Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth Have any resting for her true king's queen. Enter King RICHARD, and Guards. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears.- t K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France: the model where old Troy did stand;] Model is frequently used by our author for a thing made after a pattern. "Thou ruined majesty, says the queen, that resemblest the desolated waste where Troy once stood."-MALONE. 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. Think, I am dead; and that even here thou tak'st, With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales- And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief," And send the hearers weeping to their beds. And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd; You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And, madam, there is order ta'en for you; K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder where-withal And he shall think, that thou which know'st the way To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne. North. My guilt be on my head, and there an end. u — to quit their grief;] To retaliate their mournful stories. Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me; Sent back like Hallowmas,* or short'st of day. Queen. And must we be divided? must we part? K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me. North. That were some love, but little policy. Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one woe. Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near'.y Go, count thy way with sighs; I, mine with groans. Queen. So longest way shall have the longest moans. K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being And piece the way out with a heavy heart, Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since wedding it, there is such length in grief. One kiss shall stop our mouths, and doubly part; Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart. [They kiss. Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part, To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. [Kiss again. So, now I have mine own again, begone, That I may strive to kill it with a groan. [short, K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say. STEEVENS. [Exeunt. Hallowmas,] All-hallows, or all-hallow-tide; the first of November Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near'.] The meaning is, it is better to be at a great distance, than being near each other, to find that we yet are not likely to be peaceably and happily united.-MALONE. |