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* Oxf. I.et's levy men and beat him back again.' ' The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, Cla A little fire is quickly trodden out;

1 Cold biting winter mars our hop'd for hav.s Whica, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. | * Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, Wur. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted. 1 * And take the great-grown traitor unawares. . friends,

* Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;

(Exeuni Those will I muster up :- and thou, son Clarence, • Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, • The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:

ACT v. • Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, • Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find SCENE I. Coventry. Enter, upon the Walls,

Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st : WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, Two Mes
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd, sengers, and others.
In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. -

War. Where is the post that came from valiani My sovereign, with the loving citizens,

Oxford ? * Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,

: How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow ? * Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,

with her nymphs, 1 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither Shall rest in London, till we come to him.

ward. Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.- l War. How far off is our brother Montague ? Farewell, my sovereign.

Where is the post that came from Montague ? K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's "2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant trour

true hope.2' * Clar. In sign uf truth, I kiss your highness' hand.

Enter Sir John SOMERVILLE. * K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortu

'War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son. nate!

And, by the guess, I

s Clarence now? * Mont. Comfort, my lord, and so I take my som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces. leave.

And do expect him here some two hours hence. * Oxf. And thus, (Kissing Hrxar's hand,! I seal

[Drum heard. my truth, and bid adieu.

War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. *K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and riay loving Monta- *Som. It is not his, my lord : here Southanı lies: gue,

* The drum your honour hears, marcheth from * A id all at once, once more a happy farewell. War. Farewell, sweet lords ; let's meet at Co-!* War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd.

'Warwick. ventry.

for friends. Exeunt WAR. CLAR. OxF. and MoNT.l * Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. * Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?

know. * Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field Drums. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and * Should not be able to encounter mine.

Forces, marching * Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest.

* K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and scund * K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meeds hath

a parle. got me fame.

Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall. * I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands.

War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? * Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;

Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, * My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, * My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,

That we could hear no news of his repair ?

* K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city * My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears: * I have not been desirous of their wealth,

gates, * Nor much oppres'd them with great subsidies,, lo Call Edward_king, and at his hands heg mercy,

Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee? * Nor forward of revenge, though they much errd:lca

i1 And he shall pardon thee these outrages. * Then why should they love Edward more than me? * No, Exeter, these graces challenge yrace;

War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces * And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,

hence,

Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down? * The lamb will never cease to follow him.

Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent, . [Shout within A Lancaster! A Lancaster!

And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Fixe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these? |

hese? Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said

che i thought at i Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, and Soldiers. lor did he make the jest against his will?

the king; K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear * War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift ? him hence,

* Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor carl to give; • And once again proclaim us king of England. 1* I'll do thee service for so good a gift." * You are the fount that makes small brook's to flow:1 'War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy * Now stops thy spring;"my sea shall suck them dry,

brother. * And swell so much the higher by their ebb.-- K. Edw. Why, then 'tis inine, if but by War• Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.

wick's gift. (Exeunt some with King Henry. "War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight : And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again : • Where peremptory Warwick now remains : And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.

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I This line, in the folio copy, is given to the king, to 14 Warwick has but just left the stage, declaring his whose character it is so unsuitable, that it has been intention to go to Coventry. How then could Edward thought best to give it to Oxford, who is the next speak. know of that intention ? Shakspeare here again fo). er in the old play.

lowed the old play. Some of the old dramatic writers .? Shakspeare has twice repeated this passage, which seem to have thought that all the persons of the drama, made an impression upon him in the old play. He has must know whatever was known to the writers them applied the same expression to the duke of York, where selves, or to the audience. his overthrow at Wakefield is described :

|The allusion is to the prover, 'Make hay while Environeci lre was with many foes,

the sun shines.' And stood against them as the hope of Troy

6 Thus in King John :Against the Greeks."

"O, where hath our intelligence been drunk? In the former instance no trace is to be found of these | Where hath it slept lives in the old play. Several similar repetitions are on That is, enroll myself among thy dependents, found in this Third Part of King Henry VI.

Cowell informs us that servitium is that service which 3 Merit.

