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There lies the substance : and I thank thee, king,
Name it, fair cousin.
Boling. Yet ask.
---Conveyers are you all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.
[Exeunt K. Rich., some Lords, and a Guard. Boling. On Wednesday next we solemnly set down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. [Exeunt all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle,
and AUMERLE. Abbot. A woful pageant have we here beheld.
Car. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.
Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot ?
Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the sacrament
1 « To convey” is the word for sleight of hand or juggling. Richard means that it is a term of contempt—"jugglers are you all.”
2 This is the last of the additional lines first printed in the quarto of 1608. In the first editions there is no personal appearance of king Richard.
To bury mine intents, but also to effect
SCENE I. London. A Street leading to the Tower.
Enter Queen and Ladies.
Enter KING RICHARD, and Guards.
you in pity may dissolve to dew,
1 By ill-erected is probably meant erected for evil purposes.
2 Map is used for picture. In the Rape of Lucrece, Shakspeare calls sleep “ the map of death."
3 Inn does not, probably, here mean a house of public entertainment, but a dwelling or lodging generally; in which sense the word was anciently used.
Why should hard-favored grief be lodged in thee,
K. Rich. "Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind Transformed and weakened ? Hath Boling broke Deposed thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart ? The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o’erpowered ; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly; kiss the rod, And fawn on rage with base humility, Which art a lion and a king of beasts? K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but
beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France; Think I am dead; and that even here thou tak'st, As from my death-bed, my last living leave. In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woful ages, long ago betid; And, ere thou bid good night, to quit? their grief, Tell thou the lamentable fall of me, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. For why, the senseless brands will sympathize The heavy accent of thy moving tongue, And, in compassion, weep the fire out;
i Sworn brother alludes to the fratres jurati, who, in the age of adventure, bound themselves by mutual oaths to share fortunes together.
2 To requite their mournful stories. 3 The quarto of 1.597 reads tale.