Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, 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: In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, 6 And send the hearers weeping to their beds. And, in compassion, weep the fire out: And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd; You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. +" and the king of beasts?"- MALONE. 6 to quit their grief;] To retaliate their mournful stories, And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; With all swift speed you must away to France. K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where-withal The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, hours of age More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, And he shall think, that thou, which know'st the way To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end. Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith. K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd? - Bad men, ye violate And yet Sent back like Hallowmas7, or short'st of day. 7 Queen. And must we be divided? must we part? Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me. November. Hallowmas,] All-hallows, or all-hallow-tide; the first of - Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; And piece the way out with a heavy heart. [They kiss. Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part, To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. [Kiss again. So, now I have mine own again, begone, That I may strive to kill it with a groan. K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say. [Exeunt. The same. SCENE II. A Room in the Duke of York's Palace. Enter YORK, and his Duchess. Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off Of our two cousins coming into London. York. Where did I leave? At that sad stop, my lord, Duch. Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows' tops, Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, — Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, 8 Better far off, than · near, be neʼer the near'.] The meaning is, it is better to be at a great distance, than being near each other, to find that we yet are not likely to be peaceably and happily united.. Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,→→ - With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the while? York. As in a theatre1 the eyes of men, Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd • With painted imag'ry, had said at once,] Our author probably was thinking of the painted clothes that were hung in the streets, in the pageants that were exhibited in his own time; in which the figures sometimes had labels issuing from their mouths, containing sentences of gratulation. 1 As in a theatre, &c.] "The painting of this description (says, Dryden, in his preface to Troilus and Cressida,) is so lively, and the words so moving, that I have scarce read any thing comparable to it, in any other language." But heaven hath a hand in these events; To whose high will we bound our calm contents. Enter AUMERLE. Duch. Here comes my son Aumerle. York. Aumerle that was;2 But that is lost, for being Richard's friend, And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: And lasting fealty to the new-made king. Duch. Welcome, my son: Who are the violets now, That strew the green lap of the new-come spring? Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. York. Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs? Aum. For ought I know, my lord, they do. York. You will be there, I know. Aum. If God prevent it not; I purpose so. York. What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom? Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. Aum. My lord, 'tis nothing. York. No matter then who sees it: I will be satisfied, let me see the writing. Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not have seen. York. Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. I fear, I fear, 2- Aumerle that was ;] The dukes of Aumerle, Surrey, and Exeter, were, by an act of Henry's first parliament, deprived of their dukedoms, but were allowed to retain their earldoms of Rutland, Kent, and Huntingdon. |