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SCENE VI. LONDON. A Room in the TOWER. KING HENRY is discovered sitting with a Book in his Hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so hard ?

K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: My lord, I should say "Tis sin to flatter, good was little better: [ralher; Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must confer.

[Exit Lieutenant. K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf: So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubleth every bush: And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor

young was lim’d, was caught, and kill'd.
Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
That taught his son the office of a fowl?
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.

K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course ;
The sun, thal sear’d the wings of my sweet boy,
Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea,
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
My breast can botter brook thy dagger's point,
Than can my ears that tragic history.-
But wherefore dost thou come? Is’t for my life?

Glo. Think'st thou I am an executioner?
K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art;
If murdering innocents be executing,
Why, then thou art an executioner.

Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst

presume,

Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
And thus I prophecy,—that many a thousand,
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear;.
And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's,
And many an orphan's water-standing eye,-
Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate,
And orphans for their parents' timeless death,
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;
The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
Dogs bowl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees;
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pies in disınal discords sung.,
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope;
To wit,-an indigest deformed lump,
Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born,
To signify,—thou cam’st lo bite the world :
And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
Thou cam'st-
Glo. I'll hear no more;-Die, prophet, in thy speeck;

[Stubs him For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain’d.

K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. 0. God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies.

Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancasler Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! O, may such purple tears be always shed From those that wish the downfall of our house!If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell; and say—I sent thee thither,

[Stabs him again. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear. Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told nie of; For I bave often heard my mother say, I came into the world with my legs forward : Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste, And seek their roin that usurp'd our right? The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried,

0, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
And so I was; which plainly signified
That I should'snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,
Let bell make crook'd iny mind to answer it.
I have no brother, I ain like no brother :
And this word-love, which greybeards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another,
And not in me; I am myself alone.-
Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light;
But I will sort a pitchy day for thee:
For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
That Edward shall be fearful of his life;
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone;
Clarence, thy turn is next; and then the rest :
Counting myself but bad, till I be best.
I'll throw thy body in another room,
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [Exit.

ȘCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Palace. KING EDWARD is discovered sitting on his Throne;

QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLA-
RENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and others, near him.

K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
Re-purchas’d with the blood of enemies.
What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride?
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
For bardy and undoubted champions:.
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
And two Northumberlands; two braver men
Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound:
With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Mon-
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, [tague,
And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seal,
And made our footstool of security.-
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy:-
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself,

Have in our armours watch'd the winler's night;
Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace;
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.

Glo. I'll blast bis barvest, if your head were laid;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:-
Work thou the way,—and thou shalt execute. [Aside.

K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

Clar. The duty that I owe unto your majesty, I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. (thanks.

K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother,

Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:- (sprang'st, To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master; Aud cried-all bail!—when as he meant-all Aside.

harm. K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves.

Clar. What will your grace have done with Margaret? Reignier, her father, to the king of Fravce Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransom. [France.

K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to And now what rests, but that we spend the time With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as befit the pleasures of the court!Sound, drums and trumpets !-farewell, sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [Exeunt.

The three parts of King Henry VI. are suspected, by Mr. Theobald, of being supposititious, and are declared, by Dr. Warburton, to be certainly not Shakspeare's. Mr. Theobald's suspicion arises from some obsolete words; but the phraseology is like the rest of our author's style, and single words, of which however I do not observe more than two, can conclude little.

Dr. Warburton gives no reason, but I suppose him to judge upon deeper principles and more comprehensive views, and to draw his opinion from the general effect and spirit of the composition, wlrich he thinks inferior to the other historical plays.

From mere inferiority nothing can be inferred; in the productions of wit there will be inequality. Sometimes judgment will err, and sometimes the matter itself will defeat the artist. Of every author's works one will be the best, and one will be the worst.' The colours are not equally, pleasing, nor the attitudes equally graceful, in all the pictures of Titian or Reynolds.

Dissimilitude of style and heterogeneousness of sentiment, may sufficiently show that a work does not really belong to the reputed author. But in these plays no such marks of spuriousness are found. The diction, the versification, and the figures, are Shakspeare's. These plays, considered without regard to characters and incidents, merely as narratives in verse, are more happily conceived, and more accurately finished, than those of King John, Richard II. or the tragic scenes of King Henry IV. and V. If we take these plays from Shakspeare, to whom shall they be given? What author of that age had the same easiness of expression and fluency of numbers?

Of these three plays I think the second the best. The truth is, that they have not sufficient variety of action, for the incidents are too often of the same kind; yet many of the characters are well discriminated. King Henry, and his queen, king Edward, the duke of Gloster, and the earl of Warwick, are very strongly and distinctly painted.

JOHNSON.

C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick.

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