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Which, like the meteors of a troubled heav'n,
All of one nature, of one substance bred,
Did lately meet in the intestine shock
And furious close of civil butchery,
Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming, ranks
March all one way; and be no more oppos'd
Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies;
The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre s of Christ,
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed Cross
We are impressed, and engag'd to fight,
Forthwith a Power of English shall we levy;
Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
To chase these Pagans, in those holy fields
Over whose acres walk'd those blefied feet,
Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd
For our advantage on the bitter Cross.
But this our purpose is a twelvemonth old,
And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go ;
Therefore, we meet not now. Then let me hear,

you my gentle Cousin Weftmorland,

beseeming ranks march all one way ; 5 As far as to the fepulchre, but from the nature of those me &c.) The lawfulnels and justeors to which they are com tice of the holy wars have been pared ; namely long streaks of much disputed; but perhaps there red, which represent the lines of is a principle on which the quesarmjes; the appearance of which, tion may be easily determined. and their likeness to such lines, If it be part of the religion of gave occafion to all the fuperfti- the Mahometans, to extirpate tion of the common people con- by the sword all other religions, cerning armies in the air, &c. it is, by the law of self defence, Out of mere contradiction, the lawful for men of every other Oxford Editor would improve my religion, and for Christians among alteration of files to arms, and others, to make war upon alafo loses both the integrity of the hometans, fimply as Mahomemetaphor and the likeness of tans, as men obliged by their the comparison.


own principles to make war upThis passage is not very ac on Christians, and only lying in curate in the expression, but I wait till opportunity thall prothink nothing can be changed. mise them success.



What yesternight our Council did decree,
In forwarding this dear expedience.

Weft. My Lieg?, this halte was hot in question,
7 And many limits of the Charge set down
But yesternight: when, all athwart, there came
A Post from Wales, loaden with heavy news ;
Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
Against th’ irregular and wild Glendower,
Was by the rude hands of that Welshinan taken;
A thousand of his people butchered,
Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse,
Such beastly, shameless transformation,
By those Welshivomen done, a, may not be,
Without much shame, re-told or spoken of. -
K. Henry. It seems then, that the tidings of this

broil Brake off our business for the holy Land. Wist. This, matcht with other, did, my gracious

For more uneven and unwelcome news
Came from the North, and thus it did import.
On holy-rood day, the gallant Hot-fpur there,
Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald,
That ever-valiant and approved Scol,
At Holmedon spent a fad and bloody hour,
As hy discharge of their artillery,
And shape of likelihood, the news was told 3
For he, that brought it, in the very heat
And pride of their contention, did take horse,
Uncertain of the issue any way.

K. Henry. Here is a dear and true industrious friend,
Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse,
Stain'd with the variation of <ach foil
Betwixt chat Holmedon, and this Seat of ours:


ilis dear expedience. ] For expedition. WARBURTON.

? And many limits -] Limits for climates,



With scruples, and do set the word it self
Against the word; as thus ; Come, little ones; and then

It is as bard to come, as for a Camel
Totbread the postern of a needle's eye.
Thoughts, tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the fiinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison-walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to Content, flatter themselves,
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
And shall not be the last; like silly beggars,
Who, fitting in the Stocks, refuge their fame
That many have, and others must fit there;
And, in this thought, they find a kind of case,
Bearing their own misfortune on the back
Of such as have before endur'd the like.
Thus play I, in one prison, many people,
And none contented. Sometimes am I King,
Then treason makes me wish my felf a beggar,
And so I am. Then crushing penury
Perfuades me, I was better when a King;
1 hen am I king'd again ; and by and by,
Think, that I am unking’d by Boling brike,
And straight am nothing. But what-e'er I am,
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is
With nothing shall be pleas’d, till he be eas’d
With being nothing.-Mufick do I hear ? [ Mufick.
Ha, ha; keep time: how fow'r sweet musick is,
When time is broke, and no proportion kept?
So is it in the musick of mens' lives;
And here have I the daintiness of ear,
To check tithe broke in a disorder'd string,
But for the concord of my state and time,
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I waited time, and now doth time waste me,
For now hath time made ine his numbring clock,

My thoughts are minutes ; and 'with fighs they jar,
Their watches to mine eyes the outward watch;
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing ilill, in cleansing them from tears.
Now, Sir, the sounds, that tell what hour it is,
Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell; fo sighs, and tears, and groans,
Shew minutes, hours, and times. O, but my time
Runs posting on, in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his jack o'th'clock.
This musick nads me, let it sound no more ;
For though it have help'd mad men to their wits,
In me, it seems, it will make wise men mad.
Yet blefiing on his heart, that gives it me!
For ’tis a sign of love ; and love to Richard
Is a strange brooch, ? in this all-hating world.

quarto reads,


-with fighs they jar, double sense for a quantity of Their catches, &c. I time, and for the inftrument that think this expreffion must be cor- measures time. I read, but with rupt, but I know not well how

no great confidence, thus: to make it better. The first

My thoughts are minutes, and

with lighs they jar, My thoughts are minutes; and Their watches on; mine eyes the with highs they jar,

outward watch, There waiches to mine eyes the Whereto, &c. outward watch.

in this ALL-HATING The second quarto :

world.] We should read my thoughts are minutes, and FALL-HATING, i. e. Love to

with figli treyjar, Richard is a very rare jewel, in There watches on unto mine eyes a world that shuns and avoids the outward watch.

those who are fallen, or in milThe first folio

with the fe- fortunes.

WARBURTON. cond quarto.

I believe the meaning is, this Perhaps out of these two read- world in which I am universally ings the right may be made. buted. Watch seems to be used in a


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Groom. Hail, royal Prince !

K. Rich. Thanks, noble Peer.
The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
What art? how com'st thou hither?
· Where no man ever comes, but that sad dog,
That brings me food, to make misfortune live?

Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, King,
When thou wert King; who travelling tow'rds York,
With much ado, at length have gotten leave
To look upon my sometime Master's Face.
0, how it yearn'd my heart, when I beheld,
In London streets, that Coronation day,
When Bolinę broke rode on Roan Barbary,
That horse, that thou so often haft bestrid;
That horse, that I so carefully have dress’d.

K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him?

Groom. So proudly, as he had disdain’d the ground. K. Rich. So proud, that Boling broke was on his back! That jade had eat bread from my royal hand, This hand hath made him proud with clapping him ; Would he not stumble ? would he not fall down, Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck Of that proud man, that did ufurp his back ? Forgiveness, horse ; why do I rail on thee,

3 Where no Man ever come!, cetious Mr. Penkethman. And

but that fad Dog ] I have Drudge is the word of Contempt, ventur'd at a Change here, a which our Author chuses to use gainst the Authority of the Co on other like Occasions. pies, by the Direction of Dr.

| HEODALD, Waburion. Indeed, sad Dog

Dr. Warburton says perempto. savours too much of the Come- rily, read Drudge -- but I still dian, the Oratory of the late fa- persist in the old reading.


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