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• And when thou fall'st, (as God forbid the hour!) | My careless father fondly2 gave awny? Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forefend ! Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy ; .

War. No longer earl of March, but duke of York; And let his manly face, which promiseth ( The next degree is, England's royal throne : Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart, For king of England shalt thou be proclaim'd To hold thine own, and leave thine own with him. in every borough as we pass along;

K. Hen. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator, And he that throws not up his cap for joy,

Inferring arguments of mighty force. • Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head. * But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear, King Edward, -valiant Richard, --Montague, That things ill got had ever bad success? Stay we no longer dreaming of renown, .

And happy always was it for that son, • But sound the trumpets, and about our task. Whose father for his hoarding went to hell ?3 * Rich. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind; steel,

And 'would, my father had left me no more! * (as thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,) For all the rest is held at such a rate, * ì come to pierce it--or to give thče mine. 1 As brings a thousand-fold more care to keen. * Edw. Then strike up, drums ;-God, and Saint Than in possession any jot of pleasure. George, for us!'

Ah, cousin York! 'would thy best friends did know Enter a Messenger.

• How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!

• Q. Mar. My lord, cheer up your spirits; our War. How now? what news ?

foes ar Mess. The duke of Norfolk sends you word by. And this soft courage makes your followers faint. me,

You promis'd knighthood to our forward son; The queen is coming with a puissant host;

l'Unsheath your sword, and dub him presently, And craves your company for speedy counsel.

2. Edward, kneel down.. War. Why then it sorts,' brave warriors: Let's

'I K. Hen. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight; away.

[Exeunt. And learn this lesson,-Draw thy sword in right. SCENE II. Before York. Enter King HENRY, Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly leave, QUEEN MARGARET, the PRINCE of WALES, I'll draw it as apparent to the crown, CLIFFORD and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces. And in that quarrel use it to the death. Q. Mar. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town! Clif. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince. of York.

Enter a Messenger. Yonder's the head of that arch enemy,

Mess. Royal commanders, be in readiness : That sought to be encompass'd with your crown: 15 For, with a band of thirty thousand men. • Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord ?

Comes Warwick, backing of the duke of York; K. Hen. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear And, in the towns as theý do march along, their wreck ;

| Proclaims him king, and many fly to him: I'o see this sight, it irks my very soul.

• Darraign your battle,4 for they are at hand. Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault,

Clif. I would, your highness would depart the Not wittingly have I infring'd my vow.

field : Clif. My gracious liege, this too much lenity

The queen hath best success when you are absent." And harmful pity, must be laid aside.

Q. Mar. Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our To whom do lions cast their gentle looks ?

fortune. Not to the beast that would usurp their den.

K. Hen. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?

I'll stay.. Not his, that spoils her young before her face.

North. Be it with resolution then to fight. Who'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?

Prince. My royal father, cheer these noble lords Not he, that sets his foot upon her back.

And hearten those that fight in your defence : The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on;

| Unsheath your sword, good father ; cry, Saini . And doves will peck, in safeguard of their brood.

George! Ambitious York did level at thy crown, Thou smiling, while he knit his angry brows: | March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, He, but a duke, would have his son a king,

WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Sol And raise his issue, like a loving sire;

diers. Thou, being a king, bless'd with a goodly son, Didst yield consent to disinherit him,

Edw. Now, perjur'd Henry! wilt thou kneei " Which argued thee a most unloving father.

for grace, Unreasonable creatures feed their young :

"And sct thy diadem upon my head; And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,

* Or bide the mortal fortune of the field ? Yet, in protection of their tender ones,

Q. Mar. Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting

boy! Who hath not seen them (even with those wings "Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,) li

il' Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms, Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,

Before thy sovereign, and thy lawful kiny? Offering their own lives in their young's defence ?

| Edw. I am his king, and he should bow his knee : For shame, my liege, make them your precedent !

I was adopted heir by his consent; Were it not pity that this goodly boy

Since when, his oath is broke ;6 fór, as I hear, Should lose his birthright by his father's fault;

You that are king, though he do wear the crown,

Have caus'd him, by new act of parliament,
And long hereafter say unto his child,
What my great grandfather and grandsire got,

To blot out me, and put his own son in.

