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His face ftill combating with tears and smiles,
The badges of his grief and patience
That had not God for some strong purpose, steeld
The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted ;
And barbarism itself have pitied him.
SCENE IV. VIOLETS.
* Who are the violets now, That strew the green lap of the new-come spring.?"
Scene X. K. Richard's Soliloquy in Prison..
I have been studying how to compare,
This prison, where I live, unto the world ;
And, for because the world is populous,
And here is not a creature but my felf,
I cannot do it ;- yet I'll hammer on't.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My foul, the father; and these two beget
A generation of still breeding thoughts
And these fame thoughts people this litle world,
In humour, like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented.
* * *
Thoughts tending to content, fatter themselves;
That they are not the firft of fortune's laves,
And shall not be the last : (like filly beggars,
Who, fitting in the ftocks, refuge their fame,
That many have, and others must fit there )
And in this thought they find a kind of eafe,
Woo, &c.] Milton doubtless had this paffage in his eye, whes is his pretty song, On May-morning, he wrote,
Now the bright morning-ftar, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cownip, and the vale primrose.
Bearing.their own misfortune on the back
Of such as have before endurd the like.,
Thus play I, in one prison, many people,
And none contented. Sometimes am I king,
Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am.
Then crushing penury
Persuades me, I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again ; and by and by,
Think, that I am unking?d by Bolingbroke,
And ftrait am nothing But what-e'er I am,
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be easid
With being nothing.
The Life and Death of King
Richard, on his own Deformity.
OW are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ;
Our ftern alarums chang'd to me ry meetings;
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-vifag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed fteeds
To fright the souls of fearful adverfaries,
He cafers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
(1) But I, that am not thap'd for fportive tricks,
Nor made to court an am'rous looking glass,
1, that am rudely stampt, and want love's majesty,
To ftrut before a wanton, ambling nymph;
J, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformd, unfinith'd, sent before
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely, and unfashionably,
That dogs bark at nie, as I halt by them:
Why I, (in this weak piping time of peace)
(1) But, &c.] See Longinus on the Sublime. sect. 38. the latter end.
Have no delight to pass away the time ;
Unless to spy my shadow in the fun,
And descant on my own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days *
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
SCENE II. Richard's Love for Lady Anne.
of thine from miñe have drawn salt tears Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops : These
eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,
Not when my father York, and Edward wept,
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made;
When black-fac'd Clifford fhook his sword at him ;
Nor when thy war-like father, like a child,
Told the sad story of my father's death,
And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks,
Like trees be-dash'd with rain : in that fad time,
My manly eyes did fcorn an humble tear:
And what these sorrows could not thence exhase,
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping
I never sued to friend, nor enemy;
My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing words ;
But now my beauty is propos'd my fee,
My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
On his own Person, after his successful Addresses.
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my person all this while:
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marv'lous, proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
See Orkello, p. 161, R. 3.
And entertain a score or two of taylors,
To ftudy fashions to adorn my body :
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
Scene IV. Queen Margaret's Execrations,
The worm of conscience ftill be-gnaw thy soul
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'it,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends :
No fleep close up thac deadly eye of thine,
Unless it be when fome tormenting dream
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils !
Thou elvish-markt abortive, rooting hog!
Thou that was seal'd in thy nativity
(2) The Dave of nature, and the son of hell !
Thou slander of thy heavy mother's womb !
Thou loathed.iffue of thy father's loins !
(3) Thou rag of honour, thou detested.
I was born so high,
Our airy buildeth in the Cedar's top,
And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun,
(2) The slave af nature] She afterwards fays,
Sin death and hell have set their marks upon him.
Mr. Warburton observes, “ that the expresion in the text is strong
and noble, and alludes to an antient custom of masters branding
of their slaves : by which it is insinuated, that his mis-ihipen
person was a mark that nature had set upon him to ftigmatize
his ill conditions,” It has been long since observed, that.
Disfortum vultum fequitur distortio morum.
A face diftorted generally proclaims
(3) Rag, &c.] Richard speaking of Richmond and his followers
in the latt act of this play says,
Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,
These familh'd beggars weary of their lives.