I the tenant, by reason of his fee, oweth into his lord'

* K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's pri-1" To bend the fatal ins.ruments of war soner:

1' Against his brother, and his lawful king ? • And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,-- * Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath: What is the body, when the head is off ?

* To keep that oath, were more impiety · Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, * Than Jephtha's, when he sacrific'd his daughter But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, *I am so sorry for my trespass made, • The king was slily finger'd from the deck !! * That, to deserve well at my brother's hands You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, 2 * I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe; And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. * With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee

K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. * (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)
* Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel * To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
down, kneel down:

And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, * Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. And to niy brother turn my blushing cheeks.

* War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends; * And with the other fling it at thy face,

And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, * Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.

hee.

For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. * K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten tinc. tide thy friend;

more belov'd, « This hand, fast wound about thy cold-black hair, Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. * Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, 'Glo. Welcome, good Clarence: this is brother* Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,

like. * Wind-changing Warwick now can change no 1 War. O passing? traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! more.

K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the Enter OXFORD, with Drum and Colours.

town, and fight? *War. O cheerful colours ! see, where Oxford

Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence : comes ! Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

I will away towards Barnet presently,

And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. OXFORD and his Forces enter the City. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too.

leads the way :K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. Lords to

ks. Lords, to the field; Saint George, and victory. * Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt,

[March. Exeunt. * Will issue out again, and bid us battle: I "If not, the city, being but of small defence,

SCENE II. A Field of Battle near Barnet. Ala"We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.

rums, and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD, War. (), welcome, Oxford, for we want thy help. bringing in WARWICK wounded, Enter MONTAGUE, with Drum and Colours.

* K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die

our fear; Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

* For Warwick was a bug,8 that fear'd us all.[He and his Forces enter the City.* . Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this * That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.

:/ * Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, treason

(Exit. Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. * K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater

War. Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, friend, or victory;

And tell me who is victor, York or Warwicks? quest.

Why ask I that? my mangled body shows, Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colours. 1 * My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart

shows Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! (He and his Forces enter the City.

| That I must yield my body to the earth, Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, 4

And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Have sold their lives unto the house of York;

Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.

Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,

Under whose shade the ramping lion slept ;) Enter CLARENCE, with Drum and Colours. Whose top-branch overpeerd Jove's spreading tree, War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps

* And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. along,

* These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's Of force enough to bid his brother battle;

ter black veil, * With whom an upright zeal to rights prevails,

1 * Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, * More than the nature of a brother's love :

* To search the secret treasons of the world: Come Clarence come. Thou wilt if Warwick The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, calls.

Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres; Clar. Father of Warwick know you what this For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? means;

And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? [Taking the red Rose out of his Cap.

Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood ! ' Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:

My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, I will not ruinate my father's house,

Even now forsake me ; and, of all my lands, Who gave his blood to limes the stones together,

Is nothing left me, but my body's length !10 . And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, War

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust! wick,

And, live we how we can, yet die we must. • That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt,6 unnatural, taken prisoner at Tewksbury, 1471, and there behead.

ed; his brother Johu losing his life in the same fight

5 i. e. To cement. LA pack of cards was anciently termed a deck of 6 j. e. stupid, insensible of paternal fondness. carıs, or a pair of cards. An instance of a pack of cards my i.e. exceeding, egregious. A passing impudeni being called a deck, occurs in the Sessions Paper for fellow; insigniter impudens.'-Baret. January, 1789. The term is said to be still used in Ire. 8 Warwick was the bugbear that frightened us all. land.

9. All the fowls of heaven made their nest in his 2 The palace of the bishop of London.

boughs, and under his branches did all the beasts of the .:? This expression of impa ience has been already no. field bring forth their young.' Ezekiel, c. xxxi. ice in The Tempest, and King Richard II.

10 Cedes coeptis saltibus, et domo The first of these noblemen was Edmund, slain at

Villaque.'

Hor. ile battle of St. Albans, 1455. The second was Henry

Mors sola fatetur his son, beheaded after the battle of Hexham, 1463.

Quantula sint hominum corpuscula.' Juv. The present duke, Edmundi, brother to Henry, was Camden mentions in his Remaines, that Constantine, in

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Enter Oxford and SOMERSET. 1' What though the mast be now blown overboard, * Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as:

asl" The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, we are,

' And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ? * We might recover all our loss again!

" Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet, that he The queen from France hath brought a puissant

. Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, power:

* With tearful eyes add water to the sea, 1 Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st thoul' And give more strength to that which hath toc fly!

much ;4 "War. Why, then I would not fly.--Ah, Mon

* Vhiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, tague,

* Which industry and courage might have sav'd ? * If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand,

* Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! * And with thy lips keep in my soul a while!

vith the line been in my soul whilens Say, Warwick was our anchor ; What of that? * Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, And Montague our top-mast ; What of him? * Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood,

' Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What or * That glues my lips, and will not let me speak.

these? * Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ? Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd

athed And Somerset another goodly mast ? his last;

• The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? • And, to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick,

And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I And said-Commend me to my valiant brother.

l' For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge ? And more he would have said ; and more he

1. We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;

* But keep our course, though the rough wind say : Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,

-no, " That might not be distinguish'd ; but, at last,

| * From shelves and rocks that threaten us with "I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,

wreck. O, farewell, Warwick!

* As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. War

Sweet rest to his souli * And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea? Fly, lords, and save yourselves: for Warwick bids * What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit? You all farewell, to meet again in heaven.

heaven.

(Dies.

Dies, * And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock? Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great

* All these the enemies to our poor bark. power ! [Exeunt, bearing of War. Body.

* Say, you can swim ; alas, 'tis but a while SCENE II. Another Part of the Field. Flourish. | * Bestride the rock: the tide will wash you off.

* Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink : Enter KING EDWARD in triumph; with CLAR- | * Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. ENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest.

* This speak I, lords, to let you understand, K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward * In case some one of you would fly from us, course,

* That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, . And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. * More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and "But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,

rocks. " I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud, *Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, "That will encounter with our glorious sun, *'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. ( Ere he attain his easeful western bed :

* Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit, : I mean, my lords,-those powers, that the queen * Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, · Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd? our coast, * Infuse his breast with magnanimity, And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. * And make him, naked, foil a man at arms

* Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, 'I speak not this, as doubting any here: * And blow it to the source from whence it came: For, did : but suspect wearful man, * Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; ' He should have leave to go away betimes ; * For every cloud engenders not a storm.

· Lest, in our need, he might infect another, * Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong,' And make him of like spirit to himself. • And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her ;

' If any such be here, as God forbid ! "If she have time to breathe, be well assurd, 'Let him depart, before we need his help. Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

" Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage! _K. Edw. We are advertis’d by our loving friends, and warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.That they do hold their course towards Tewksbury ; 1' 0, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather "We having now the best at Barnet field,

Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live, Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; To hear his image, and renew his glories!

And, as we march, our strength will be augmented "Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, In every county as we go along.

Go home to bed, and like the owl by day, Strike up the drum; cry--Courage! and away. | If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.

(Exeunt. ! *Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset :-sweet SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury. March.

Oxford, thanks. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD,

* Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.

nothing else. * Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and

wail their loss, 3 * But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.

(says Steevens,) while they adjust a coffin in a family vault, will abundantly illustrate the preceding simile

Such a peculiar hubbub of inarticulate sounds might order to dissuade a person from covetousness, drew out have attracted our author's notice; it has too ofter with his lance the length and breadth of a man's grave, forced itself on mine.' adding, “This is all thou shalt have when thou art 2 Arriv'd is here used in an active form. dead, if thou canst happily get so much.'

3 This speech in the original play is expressed in ele Johnson observes that Warwick's mention of his ven lines. Malone thinks its extraordinary expansior parks and manors diminishes the pathetic of these lines. into thirty-seven lines a decisive proof that the old play It is true that it is something in the strain of the whin- was the production of some writer who preceded Shak. ing ghosts of the Mirror for Magistrates; but it was the speare. popular style of the time : Cavendish, in his Metrical *4 Thus Jaques moralizing upon the weeping stag in Legends, introduces Wolsey's shade lamenting to leave As You Like It, Act i. Sc. 2: tiis palaces and gardens.

- Thou mak'st a testament 1 The old play has this line :

As worldlings do, giving the sum of more
Which sounded like a c'amour in a vault.