I Why, then, things are as they should be ; it falls from him to the other parte.'-Hall's Chronicle. Henry out right.

| VI. fol. c. Drayton has enlarged upon this superstitious 2 Foolishly.

belief in his Miseries of Queen Margaret. 3 The king quotes two proverbs; the one Ill.gotten 6 Edward's argument is founded on an article said to goods never prosper ;' the other Happy the child have been in the compact between Henry and the duke whose father went to the devil.' This last he must be of York : " That if the king did closely or apertly supposed to use interrogatively, as disputing the truth studye or go about to compass or imagine the death or of it: "Was it always happy for that son ? &c. This destruction of the sayde duke or his blood, then he lo interpretation sets the king's reasoning right.

forfet the crowne, and the duke of Yorke to take it.'-4 i.e. arrange your host, put your host in order. Dar. Hall. If this had been one of the articles of the com raign is used by Chaucer, Skelton, and Spenser. pact, the duke having been killed at Wakefield, his.

5 Happy was the queene in her two battayls, but eldest son would now have a title to the crown ; but unfortunate was the king in all his enterprises; for Malone (loubis whether it ever made part of that agree where his person wa3 present the victorie fledde ever I ment. The poet followed Hall

. Clif. And reason too;

Edw. A wisp of straws were worth a thousand Who should succeed the father, bur the son ?

crowns, Rich. Are you there, butcher ?-0, I cannot To make this shameless callet know herself. speak!

* Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou, *Clif. Ay, crookback; here I stand to answer * Although thy husband may be Menelaus; thee,

* And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd Or any he the proudest of thy sort.

* By that false woman, as this king by thee. Rich. 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was. His father revell’d in the heart of France, it not?

| And tam'd the king, and made the Dauphin stoop, Clif. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied. And, had he match'd according to his state, Rich. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the He might have kept that glory to this day : fight.

But, when he took a beggar to his bed, War. What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield And grac'd thy poor sire with his bridal day, the crown ?

1. Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him, Q. Mar. Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick? That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France, dare you speak ?

| And heap'd sedition on his crown at home. When you and I met at St. Albans last,

• For what hath broach'd this tumult, but thy pride ? Your legs did better service than your hands. Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept ; War. Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis And we, in pity of the gentle king, thine.

Had slipp'd our claim until another age. Clif. You said so much before, and yet you fled. Geo. But, when we saw our sunshine made thy Var. 'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me

spring, thence.

. And that thy summer bred us no increase, North. No, nor your manhood, that durst make We set the axe to thy usurping root: you stay.

And though the edge hath something hit ourselves, Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently ; " Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike, Break off the parle ; for scarce I can refrain We'll never leave, till we have hewn thee down The execution of my big-swoln heart

Or bath'd thy growing with our heated bloods. Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.

Edw. And, in this resolution, I defy thee; *Clif. I slew thy father: Call'st thou him a child ? Not willing any longer conference, Rich. Ay, like a dastard, and a treacherous Since thou deny'st the gentle king to speak. coward,

Sound trumpets !-let our bloody colours wave ! As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland; And either victory, or else a grave. But, ere sunset, I'll make thee curse the deed. Q. Mar. Stay, Edward. K. Hen. Have done with words, my lords, and Eilw. No, wrangling woman; we'll no longer stay. hear me speak.

These words will cost ten thousand lives to-day. Q. Mar. Defy them then,or else hold close thy lips.

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Ř. Hen. I př'ythee, give no limits to my tongue ; | SCENE III. A Field, of Battle between Towtop
I am a king, and privileg'd to speak.
Clif. My liege, the wound, that bred this meeting

and Saxton, in Yorkshire.8
and sa

Alarums: Excur. here,

sions. Enter WARWICK. Cannot be curd by words; therefore be still. | "War. Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,

Rich. Then, executioner, unsheath thy sword: I lay me down a little while to breathe : By him that made us all, I am resolv'd, i

For strokes receiv'd, and many blows repaid, " That Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue. Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength:

Edw. Say, Henry, shall I have my right or no? | And spite of spite, needs must I rest awhile. A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day, That ne'er shall dine, unless thou yield the crown.

