What is become of Bufhy? where is Green? I warrant, they've made peace with Bolingbroke. K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption ! Dogs, eafily won to fawn on any man! Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that fting my heart! Scroop. Sweet love, I fee, changing his property, Have felt the worft of death's destroying hand, Why, with the Lofs of their Heads. This being explained, Aumerle fays, Is Bufhy, Green, and th' Earl of Wiltshire dead? So that Bagot ought to be leftout of the Queftion: and, indeed, he had made the best of his way for Chefter, and from thence had efcap'd into Irland And so we find him, in the zd Act, determining to do. Bagot. No: I'll to Ireland, to bis Majefy. The Foet could not be guilty of fo much Forgetfulness and Abfurdity, The Tranfcribers must have blunder'd. It feems probable to me that he wrote, as I have conjecturally alter'd the Text, Where is the Earl of Wiltfhire whee is he got? i. e. into what Corner of my Dominions is he flunk, and abconded? THEOBALD. This emendation Dr. Warburton adopts. Hanmer leaves a blank after Wiltshire. I believe the authour rather than tranfcriber,made a mistake. Where is he got does not found in my ear like an expreffion of Shakespeare. K. Rich. K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man freak; Let's talk of Graves, of Worms, and Epitaphs, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Bores through his caftle-walls, and farewel King! And that small model of the tarren earth. He uses madel here, as he frequently does eliewhere, for part, portion. to authorise. A metaphor, not of the most fublime kind, taken from a pic. WARBURTON. 4 There the Anti k fits. Here is an allufion to the antik or foc of old farces, whofe chief part is to deride and diflurb the g aver and more fplendid perfonages. He ufes it rather for mould. That earth, which clofing upon the body, takes its form. This interpretation the next line feems With With folemn Rev'rence; throw away respect, Carl. My lord, wife men ne'er wail their prefent woes, But prefently prevent the ways to wail: To fear the foe, fince fear oppreffeth ftrength, 6 Fear, and be flain; no worfe can come from fight; And fight and die, is death destroying death: Where fearing dying, pays death fervile breath. Aum. My father hath a power, enquire of him, And learn to make a body of a limb. K. Rich. Thou chid'ft me well; proud Bolingbroke, To change blows with thee, for our day of doom. An eafy task it is to win our own. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his Power? 5 Tradition.] This word feems here ufed in an improper fenfe, for traditional practices: That is, jia' lifbed or customary homage. Death defireyi g death.] hat is, to dye fighting, is to return the evil that we fuffer, to destroy the deftroyers. I once read death defying death, but destroying is as well. K. Rich, K. Rich. Thou haft faid enough. Befhrew thee, Coufin, which didit lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to Despair. [To Aumerle. What fay you now? what comfort have we now? K. Rich. He does me double wrong, Bolingbroke's Camp near Flint. Enter with drum and colours, Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, and Attendants. Boling. O that by this intelligence we learn, The Welshmen are difpers'd; and Salisbury. Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed With fome few private friends upon this Coaft. North. The news is very fair and good, my lord, Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. York. It would befeem the lord Northumberland, I'll hate him everlastingy, That bids me be of comfort.] This fentiment is drawn from nature. Nothing is more of fenûve to a mind convinced that his diftrefs is without a remedy, and preparing to fubmit quietly to irrefiltible calamity, than thefe petty and conjectured comforts which unskilful officiousness thinks it virtue to administer. Το To fay, King Richard. Ah, the heavy day, North. Your Grace mistakes me; only to be brief, Left I his Title out. York. The time hath been, Would you have been fo brief with him, he would Enter Percy. Welcome, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? Beling. Royally? why, it contains no King? It doth contain a King. King Richard lies Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle, [To North. Through brazen trumpet fend the breath of Parle Henry of Bolingbroke upon his knees Doth kifs King Richard's hand, and fends allegiance For taking fo the head,-] out restraint; to take undue liTo take the head is, to act with- berties. And |