me double wrong,

K. Rich. He c
e does me do

That wounds

me with the flatt'ries of his tongue. Difcharge my Foll'wers; let them hence, away, From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day.


Bolingbroke's Camp near Flint.


Enter with drum and colours, Bolingbroke, York,
Northumberland, and Attendants.

Boling. The Wellbmen are difpers'd; and Salisbury
Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed
With fome few private friends upon this Coaft.
North. The news is very fair and good, my lord,
Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head.
York. It would befeem the lord Northumberland,
To fay, King Richard. Ah, the heavy day,
When fuch a facred King should hide his head!
North. Your Grace mistakes me; only to be brief,
Left I his Title out.

O that by this intelligence we learn,

York. The time hath been,

Would you have been fo brief with him, he would
Have been fo brief with You, to shorten you,
*For taking fo the Head, the whole Head's Length.
Boling. Miftake not, uncle, farther than you should.
York. Take not, good coufin, farther than you should,
you miftake. The heav'ns are o'er your head.
Boling. I know it, uncle, nor oppofe myself
Against their will. But who comes here?


Enter Percy.

Welcome, Harry; what, will not this caftle yield?
Percy. The cattle royally is mann'd, my lord,

Against your entrance.

Boling. Royally? why, it contains no King?
Percy. Yes, my good lord,

It doth contain a King. King Richard lies

For taking fo the head,-] To take the head is, to act without restraint; to take undue liberties.

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Within the limits of yond lime and stone;
And with him lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury,
Sir Stephen Scroop, befides a clergy-man
Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.
North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle.
Boling. Noble lord,

[To North.
Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle,
Through brazen trumpet fend the breath of Parle
Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver :
Henry of Bolingbroke upon his knees

Doth kifs King Richard's hand, and fends allegiance
And faith of heart unto his royal perfon.
Ey'n at his feet I lay my arms and pow'r ;
Provided, that my banishment repeal'd,
And lands reftor'd again, be freely granted:
If not, I'll ufe th' advantage of my pow'r; I
And lay the fummer's duft with fhow'rs of blood,
Rain'd from the wounds of flaughter'd Englishmen.
The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke
It is, fuch crimson tempeft fhould bedrench
The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's Land,
My ftooping duty tenderly fhall fhew.

Go fignify as much, while here we march
Upon the graffy carpet of this Plain.

Let's march without the noife of threat'ning drum,
That from this Caftle's tatter'd battlements
Our fair appointments may be well perus'd."
Methinks, King Richard and myself should meet
With no lefs terror than the elements

Of fire and water, when their thund'ring Shock,
At meeting, tears the cloudy cheeks of heav'n;
Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water;
The rage be his, while on the earth I rain
My waters on the earth, and not on him.
March on, and mark King Richard how he looks.



Parle without, and anfwer within; then a flourish. Enter, on the walls, King Richard, the Bishop of Carlile, Aumerle, Scroop, and Salisbury.

York. (8) See! fee! King Richard doth himself appear, As doth the blushing difcontented Sun,

From out the fiery portal of the Eaft,

When he perceives, the envions clouds are bent
To dim his Glory; and to ftain the tract
Of his bright Paffage to the Occident.
Yet looks he like a King; behold his eye,
As bright as is the Eagle's, lightens forth
Controlling Majefty; alack, for woe,

That any harm fhould ftain fo fair a fhew!

K. Rich. We are arnazd and thus long have we

To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, [To North
Because we thought ourfelf thy lawful King.
And, if we be, how dare thy joints forget
To pay their awful duty to our prefence?
If we be not, fhew us the hand of God,
That hath difmifs'd us from our Stewardship.
For well we know, no hand of blood and bone:
Can gripe the facred handle of our Scepter,,
Unlefs he do prophane, fteal, or ufurp:

And though you think, that all, as you have done,
Have torn their fouls, by turning them from us,,
And we are barren, and bereft of friends,.
Yet know,My Mafter, God omnipotent,
Is muft'ring in his clouds on our behalf
Armies of Peftilence; and they shall strike
Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,
That lift your vaffal hands againft my
And threat the Glory of my precious Crown.
Tell Bolingbroke, (for yoad, methinks, he is)

(8) See! fee! King Richard doth himself appear,] The following fix lines are abfurdly given to Bolingbroke, who is made to con-demn his own conduct and difculp the King's. It is plain thele fix and the four following all belong to York.

