Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell'st a tale so ill. Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Bushy? where is Green? That they have let the dangerous enemy Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it. I warrant, they have made peace with Bolingbroke. Scroop. Peace have they made with him, indeed, my lord. K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart' Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, And lie full low, grav'd in the hollow ground. Aum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wiltshire, dead? Of double-fatal yew-] From some of the ancient statutes it appears that every Englishman, while archery was practised, was obliged to keep in his house either a bow of yew or some other wood. It should seem therefore that yews were not only planted in church-yards to defend the churches from the wind, but on account of their use in making bows; while by the benefit of being secured in enclosed places, their poisonous quality was kept from doing mischief to cattle. STEEVENS. Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. Keeps death his court: and there the antick sits", To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Bores through his castle wall, and-farewell, king! 8 there the antick sits,] Here is an allusion to the antick or fool of old farces, whose chief part is to deride and disturb the graver and more splendid personages. JOHNSON. • Tradition,] This word seems here used for traditional practices: that is, established, or customary homage. For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, How can you say to me-I am a king? Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present woest, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well:-Proud Bolingbroke, To change blows with thee for our day of doom. An easy task it is, to win our own. Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? So may you by my dull and heavy eye, My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken:- And all your southern gentlemen in arms K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.- Of that sweet way I was in to despair! [TO AUMERLE What say you now? What comfort have we now? +"wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes,"-MALONE. By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, That bids me be of comfort1 any more. Go, to Flint castle; there I'll pine away; 2 For I have none:-Let no man speak again Aum. My liege, one word. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Wales. Before Flint Castle. Enter, with Drum and Colours, BOLINGBROKE and Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, North. The news is very fair and good, my lord ; 1 -I'll hate him everlastingly, That bids me be of comfort-] This sentiment is drawn from nature. Nothing is more offensive to a mind convinced that its distress is without a remedy, and preparing to submit quietly to irresistible calamity, than those petty and conjectured comforts which unskilful officiousness thinks it virtue to administer. 2 To ear] i. e. to plough it. North. Your grace mistakes me; only to be brief, Left I his title out. The time hath been, York. Would you have been so brief with him, he would Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, For taking so the head, your whole head's length. Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you should. York. Take not, good cousin, further than you should, Lest you mis-take: The heavens are o'er your head. Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not + Myself against their will.-But who comes here? Enter PERCY. Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield? Boling. Royally! Why, it contains no king? Percy. Yes, my good lord, It doth contain a king; king Richard lies Within the limits of yon lime and stone: And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury, North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle. [TO NORTH. Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle; Harry Bolingbroke On both his knees, doth kiss king Richard's hand; 3 For taking so the head,] To take the head is, to act without restraint, to take undue liberties. |