K. Rich. Farewel, my lord; fecurely I efpy Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancafter and Derby, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, 2 Her. Here ftandeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found falfe and recreant, Attending but the Signal to begin. Mar. Sound, Trumpets; and fet forward, Comba tants. [4 Charge founded. -But ftay, the King hath thrown his warder down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their fpears, And Both return back to their chairs again : Draw near; A long Flourish; after which, the King And lift, what with our Council we have done. Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour fwords; [7 And for we think, the eagle-winged pride 7 And for we think, the eagle-winged pride, &c.] Thefe five verfes are omitted in the other editions, and reftored from the first of 1598. Mr. Pope. Of Of fky-afpiring and ambitious thoughts 8 To wake our Peace, which in our country's cradle Till twice five Summers have enrich'd our fields, But tread the ftranger paths of Banishment. 8 To wake our Peace. -which thus rouz'd up Might fright fair Peace.] Thus the fentence ftands in the common reading, abfurdly enough which made the Oxford Editor, inftead of, fright fair Peace, read, be affrighted; as if thefe latter words could ever, poffibly, have been blundered into the former by tranfcribers. But his bufinefs is to alter as his fancy leads him, not to reform errors, as the text and rules of criticism direct. In a word, then, the true original of the blunder was this: The Editors, before Mr. Pope, had taken their Editions from the Folios, in which the text ftood thus, the dire afpect Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour fwords; fright fair Peace. This is fenfe. But Mr. Pope, who carefully examined the first printed plays in Quarto, (very much to the advantage of his Edi tion) coming to this place, found five lines, in the first Edition of this play printed in 1598, omitted in the first general collection of the poet's works; and not enough attending to their agreement with the common text, put them into their place. Whereas, in truth, the five lines were omitted by Shakespear himself, as not agreeing to the reft of the context; which, on revise, he thought fit to alter. On this account I have put them into hooks, not as fpurious, but as rejected on the author's revife; and, indeed, with great judgment; for, To wake our Peace, which in our country's cradle Draws the fweet infant breath of gentle fleep. as pretty as it is in the image, is abfurd in the fenfe: For Peace awake is still Peace, as well as when afleep. The difference is, that Peace afleep gives one the notion of a happy people funk in floth and luxury, which is not the idea the speaker would raife, nd from which ftate, the fooner it was awaked the better. Boling. Your will be done: this must my comfort be, That Sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me : And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my Banishment. K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier Doom, Which I with fome unwillingness pronounce. The fly-flow hours fhall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile : The hopeless word, of never to return, Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. Mowb. A heavy Sentence, my moft fovereign Liege, As to be caft forth in the common air, Or, like a cunning Inftrument cas'd up, ** Or being open, put into his hands "That knows no touch to tune the harmony. What is thy Sentence then, but speechless death, Mowb. Then thus I turn me from my Country's light, To dwell in folemn fhades of endless night. K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with ye. 9 It boots thee not to be compaffionate; ] compaffionate, for plaintive. (Our 1 (Our part therein we banish with your felves,) You never fhall, (fo help you truth, and heav'n!) This low'ring tempeft of your home-bred hate; To plot, contrive, or complot any Ill, 'Gainft us, our State, our Subjects, or our Land. Boling. I fwear. Mowb. And I, to keep all this. Boling. Norfolk, fo far, as to mine enemy: Morb. No, Bolingbroke; if ever I were traitor, My Name be blotted from the Book of life, And I from heaven banish'd as from hence! But what thou art, heav'n, thou, and I do know, And all too foon, I fear, the King shall rue. Farewel, my Liege; now no way can I stray, Save back to England; all the world's my way. [Exit. SCENE V. K. Rich. Uncle, even in the glaffes of thine eyes I fee thy grieved heart, thy fad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away; fix frozen winters spent, Return with Welcome home from Banishment. 1 (Our part therein we banish with your felves,)] It is a queftion much debated amongst the writers of the Law of Nations, whether a banish'd man be ftill tied in allegiance to the ftate which fent him into exile. Tully and Lord Chancellor Clarendon declare for the affirmative: Hobbs and Puffendorf hold the negative. Our author, by this line, feems to be of the fame opinion. C 5 Boling. Boling. How long a time lies in one little word! Gaunt. I thank my Liege, that in regard of me For ere the fix years, that he hath to spend, K. Rich. Why, uncle? thou haft many years to live. ; Gaunt. Things, fweet to tafte, prove in digestion fow'r : You urg'd me as a judge; but I had rather, To fmooth his Fault, I would have been more mild: K. Rich. Coufin, farewel; and, uncle, bid him fo: Six years we banish him, and he fhall go. [Flourish. [Exit. 2 A partial flander, &c.] These two lines added from the first Edition. Mr. Pope. SCENE |