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That, by confessing them, the souls of men
K. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel out
with Pilate, wash your hands,
North. My lord,
haught,] i. e. haughty.
That I have worn so many winters out,
good) An if my word be sterling yet in England, Let.it command a mirror hither straight; That it may show me what a face I have, Since it is bankrupt of his majesty. Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a lookingglass.
[Exit an Attendant. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass doth
come. K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I come
to hell. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northumber
land. North. The commons will not then be satisfied.
K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough, When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's—-myself.
Re-enter Attendant, with a Glass. Give me that glass, and therein will I read.No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds ?-O, flattering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face, That every day under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face, That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies, And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke? A brittle glory shineth in this face:
As brittle as the glory is the face;
[Dashes the Glass against the ground. For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath de
stroy'd The shadow of K. Rich.
Say that again.
Boling Name it, fair cousin.
flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg.
Boling. Yet ask.
sights. Boling. Go, some of you, convey him to the
K. Rich. O, good! Convey ?-Conveyers are you
all, That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall.
[Exeunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, and a guard. Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set
down Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves.
[Exeunt all but the Abbot, Bishop of Carlisle,
and AUMERLE. Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld.
Car. The woe's to come; the children yet unborn Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn.
Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot?
Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the sacrament To bury: mine intents, but to effect Whatever I shall happen to devise :I see your brows are full of discontent, Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears; Come home with me to supper; I will lay A plot, shall show us all a merry day. [Exeunt.
Enter Queen, and Ladies.
way the king will come; this is the way
Conveyers are you all,] To convey is a term often used in an ill sense, and so Richard understands it here. Pistol says of stealing, convey the wise it call; and to convey is the word for sleight of hand, which seems to be alluded to here. Ye are all, says the deposed prince, jugglers, who rise with this nimble dexterity by the fall of a good king. Johnson.
* To bury-) To conceal, to keep secret.
To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower,
Enter King RICHARD, and Guards.
you in pity may dissolve to dew,
not so, To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, To think our former state a happy dream; From which awak'd, the truth of what we are Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim necessity; and he and I Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, And cloister thee in some religious house: Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, Which our profane hours here have stricken down. Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and
mind Transform'd, and weaken’d? Hath Bolingbroke
4 To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower,] The Tower of London is traditionally said to have been the work of Julius Cæsar. Byill-erected, perhaps, is meant-erected for bad purposes.
* Join not with grief,] Do not thou unite with grief against me; do not, by thy additional sorrows, enable grief to strike me down at once. My own part of sorrow I can bear, but thy affliction will immediately destroy me. JOHNSON.