Enter EDWARD, running. War. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head; | Edw. Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle For York in justice puts his armour on.

death! i Prince. If that be right, which Warwick says ' For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded. is right,

| War. How now, my lord ? what hap? what hope There is no wrong, but every thing is right.

of good ? Rich. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;

Enter GEORGE. For, well I wot, thou hast 'thy mother's tongue. * Geo. Our hapis loss, our hope but sad despair, Q. Mar. But thou art neither like thy sire, nor Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us : dam;

" What counsel give you, whither shall we fly? But like a foul misshapen stigmatic,

Edw. Bootless is flight, they follow us with Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided, ? • As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings. Rich. Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt, 3

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| And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit. Whose father bears the title of a king,

Enter Richard. (As if a channels should be call'd the sea,) Rich. Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn Sham'st thou not, knowing whence thou art ex

thyself? traught,

Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk, 10 To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart ?5 · Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance :

• And, in the very pangs of death, he cried, I It is my firm persuasion. 2 See the Second part of King Henry VI. Act v. Sc. l. | 8 Shakspeare has here, perhaps, intentionally thrown Gilt is a superficial covering of gold.

three different actions into one. The principal action 4 A channel in the poet's time signified what we now took place on the eve of Palm Sunday, 1461. This call a kennel ; which word is still pronounced channel battle (says Carte) decided the fate of the house of Lan in the north.

caster, overturning in one day an usurpation strength 5 To show thy meanness of birth by thy indecent ened by sixty-two years' continuance, and established railing.

Edward on the throne of England." 6 Ă wisp of straw was often applied as a mark of op. 9 - Thus repulsed, our final hope probrium to an immodest woman, a scold, or similar of.

Is flat despair.;

Milton fenders ; even showing it to a woman was, therefore,

10 The brother here mentioned is no person in the considered as a grievous affront. A cullet was a lewd drama, but a natural son of Salisbury. Holinshed, re. woman; but a term often given to a.scold.

lating the death of Lord Clifford in this action at Ferry. 7 i. e. a cuckold. In Troilus and Cressida, Thersites, bridge, on the 28th of March, 1461, says, "He was speaking of Menelaus, calls him "The goodly transfor. slaine, and with him the baster of Salisbury, brother mation of Jupiter there, the primitive statue and oblipue to the earl of Warwick, a valiant young gentleman. Inemorial of cuckolds.'

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SCENE V. Another Part of the Freld. Aiaruns, Warwick, revenge ! brother, revenge my death!

Enter King HENRY. • So underneath the belly of their steeds,

* K. Hen. This battle fares like to the morning! • That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,

war, 6 The noble gentleman gave up the ghost. (War. Then let the earth be drunken with our * What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,

* When dying clouds contend with growing light, blood: :

* Can neither call it perfect day, nor night. I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.

1. Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea, # Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,

Forc'd by the tide to combat with the wind; * Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage;

• Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea * And look upon, as if the tragedy

· Forc'd to retire by fury of the wind; * Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors ?

Sometime, the flood prevails; and then the wind; Here on my knee I vow to God above,

· Now, one the better; then, another best; I'll never pause again, never stand still,

· Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast, « Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine,

· Yet neither conqueror, nor conquered : • Or fortune given me measure of revenge. Edw. O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine ; \ * Here on this molehill will I sit me down.

l' So is the equal poise of this fell war. And, in this vow, do chain my soul to thine.

* To whom God will, there be the victory! * And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face, For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too. * I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,

Have chid me from the battle ; swearing both, Thou setter up and plucker down of kings!

- They prosper best of all when I am thence. "Beseeching thee, --if with thy will it stands,

( 'Would, I were dead! if God's good will were so ; • That to my foes this body must be prey,

"For what is in this world, but grief and woe? " Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope, 1 * O God! methinks, it were a happy life, Ana give sweet passage to my sinful soul!

" To be no better than a homely swain; Now, lords, take leave until we meet again, * To sit upon a hill, as I do now, Where'er it be, in heaven, or on earth. . Rich. Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle

* To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,

* Thereby to see the minutes how they run: Warwick,

* How many make the hour full complete, Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:

* How many hours bring about the day, I, that did never weep, now melt with woe,

* How many days will finish up the year, . That winter should cut off our spring-time so.

* How many years a mortal man may live. 6 War. Away, away! Once more sweet lords, 1 * When this is known. then to divide the times: farewell.

* So many hours must I tend my flock; - Geo. Yet let us all together to our troops,

* So many hours must I take my rest; . And give them leave to fy that will not stay;

* So many hours must I contemplate; And call them pillars, that will stand to us;

* So many hours must I sport myself; And, if they thrive, promise them such rewards

* So many days my ewes have been with young, As victors wear at the Olympian games:

* So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; * This may plant courage in their quailing2 breasts;

* So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: * For yet is hope of life, and victory.-

* So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Fore-slow no longer, make we hence amain.