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That every ftride he makes upon my Land
Is dangerous treafon. He is come to ope
The purple Teftament of bleeding War;
But ere the Crown, he looks for, live in peace (9),
Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' fons
Shall ill become the flow'r of England's face :
Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
To fcarlet indignation; and bedew

Her Pafture's grafs with faithful English blood.
North. The King of heav'n forbid, our lord the King
Should fo with civil and uncivil arms

Be rufh'd upon! no, thy thrice-noble coufin,
Harry of Bolingbroke, doth kifs thy hand,
And by the honourable tomb he fwears,
That ftands upon your royal grandfire's bones,
And by the Royalties of both your bloods,
Currents, that fpring from one moft gracious head

(9) But ere the Crown, he looks for, live in Peace,
Ten thousand bloody Crowns of Mothers' Sons
Shall ill become the Flow'r of England's face


Tho' I

have not difturb'd the Text here, I cannot but think it liable to Sufpicion. A Crown living in Peace, as Mr. Warburton juftly obferv'd to me, is a very odd Phrafe. He fuppofes;

But ere the crown, he looks for, light in Peace,

i. e. defcend and fettle upon Bolingbroke's Head in Peace.Again, I have a fmall Quarrel to the third Line quoted. Would the Poet fay, That bloody Crowns should disfigure the Flow'rs that fpring on the Ground, and bedew the Grafs with blood? Surely the two Images are too fimilar. I have fufpected,

Shall ill become the Floor of England's Face;

i. e. Shall make a difmal Spectacle on the furface of the Kingdom's Earth. THEOBALD.

Shall ill become the flow'r of England's face:] By the flow'r of England's face, is meant the choiceft Youths of England, who fhall be flaughter'd in this quarrel, or have bloody crocons. The flow'r of England's face, to defign her choiceft Youth, is a fine and noble expreffion. Pericles, by a fimilar thought, faid that the deftruction of the Athenian youth was a fatality like cutting off the Spring from the Year. Yet the Oxford Editor, who did not apprehend the figure, alters the line thus,

"Shall mifbecome the flow'ry England's face;" Which means I know not what.


Dr. Warburton has inferted light in peace in the text of his own edition, but live in peace is more fuitable to Richard's intention, which is to tell him that though he fhould get the crown by


And by the bury'd hand of warlike Gaunt (1),
And by the worth and honour of himself,
Comprising all that may be fworn, or faid,
His Coming hither hath no farther scope,
Than for his lineal Royalties, and to beg
Infranchisement immediate on his knees;
Which on thy royal party granted once,
His glitt'ring arms he will commend to ruft;
His barbed fteeds to ftables; and his heart
To faithful fervice of your Majefty.

This fwears he, as he is a Prince, is juft;
And as I am a Gentleman, I credit him.


K. Rich. Northumberland, fay-Thus the King reHis noble Coufin is right-welcome hither, And all the number of his fair demands Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction. With all the gracious utterance thou haft, Speak to his gentle Hearing kind Commends.

[Exit North. [To Aum

We do debafe ourself, Coufin, do we not,
To look fo poorly, and to fpeak fo fair?
Shall we call back Northumberland, and fend
Defiance to the traitor, and fo die?

Aum. No, good my lord, let's fight with gentle words, Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful fwords. K. Rich. Oh God, oh God! that e'er this tongue of

That laid the Sentence of dread Banishment

On yond proud mnan, fhould take it off again
With words of Sooth (2); oh, that I were as great
As is my
my grief;
feffer than my name!
Or that I could forget what I have been,
Or not remember what I must be now!

rebellion, it will be long before it will live in peace, be fo settled as to be firm. The flow'r of England's face, is very happily explained, and any alteration is therefore needlefs.

(1) And by the bury'd band of warlike Gaunt,] It fhould be read juft the other way,

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And by the warlike hand of bury'd Gaunt.

I fee no great difference.


(2) With words of footh;] Sooth is sweet as well as true. In this place footh means fueetness or foftness, a fignification yet retained in the verb to footh.


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