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Are clamorous grốans, that strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: So sighs, and tears, and groans,
Show minutes, times, and hours :—but my time
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his Jack o’the clock 8.
This musick mads me, let it sound no more;
For, though it have holpe madmen to their wits 9,
In me, it seems, it will make wise men mad,
Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
Is a strange brooch 10 in this all-hating world.

Enter Groom.
Groom. Hail, royal prince!
K. Rich.

Thanks, noble peer; The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. What art thou ? and how comest thou hither, Where no man never comes, but that sad dog That brings me food, to make misfortune live?

Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, With much ado, at length have gotten leave To look upon my sometimes 11 royal master's face. 0, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld, In London streets, that coronation day,

8 That is, I strike for him. One of these automatons is alluded to in King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3 :

Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke

Between thy begging and my meditation.' Again, in an old comedy, entitled, If this be not a good play the Devil is in it, 1612:

so would I, And we their Jacks o'the clockhouse.' 9 See Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, part ii. sect. 2.

10 Brooch, an ornamented buckle, and also a jewel in general, here figuratively used for jewel.

11 Sometimes was used for former, as well as sometime. Aliquando.

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When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary!
That horse, that thou so often hast bestrid;
That horse, that I so carefully have dress’d!
K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle

How went he under him?

Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground 12. K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his

back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down (Since pride must have a fall), and break the neck Of that proud man that did usurp

his back? Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, Since thou, created to be aw'd by man, Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse ; And yet I bear a burden like an ass, Spur-gall’d, and tir’d, by jauncing 13 Bolingbroke.

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

[Exit. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.

Keep.My lord, I dare not; Sir Pierce of Exton, who Lately came from the king, commands the contrary.

12 Froissart relates a yet more silly tale of a greyhound of King Richard's, ' who was wont to leape upon the king, but left the king and came to the erle of Derby, duke of Lancastre, and made to him the same frendly countenance and chere as he was wont to do to the king.'-Froissart, by Berners, v. 11. fo.cccxxx.

13 Jancing is hard riding, from the old French word jancer, which Cotgrave explains « To stir a horse in the stable till he sweat withall; or (as our) to jaunt.'

shall say.

K. Rich. The devil 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, armed. K. Rich. How now? what means death in this

rude assault? Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.

[Snatching a weapon and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell.

[He kills another, and then Exton strikes

him down 14. That hand shall burn in never quenching fire, That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce

hand Hath with the king's blood stain’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 15. 14 These stage directions are not in the old copies.

15 The representation here given of the king's death is perfectly agreeable to Hall and Holinshed (who copied from Fabian, with whom the story of Exton is thought to have its origin). But the fact was otherwise. He refused food for several days, and died of abstinence and a broken heart. See Walsingham, Otterburne, the Monk of Evesham, the Continuator of the History of Croyland, and The Godstow Chronicle. His body, after being submitted to public inspection in the church of Pomfret, was brought to London, and exposed in Cheapside for two hours,

his heade on a black cushion, and his visage open,' when it was viewed, says Froissart, by twenty thousand persons, and finally in St. Paul's Cathedral. Stowe seems to have had before him a manuscript history of the latter part of King Richard's life, written by a person who was with him in Wales. He says he was imprisoned in Pomfrait Castle, where xv dayes and nightes they vexed him with continual hunger, thirst, and cold, and finally bereft him of his life with such a kind of death as never before that time was knowen in England.''

Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood: Both have I spilt! 0, '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.


SCENE VI. Windsor. A Room in the Castle.

Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE, and YORK,

with Lords and Attendants. Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is—that the rebels have consum’d with fire Our town of Cicester in Glocestershire; But whether they be ta’en, or slain, we hear not.

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. Welcome, my lord: What is the news ? North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all hap

piness. The next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent1 : The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this



[Presenting a paper, Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy,for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.

Enter FITZWATER. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely; Two of the dangerous consorted traitors, That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.

So the folio. The quarto reads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent. The folio is right according to the histories.


Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.

Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of West

With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy,
Hath yielded up his body to the grave:
But here is Carlisle living to abide
Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride.

Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom 3 : -
Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,
More than thou hast, and with it 'joy thy life
So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strife:
For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.

Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a Coffin.

Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast

wrought A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand, Upon my head, and all this famous land.

2 This abbot of Westminster was William de Colchester. The relation, which is taken from Holinshed, is untrue, as he survived the king many years; and though called “the grand conspirator,' it is very doubtful whether he had any concern in the conspiracy; at least nothing was proved against him.

3 The bishop of Carlisle was committed to the Tower, but on the intercession of his friends obtained leave to change his prison for Westminster Abbey. In order to deprive him of his see, the pope, at the king's instance, translated him to a bishoprick in partibus infidelium; and the only perferment he could ever after obtain was a rectory in Gloucestershire.

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