* Pass'd over to the end they were created,

[Exeunt. * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. SCENE IV. The same. Another Part of the * Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely.

Field. Excursions. Enter RICHARD and ČLIF-Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade FORD.

* To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep,

* Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy Rich. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone :

* To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? • Suppose, this arm is for the duke of York,

*O, yes it doth; a thousand fold it doth. " And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge, * And to conclude,—the shepherd's homely curds, Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.4

* His cold thin drink out of his leather botile, Clif. Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone: \ * His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade This is the hand, that stabb'd thy father York ; 1 * All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland ; * Is far beyond a prince's delicates, And here's the heart that triumphs in their death, * His viands sparkling in a golden cup, And cheers these hands, that slew thy sire and | * His body couched in a curious bed, brother,

* When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him. To execute the like upon thyself; And so, have at thee.

Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his Father, [They fight. WARWICK enters ; Clif

dragging in the dead Body. FORD flies.

Son. Ill blows the wind, that profits nobody.-Rich. Nay, Warwick, single out some other " This man, whom hand to hand 'I slew in fight,

chase; For I myself 'will hunt this wolf to death.5 change, by affording, amidst the tumult and horror of

(Exeunt.

the battle, an unexpected glimpse of rural innocence and

pastoral tranquillity. Johnson. There are some verses 1 Look upon for look on, i. e. are mere spectators.

preserved of Henry VI. which are in a strain of the 2 Quailing is sinking into dejection.

same pensive moralizing character. The reacer may

not be displeased to have them here subjoined, that he 3 To fore-slow is to delay, to loiter.

may compare them with the congenial thoughts the poor Fore-sluro no time; sweet Lancaster, let's march.' Marlowe's Edward III.

has attributed to him: 4 o non si te ferreus agger

Kingdoins are but cares;
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State is devoid of stay; 5 Two very similar lines in the preceding play are

Riches are ready snares, opoken of Richard's father by Clifford's father :

And hasten to decay. "Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,

Pleasure is a privy (game), For I myself must hunt this deer to death.'

Which vice doth still provoke; 6 The leading thought in both these soliloquies is bor.

Pomp unprompt; and fame a flame; rowed from Holinshed, p. 665. This deadly conflict

Power & smouldering smoke. continued ten hours in doubtful state of victorie, uncer.

Who meaneth to remove the rock tainlie heaving and setting on both sides,' &c. Steevens

Out of his slimy mud, points out a similar comparison in Virgil, Æn. lib. X. !

Shall mire himself, and hardly scape ver. 354, which originates with Homer, Iliad xiv.

The swelling of the flood." This speech is mournful and soft, exquisitely suited o the character of the king, and makes a pleasing inter- / 8 These two horrible instances are selected to show

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• May be possessed with some store of crowns : 1 * My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchro; * And I, that haply take them from him now, * For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go. * May yet ere night yield both my life and them * My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell : * To some man else, as this dead man doth me. * And so obsequiouse will thy father be, • Who's this?-0 God! it is my father's face, * Sad for the loss of thee, having no more, "Whom in this conflict I unawares have kill'd. i * As Priam was for all his valianı sons. "O heavy time, begetting such events!

I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will, • From London by the king was I press'd forth; For I have murder'd where I should not kill. " My father, being the earl of Warwick's man,

[Exit, with the Body. • Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;! "K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with " And I, who at his hands receiv'd my life,

care, Have by my hands of life bereaved him. | Here sits a king more woful than you are. « Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!

Alarums: Excursions. Enter Queen MARGA And pardon, father, for I knew not thee! * My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks ;

RET, PRINCE of Wales, and Exeter. * And no more words, till they have flow'd their fill. ' Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are K. Hen. O piteous spectacle! O bloody times !

ie Whilst lions war, and battle for their dens,

" And Warwick rages like a chafed bull : Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity,

| Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit. * Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear; 'Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards Berwick * Aynd let our hearts, and eyes, like civil war,

post amain, * Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharg'd with Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds grief.

• Having the fearful flying hare in sighi,

1. With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, Enter a Father, who has killed his Son, with the

Son, with the And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands, Body in his arms.

