[To fight with Glendower and his Complices ;] A while to Work; and, after, Holy-day.

[Exeunt. S CE N E II. Changes to the coast of Wales.

Flourijs: Drums and Trumpets. Enter King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of Carline,

and Soldiers. K. Rich. Arkloughly-castle call you this at hand ?

Aum. Yea, my good lord; how brooks

your Grace the air, After your tossing on the breaking Seas ?

K. Rich. Needs must I like it well. I weep for joy To stand upon my Kingdom once again. Dear Earth, I do falute thee with my hand, Though Rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting ; So weeping, smiling, greet I thee my Earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands. Feed not thy Sovereign's foe, iny gentle Earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense ; But let thy spiders that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads, lye in their way ; Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, Which with usurping steps do trample thee. nor is so far afford of the Suc. macy of Wales, and imprison'd ceffion, as to think of going to Morrimer; yet it was not 'till the fuppress Insurrections before he fucceeding Year, that the King is planted in the Throne. Be- employed any force against him sides, we find, the Opposition of

THEOBALD. Glendower begins the First Part This emendation, which I of K. Hinry IV ; and Mortimer's think is juit, has been followed Defeat by that hardy Welshman by Sir T. Hammer, but is neglecis the Tidings of the first Scene ted by Dr. Warburton, of that Play. Again, tho' Glen * Here may be properly inserver, in the very first Year of serted the last scene of the feK. Henry IV, began to be trou cond act. blesome, put in for the Supre

Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies;
And, when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
Guard it, I pr’ythee, with a lurking adder;
Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
Throw death upon thy Sovereign's enemies.
Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords;
This Earth shall have a Feeling, and these stones
Prove armed soldiers, ere her native King
Shall faulter under foul rebellious arms.
Bishop. s Fear not, my Lord; that Pow'r, that made

you King,
Hath juw'r to keep you King, in spight of all.
The means, that heaven yields, must be embrac'd
And not neglected; else, if heaven would,
And we would not heav'n's offer, we refuse
The profer'd means of succour and redress.

Aum. He means, my lord; that we are too remiss;
Whilst Boling broke, through our security,
Grows strong and great, in substance and in power, ,

K. Rich. Discomfortable Cousin, know'st thou not,
That when the fearching eye of heav'n is hid
* Behind the globe that lights the lower world ;
Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen,
In murders, and in outrage bloody, here.
But when from under this terrestrial ball
He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines,
And darts his light through ev'ry guilty hole,
Then murders, treasons, and detested fins,
The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs,
Stand bare and naked, treinbling at themselves.
So when this thief, this traitor Boling broke,

s Fear not, my Lord.) Cf suitable to the personage. this speech the four last lines were Behind the globe, &c.] 1 reitored from the first edition by should read, Mr. l'ope. They were, I fup - the searching eye of heav'r pose, omitted by the players on

is bid ly to shorten the scenes, for they Pebind the globe and lights ile are worthy of the authour and lower world. E 3

Who

Who all this while hath revell'd in the night,
Whilst we were wand'ring with the Antipodes,
Shall see us rising in our Throne, the east;
His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
Not able to endure the sight of day ;
But, self-affrighted, cremble at his sin.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed King :
• The breath of worldly men cannot depose
The Deputy elected by the Lord.
For every man that Boling broke hath prelt,
To lift sharp steel against our golden Crown,
Heav'n for his Richard hath in heav'nly Pay
A glorious Angel; then if angels fight,
Weak men must fall, for heav'n still guards the Right,

Enter Salisbury.
Welcome, my lord, how far off lies your Power ?

Salif. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord,
Than this weak arm : Discomfort guides my tongue,
And bids me speak of nothing but Despair :
One day too late, I fear, my noble lord,
Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth.
Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return,
And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men.
Today, to day, unhappy day, too late
O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state.
For all the Wellhmen, hearing thou wert dead,
Are gone to Belingbroke, disperst and fled.

6 The breath of worldly men.) all writers, whose opinions are Here is the doctrine of indefeafi- regulated by fashion or interest, ble right expressed in the strongest to impute the criginal of every terms, but our poet did not learn tenet which they have been it in the reign of King James, taught to think falfe or foolith, to which it is now the practice of

Aum.

Aum. Comfort, my Liege, why looks your Grace

so pale ?
K. Rich. But now the blood of twenty thousand men

Did triumph in my face, and they are fed.
And till so much blood thither come again,

Have I not reafon to look pale, and dead?
All souls, that will be safe, fly from my fide;
For time hath fet a blot upon my pride.

Aum. Comfort, my Liege; remember, who you are.

K. Rich. I had forgot my self. Am I not King ?
Awake, thou coward Majesty, thou sleepest;
Is not the King's name forty thousand names ?
Arm, arm, my Name; a puny Subject strikes,
At thy great glory. Look not to the ground,
Ye fav’rites of a King, are we not high?
High be our thoughts. I know, my uncle York
Hath pow'r to serve our turn. But who comes here?

Enter Scroop.
Scroop. More health and happiness betide my Liege,
Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him!

K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepar'd.
The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.
Say, is my Kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care,
And what loss is it, to be rid of care?
Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we?
Greater he shall not be ; if he serve God,
We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so.
Revolt our Subjects ? that we cannot mend;

7. Mine car is opon. It seems the virtue of a confeffor rather to be the design of the poet to chan of a king. In his profperaile Richard to estecm in his rity we saw him imperious and fall, and consequently to interest oppressive, but in his distress he the reader in his favour. He is wise, patient, and pious. gives him only passive fortitude, E 4

They

They break their faith to God, as well as us.
Cry, Woe, Destruction, Ruin, Lofs, Decay ;
The worst is death, and death will have his day.

Scroop. Glad am I, that your Highness is so arm'd
To bear the tidings of calamity.
Like an unseasonable stormy day,
Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores,
As if the world were all diffolv'd to tears;
So high above his limits swells the rage
Of Bolingbroke, cov'ring your fearful Land
With hard bright steel, and hearts more hard than steel.
White beards have arni'd their thin and hairless scalps
Against thy Majesty ; boys with women's voices
Strive to speak big, and clasp their female joints
In stiff unwieldy arms, against thy Crown.
* Thy very Bead[men learn to bend their bows
9 Of double-fatal Ewe, against thy State.
Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills.
Against thy Seat both young and old rebel,
And all goes worse than I have pow'r to tell.
K. kich. Too well, too well, thou tell’st a Tale

so ill.
Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot ?

What

8 Thy very Bearfmen learn to Called ro, because the leaves of

bend their low..] Such is the Ewe are poison, and the the reading of all the copies, wood is employed for inftruments yet I doubt whether bea djmen be of death ; therefore double fatal right, for the bow seems to be should be with an hyphen. mentioned here as the proper

WARBURTON. weapon of a baim-n.

The I Wbere is the Earl of Wiltking's leaon were his chap. Thire? ubere is Bagot? rerila lains. *Trenía calls himself the What is he ome of Bulhy ?

bea'sman of his patron. Bead/ where is Green ? ] Here qu

man might likewise be any men are four of them named ; and, maintained by charity to pray within a very few Lines, the for their benefactor. Hanmer King, hearing they had made reads the very bead, men, but thy their Peace with Boingbrok, is beiter.

calls them TITRE E Judas s. But 9 of double fatal Ewr,-) how was ] how was their Peace made ?

Why,