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For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
K. Rich. Thanks, noble Peer.
Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, King,
K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary ? tell me, gentle friend,
Groom. So proudly as he had disdain'd the ground.
K. Rich. So proud, that Bolingbroke was on his back!
(24) Where no Man ever comes, but that fad Dog] I have ventur'd at à Change here, against the Authority of the Copies, by the Direction of Mr. Warburton. Indeed, sad Dog favours too much of the Comedian, the Oratory of the late facetious Mr. Penkethman. And Drudge is the Word of Contempt, which our Author chuses to use on other like Occasions. So in the 2 Henry VI.
Oh, that I were a God, to shoot forth Thunder
Waft born to bear? I was not made a horse;
Enter Keeper, with a dish.
[To the Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
[Exit. Keep. My lord, will’t please you to fall to? K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou were wont to do.
Keep. My lord, I dare not; for Sir Pierce of Exton, Who late came from the King, commands the contrary.
K. Rich. The Dev'l take Henry of Lancaster, and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. [Beats the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help.
Enter Exton, and Servants. K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude
assault? Wretch, thine own hand yields thy death's instrument;
[Snatching a Sword. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [Kills another.
[Exton strikes him down. That band shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my perfon: thy fierce hand Hath with the King's blood ftain'd the King's own Land, Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.
[Dies. Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood; Both have I spilt: Oh, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me, I did well, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead King to the living King I'll bear; Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.
SCÉN E changes to the Court at Windsor.
Flourish : Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other Lords
Boling. K is that the Rebels have confum’d with fire
North. First to thy sacred State wish I all happiness;
[Presenting a paper. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains, And to thy worth will add right-worthy gains.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitz-water, shall not be forgot,
Enter Percy, and the Bishop of Carlisle.
Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom :
For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
Enter Exton, with a coffin.
(25) A deed of slander with thy fatal hand, Upon my head, and all this famous Land. Exton. From your own mouth, my Lord, did I this
deed. Boling. They love not poison, that do poison need; Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, I hate 'the murth’rer, love him murthered. The Guilt of Conscience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word, nor princely favour. With Cain go wander through the shade of night, And never shew thy head by day, or light. Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow. Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, And put on sullen Black, incontinent: I'll make a voyage to the Holy.land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand. March fadly after, grace my Mourning here, In weeping over this untimely Bier.
[Exeunt omnes. (25)
- for Thou hast wrought A Deed of Slaughter with thy fatal Hand] I have chose the Reading of the elder Quarto here, a Deed of Slander, &c. For Richard's Murther might be a Reproach upon the whole Country, tho' his Death could not be laid to their general Charge.