My thoughts are minutes; and' with fighs they jar, Is pointing ftill, in cleansing them from tears. with fighs they jar, Their watches, &C.- ] I think this expreffion must be corrupt, but I know not well how to make it better. The first quarto reads, My thoughts are minutes; and The fecond quarto: double fenfe, for a quantity of Whereto, &c. 2 in this ALL-HATING world.] We fhould read My thoughts are minutes, and FALL-HATING, i. e. Love to with fighs they jar, There watches on unto mine eyes the outward watch. The first folio agrees with the fecond quarto. Perhaps out of these two readings the right may be made. Watch feems to be used in a Richard is a very rare jewel, in a world that fhuns and avoids those who are fallen, or in misfortunes. WARBURTON. I believe the meaning is, this world in which I am univerfally hated. SCENE SCENE XI Enter Groom, Groom. Hail, royal Prince. K. Rich. Thanks, noble Peer. The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. 3 Where no man ever comes, but that fad dog, K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him? Groom. So proudly, as he had difdain'd the ground. K. Rich. So proud, that Bolingbroke was on his back! That jade had eat bread from my royal hand, This hand hath made him proud with clapping him; Would he not ftumble? would he not fall down, Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck Of that proud man, that did ufurp his back? Forgivenefs, horfe; why do I rail on thee, 3 Where no Man ever comes, but that fad Dog.] I have ventur'd at a Change here, against the Authority of the Copies, by the Direction of Dr. Warburton. Indeed, fad Dog favours too much of the Comedian, the Oratory of the late fa And cetious Mr. Penkethman. THEOBALD, Since Since thou, created to be aw'd by man, SCENE XII. Enter Keeper, with a dish. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. [To the Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart fhall fay. [Exit. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? K. Rich. Tafte of it firft, as thou wert 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 ftale, and I am weary of it. Keep. Help, help, help! [Beats the Keeper. Enter Exton, and Servants. K. Rich. How now, what means death in this rude affault? Wretch, thine own hand yields thy death's inftrument, [Snatching a Sword, and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [Kills another. [Exton ftrikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That ftaggers thus my perfon; thy fierce hand Hath with the King's blood ftain'd the King's own Land. Mount, Mount, mount, my foul! thy feat is up on high; Whilft my grofs flesh finks downward, here to die. [Dies. Exton. As full of valour as of royal blood; Both have I fpilt: 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 reft, and give them burial here. SCENE XIII. Changes to the Court at Windfor. [Exeunt. Flourish: Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other Lords and attendants. Boling. IND Uncle York, the latest news we hear, K Is, that the Rebels have confum'd with fire Our town of Cicefter in Gloucestershire; But whether they be ta'en or flain, we hear not. Enter Northumberland. Welcome, my lord: what is the news? North. First to thy facred State wish I all happiness; The next news is, I have to London fent The heads of Sal'fbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent : The manner of their Taking may appear At large difcourfed in this paper here. [Prefenting a Paper. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains, And to thy worth will add right-worthy gains. Enter Fitz-water. Fitz-w. My Lord, I have from Oxford fent to London H 4 The The heads of Broccas, and Sir Bennet Seely; Boling. Thy pains, Fitz water, fhall not be forgot, Right noble is thy merit, well I wot. Enter Percy, and the Bishop of Carlisle. Thy kingly doom, and fentence of his pride. Chufe out fome fecret place, fome reverend room Enter Exton, with a coffin. Exton. Great King, within this Coffin I prefent Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou haft wrought A deed of flander 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 poifon, that do poifon need; Nor do I thee; though I did with him dead, I hate the murth'rer, love him murthered. The Guilt of Confcience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word, nor princely favour; With Cain go wander through the fhade of night, And never fhew thy head by day, or light. Lords, |