• Are at our backs; and therefore, hence amain. Fath. Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me, Exe. Away! fór vengeance comes along with • Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;

For I have bought it with a hundred blows. Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
But let me see is this our foeman's face ? Or else come after, I'll away before.
Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!-

1 K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet * Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee, .

Exeter ; * Throw up thine eye; see, see, what showers arise," Not that I fear to stay, but love to go * Blown with the windy tempest of my heart, Whither the queen intends. Forward ; away! * Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart !

[Exeunt. • What stratagems, 2 how fell, how butcherly, SCENE VI. The same. A loud Alarum. Enter Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,

CLIFFORD, wounded." · This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!

Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, "O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon, Which, while it lasted, gave King Henry light. " And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!3

0, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow, K. Hen. Woe above woe! grief more than com- More than my body's parting with my soul. mon grief!

My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee, 60, that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!

• And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt. * O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!

Impairing Henry, strength’ning mis-proud York, The red rose and the white are on his face,

The common people swarm like summer flies • The fatal colours of our striving houses :

And whither Hy the gnats, but to the sun ? 8 * The one, his purple blood right well resembles; And who shines now but Henry's enemies ? * The other, his pale cheeks, methinks, present !

O Phæbus! hadst thou never given consent Wither one rose, and let the other flourish!

That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds, If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.

Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth : Son. How will my mother, for a father's death,

| And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do, Take on' with me, and ne'er be satisfied !

Or as thy father, and his father did, Fath. How will my wife, for slaughter of my son, Giving no ground unto the house of York. ( Shed seas of tears, and ne'er be satisfied!

* They never then had sprung like summer flies 'K. Hen. How will the country, for these wofül. I, and ten thousand in this luckless realm. chances,

Had left no mourning widows for our death, • Misthinks the king, and not be satisfied!

And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. : Son. Was ever son, so rued a father's death? For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air? Fath. Was ever father, so bemoan'd a son ? |

J. And what makes robbers bold, but too much 'K. Hen. Was ever king, so griev'd for subjects'

lenity ?

Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds ; . Much is your sorrow; mine, ten times so much. No way to Alv nor strength to hold out fight Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep The foe is merciless, and will not pity : my fill,

Exit with the Body. For at their hands I have deserv'd no pity. * Fath. These arms of mine shall be thy winding-1. The air hath got into my deadly wounds. sheet;

| And much effuse of blood doth make me faint: the innumerable calamities of civil war. Raphael has introiluced the second of these incidents in his picture of 5 Think unfavourably of. the battle of Constantine and Maxentius.

6 Obsequious is here careful of obsequies or funeral | The king intends to say that the state of their hearts rites. See Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 1. ind eyes shall be like that of the kingdom in a civil 7 In the old play the stage direction adds, with an ar. var; all shall be destroyed by power formed within Tuw in his neck. It is thought that Beaumont and themselves.

Fletcher ridiculed this, by introducing Ralph, the gro 2 Stratagems here means direful events.

cer's prentice, in the Knight of the Burning Pestle, with 3 Of these obscure lines the following explanation by a forked arrow through his head. The circumstance is Henley is the most probable which has been offered :- related by Holinshed, p. 664: The Lord Clifford, ei Had the son leen younger he would have been preclud-ther for heat or paine, putting off his gorget suddenlio, cd froin the levy which brought him to the field; and with an arrow (as some saie) without a head, was strick. had the father recognized him before their mortal en. en into the throte, and immediately rendered his spirit.' counter, it would not have been too late to have saved 8 Hence perhaps originated the following passage in him from death.

The Bard of Gray: t o take on is a phrase still in use in common par. "The swarm that in thy noontide beam were horn "Lance, and signifies to persist in clamorous lamentation.' Gone to salute the rising morn.'

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Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest; i Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I wili pity thos. ' I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast. Geo. Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you

(He faints. now ? Alarum and Retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE,

. GEORGE War. They mock thee, Chfford ! swear as thou RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Sol

wast wont. diers.

Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world Edw. Now breathe we, lords ; good fortune When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath ·

bids us pause, "And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful. If this right hand would buy two hours' life.

I know by that, he's dead; And, by my soul, looks._

That I in all despite might rail at him, * Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ;- . This hand should choo it off : and with the issuing "That led calm Henry, though he were a king,

blood • As doth a sail, fill?d with a fretting gust,

Stifle the villain, whose unstanched tairst Command an 'argosy to stem the waves.

