ACT II. SCENE I.

A Plain near Mortimer's Crofs in Herefordshire.

Drums.

Enter EDWARD, and RICHARD, with their Forces, marching.

* EDW. I wonder, how our princely father 'fcap'd; * Or whether he be 'fcap'd away, or no,

From Clifford's and Northumberland's purfuit; * Had he been ta'en, we fhould have heard the

news;

Had he been flain, we should have heard the

news;

* Or, had he fcap'd, methinks, we should have

heard

*The happy tidings of his good escape.-
'How fares my brother? why is he fo fad?

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RICH. I cannot joy, until I be refolv'd Where our right valiant father is become.

Cicely had about her necke, hanging in a filke ribband, a pardon from Rome, which, penned in a very fine Roman hand, was as faire and fresh to be read, as it had been written yesterday." This pardon was probably a difpenfation which the Duke procured, from the oath of allegiance that he had sworn to Henry in St. Paul's church on the 10th of March, 1452. MALONE.

2 How fares my brother?] This fcene, in the old quartos begins thus:

"After this dangerous fight and hapless war,

"How doth my noble brother Richard fare?"

Had the author taken the trouble to revise his play, he hardly would have begun the firft A&t and the second with almost the fame exclamation, expressed in almost the same words. Warwick opens the scene with

"I wonder, how the king escap'd our hands."

STEEVENS,

I faw him in the battle range about;

'And watch'd him, how he fingled Clifford forth. Methought, he bore him3 in the thickest troop, As doth a lion in a herd of neat :

* Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs; * Who having pinch'd a few, and made them cry, *The reft stand all aloof, and bark at him. *So far'd our father with his enemies; 'So fled his enemies my warlike father; 'Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his fon.4 See, how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious fun! 5 * How well resembles it the prime of youth, * Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love!

EDW. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three funs? 6. RICH. Three glorious funs, each one a perfect fun;

3 Methought, he bore him-] i. e. he demeaned himself. So, in Meafure for Measure :

"How I may formally in perfon bear me." MALONE. 4 Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his fon.] The old quarto reads-pride, which is right, for ambition, i. e. We need not aim at any higher glory than this. WARBURTON.

I believe prize is the right word. Richard's fenfe is, though we have miffed the prize for which we fought, we have yet an honour left that may content us. JOHNSON.

Prize, if it be the true reading, I believe, here means privilege. So, in the former A&t:

"It is war's prize to take all 'vantages?" MALONE. 5 And takes her farewell of the glorious fun!] Aurora takes for a time her farewell of the fun, when the difmiffes him to his diurnal courfe. JOHNSON.

6 do 1 fee three funs?] This circumstance is mentioned both by Hall and Holinfhed: at which tyme the son (as fome write) appeared to the earle of March like three funnes, and fodainely joyned altogither in one, uppon whiche fight hee tooke fuch courage, that he fiercely fetting on his enemyes put them to flight; and for this caufe menne ymagined that he gave the fun in his full bryghtneffe for his badge or cognisance." These are the words of Holinfhed. MALOone.

Not separated with the racking clouds,"
But fever'd in a pale clear-fhining sky.

See, fee! they join, embrace, and feem to kifs,
As if they vow'd fome league inviolable :
Now are they but one lamp, one light, one fun.
In this the heaven figures fome event.

* EDW. "Tis wondrous ftrange, the like yet never heard of.

I think, it cites us, brother, to the field; That we, the fons of brave Plantagenet, 'Each one already blazing by our meeds,

Should, notwithstanding, join our lights together, ́ And over-shine the earth, as this the world. 'Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear Upon my target three fair fhining funs.

* RICH. Nay, bear three daughters;—by your leave I speak it,

*You love the breeder better than the male.

7-the racking clouds,] i. e. the clouds in rapid, tumultuary motion. So, in The Räigne of King Edward III. 1596 : like inconftant clouds

"That, rack'd upon the carriage of the winds,
"Encreafe" &c. STEEVENS.

Again, in our author's 32d Sonnet:

"Anon permit the bafeft clouds to ride
"With ugly rack on his celeftial face."

MALOne.

8 blazing by our meeds,] Illuftrious and fhining by the armorial enfigns granted us as meeds of our great exploits. Meed likewife is Merit. It might be plausibly read:

blazing by our deeds. JOHNSON.

Johnson's first explanation of this paffage is not right. Meed here means merit.

So, in the fourth Act, the King says:

"My meed hath got me fame."

And in Timon of Athens the word is used in the fame sense: No meed but he repays

"Sevenfold above itself." M. MASON.

VOL. XIV.

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Enter a Meffenger.

'But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretel
Some dreadful ftory hanging on thy tongue?
MESS. Ah, one that was a woful looker on,
When as the noble duke of York was flain,
* Your princely father, and my loving lord.

‹ EDW. O, fpeak no more!9 for I have heard too much.'

RICH. Say how he died, for I will hear it all. 'MESS. Environed he was with many foes;

9O, Speak no more!] The generous tenderness of Edward, and favage fortitude of Richard, are well diftinguished by their different reception of their father's death. JOHNSON.

for I have heard too much.] So the folio. The quartos

for I can hear no more.

"Rich. Tell on thy tale," &c. STEEVENS.

Environed he was with many foes ;] Thus, in the old play :

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O, one that was a woeful looker on,

"When as the noble duke of York was flain.-
"When as the noble duke was put to flight,
"And then perfude by Clifford and the queene,
"And many foldiers moe, who all at once
"Let drive at him, and forft the duke to yield;
"And then they fet him on a moul-hill there,
"And crown'd the gracious duke in high despight;
"Who then with tears began to wail his fall.
"The ruthleffe queene perceiving he did weepe,
"Gave him a handkerchief to wipe his eyes,
"Dipt in the bloud of fweete young Rutland, by
Rough Clifford flaine; who weeping tooke it
up:
"Then through his breft they thrust their bloudie fwords,
"Who like a lambe fell at the butcher's feate.
"Then on the gates of Yorke they fet his head,

"And there it doth remaine the piteous fpectacle
"That ere mine eyes beheld." MALONE.

*And flood against them as the hope of Troy 37 * Against the Greeks, that would have enter'd Troy. But Hercules himself muft yield to odds; * And many strokes, though with a little axe, *Hew down and fell the hardeft-timber'd oak. By many hands your father was fubdu'd; "But only flaughter'd by the ireful arm 'Of unrelenting Clifford, and the queen : 'Who crown'd the gracious duke in high defpite; 'Laugh'd in his face; and, when with grief he wept,

The ruthless queen gave him, to dry his cheeks, 'A napkin steeped in the harmless blood

* Of fweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford flain: And, after many fcorns, many foul taunts,

They took his head, and on the gates of York
They fet the fame; and there it doth remain,

• The faddeft spectacle that e'er I view'd.

EDW. Sweet duke of York, our prop to leant

upon;

Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay !* O Clifford, boift'rous Clifford, thou haft flain *The flower of Europe for his chivalry;

* And treacherously haft thou vanquish'd him, * For, hand to hand, he would have vanquish'd thee !

Now my foul's palace is become a prison:

Ah, would the break from hence! that this my body

'Might in the ground be closed up in rest: For never henceforth fhall I joy again,

'Never, O never, fhall I see more joy.

"RICH. I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture

the hope of Troy-] Hector. MALONE.