich. Go, Bushy, to the earl of Wiltshire straight; Bid him repair to us to Ely-house, To see this business. To-morrow next We will for Ireland ; and 'tis time, I trow; And we create, in absence of ourself, Our uncle York lord governor of England, For he is just, and always loved us well.— Come on, our queen; to-morrow must we part; Be merry, for our time of stay is short. [Flourish.

[Exeunt King, Queen, Bushy, AUMERLE,

GREEN, and Bagot. North. Well, lords, the duke of Lancaster is dead. Ross. And living too; for now his son 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

silence, Ere't be disburdened with a liberal tongue. North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er

speak more, That speaks thy words again, to do thee harm! Willo. Tends that thou wouldst speak, to the duke

of Hereford ? If it be so, 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 shame, such wrongs

are borne, In him a royal prince, and many more Of noble blood in this declining land. The king is not himself, but basely led By flatterers; and what they will inform, Merely in hate 'gainst any of us all, That will the king severely prosecute 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. Ross. The commons hath he pilled' with grievous taxes,

1 Pillaged.

And quite lost their hearts; the nobles hath he fined
For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.

Willo. And daily new exactions are devised;
As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what.
But what, o'God's name, doth become of this ?
North. Wars have not wasted it, for warred he hath

not,
But basely yielded, upon compromise,
That which his ancestors achieved with blows.
More hath he spent in peace, than they in wars.

Ross. The earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm.
Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken

man.

North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth over him.

Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars,
His burdenous taxations notwithstanding,
But by the robbing of the banished duke.

North. His noble kinsman; most degenerate king!
But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing,
Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm.
We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

Ross. We see the very wreck that we must suffer;
And unavoided is the danger now,
For suffering so the causes of our wreck.
North. Not so; even through the hollow eyes of

death,
I spy life peering; but I dare not say
How near the tidings of our comfort is.
Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost

ours.
Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland:
We three are but thyself; and, speaking so,
Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold.
North. Then thus :- I have from Port le Blanc,

.

a bay

1 Stow records that Richard II.“ compelled all the religious, gentlemen, and commons, to set their seales to blankes, to the end he might, if it pleased him, oppress them severally, or all at once; some of the commons paid bim 1000 marks, some 1000 pounds," &c.

In Brittany, received intelligence,
That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham,
[The son of Richard, earl of Arundel,
That late broke from the duke of Exeter,
His brother, archbishop late of Canterbury,
Sir Thomas Erpingham, sir John Ramston,
Sir John Norbery, sir Robert Waterton, and Francis

Quoint,-
All these well furnished by the duke of Bretagne,
With eight tall ships, three thousand men of war,
Are making hither with all due expedience,
And shortly mean to touch our northern shore.
Perhaps, they had ere this; but that they stay
The first departing of the king for Ireland.
If then we shall shake off our slavish yoke,
Imp? out our drooping country's broken wing,
Redeem from broking pawn the blemished crown,
Wipe off the dust that hides our sceptre's gilt,
And make high majesty look like itself,
Away, with me, in post to Ravenspurg.
But if you faint, as fearing to do so,
Stay, and be secret, and myself will go.
Řoss. To horse, to horse! Urge doubts to them

that fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The same.

A Room in the Palace.

Enter Queen, Bushy, and Bagot.
Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad.
You promised, when you parted with the king,
To lay aside life-harming heaviness,
And entertain a cheerful disposition.

1 The line in brackets, which was necessary to complete the sense, has been supplied upon the authority of Holinshed. Something of a similar import must have been omitted by accident in the old copies.

2 When the wing-feathers of a hawk were dropped or forced out by any accident, it was usual to supply as many as were deficient. This operation was called “to imp a hawk.'

Queen. To please the king, I did ; to please myself, I cannot do it; vet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard. Yet, again, methinks, Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Is coming towards me ; and my inward soul With nothing trembles : at something it grieves, More than with parting from my lord the king, Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty

shadows, Which show like grief itself, but are not so; For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects; Like perspectives,' which, rightly gazed upon, Show nothing but confusion; eyed awry, Distinguish form. So your sweet majesty, Looking awry upon your lord's departure, Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail ; Which, looked on as it is, is nought but shadows Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen, More than your lord's departure weep not; more's not

seen;
Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,
Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary.

Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward soul
Persuades me it is otherwise. Howe'er it be,
I cannot but be sad : so heavy sad,
As—though, in thinking, on no thought I think 2-
Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.

Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.
Queen. 'Tis nothing less. Conceit is still derived

1 This may have reference to that kind of optical delusion called ana. morphosis ; which is a perspective projection of a picture, so that at one point of view, it shall appear a confused mass, or different to what it really is; in another, an exact and regular representation. Sometimes it is made to appear confused to the naked eye, and regular when viewed in a glass or mirror of a certain form.

2 The old copies have “ on thinking,” which is an evident error: we should read, “ As though in thinking ; " i. e. " though musing, I have no idea of calamity.” The involuntary and unaccountable depression of the mind which every one has sometimes felt, is here very forcibly described.

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