That hand, which had the strength, even at your | SCENE IV.—The same.—Another part of the door, To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch; To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out Pand. Give me leave to speak. Lew. We will attend to neither :- [hand And so shall you, being beaten: Do but start for at Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and Sal. May this be possible? may this be true? Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this dan-Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, ger out. doubt. Bast. And thou shalt and it, Dauphin, do not [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.-A Field of Battle. Alarums.-Enter King JOHN and HUBERT. K. John. How goes the day with us? O tell me, Hubert. Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your jesty ? ma K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long, Lies heavy on me; O my heart is sick! Enter a MESSENGER. If Lewis by your assistance win the day. [soul Sal. We do believe thee,-Aud beshrew my Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faul- Stoop low within those bounds we have o'er conbridge, Desires your majesty to leave the field; Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great That was expected by the Dauphin here, K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burus me up, [Exeunt. [look'd, And calmly run on in obedience, Pembroke was not amongst the revolters: He maintained his loyalty unshaken, during the lowest fortune of the king.---Hume. + Lewis. An allusion to the images made by witches. § Immediate, Innovation. But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. Where is my prince the Dauphin? Bust. Withhold thine indignation, mighty And tempt us not to bear above our power!- [Exeunt. Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English SCENE VII.-The Orchard of Swinsteadlords, By his persuasion, are again fallen off: [long, I did not think to be so sad to-night, [Exeunt. Abbey. Enter Prince HENRY, SALISBURY, and BIGOT. Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Enter PEMBROKE. Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and holds belief, That, being brought into the open air, SCENE VI.-An open Place in the Neigh-It would allay the burning quality bourhood of Swinstead-Abbey. Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, meeting. or I shoot. Bast. A friend :-What art thou? Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not demand Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought: I will upon all hazards, well believe Who art thou? Bast. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, [me, Of that fell poison which assaileth him. Pem. He is more patient, I In their continuance, will not feel themselves. Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of night, With many legions of strange fantasies; Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are To set a form upon that indigest K. John. Aye, marry, now my soul hath el- It would not out at windows, nor at doors, Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen news; I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk: Hub. A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain, Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all And brought prince Henry in their company; K. John. The salt in them is hot.Within me is a hell; and there the poison Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize On unreprievable condemned blood. Enter the BASTARD. Bast. Oh! I am scalded with my violent motion, And spleen of speed to see your majesty. K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye: The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should sail, Are turned to one thread, one little hair: Bast. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him: For, in a night, the best part of my power, [The King dies. Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear. My liege! my lord!-But now a king,-now thus. P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop. What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, When this was now a king, and now is clay! Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, To do the office for thee of revenge; [heaven, The Dauphin rages at our very heels. Sal. It seems you know not then so much as we: The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, And brings from him such offers of our peace Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees Ourselves well sinewed to our defence. Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, Bast. Let it be so;-And you, my noble prince, With other princes that may best be spar'd, P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be in terr'd; For so he will'd it. Bast. Thither shall it then, And happily may your sweet self put on Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, To rest without a spot for evermore. P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Bast. O let us pay the time but needful THE LIFE AND DEATH OP KING RICHARD II. LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THE action of this drama comprises little more than the two last years of King Richard's reign. It commences with Bolinbroke's accusation of treason against Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, in 1398, and terminates with the murder of Richard at Pomfret Castle, about the year 1400. Shakspeare wrote the play in 1597, deriving his materials chiefly from Hollinshed's Chronicle, many passages of which, he has almost literally embodied with his own. The speech of the Bishop of Carlisle, in defence of King Richard's unalienable right, and immunity from human jurisdiction, is particularly copied from that old writer. The historical points of the tragedy are consequently accurate; for notwithstanding the Lancasterian prejudices of those who have recorded his reign, Richard was a weak prince, and unfit for government. He had capacity enough, but no solid judgment, nor good education: he was violeat in temper, profuse in expence, fond of idle show, devoted to favourites, and addicted to low society. Yet his punishment outbalanced his offence. Dr. Johnson has remarked of this play, that it cannot be said " much to affect the passions, or enlarge the understanding ;" but it is impossible to contemplate the abject degradation of the unfortunate monarch, as drawn by the poet, without questioning the truth and judgment of this critical rescript. In dignity of thought and fertility of expression, it is certainly superior to many of Shakspeare's productions, however it may yield to them in attractive incident or highly-wrought catastrophe. Yet where can we find a combination of circumstances more truly pathetic, than those with which Shakspeare has surrounded the short career of Richard, from his landing in Wales, to his murder at Pomfret. If the bitterness of his sorrow when deserted by his friends, and bearded by his barons--if the lowliness and patience of his carriage, whilst exposed to the insults of the rabble, and greeted with the mockery of homage by his aspiring rival---if the majesty of his sentiments, soaring above conscious helplessness or constitutional imbecility--and if his heroic resistance when despatched by his savage assailants--are not calculated to "affect the passions, or enlarge the understanding," there is no dramatic portraiture that is capable of doing so. |