To that which has too much." i cannot but think that cannon is an error of the press A similar thought is found in Shakpeare's Lover's Com 1. the first folio. "The indistinci gabble of undertakers I plaint.

. Enter a Messenger.

Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been su resolv'd' • Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is atl “Glo. That you might still have worn the petti hand,

coat, Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. Oxf. I thought no less : it is his policy,

Prince. Let Æsop' fable in a winter's night; To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.

His currish riddles sort not with this place. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness.

Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your for

word. wardness.

Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not

men.

Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive budge.

scold. March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD,

Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.

rather. K'. Edw. Brave followers,' yonder stands the •K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm thorny wood,

your tongue. • Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your Clar. Untutord lad, thou art too malapert. 'strength,

Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful. • Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, * I need not add more fuel to your fire,

And thou misshapen Dick, I tell ye all, * For, well I wot,2 ye blaze to burn them out: I am your better, traitors as ye are:* Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.

* And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. . Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer should say,

here.

(Stabs him. • My tears gainsay;3 for every word I speak, * Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy “ Ye see, I drink the water of mine cyes.

agony.

[Glo. stabs him. • Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your sove * Cla. And there's for twitting me with perjury. reign,

[CLA. stats him. ' Is prisoner to the foe ; his state usurp'd,

Q. Mar. O, kill me too! • His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, Glo. Marry, and shall. [ Offers to kill ker. • His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent ; K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done · And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil.

too much. • You fight in justice : then, in God's name, lords, Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with • Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. .

words ?10 [Exeunt both Armies. K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for SCENE V. Another part of the same. Alarums:

her recovery. Excursions : and afterwards a Retreat. Then

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother: enter King EdwARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER,

I'll hence to London on a serious matter : and Forces ; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD,

'Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. and SOMERSET, Prisoners.

Clar. What? what?
. Glo. The Tower, the Tower!

Exit. K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous |

'Q. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy • broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes castle4 straight :

mother, boy!

Canst thou not speak ?-O traitors! murderers ! For Somerset, 5 off with his guilty head.

They, that stabb’d Cæsar, shed no blood at all, .GO, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. I Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame. Oxf. For iny part,‘I'll not trouble thee with

* If this foul deed were by, to equal it. words. Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my for land men ne'er søend their fury on a child.

• He was a man; this, in respect, a child; tune. [Exeunt Oxf. and Som. guarded. What's worse ihan murderer, that I may name it? * Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous. / * No, no: my heart will burst, an if I speak :world,

1 * And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.-* To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. * K. Edw. Is proclamation made,--that who | * How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!

* Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals! finds Edward, * Shall have a high reward, and he his life?

• You have no children, butchers ! if you had 1

The thought of them would have stirridup remors ; * Glo. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward. Bu

var | But if you ever chance to have a child comes.

Look in his youth to have him so cut off, Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD. As, deathsmen! you have ridi? this sweet young * K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear

prince! him speak:

K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence * What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?

perforce. • Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me • For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, * And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to ?6 Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious What! wilt thou not ?-then, Clarence, do it thor York !

Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth;

Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou,

thou do it. Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.

do it?

ness; and the poet following nature makes Richard 1 This scene is ill contrived, in which the king and i highly incensed at the reproach. queen appear at once on the stage at the head of oppo. 8 See King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. l. sing armies. It had been easy to make one retire before 9 That is, thou who art the likeness,' &c. The ohl the other entered.-Johnson.

I copies describe Edward as striking the first blow, and 2 Know.

3 Unsay, deny.

Gloster the next; and this is according to history, whicle 4 A castle in Picardy, where Oxford was confined for | informs us that Edward smote the prince with his many years.

gauntlet, on which the rest dispatched him. 5 See note it, on p. 83.

10 i. e. dispute, contention. 6 We have nearly the same words in the Tempest: 11 The same sentiment is repeated by Macduff in the , my heart bleeds,

tragedy of Macbeth ; and this passage may serve as a • To think of the teen that I have turn'd you to." comment on that. q The prince ca'ls Richard Æsop for his crooked. I 12 To rid is to cut off, wo destroy

here;

Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; 1' Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate "Twas sin before,' but now 'tis charity.

