Go, count thy way with fighs; I, mine with groans QUEEN. So longeft way fhall have the longest

moans.

K. RICH. Twice for one ftep I'll groan, the way being fhort,

And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing forrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is fuch length in grief. One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart.

[They kifs. QUEEN. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part,

To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart."

[Kifs 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 reft let forrow fay. [Exeunt,

The fame. A Room in the Duke of YORK's Palace. Enter YORK, and his Duchefs.

DUCH. My lord, you told me, you would tell the reft, When weeping made you break the ftory off Of our two coufins coming into London.

The meaning is, it is better to be at a great diftance, than being near each other, to find that we yet are not likely to be peaceably and happily united. MALONE.

2

-and kill thy heart.] So, in our author's Venus and Adonis : they have murder'd this poor heart of mine." MALONE. Again, in K. Henry V. A&t II. fc. i: "he'll yield the crow a pudding one of thefe days: the king hath kill'd his heart."

STEEVENS.

YORK. Where did I leave?

DUCH. At that fad ftop, my lord, Where rude mifgovern'd hands, from windows' tops, Threw duft and rubbish on king Richard's head. TORK. Then, as I faid, the duke, great Bolingbroke,

Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,

Which his afpiring rider feem'd to know,-
With flow, but stately pace, kept on his courfe,
While all tongues cried-God fave thee, Boling-
broke!

You would have thought the very windows fpake,
So many greedy looks of young and old
Through cafements darted their defiring eyes
Upon his vifage; and that all the walls,
With painted imag'ry, had faid at once,-
Jefu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!
Whilst he, from one fide to the other turning,
Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck,
Befpake them thus,-I thank you, countrymen:
And thus ftill doing, thus he pafs'd along.

DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the while?

YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the ftage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious:

Even fo, or with much more contempt, men's eyes

3 With painted imag'ry, had faid 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 fometimes had labels iffuing from their mouths, containing fentences of gratulation. MALONE.

4 Are idly bent-] That is, carelessly turned, thrown without attention. This the poet learned by his attendance and practice on the ftage. JOHNSON.

Did fcowl on Richard; no man cried, God fave him;

No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:
But duft was thrown upon his facred head;
Which with fuch gentle forrow he shook off,-
His face ftill combating with tears and smiles,
The badges of his grief and patience,—

That had not God, for fome strong purpose, steel'd
The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted,
And barbarism itself have pitied him.

But heaven hath a hand in thefe events;

To whofe high will we bound our calm contents. To Bolingbroke are we fworn fubjects now, Whose state and honour I for aye allow.

5 His face fill combating with tears and fmiles,

The badges of his grief and patience,] There is, I believe, no image, which our poet more delighted in than this. So, in a former fcene of this play:

"As a long-parted mother with her child,

Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting.”

Again, in K. Lear:

"Patience and forrow ftrove

"Who fhould exprefs her goodlieft:

her fmiles and tears

"Were like a better May."

Again, in Cymbeline :

"A fmiling with a figh."

Again, in Macbeth:

"My plenteous joys,

"Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
"In drops of forrow."

Again, in Coriolanus :

"Where senators fhall mingle tears with smiles.”

Again, in The Tempest:

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-I am a fool

"To weep at what I am glad of."

So alfo, Drayton in his Mortimeriados, 4to. 1596:

With thy fweete kiffes fo them both beguile,
"Untill they smiling weep, and weeping smile."

MALONE.

Enter AUMERLE.

DUCH. Here comes my fon Aumerle.

YORK.

Aumerle that was;" But that is loft, for being Richard's friend, And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: I am in parliament pledge for his truth, And lafting fealty to the new-made king.

DUCH. Welcome, my son: Who are the violets now, That strew the green lap of the new-come fpring?" 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 fpring of time,

Left you be cropp'd before you come to prime. What news from Oxford? hold thofe jufts and triumphs?"

AUM. For aught I know, my lord, they do.

YORK. You will be there, I know.

AUM. If God prevent it not; I purpose fo.

6 Aumerle that was;] The Dukes of Aumerle, Surrey, and Exeter, were by an act of Henry's firft parliament deprived of their dukedoms, but were allowed to retain their earldoms of Rutland, Kent, and Huntingdon. Holinfbed, p. 513, 514.

STEEVENS.

7 That firew the green lap of the new-come Spring?] So, in Milton's Song on May Morning:

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- who from her green lap throws

"The yellow cowflip, and the pale primrose." STEEVENS. bear you well] That is, conduct yourself with prudence. JOHNSON.

jufts and triumphs?] Triumphs are Shows, fuch as Masks, Revels, &c.

So, in the Third Part of K. Henry VI. A&t V. fc. vii: "And now what refts, but that we fpend the time "With stately triumphs, mirthful comick fhows, "Such as befit the pleasures of the court?" STEEVENS.

YORK. What feal is that, that hangs without thy bofom? 2

Yea, look'st thou pale? let me fee the writing.3
AUM. My lord, 'tis nothing.

YORK.

No matter then who fees it:

I will be fatisfied, let me fee the writing.

AUM. I do befeech your grace to pardon me; It is a matter of fmall confequence,

Which for fome reasons I would not have seen. YORK. Which for some reasons, fir, I mean to fee. I fear, I fear,

DUCH.

What fhould you fear? Tis nothing but fome bond, that he is enter'd into For gay apparel, 'gainst the triumph day.

YORK. Bound to himfelf? what doth he with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.Boy, let me fee the writing.

AUM. I do befeech you, pardon me; I may not fhow it.

YORK. I will be fatisfied; let me fee it, I fay. [Snatches it, and reads. Treafon! foul treafon!-villain! traitor! flave! DUCH. What is the matter, my lord?

YORK. Ho! who is within there? [Enter a Servant.] Saddle my horse.

God for his mercy! what treachery is here!

What feal is that, that hangs without thy bofom?] The seals of deeds were formerly impreffed on flips or labels of parchment, appendant to them. MALONE.

3 Yea, look'st thou pale? let me fee the writing.] Such harsh and defective lines as this, are probably corrupt, and might be easily fupplied, but that it would be dangerous to let conjecture loofe on fuch flight occafions. JOHNSON.

Perhaps Shakspeare wrote-Boy, let me fee the writing. York ufes thefe words a little lower. MALONE.