Within the earth; and therein laid, there lies Two kinfmen, digg'd their Graves with weeping eyes. [North, advances. 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 bafe, To come at traitors' Calls, and do them grace. In the bafe court come down? down,court; down, King; For Night-owls fhriek, where mounting Larks fhould fing 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 Majesty. My gracious lord [Kneels. K. Rich. Fair coufin, you debafe your princely knce, To make the bafe earth proud with kiffing it. [Touching his own head. Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my moft redoubted lord, As my true fervice fhall deferve your love. F 2 K. Rich. K. Rich. Well you deserve.-They well deferve to have, That know the strong'ft and fureft way to get. Set on towards London. Coufin, is it so? Boling. Yea, my good lord. K. Rich. Then I must not fay, no. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE VII. A Garden, in the Queen's Court. Enter Queen and two Ladies, Queen. WHAT fport fhall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? Queen. 'Twill make me think, the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune runs against the bias. Lady. Madam, we'll dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It adds more forrow to my want of joy. For For what I have, I need not to repeat, Queen. 'Tis well, that thou haft caufe, But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou weep. And never borrow any tear of thee. Enter a Gardiner, and two Servants: They'll talk of State; for every one doth fo, [Queen and Ladies retire. Guard. Go, bind thou up yond dangling Apricots, Which, like unruly children, make their Sire Stoop with oppreffion of their prodigal weight. 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, publick evils are always prefignified by publick 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. Give fome fupportance to the bending twigs, Cut off the heads of too-faft-growing sprays, Serv. Why fhould we, in the compafs of a pale, Guard. Hold thy peace. He, that hath fuffer'd this disorder'd Spring, Gard. They are, And Bolingbroke hath feiz'd the wasteful King. 5 OUR firm fate?] How firm? We should read, could he fay ours when he immeA firm flate. diately fubjoins, that it was in WARBURTON. We We lop away, that bearing boughs may live; Gard. Depreft he is already; and depos'd, Queen. Oh, I am preft to death, through want of Thou Adam's likeness, fet to dress this garden, Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd; I speak no more, than every one doth know. Queen. Nimble Mifchance, that art fo light of foot, Doth not thy Embaffage belong to me? And am I laft, that know it? oh, thou think'ft F 4 Gard'ner, |