opinion of Dr. Johnson is against the plagiarism; though it must be acknowledged that the rhyming parts are greatly inferior to the rest of the play. There is much to interest us in the character of Richard. In his prosperity and power he is haughty and unjust; in his dethronement and adversity, submissive and resigned. He may, perhaps, in the words of Johnson, exhibit in his fall only passive fortitude, the virtue of a confessor; but his resignation is so full of charity and forgiveness, his reflections on his vanished greatness, and the instability of worldly happiness, so philosophical and profound, that, if Shakspeare's inattention to historical fact has cast a shade on the early part of his character, he has more than redeemed it by the piety and wisdom that shed a radiance on its close. How just is Dryden's eloquent encomium on York's description of Richard's entry into London. Can imagination paint anything more moving than the following picture of the king's meek submission and sorrow at the indignities heaped upon his head?— "As in a theatre the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,- That had not God for some strong purpose steel'd Many passages of equal beauty might be pointed out. John of Gaunt's noble description of England: "This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle. This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars," &c. &c. and that fine image: "For within the hollow crown, Shakspeare loses no opportunity of expressing his perfect contempt of mob popularity. Richard's description of Bolingbroke's craft in wooing the multitude with affected courtesy and humility is admirably characteristic of the subtle and ambitious usurper: "Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green, A brace of draymen bid-God speed him well, With-Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends." We may add," This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof." In this play we have the first mention of the mad-cap Prince of Wales. He is aptly introduced with such "As stand in narrow lanes, And beat our watch, and rob our passengers.' Bolingbroke, however, seems to have had a Pisgah-sight of the future greatness of his son : "I see some sparkles of a better hope, Which elder days may happily bring forth." Malone assigns the writing of Richard II. to the year 1597, when it was first entered at Stationers' Hall, by Andrew Wise. No edition earlier than 1598 has hitherto been discovered; which edition (Steevens's copy) is in the possession of the editor. Some years since, this tragedy was revived at Drury Lane. Elliston acted Bolingbroke, Pope, John of Gaunt, and Kean King Richard. The two first performances were exceedingly good, but the latter was particularly admired. D.-G. KING RICHARD II. ACT I. SCENE FIRST.-London-Privy Council Chamber in the Palace of Westminster—the walls and roof are decorated with the badges and cognizances of Richard II.-the White Hart kneeling, collared and chained, or, the Sun in splendour-the pod of plantagenista, or broom, and branches of rosemary. KING RICHARD, attended by his Privy Council-JOHN OF RICHARD. (C.) Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, RICHARD. Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him, Or worthily, as a good subject should, On some known ground of treachery in him? GAUNT. As near as I could sift him on that argument,On some apparent danger seen in him, Aim'd at your highness; no inveterate malice. RICHARD. Then call them to our presence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and the accused, freely speak : Exeunt two OFFICERS, R. and L. High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. In rage Re-enter the two OFFICERS, with BOLINGBROKE, L., and NORFOLK, R. BOLINGBROKE. Many years of happy days befal My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! RICHARD. We thank you both: yet one but flatters us, Tendering the precious safety of my prince, What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword may prove. NORF. Let not my cold words here accuse my 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, zeal: The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me Setting aside his high blood's royalty, Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain : By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie. BOLING. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of a king, And lay aside my high blood's royalty, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except. Or chivalrous design of knightly trial. If I be traitor, or unjustly fight. RICHARD. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge? prove, That all the treasons, for these eighteen years, Fetch'd from false Mowbray their first head and spring. Further I say,—and further will maintain— That he did plot the Duke of Gloster's death. RICHARD. Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? B |