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Depos'd thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart?
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended.
to quit their grief,] To retaliate their mournful storiese
The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,
end. Take leave, and part; for you must part forthwith.
K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd ?-Bad men, ye violate A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me;. And then, betwixt me and my married wife. Let me unkiss the oath betwixt thee and me; And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.-Part us, Northumberland; I towards the north, Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime; My wife to France; from whence, set forth in
pomp, She came adorned hither like sweet May, Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of day.
Queen. And must we be divided? must we part? K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and
heart from heart. Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with North. That were some love, but little policy.
Hallowmas,] All-hallows, or all-hallowtide; the first of November.
Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one
Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here;
being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart.
[They kiss. Queen. Give me mine own again; "twere no
good part, To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart.
[Kiss 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 rest let sorrow say.
8 Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near”.] The meaning is, it is better to be at a great distance, than being near each other, to find that we yet are not likely to be peaceably and happily united.
A Room in the Duke of York's Palace:
Enter York, and his Duchess.
Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell the
York. Where did I leave?
At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands, froin windows tops, Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head. York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Boling
broke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,-With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, While all tongues cried—God save thee, Boling
broke! You would have thought the very
windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage; and that all the walls, With painted imag'ry, had said at once, — Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke! Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus,- I thank you, countrymen: And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.
9 With painted imag’ry, had said 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 sometimes had labels issuing from their mouths, containing sentences of gratulation.
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 stage, Are idly bent on hiin that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save
him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience,That had not God, for some 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 these events; To whose high will we bound our calm contents. To Bolingbroke are we sworn subiects now, Whose state and honour I for
Duch. Here comes my son Aumerle.
Aumerie that was;2
1 As in a theatre, &c.] “ The painting of this description (says Dryden, in his preface to Troilus and Cressida, is so lively, and the words so moving, that I have scarce read any thing comparable to it, in any other language.
Aumerle that was;] The Dukes of Aumerle, Surrey, and Exeter, were, by an act of Henry's first parliament, deprived of their dukedoms, but were allowed to retain their earldoms of Rutland, Kent, and Huntingdon.,