For no thought is contented. The better fort, Against the word; as thus; Come, little ones; and then again, It is as hard to come, as for a Camel Thoughts, tending to ambition, they do plot [Mufick My My thoughts are minutes; and () with fighs they jar, Their watches to mine eyes the outward watch Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing ftill, in cleaning them from tears. SAMES CENE XL éle Enter Groom. Groom. Hail, royal Prince. K Rich. Thanks, noble Peer. The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. (1)with fighs they jar, Their watches, Sec.} } think this expreffion must be corrupt, but I know not well how to make it better. The firft quarto reads, My thoughts are minutes; and with fighs they jar The fecond quarto: My iboughts are minutes, and with There watches on unio mine eyes ward watch. fighs they jar, The first folio agrees with the fecond quarto. Perhaps out of there two readings the right may be made. Watch Teems to be ufed in a double fenfe, for a quantity of time, and for the inftrument that measures time. Fread, but with no great confidence, thus: My thoughts are minutes, and with fighs they jar Their watches on; mine eyes the outward watch, (2) in this ALL-HATING world.] We fhould read: FALL-HATING, i. e. Love to Richard is a very rare jewel, in a world that thuns and avoids thofe who are fallen, or in misforWARBURTON. tunes. I believe the meaning is, this world in which I am univerfally bated. (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? Forgiveness, horfe; why do I rail on thee, Since thou, created to be aw'd by man, Waft born to bear? I was not made a horfe, And yet I bear a burthen like an ass, Spur-gall'd, and tir'd, by jaunting Bolingbroke. (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 facetious Mr. Penkethman. And Drudge is the word of Contempt, which our authour chufes to ufe on other like Occafions. THEOBALD. Dr. Warburton fays peremptorily, read Drudge-but I still per fift in the old reading. SCENE SCENE XII. Enter Keeper, with a difb. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer ftay. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart" fhall fay. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? [Exit. It 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 Lancafter, 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 affealt? What mea 2 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 frikes him down. That hand fhall 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, my foul! thy feat is up on high; Whilft my grofs fiefh finks downward, here to die. [Dies. Exton. As full of valour as of royal blood; [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE XIIL Changes to the Court at Windfor. Flourib: Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other Lords and attendants. Baling. Kis, that the Rebels have confum'd with fire IND Uncle York, the latest news we hear, Our town of Gicefter in Gloucefterfbire; Enter Northumberland. Welcome, my lord: what is the news? North. First to thy facred State with I all happiness ; The next news is, I have to London fent The heads of Sal'sbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Rent : At large difcourfed in this paper here. な [Prefenting a Paper. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pians, And to thy worth will add right-worthy gains. We Enter Fitz-water. Fitz-. My lord, I have from Oxford fent to London The heads of Broccas, and Sir Bennet Seely Two of the dangerous conforted traytors, That fought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. Boling, Thy pains, Fitz-water, fhall not be forgot, Right noble is thy merit, well I wot. Enter Percy, and the Bishop of Carlile. Percy. The grand Confpirator, Abbot of Weftminster, With clog of confcience, and four melancholy, Hath yielded up his body to the Grave: But here is Carlisle, living to abide Thy kingly doom, and fentence of his pride. Chufe out fomne fecret place, fome reverend room Enter |