[To fight with Glendower and his Complices ;] A while to Work; and, after, Holy-day. [Exeunt. Enter King Richard, Aumerle, Bishop of Carlisle, and Soldiers. K. Rich. Barklongbly caffle call you this at hand? Aum. Yea, my good lord; how brooks your Grace the air, After your toffing on the breaking Seas? K. Rich. Needs muft I like it well. I weep for joy Plays fondly with her tears, and fmiles in meeting; nor is fo far affur'd of the Suc ceffion, as to think of going to fupprefs Infurrections before he is planted in the Throne. Befides, we find, the Oppofition of Glendower begins the First Part of K. Henry IV; and Mortimer's Defeat by that hardy Welfman is the Tidings of the firft Scene of that Play. Again, tho' Glendover, in the very firft Year of K. Henry IV, began to be troublafome, put in for the Supre macy of Wales, and imprifon'd Mortimer; yet it was not 'till the fucceeding Year, that the King employed any Force against him THEOBALD. This emendation, which I think is juít, has been followed by Sir 7. Ha mer, but is neglected by Dr. Warburton. Here may be properly inferted the laft fcene of the fecond act. Yield flinging nettles to mine enemies; Bishop. Fear not, my Lord; that Pow'r, that made you King, Hath pow'r to keep you King, in fpight of all. Aum. He means, my lord; that we are too remifs; Whilft Bolingbroke, through our fecurity, Grows ftrong and great, in fubftance and in power. K Rich. Difcomfortable Coufin, know'st thou not, The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, Who all this while hath revell'd in the night, Welcome, my lord, how far off lies your Power? And thou fhalt have twelve thoufand fighting men. To day, to day, -unhappy day, too late O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state. 6 The breath of averly men.] Here is the doctrine of indefeafible right expreffed in the frongest terms, but our poet did not learn it in the reign of King James, to which it is now the practice of all writers, whofe opinions are regulated by fashion or intereft, to impute the original of every tenet which they have been taught to think falfe or foolish. Aum. Aum. Comfort, my Liège, why looks your Grace fo pale ? K. Rich. But now the blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face, and they are fled. And till fo much blood thither come again, Have I not reason to look pale, and dead? All fouls, that will be fafe, fly from my fide; For time hath fet a blot upon my pride. Aum. Comfort, my Liege; remember, who you are. K. Rich. I had forgot my felf. Am I not King? Awake, thou coward Majefty, thou sleepest; Is not the King's name forty thousand names? Arm, arm, my Name; a puny Subject strikes At thy great glory. Look not to the ground, Ye fav'rites of a King, are we not high? High be our thoughts. I know, my uncle York Hath pow'r to serve our turn. But who comes here? Scroop. More health and happiness betide my Liege, Than can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him! 7 K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepar'd. The worft is worldly lofs thou canst unfold. Say, is my Kingdom loft? why, 'twas my care, 7 Mine ear is open. It feems to be the defign of the poet to raife Richard to cfteem in his fall, and confequently to intereft the reader in his favour. He gives him only paffive fortitude, the virtue of a confeffor rather than of a king. In his profperity we faw him imperious and oppreffive, but in his diftrefs he is wife, patient, and pious. E 4 They They break their faith to God, as well as us. Like an unfeasonable stormy day, Which makes the filver rivers drown their fhores, So high above his limits fwells the rage Of Bolingbroke, cov'ring your fearful Land With hard bright steel, and hearts more hard than steel. K. Rich Too well, too well, thou tell'ft a Tale fo ill. Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? |