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Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for that time. Gaunt. What is fix winters ? they are quickly gone. Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.
' Gaunt. Call it a Travel, that thou tak'it for pleasure.
Boling. My heart will figh, when I miscall it so,
Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps
| Boling. Nay, rather, ev'ry tedious ftride I makes
Gaunt. 9 All Places that the Eye of Heaven visits, Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy neceslity to reason thus : There is no virtue like nécessity. Think not, the King did banish Thee; But Thou the King. Woe doth the heavier sit, Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. Go say, I sent thee forth to purchase honour, 8 Boling. Nay, rather, ev'ry and a diy's ruo; k. However, he
tedious Stride I wake] This, is not to be censured for what he and the fir Veries which follow, himself rejected. I have ventur’d to supply from 9 All Places that the Eye of the old Quarto. The Allusion, Heav'n visits, &c. ) The 'tis true, to an A prenticeship, and fourteen verses that follow, are hecoming a yw'ne; mar, is not found in the firft Edition. Pope. in the fublime Tafe, nor, as Ho- I am inciined to believe that race has expressd it, / irat Tra- what Mr. Theobald and Mr. Pope gicum fctis : howerer as there is have restored were expunged in no Doubt of the Parrige being the revision by the authour : genuine, the lines are not to if the lines inclosed in crotchets defpi alle as to deserve being are omitted, the sense is more quite loft.
THEOBALD. coherent. Nothing is more fre*-Journeyman to Grief?] quent among dramatick writers, I am afraid our authour in this than to shorten their dialogues place defic ned a very poor quib- for the stage. ble, as journey fignifies both travel
And not, the King exil'd thee. Or suppose,
Boling. Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
way ; Had I thy Youth, and Cause, I would not stay. Boling. Then, England's Ground, farewel; sweet
- yet a true-born English- a message from John of Gaunt, man] Here the firit act by which the king is called to ought to end, that between the visit him, which visit is paid in firit and second acts there may the following scene. As the play be time for Jon of Gaunt to is now divided, more time pasies accompany his son, return and between the two last scenes of fall fick
T'hen the first scene of the first act, than between thic. the second act begins with a na- firit act and the second. tural conversation, interrupted by
Enter King Richard, and Bagot, &c. at one door;
and the Lord Aumerle, at the other. K. Rich. E did, indeed, observe--Cousin
Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,
Ihed? Aum. 'Faith, none by me; except the north-east
wind, (Which then blew bitterly against our faces) Awak'd the neepy rheume; and so by chance Did grace our hollow Partir.g with a tear. K. Rich. What said your cousin, when you parted
with him? Aum. Farewel. And, for my heart disdained that my tongue Should so prophane the word, That taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such grief, That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's Grave. Marry, would the word farewel have lengthen’d hours, And added years to his short Banishment, He should have had a volume of farewels; But, since it would not, he had none of me.
K. Rich. He is our kinsman, Cousin; but 'tis doubt, When time shall call him home from Banishment, Whether our kinsinan come to see his friends. Our self, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green, Observ'd his Courtship to the common people : How he did seem to dive into their hearts, With humble and familiar courtefie?
What reverence he did throw away on Naves,
K. Rich. We will our self in person to this war;
Bushy. Old John of Gaunt is sick, my lord,
K. Rich. Where lyes he ?
To help him to his Grave immediately.
E L 7-HOU S E.
Gaunt brought in, fick; with the Duke of York.
ILL the King come, that I may breathe my last
In wholesome counsel to his unstay'd youth? York. Vex not your self, nor strive not with
your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.
Gaunt. Oh, but, they say, the tongues of dying men Inforce attention, like deep harmony : Where words are fcarce, they're feldom fpent in vain ; For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. He, that no more must tay, is listen’d more Than they, whom youth and ease have taught to glose, More are inen's ends mark'd, than their lives before ; The setting Son, and musick in the clofe, As the lait taste of sweets, is sweetest last; Writ in remembrance, more than things long past. Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear, My death's sad Tale may yet undeaf his ear.
Pork. His ear is stopt with other fatt'ring charms, As praises of his State ; there are, beside, Lascivious meeters, to whose venom'd found The open car of youth doth always listen: