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woe.

She came adorned hither like sweet May, nce,

Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of day.

Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part ?
K, Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and

heart from heart.
Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with
North. "That were some love, but little policy.
Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go ?

Rich. So two, together weeping, make one
hou for me in France, I for thee here;
r off, than-near, bé ne'er the near!!:

thy way with sighs; I, mine with groans.
o longest way shall have the longest
'wice for one step I'll groan, the way
short,
ay out with a heavy heart,
vooing sorrow let's be brief,
'here is such length in grief.
vur mouths, and dumbly part:
I thus I take thy heart.

[They kiss. own again; 'twere no good d kill thy heart."

[Kiss again. in, begone, ha groan.

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woe.

To grim necessity; and he and I

She came adorned hither like sweet May, Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of day. And cloister there in some religious house :

Queen. And must we be divided ? must we part? Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, K, Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and Which our profane hours here have stricken down.

heart from heart. Queen. is my Richard both in shape and Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with

mind Transform’d and weakened ? Hath Bolingbroke North. "That were some love, but little policy. Depos'd thino intellect? hath he bcen in ihy heart? Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go? The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his

paw,

K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Weep thou for me in France, I for theu here Take thy correction inildly ? kiss the rod,

Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near's And fawn on rage with base humility,

Go, count thy way with sighs ; I, mine with groans. Which art a lion, and a king of beasts?

Queen. So longest way shall have the longest K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed : if aught but

moans. beasts,

K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way I had been still a happy king of men.

being short, Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for And piece the way out with a heavy heart. France :

Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak'st, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. As from my death-bed, my last living leave. One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part: In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire

Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart. With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales

[They kiss, of woful ages, long ago betid:1

Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good And, ere thou bid good night, to quit? their grief,

part, Tell them the lamentable fall: of me,

To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart." And send the hearers weeping to their beds.

[Kiss again. For why, the senseless brands will sympathizo So now I have mine own again, begone, The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,

That I may strive to kill it with a groan. And, in compassion, weep the fire out:

K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black,

delay : For the deposing of a rightful king.

Once

more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say. (Exeunt. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended.

SCENE II.

The same. A Room in the Duke of

York's Palace. Enter York, and his Duchess. 1 North. My lord, tho mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd;

Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell tho You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.

rost, And, madam, there is order ta'en for you :* When weeping made you break the story off With all swist speed you must away to France. Of our two cousins coming into London. K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where York. Where did I leave? withal

Duch.

At that sad stop, my lord, The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows' tops, The time shall not be many hours of age

Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head. More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head,

York. Then, as I said, the duke, great BolingShall break intó corruption : thou shalt think,

broke, Though he divide the realm, and give thee half, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, It is too little, helping him to all;

Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, way.

While all tongues cried-God save thee, BolingTo plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,

broke ! Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way

You would have thought the very windows spake, To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. So many greedy looks of young and old The love of wicked friends converts to fear;

Through casements darted their desiring eyes That fear, to hate ; and hate turns one, or both, Upon his visage; and that all the walls, To worthy danger, and deserved death.

With painted imag'ry, had said at once,North. My guill be on my head, and there an Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke !

Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Take leave, and part ; for you must part forthwith. Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck,

K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd ?—Bad men, ye violate Bespake them thus,-- I thank you, countrymon: A twofold marriage ; 'twixt my crown and me; And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. And then, betwixi me and my married wife.

Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;

while ? And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.

York. As in a theatro, the eyes of men,"
Part us, Northumberland : I towards the north,

After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage,
Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; Are idly bent on him that enters next,
My wife to France ; from whence, set forth in Thinking his prattle to be tedious:
pomp,

Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes

Did scowlon Richard; no man cried, God save him ; 1 Passed.

10 The first wife of Edward duke of York was Isabel. 2 To repite their mournful stories.

la, daughter of Peter the Cruel, king of Castile and 3 The quarto of 1597 reads tale.

Léon. He married her in 1372, and had by her the duke 4 Thus in Othello :

of Aumerle, and all his other children. In introducing Honest lago hath la'en order for it.'

her the poet has departed widely from history; for she 5 A kiss appears to have been an established circum. died in 1394, four or five years before the events related stance in our ancient marriage ceremonies.

in the present play. After her death York married 6 All Hallows, i. e, All Saints, Nov.l.

Joan, daughter of John Holland, earl of Kent, who eur. 7 The quartos give this speech to the king.

vived him about thirty-four years, and had three other 9 Never the ni sher, i. e. it is better to be at a great husbands. dietance than being near each other, to find that we are 11 The painting of this description is so lively, and yet not likely to be peaceably and happily united.' the words so moving, that I have scarce read any thing 9 So in King Henry V Actii, Sc. 2:

comparable to it in any other language.'-Dryden ; the king hath kill'd his heart."

Pref. to Troilus and Cressida.

end.

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