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ACT V. SCENE I.
SCENE III. A Defcription of Bolingbroke's and
Richard's Entry into London. Them, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, (5) Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Which his afpiring rider seem'd to know, With flow, but stately pace, kept on his course : While all tongues cry’d, God save thee, Bolingbroke! You wou'd have thought the very windows spoke, So many greedy looks of
and old Throuh cafements darted their defiring eyes Upon his visage; and that all the walls, With painted imag'ry,'had said at once, Fefu, preserve thee! welcome Bolingbroke ! Whilft he, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower than his proud 1teed's neck, Bespoke them thus ; I thank you, countrymen ; And this still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas! poor Richard, where rides he the
while ? York. As in a theatre the eyes of men,
(5) The king afterwards hearing of this horfe from his groom obferves,
So proud, that Bolingbroke was on his back!
After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage,
SCENE IV. Violets.
(6) Who are the violets now,
I have been studying how to compare
(6) Who, &c.] Milion doubtless had this passage in his eye, when in his pretty song, On May-morning, he wrote,
Now the briglit morning-sar, day's harbinger,
Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves
THIS play (says Johnson) is extracted from the Chronicle of HoIngstad, in which many páffages may be found which Shakespear has, with very little alteration, transplanted into his scenes ; particularly a speech of the bishop of Carlisle in defence of king Richard's unalienableright, and immunity from human jurisdiction.
Fon on who, in his Cariline and Sejanus,, has inserted many speeches from the Roman historians, was perhaps induced to that practice by the example of Shakespear, who had condescended sometimes to copy more ignoble writers. But Shakespear had more of his own than Jomson, and, if he sometimes was willing. to spare his labour, shewed by what he performed at other. times, that his extracts were made by choice or idleness rather than pecessity.
This play is one of those which Shakifprar has apparently re-vised; but as success in works of invention is not always propor-tionate to labour, it is not finished at last with the happy force of some other of his tragedies, nor can be said much to affect the passions, or enlarge the understanding.
COW are our brows bound with victorious wreaths
for monuments :
(1) But, &c.] See Longinus on the Sublime, fect. 38. the latter end.
Deformid, unfinish'd, sent before my time
SCENE JI. Richard's Love for Lady Anne.
of thine from mine hath drawn salt tears Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops : These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, Not when my father York, and Edward wept, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made; When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him; Nor when thy warlike-father, like a child, Told the sad story of my
father's death, And twenty times made pause to sob and weep, That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Like trees bedash'd with rain : in that sad time, My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear : And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. I never sued to friend nor enemy: My tongue could never learn fweet smoothing words ; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
(2) See Othello,
207. n. 3.