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Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar,
For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock :
Their watches on to mine eyes, the outward watch, &c.] It should be recollected, that there are three ways in which a clock notices the progress of time; viz. by the libration of the pendulum, the index on the dial, and the striking of the hour. To these, the King, in his comparison, severally alludes; his sighs corresponding to the jarring of the pendulum, which, at the same time that it watches or numbers the seconds, marks also their progress in minutes on the dial or outward-watch, to which the King compares his eyes; and their want of figures is supplied by a succession of tears, or, (to use an expression of Milton,) minute drops: his finger, by as regularly wiping these away, performs the office of the dial's point:-his clamorous groans are the sounds that tell the hour.
Which is the bell: So sighs, and tears, and groans,
Thanks, noble peer;
Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, With much ado, at length have gotten leave To look upon my sometimes master's face. O, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld, In London streets, that coronation day, When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary! That horse, that thou so often hast bestrid; That horse, that I so carefully have dress’d! K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle
friend, How went he under him?
his Jack o’the clock.] That is, I strike for him. One of these automatons is alluded to in King Richard III.
3 Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.] i. e. is as strange and uncommon as a brooch which is now no longer worn.
sometimes master's face.) Sometimes was used for for: merly, as well as sometime, which the modern editors have substituted.
Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain’d the ground. K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his
back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down, (Since pride must have a fall,) and break the neck Of that proud man that did usurp his back? Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, Since thou, created to be aw'd by man, Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse; And yet I bear a burden like an ass, Spur-galld, and tir’d, by jauncing Bolingbroke.'
Enter Keeper, with a Dish. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.
[To the Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
[Exit. Keep. My lord, will’t please you to fall to? K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; sir Pierce of Exton,
who Lately came from the king, commands the contrary, K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and
thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
[Beats the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help!
Enter Exton, and Servants, armed. K. Rich. How now? what ineans death in this
5 by jauncing Bolingbroke.] Jaunce and jaunt were synonymous words.
Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.
Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
[He kills another, then Exton strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce
hand Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own
Windsor. A Room in the Castle:
Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE, and YORK, with
Lords and Attendants.
The next news is, - I have to London sent
[Presenting a paper. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy
pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas, and sir Bennet Seely; Two of the dangerous consorted traitors, That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle.
Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a Coffin.
Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought.