To-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late, Aum. Comfort, my liege: why looks your grace K. Rich. But now the blood of twenty thousand men Did triumph in my face, and they are fled; Aum. Comfort, my liege; remember who you are. K. Rich. I had forgot myself: am I not king? comes here? Enter SCROOP. But who Scroop. More health and happiness betide my liege Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him! K. Rich. Mine ear is open and my heart pre- The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? 92. care-tuned, tuned to a sorrowful note. 80 90 Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, The worst is death, and death will have his day. Scroop. Glad am I that your highness is so arm'd To bear the tidings of calamity. Like an unseasonable stormy day, Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, With hard bright steel and hearts harder than steel. White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices, K. Rich. Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? 112. thin and hairless, with thin hair or none. 116. beadsmen, the king's pensioners, who, as such, were VOL. VI 193 bound to pray for him. 100 110 120 117. double-fatal. The yew's leaves were held to be poison ous. If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it: I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke. Scroop. Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord. K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd without Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, curse Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound Scroop. Ay, all of them at Bristol lost their Aum. Where is the duke my father with his power? K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes 140. graved, buried. 146. Make dust our paper, write sorrow' in the dust. 130 140 150 And nothing can we call our own but death All murder'd: for within the hollow crown Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! 153. model of the barren earth. 'Model' in Shakespeare fluctuates between the two notions of an imitation (or plan) in little, and an impress or mould. Here the earth which the corpse can 'call its own' is a semblance of the earth at large, of which in filling the grave it may be said to take the mould. 156. sad stories of the death of kings; probably with a reference to the Mirror for Magistrates, the great Elizabethan repertory 160 170 of such stories, -a continuation of Boccaccio's more famous book the Falls of Princes (tr. by Lydgate), which closed shortly before the 'story' of Richard himself was complete. 162. antic, buffoon. 163. Scoffing, scoffing at. 164. breath, breathing-space. 166. self and vain conceit, vain self-conceit, 168. humour'd thus, (the king) having thus been humoured. Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king? Car. My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their But presently prevent the ways to wail. K. Rich. Thou chidest me well: proud Boling- To change blows with thee for our day of doom. The state and inclination of the day: So may you by my dull and heavy eye, My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. I play the torturer, by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken : 180 190 200 Upon his party. K. Rich. Thou hast said enough. Beshrew thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth 176. subjected, made a subject. 183. to fight, by fighting. [To Aumerle. 185. fearing dying, to die fearing. |