York and young Rutland could not satisfy. But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?

1 War. Ay, but he's dead : Off with the traitor's War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape :

head, For, though before his face I speak the words,

| And rear it in the place your father's stands.Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:

And now to London with triumphant march, • And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.

There to be crowned England's royal king. [CLIFFORD groans, and dies." From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy

France, leave?

And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen. Rich, A deadly groan, like life and death's de

So shalt thou sinew both these lands together; parting, Edw. See who it is : and now the battle's ended,

And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not

dread If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd. Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clif. For though they cannot greatly sting io hurt.

The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again : ford ;

Yet look to have them buz, to offend thine ears. • Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch

First, will I see the coronation ; 6 In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,

. And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, < But set his murdering knife unto the root

To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. 'From whence that tender spray did sweetly Edw. Even as thou wilt, 'sweet Warwick, let spring,

it be: " I mean our princely father, duke of York.

* For on thy shoulder do I build my seat; War. From off the gates of York fetch down the *

the * And never will I undertake the thing, head, Your father's head, which Clifford placed there :

| * Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting..

Richard. I will create thee duke of Gloster:Instead whereof, let this supply the room;

And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself, Measure for measure must be answered.

Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best. Edw. Bring forth that fatal screechowl to our Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence: George, of house,

Gloster ; " That nothing sung but death to us and ours : For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous, 5 Now death shall stop his dismal threatening / War. Tut, that's a foolish observation: sound,

Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London, • And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.

, To see these honours in possession. [Exeunt. [Attendants bring the Body forward. War. I think his understanding is bereft:

ACT III. Speak, Clifford, doșt thou know who speaks to SCENE I. A Chase in the North of England

thee? Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,

Enter Two Keepers,6 with Crossbows in their

Hands.
And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say.
Rich. O, 'would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth; |

1 Keep. Under this thick-grown brake" we'il 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,

shroud ourselves; . Because he would avoid such bitter taunts, 1. For through this laund8 anon the deer will come; Which in the time of death he gave our father. 1' And in this covert will we make our stand, Geo. If so thou think'st, vexo him with eager' Culling the principal of all the deer. words.4

* 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace.

shoot. Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.

*1 Keep. That cannot be ; the noise of thy crossWar. .Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.

bow Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. 1 * Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to

* Here stand we both, and aim we at the best. York.

* And, for the time shall not seem tedious, 1 Thus in King Richard III. :

presented these characters, Sincklo and Humphrey. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front.' Humphrey was probably Humphrey Jeaffes, mentioned

2 Departing for separation. To depart, in old lart. in Mr. Henslowe's manuscript ; Sincklo we have before guage, is to part. Thus in the old marriage service: mentioned, his name being prefixed to some speeches in Till death us depart.'

the Induction to The Taming of the Shrew. Hall and 3 We have this also in King Richard III. :

Holinshed tell us that Henry VI. 'was no sooner entered • Out on you, owls! nothing but songs of death." into England but he was known and taken of one Cant.

4 Sour words; words of asperity. 'Verie eagre or low, and brought to the king.' It appears, however, sowre: peracerous... Baret. :

from records in the duchy office, that King Edward 5 Alluding to the deaths of Thomas of Woodstock granted a rent-charge of one hundred pound to Sir and Humphrey, duke of Gloster. The author of the James Harington, in recompense of his great and labo. old play, in which this line is found, had a passage of rious diligence about the capture and detention of the Hall's Chronicle in his thoughts, in which the unfortu. king's great traitor, rebel, and enemy, lately called nate ends of those who had borne the title is recounted : Henry the Sixth, made by the said James and like. he thus concludes :- So that this name of Gloucester wise annuities to Richard and Thomas Talbot, Es. is taken for an unhappie and unfortunate stile, as the quires ---Talbot, and Levesey, for their services in the proverb speaks of Segane's horse, whose ryder was same capture. Henry had been for some time hare ever un horsed, and whose possessor was ever brought boured by Janes Maychell of Crakenthorpe, Westto miserie.'

moreland. See Rymer's Fædera, xi. 548, 575. 6 In the folio copy, ir.stead of two keepers, we have 7 Thicket. through negligence the names of the persons who re.' S A plain extended between woods, a laron.

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