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Where no man never comes, but that sad dog
Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,
Groom. So proudly, as if he disdained the ground.
Enter Keeper, with a dish.
[To the Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart
1 Sometimes was used for former, as well as sometime.
2 Jauncing is hard riding, from the old French word jancer, whicle Cotgrave explains, “to stir a horse in the stable till he sweat withal; or (as our) to jaunt.”
Keep. My lord, will’t please you to fall to ?
who Lateiy came from the king, commands the contrary. K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and
thee ! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
[Beats the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help!
Enter Exton and Servants, armed. K. Rich. How now ? what means death in this rude
assault? Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.
[Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [He kills another, and then Exton strikes
him doron. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the king's blood stained the king's own land. Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high, Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.
[Dies. Erton. As full of valor, as of royal blood. Both have I spilled! O, 'would the deed were good!
1 These stage directions are not in the old copies.
2 The representation here given of the king's death is perfectly agreeable to Hall and Holinshed (who copied from Fabian, with whom the story of Exton is thought to have its origin). But the fact was otherwise. He refused food for several days, and died of abstinence and a broken heart. See Walsingham, Otterburne, the Monk of Evesham, the Continuator of the History of Croyland, and the Godstow Chronicle. His body, after being submitted to public inspection in the church of Pomfret, was brought to London, and exposed in Cheapside for two hours, “ his heade on a black cushion, and his visage open," when it was viewed, says Froissart, by twenty thousand persons, and finally in St. Paul's cathedral. Stowe seems to have had before him a manuscript history of the latter part of king Richard's life, written by a person who was with him in Wales. He says “ he was imprisoned in Pomfrait Castle, where xv dayes and mightes they vexed him with continual hunger, thirst, and cold, and finally bereft him of his life with such a kind of death as never before that time was knowen in England.” VOL. III.
For now the devil, that told me I did well,
Windsor. A Room in the Castle.
Enter BOLINGBROKE and York, with Lords and At
tendants. Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consumed with fire Our town of Cicester in Glocestershire ! But whether they be ta’en, or slain, we hear not.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. Welcome, my lord. What is the news ?
North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The next news is,- i have to London sent The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent." The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here.
[Presenting a paper. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and sir Bennet Seely; Two of the dangerous, consorted traitors, That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
i So the folio. The quarto reads, of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent. The folio is right according to the histories.
Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of Westminster, With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, Hath yielded up his body to the grave; But here is Carlisle living to abide Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride. Boling. Carlisle, this is
Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a coffin. Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present
I Thy buried fear; herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast
wrought A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand, Upon any head, and all this famous land. Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this
, deed. Boling. They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labor, But neither my good word nor princely favor.
i This abbot of Westminster was William de Colchester. The relation, which is taken from Holinshed, is untrue, as he survived the king many years; and though called “the grand conspirator,” it is very doubtful whether he had any concern in the conspiracy; at least, nothing was proved against him.
2 The bishop of Carlisle was committed to the tower, but, on the intercession of his friends, obtained leave to change his prison for Westminster abbey. In order to deprive him of his see, the pope, at the king's instance, translated him to a bishopric in partibus infi lelium; and the only preferment he could ever after obtain was a rectory in Gloucestershire.
With Cain go wander through the shade of night,
This play is one of those which Shakspeare has, apparently, revised; but as success in works of invention is not always proportionate to labor, it is not finished at last with the happy force of some other of his tragedies, nor can it be said much to affect the passions, or enlarge the understanding