- And orphans for their parents' timeless weath, «What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou? | The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; "The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time, Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.

Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook dow: K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her

trees; hence.

The raven rook'de her on the chimney's top. Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. prince!

[Exit, led out forcibly. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?

And yet brought forth less than a mother's hopu. Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To wit,--an indigest deformed ump, To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, head.

To signify,--thou cam'st to bite the world : • Now march we hence : discharge the common sort And, if the rest be true which I have heard, s With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, 1' Thou cam'st

And see our genıle queen how well she fares; Glo. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet, in trg : By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt.

speech;

Stabs him. SCENE VI. London. A Room in the Tower. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.

KING HENRY is discovered sitting with a Book K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after in his Hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter | this. . GLOSTER.

O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies. Glo. Good day, my lord: What, at your book

Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster

Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. so hard ? K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: My lord. I should See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!

' 0, may such purple tears be always shed say rather ; "lis sin to flatter, good was little better :

. From those that wish the downfal of our house! Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,

• If any spark of life be yet remaining, * And both preposterous ; therefore, not good lord.]

vd lord | Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee ihither. * Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must

[Stabs him again.

| 1, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.confer.

[Exit Lieutenant * K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from

| Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of; the wolf:

"For I have often heard my mother say, * So first the harmless sheep doth yield his Heece,

I came into the world with my legs forward. * And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.

| Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste, What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?

| And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;

The midwife wonderd; and the women cried, The thief dóth fear each bush an officer.

O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth. K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a

And so I was, which plainly signified bush,

That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. • With trembling wings misdoubteth? every hush:

" Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, And I, the hapless malej to one sweet burd

Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.8 Have now the fatal object in my eye,

| 1 have no brother, I am like no brother:

1. And this word-love, which greybeards call divine, Where my poor young was lim’d, was caught, and kill'd.

| Be resident in men like one anoiher, Glo. Why, what a peevish4 fool was that of|

And not in me; I am myself alone.
Crete,

Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light That taught his son the office of a fowl?

But I will sort' a pitchy day for thee: • And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.

For I will buz abroad such prophecies, K. Hen. I, Dadalus; my poor boy, Icarus ;

That Edward shall be fearful of his life ; Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;

And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. The sun, that seard the wings of my sweet boy,

| King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone : (Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea,

Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest; " Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.

Counting myself but bad, till I be best. *Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words !

I'll throw thy body in another room, • My breast can better brook thy dagger's point,

And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. (Exit. Than can my ears that tragic history.

SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Palace, * But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?

King Edward is discovered sitting on his Tirone; Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner?

QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLAK. Hen. A persecuior, I am sure, thou art; RENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and others, near If murdering innocents be executing,

him. "Why, then thou art an executioner.

K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption,

throne, K. Hen. Had'st thou been kill'd, when first thou

purchas'd with the blood of enemies. didst presume, ... Thou hadst noi liv'd to kill a son of mine.

What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,

Have we mow'd down, 10 in tops of all their pride ? And thus I prophecy,—that many a thousand,

Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd • Which now mistrust no parcels of my fear;

For hardy and undoubted champions : • And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's,

Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, • And many an orphan's water-standing eye,

And two Northumberlands; two braver men 1 She alludes to the desertion of Clarence.

Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound. 2 To misdoubl is to suspect danger, to fear. 3 The word niale is here used in an uncommon sense,

rulis indigestaque moles. for the male parent: the sweet bird is evidently his son

Ovid. Met. i. 7. Prince Edward.

8 Dryden seems to have had this line in bis mine 4 Peevish, in the language of our ancestors, was when writing his Edipus:-used to signify mad or foolish. See note on Comerty of It was thy crooked mind hunch'd out thy back, Errors, Act iv. Sc. 1.

And wander'd in thy limbs.' õ Who suspect no part of what my fears presage.

9 Select, choose out. . To rook, or ruck, is to cower down like a bird at 10 A kindred image occurs in King Henry V..roost or on its est. The word is of very ancient use in

moroing like grass our language

Your fresh-air virgins, and your flow'ring infania.

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