God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, North. No more, but that you read These accusations, and these grievous crimes, K. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel out Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop, And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these articles. + "look upon❞— MALONE. 9 ▬▬▬▬▬ a sort — ] A pack, a company. WARBURTON. North. My lord, K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught', insulting man, Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, No, not that name was given me at the font, - Good king,great king, (and yet not greatly good,) Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking-glass. come. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come to hell. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland. North. The commons will not then be satisfied. K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough, When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Re-enter Attendant with a Glass. Give me that glass, and therein will I read. And made no deeper wounds?-O, flattering glass, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face, VOL. IV. 1 haught,] i. e. haughty. A A That every day under his household roof [Dashes the Glass against the ground. For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow of your face. K. Rich. Say that again. And then be gone, and trouble Boling. you no more. Name it, fair cousin. K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why t, I am greater than a king: For, when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but subjects; being now a subject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg. Boling. Yet ask. K. Rich. And shall I have? Boling. You shall. K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. + Mr. Malone omits why. Boling. Whither? K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your sights. Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the Tower. K. Rich. O, good! Convey?-Conveyers are you all, 2 That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. [Exeunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, and a Guard. Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. [Exeunt all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. 3 To bury mine intents, but to effect + [Exeunt. 2 Conveyers are you all,] To convey is a term often used in an ill sense, and so Richard understands it here. Pistol says of stealing, convey the wise it call; and to convey is the word for sleight of hand, which seems to be alluded to here. Ye are all, says the deposed prince, jugglers, who rise with this nimble dexterity by the fall of a good king. JOHNSON. ACT V. SCENE I.- London. A Street leading to the Tower. Enter Queen, and Ladies. Queen. This way the king will come; this is the way To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower, * 4 To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Enter King RICHARD, and Guards." But soft, but see, or rather do not see, K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, 4 To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower,] The Tower of London is traditionally said to have been the work of Julius Cæsar. By-illerected, perhaps, is meant- erected for bad purposes. 5 Join not with grief,] Do not thou unite with grief against me; do not, by thy additional sorrows, enable grief to strike me down at once. My own part of sorrow I can bear, but thy affliction will immediately destroy me. JOHNSON. |