Make me, that nothing have, with nothing griev'd ; North. No more, but that you read [Offering a paper. These accusations, and these grievous crimes, Committed by your person, and your followers, Against the state and profit of this land; That, by confessing them, the souls of men May deem that you are worthily depos'd. K. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel out Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop, And cracking the strong warrant of an oath, Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, And water cannot wash away your sin. North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these articles. a Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself, a A sort—a company. So in 'Richard III.'— "A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways.”. Made glory base; a sovereignty a slave; Proud majesty a subject; state a peasant. K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught, insulting man, No, nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,— No, not that name was given me at the font,— But 't is usurp'd :-Alack the heavy day, That I have worn so many winters out, Good king, great king,-(and yet not greatly good,) Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking-glass. [Exit an Attendant. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth come. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come to hell. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumberland. North. The commons will not then be satisfied. K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough, When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that 's myself. Re-enter Attendant, with a glass. Give me that glass, and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck And made no deeper wounds ?-O, flattering glass, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face A brittle glory shineth in this face: As brittle as the glory is the face; [Dashes the glass against the ground. For there it is, crack'd in an hundred shivers. Say that again. Ha! let's see :— a K. Rich. K. Rich. Fair cousin? I am greater than a king: Were then but subjects; being now a subject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg. Boling. Yet ask. K. Rich. And shall I have? Boling. You shall. K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from your sights. b K. Rich. O, good! Convey?-Conveyers are you all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. [Exeunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, and a Guard. a Laments is the reading of the old copies; modern editions, lament. b Conveyers. Conveyer was sometimes used in an ill sense, as a fraudulent appropriator of property, a juggler. In Tyndall's works we have, "What say ye of Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. [Exeunt all but the ABBOT, BISHOP OF CARL., and AUM. Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. Car. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn [Exeunt. this crafty conveyer, which feareth not to juggle with the Holy Scripture ?" Pistol gives it as a soft name for stealing-" Convey the wise it call." ILLUSTRATION OF ACT IV. 1 SCENE I.- "And there, at Venice, gave THE remains of Thomas Mowbray were interred in Saint Mark's church, in Venice, A.D. 1399; but his ashes were removed to England in 1533. The slab which originally covered these remains at the latter end of the seventeenth century stood under the gallery of the ducal palace; and the arms of Thomas Mowbray being very elaborately engraved upon it, the stone was described by an Italian writer in 1682 as a Venetian hieroglyphic. By the indefatigable inquiries of Mr. Rawdon Brown, an English gentleman residing in Venice, this most curious monument was traced, in 1839, to the possession of a stonemason; and it has been sent to England, and is now safe in the custody of Mr. Howard, of Corby. HISTORICAL ILLUSTRATION. Richard II.' opens with the assembly The entry of the triumphant Henry London is reserved by the poet for Duchess in the fifth act. But, as we THE fourth act of Shakspere's History of 6 After the interview between Richard and Bolingbroke, the author of the Metrical History' thus proceeds: “The said Duke Henry called aloud with a stern and savage voice, Bring out the king's horses;' and then they brought him two little horses that were not worth forty francs. The king mounted one, and the Earl of Salisbury the other." Henry, with his captives, set out from Flint, and proceeded to Chester, where they stayed three days. The duke then dismissed many of his followers, saying that thirty or forty thousand men would be sufficient to take the king to London. At Lichfield the unhappy Richard attempted to escape by night, letting himself down into a garden through a window of his tower. The French knight goes on to record that a deputation arrived from London, to request Henry, on the part of the commons, to cut off the king's head; to which request Henry replied, "Fair sirs, it would be a very great disgrace to us for ever if we should thus put him to death; but we will bring him to London, and there he shall be judged by the parliament." Proceeding by Coventry, Daventry, Northampton, Dunstable, and St. Alban's, the army reached within six miles of London. Here the cavalcade was met by the Mayor, accompanied by a very great number of the commons. "They paid much greater respect," says the writer, "to Duke Henry than to the king, shouting with a loud and fearful voice, Long live the Duke of Lancaster!" " Richard was taken, according to this relation, to Westminster. Henry, who entered the city at the hour of vespers, "alighted at St. Paul's, and went all armed before the high altar to make his orisons. He returned by the tomb of his father, which is very nigh to the said altar, and there he wept very |