North. The Commons will not then be fatisfy'd. K. Rich. They fhall be fatisfy'd; I'll read enough, When I do fee the very Book, indeed, Where all my fins are writ, and that's myself. Enter One, with a Glafs. Give me that Glafs, and therein will I read. And made no deeper wounds? oh, flatt'ring Glafs, Thou doft beguile me. Was this face, the face Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face, [Dafbes the Glafs against the Ground. As brittle, as the glory, is the face; For there it is, crackt in an hundred fhivers. K. Rich. Say that again. The fhadow of my forrow! ha, let's fee; Are merely fhadows to the unfeen grief, Boling. Boling. Name it, fair Coufin. K. Rich. Fair Coufin! I am greater than a King For when I was a King, my flatterers Were then but Subjects; being now a Subject, K. Rich. And fhall I have? K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. K. Rich. Whither you will, fo I were from your fight. you all. Conveyers are [Exit. That rife thus nimbly by a true King's fall. [Ex. all but Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle and Aumerle, Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. Carl. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. Aum. You holy Clergy-men, is there no Plot, To rid the Realm of this pernicious blot. Abbot. Before I freely fpeak my mind herein, You fhall not only take the Sacrament, To bury mine intents, but to effect I fee, your brows are full of difcontent, [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. TH A Street in LONDON. Enter Queen, and Ladies. QUEEN. HIS way the King will come: this is the way To whofe flint bofom my condemned lord [To K. Richard. Thou, To bury, to conceal; to keep faid to have been the work of fecret. Julius Cæfar. 6 In the first edition there is no perfonal appearance of King Richard, fo that all to the line at which he leaves the stage was inferted afterwards. 7 To Julius Cæfar's, &c.] The Tower of London is traditionally 8 Here let us reft, if, &c.] Here reft, if any reft can har bour bere. MILTON, 9 - thou, the model where old Troy did ftand.] The Queen ufes comparative terms abfolutely. Inftead of faying, Thou Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb, From which awak'd, the truth of what we are Will keep a league till death. Hye thee to France, Which art a Lion and a King of beasts? K. Rich. A King of beafts, indeed-if aught but beasts, I had been ftill a happy King of men. Good fometime Queen, prepare thee hence for France; Think, I am dead; and that ev'n here thou tak❜ft, Then who appearest as the ground Join not with grief,] Do Lot thou unite with grief against me; do not, by thy additional forrows, enable grief to ftrike me down at once. My own part of forrow I can bear, but thy affliction will immediately destroy me. 1 1 am fworn brother, To grim neceffity;} I have reconciled myself to neceffity, I am in a state of amity with the conftraint which I have fuf .tained. As from my death-bed, my last living Leave. With good old folks, and let them tell thee Tales And ere thou bid good Night, to quit their grief, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. And fome will mourn in ashes, fome coal-black, SCENE II. Enter Northumberland attended. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd: You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, Madam, there is order ta'en for you, With all swift speed, you must away to France. K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal And he fhall think, that thou, which know'ft the way To pluck him headlong from th' ufurped Throne. 2 to quit their grief.] To retaliate their mournful stories. 3 For why? -] The poet fhould have ended this fpeech with the foregoing line, and have fpared his childish prattle about the fire. To |