And bow my knee before his Majesty:
For Mowbray and my self are like two men
That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;
Then let us take a ceremonious Leave,
And loving Farewel, of our several friends.

Mar. Th' Appellant in all duty greets yourHighness, [To K. Rich. And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave.

K. Rich. We will defcend and fold him in our arms.
Coufin of Hereford, as thy Caufe is right,
So be thy Fortune in this royal fight!

Farewel, my Blood; which if to day thou fhed,
Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.
Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear
For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's fpear:
As confident, as is the Faulcon's flight
Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
My loving lord, I take my leave of you,
Of you, my noble Coufin, lord Aumerle.
Not fick, although I have to do with Death;
But lufty, young, and chearly drawing Breath.
Lo, as at English Feafts, fo I
regreet

The daintieft laft, to make the end moft fweet:
Oh thou! the earthly author of my blood, [To Gaunt.
Whose youthful fpirit, in me regenerate,

Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up
To reach at Victory above my head,

Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;
And with thy Bleffings fteel my Lance's point,
That it may enter Mowbray's waxen Coat,
And furbish new the Name of John o' Gaunt
Ev'n in the lufty 'haviour of his fon.

[rous!

Gaunt. Heav'n in thy good Cause make thee profpeBe fwift like Lightning in the execution, And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the Cafque Of thy adverse pernicious enemy.

Rouze

Rouze up thy youthful blood, be brave and live. Boling. Mine innocence, God and St. George to thrive!

Mowb. However heav'n or fortune caft my lot, There lives, or dies, true to King Richard's Throne, A loyal, juft and upright Gentleman:

Never did Captive with a freer heart

Caft off his chains of bondage, and embrace
His golden uncontroul'd enfranchisement,
More than my dancing foul doth celebrate
This Feast of battle, with mine adversary.
Moft mighty Liege, and my companion Peers,
Take from my mouth the wish of happy years;
'As gentle and as jocund, as to juft,
Go I to fight: Truth hath a quiet breaft.
K. Rich. Farewel, my lord; fecurely I espy
Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.
Order the tryal, Marfhal, and begin.

Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
Receive thy Lance; and heav'n defend thy Right!
Boling. Strong as a tower in hope, I cry Amen.
Mar. Go bear this Lance to Thomas Duke of Norfolk.
1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
Stands here for God, his Sovereign and Himself,
On pain to be found falfe and recreant,

To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,
A traitor to his God, his King, and him

;

And dares him to fet forward to the fight.

2 Her. Here ftandeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,

On pain to be found falfe and recreant,
Both to defend himself, and to approve
Henry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,

To God, his Sovereign, and to him, difloyal:

6 As gentle and as jocund, as to JEST,] Not fo neither. We fhould read, to JUST, i. e, to tilt or tourny, which was a kind of sport too.

Courageously,

Courageously, and with a free defire,

Attending but the Signal to begin. [A Charge founded. Mar. Sound, Trumpets; and fet forward, Combatants.

-But stay, the King hath thrown his warder down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their fpears,

And Both return back to their chairs again :
Withdraw with us, and let the trumpets found,
While we return thefe Dukes what we decree.

Draw near;

[A long Flourish; after which, the King Speaks to the Combatants.

And lift, what with our Council we have done.
For that our Kingdom's earth fhould not be foil'd
With that dear blood, which it hath foftered;
And, for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour fwords;
7 And for we think, the eagle-winged pride
Of sky-afpiring and ambitious thoughts
With rival-hating Envy fet you on,

To wake our Peace, which in our country's cradle
Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle fleep; ]
Which thus rouz'd up with boift'rous untun'd drums,
And harsh-refounding trumpets' dreadful Bray,
And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms,
Might from our quiet Confines fright fair Peace,
And make us wade even in our kindred's blood:
Therefore,

7 And for we think, the eagle-winged pride, &c.] Thefe five verfes are omited in the other editions, and restored from the first of 1598. Mr. Pope. 8 To wake our Peace, -which thus rouz'd up Might fright fair Peace,] Thus the fentence ftands in the common reading, abfurdly enough: which made the Oxford Editor, instead of, fright fair Peace, read, be affrighted; as if these latter words could ever, poffibly, have been blundered into the former by transcribers. But his bufinefs is to alter as his fancy leads him, not to reform errors, as the text and rules of criticifm

Therefore, we banish you our Territories.
You coufin Hereford, on pain of death,
Till twice five Summers have enrich'd our fields,
Shall not regreet our fair Dominions,

But tread the stranger paths of Banishment.

Boling. Your will be done: this must my comfort be, That Sun, that warms you here, fhall fhine on me : And thofe his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my Banishment.

K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier Doom, Which I with fome unwillingness pronounce. The fly-flow hours fhall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile : The hopeless word, of never to return, Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.

Mowb. A heavy Sentence, my moft fovereign Liege, And all unlook'd for from your Highness' mouth:

criticifm, direct. In a word, then, the true original of the blun der was this: The Editors, before Mr. Pope, had taken their Editions from the Folios, in which the text ftood thus,

the dire afpet

Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour fwords;
Which thus rouz'd up,

fright fair Peace.

This is fenfe. But Mr. Pope, who carefully examined the firft printed plays in Quarto, (very much to the advantage of his Edition) coming to this place, found five lines, in the first Edition of this play printed in 1598, omitted in the first general collection of the poet's works; and not enough attending to their agreement with the common text, put them into their place. Whereas, in truth, the five lines were omitted by Shakespear himself, as not agreeing to the rest of the context; which, on revife, he thought fit to alter. On this account I have put them into hooks, not as fpurious, but as rejected on the author's revife; and, indeed, with great judgment; for,

To wake our Peace, which in our country's cradle

Draws the fweet infant breath of gentle fleep,

as pretty as it is in the image, is abfurd in the fenfe: For Peace awake is fill Peace, as well as when afleep. The difference is, that Peace afleep gives one the notion of a happy people funk in floth and luxury, which is not the idea the speaker would raife, and from which ftate, the fooner it was awaked the better.

VOL. IV.

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A dearer merit, not fo deep a maim,
As to be caft forth in the common air,
Have I deferved at your Highness' hands.
The language I have learn'd these forty years,
My native English, now I muft forego;
"And now my tongue's ufe is to me no more,
“Than an unftringed viol, or a harp;
"Or, like a cunning Inftrument cas'd up,
"Or being open, put into his hands
"That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Within my mouth you have engoal'd my tongue,
Doubly port-cullis'd with my Teeth and Lips :
And dull, unfeeling, barren Ignorance

Is made my Goaler to attend on me.
I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
Too far in years to be a Pupil now:

What is thy Sentence then, but fpeechlefs death,
Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?
K. Rich. 9 It boots thee not to be compaffionate;
After our Sentence, Plaining comes too late.

Mowb. Then thus I turn me from my Country's light,

To dwell in folemn fhades of endless night.

K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with ye. Lay on our royal Sword your banish'd hands Swear by the duty that you owe to heav'n,

' (Our part therein we banish with your felves,)
To keep the oath that we administer :

You never fhall, (fo help you truth, and heav'n !)
Embrace each other's love in Banishment

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9 It boots thee not to be compaffionate; ] compaffionate, for plaintive.

1 (Our part therein we banish with your felves,)] It is a queftion much debated amongst the writers of the Law of Nations, whether a banifh'd man be ftill tied in allegiance to the state which fent him into exile. Tully and Lord Chancellor Clarendon declare for the affirmative: Hobbs and Puffendorf hold the negative. Our author, by this line, feems to be of the fame opinion.

Nor