Within the earth; and therein laid, there lies Two kinfmen, digg'd their Graves with weeping eyes. [North. advances. North. My lord, in the bafe court he doth attend To fpeak with you, may't please you to come down. K. Rich. Down, down I come; like glift'ring Phaeton, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. [North. retires to Bol. In the base court? bafe court, where Kings grow base, To come at traitors' Calls, and do them grace. In the base court come down? down,court; down,King; For Night-owls fhriek, where mounting Larks fhould fing. Boling. What fays his Majefty? North. Sorrow, and Grief of Heart, Makes him speak fondly, like a frantick Man ; Yet is he come. Boling. Stand all apart, [Richard comes to them. And fhew fair duty to his Majesty. My gracious lord [Kneels. K. Rich. Fair coufin, you debase your princely knee, To make the base earth proud with kiffing it. [Touching his own head. Boling. My gracious ford, I come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my moft redoubted lord, As my true fervice fhall deferve your love. K. Rich. Well you deferve.-They well deferve to have, That know the ftrong'ft and fureft way to get. K. Rich. Then I must not fay, no. [Flourish. Exeunt. Enter Queen and two Ladies. Queen. WHAT fport fhall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? Queen. 'Twill make me think, the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune runs against the bias. Lady. Madam, we'll dance. Queen. My legs can keep no measure in delight, Queen. Of neither, girl. For if of joy, being altogether wanting, For For what I have, I need not to repeat, And what I want, it boots not to complain. Queen. 'Tis well, that thou haft caufe, weep. But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou And never borrow any tear of thee. But flay, here comes the Gardiners. Enter a Gardiner, and two Servants. They'll talk of State; for every one doth so, [Queen and Ladies retire. Against a Change; woe is fore-run with wOE.] But what was there, in the Gardiners' talking of State, for matter of fo much use? Befides, this is in tended for a Sentence, but proves a very fimple one. I fuppofe Shakespeare wrote, -woe is fore-run with MOCKS, which has fome meaning in it; and fignifies, that, when great Men are on the decline, their inferiors take advantage of their condition, and treat them without ceremony. And this we find to be the cafe in the following fcene. But the Editors were feeking for a rhime. Tho' had they not been fo impatient they would have found it gingled to what VOL. IV. followed, tho' it did not to what went before. WARBURTON. There is no need of any emendation. The poet, according to the common doctrine of prognoftication, fuppofes dejection to forerun calamity, and a kingdom. to be filled with rumours of forrow when any great difafter is impending. The fenfe is that, publick evils are always prefig nified by publick penfiveness, and plaintive converfation. The conceit of rhyming mocks with apricocks, which I hope Shakespeare knew better how to fpell, thows that the commentator was refolved not to let his conjecture fall for want of any support that he could give it. F 3 Give . Give fome fupportance to the bending twigs. Go thou and, like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too-faft-growing sprays, That look too lofty in our Common-wealth; All must be even in our Government. You thus imploy'd, I will go root away The noifom weeds, that without profit fuck The foil's fertility from wholefom flowers. Serv. Why fhould we, in the compafs of a pale, Keep law, and form, and due proportion, Shewing, as in a model, a firm ftate? 5 When our Sea-walled garden, the whole Land, Is full of weeds, her faireft flowers choak'd up, Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, Her knots diforder'd, and her wholefom herbs Swarming with Caterpillars? Guard. Hold thy peace. He, that hath fuffer'd this diforder'd Spring, Gard. They are, And Bolingbroke hath feiz'd the wasteful King. 5 OUR firm late?] How firm? We fhould read, could he fay ours when he immeA firm fate. diately fubjoins, that it was in WARBURTON. We We lop away, that bearing boughs may live; Gard. Depreft he is already; and depos'd, Queen. Oh, I am preft to death, through want of Thou Adam's likeness, fet to dress this garden, Why doft thou fay, King Richard is depos'd? Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd; Queen. Nimble Mifchance, that art fo light of foot, Doth not thy Embaffage belong to me? And am I laft, that know it? oh, thou think'ft Gard❜ner, |