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His face ftill combating with tears and smiles,
*Who are the violets now,
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?"
SCENE X. K. Richard's Soliloquy in Prison..
I have been studying how to compare,
And these fame thoughts people this little world,,
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Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves;
Who, &c.] Milton doubtless had this paffage in his eye, when in his pretty fong, On May-morning, he wrote,
Now the bright morning-ftar, day's harbinger,
Bearing their own misfortune on the back
The Life and Death of King
ACTI. SCENE I.
Richard, on his own Deformity.
OW are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruifed arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to me.ry meetings; Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-vifag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fight the fouls of fearful adverfaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lafcivious pleafing of a lute.
(1) But I, that am not thap'd for fportive tricks,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them:
Why I, (in this weak piping time of peace)
(1) But, &c.] See Longinus on the Sublime. fect. 38. the lat
Have no delight to pafs away the time;
SCENE II. Richard's Love for Lady Anne.
Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn falt tears
My tongue could never learn fweet smoothing words
My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
On his awn Perfon, after his fuccessful Addreffes.
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my perfon all this while :
See Othello, p. 161, n. 3,
And entertain a score or two of taylors,
SCENE IV. Queen Margaret's Execrations.. The worm of confcience ftill be-gnaw thy foul; Thy friends fufpect for traitors while thou liv'ft, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends: No fleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Unless it be when fome tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils! Thou elvish markt abortive, rooting hog! Thou that was feal'd in thy nativity (2) The flave of nature, and the fon of hell! Thou flander of thy heavy mother's womb! Thou loathed iffue of thy father's loins! (3) Thou rag of honour, thou detefted.
I was born fo high,
Our airy buildeth in the Cedar's top,
And dallies with the wind, and fcorns the fun.
(2) The flave of nature] She afterwards fays, Sin death and hell have fet their marks upon him. Mr. Warburton observes, "that the expreffion in the text is strong and noble, and alludes to an antient cuftom of masters branding of their flaves: by which it is infinuated, that his mis-fh pen perfon was a mark that nature had fet upon him to ftigmatize his ill conditions." It has been long fince obferved, that
Diftortum vultum fequitur diftortio morum.
A face diftorted generally proclaims
(3) Rag, &c.] Richard fpeaking of Richmond and his followers in the last act of this play fays,
Lash hence thefe over-weening rags of France,