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lamenting me! thy husband once—now only Richard, a deposed king !"
Isabella, whose love for Richard was rather increased than diininished by his sorrows, refused to leave him ; whatever was his fate, she was resolved to share it with him ! Alas! poor Queen-too suon she learned she had not the liberty of choice. Northumberland brought the inandate of Bolinbroke, that Richard was to be imniediately conveyed to Pomfret Castle, and Isabella to France. Though Richard had proposed to Isabella that sho should return to France, he hardly wished she should obey him! his hopes were, that her powerful love would induce her to share his fallen fortunes and sooth his prisou hours with her sweet endearments. Now that hope was cut off, and he was not only to encounter the affliction of losing her, but to have ber torn from his arms by the imperious command of an usurping tyrant. "What! (he cried), am I to be
Doubly divorced ?-Bad men, ye viclate
Sent back like Hallowmas or shortest day.***
The Queen entreated she might be permitted to share her husband's captivity, or that they might be banished together-be exiles in a distant land, so that they might not be separated. She cast herself at Northumberland's fcel; she grasped his hand and implored his compassion. “ Behold, Northumberland (cried the lovely pleader), hehrild a queen kisses the earth beneath thy fir! and imples thy pity-
let Bolinbroke take crown, take kingdom, all; I yield them to his grasp—but give me Richard, give me my husband, let Isabella share his fate, be it to sit within a gloomy prison's walls, or wander forth unsheltered, to brave the war of elements ; oh! any war, better than that which severs the body from the soul. Be Richard and Isabella one, and all the wide extended earth we leave to Bulinbroke.”
Poor Isabella pleaded in vain ; Northumberland's heart felt no touch of pity, and imperiously he commanded them instantly to separate.
They clung around each other, sighed, and wept, and kissed, embraced, and tore themselves asuvder, and then again embraced, till at length, Isabella fainted. Richard now guzed in silent speechless anguish on the beauteous and inapimate furm he was never again to behold! She was borne from him, and he bent his sad way to Pomfre, there to be consigned to a living tomb.
Shut out froin every communication, he had no opportunities of gaining friends; yet some few busy spirits were active in his cause. Many factions were formed; ton weak indeed to be of service to Richard, yet untiturately strong enough to disturb the tranquility of Henry; who, one day, in the hearing of Sir Peirce of Exton, happening to say, peevishly, "Hare I no frien will rid vse of this live ing fear?" Sir Peirce thought proper to consider it as a hint given to himself, and even to imagine the king's eyes were wistfully turned on hinx as he spoke. Ploping to pave the way to his own advancement, by this serving the king, he hastened to Pomfret ; where, with his servants ained, he rudely forced himself into the presence of Richard, and offered him some insult, which excited the fallen inonarch's resentment. Richard, whose personal valor was great. tough his mind was feble, snatched a sword from one of Exton's attendants, with
which he fought bravely and killed two of them; when the treacherous Exton, stealing behind him, clove his head in twain, and he fell lifeless to the ground!
This deed was scarcely performed ere the assas. sin repented ; but could not recall the blood he had spilt, or re-animate the forın he had rendered breathless! Hoping that the high reward of the kirg would compensate him, he stifled his conscience; and having the body of Richard deposited in a coffin, proceeded to London, where he laid it at the feet of Henry, who, shocked at the enormity of the crime, instead of gracing Exton with rewards, as he had hoped, loaded him with invectives, ordered him to quit his presence for ever, as a monster whom he loathed, and consigned him to the torments of an accusing conscience, as the only reward he merited- -as the fate which ever should await on fawning parasites.
Thus hapless Richard fell;-in the full bloom
So young to die! while yet his prime of blood,
Transform its blessings, or misuse our power ;
by our l lers'd Redeemer taught ; Do only that to others, we would they To us should do-And ail things shall be well
Jorror ! for bear ! thu murderer, boll thy handi.
Ir was at the dead hour of midnight, when all was hushed in calm repose, when scarce a sound broke on the listening car, save now and then the dashing of an oar cutting the silvery wave, that Philo. tas, the Greek soldier, on his weary watch, was startled at the sound of approaching footsteps. He demanded the business of the intruder, and was surprised by the plaintive sound of a female voice, bido. diny hin “suppress all fcar, and assuring him no hostile visitor came to disturb him, but a wretch who sought his pity and assistance !" It was Euphrasia ! the beauteous daughter of the captive and dethroned Evander! She came alone, at this lato hour, to ask admission to her father, and to supply