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Like to a dismal clangor heard from far, SCENE V. Another Part of the Freld, Alarum, ! Warurick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!

Enter King HENRY. · So underneath the belly of their steeds, That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,

* K. Hen. This battle fares like to the morning's

war," " The noble gentleman gave up the ghost. • War. Then let the earth be drunken with our

* When dying clouds contend with growing light;

* What time ihe shepherd, blowing of his nails, blood ?

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

Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea, * Why siand we like soft-hearted women here,

Forc'd by the tide to combat with the wind; *Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage; * And look upon,' as if the tragedy

Now sways it that way, like the selssame sea

· Forc'd to retire by fury of the wind; * Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors ? Here on my knee I vow to God above,

• Sometime, the flood prevails; and then the wind;

Now, one the better; then, another best; . I'll never pause again, never stand sull, Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine,

Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,

• 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,,

. So is the equal poise of this fell war. And, in this row, 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 100, * I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thce,

• 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, *O God! methinks, it were a happy life,' • And 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.

* To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Rich. Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle * Thereby to see the minutes how they run:

Warwick, "Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:

* How many make the hour full complete,

* 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. War. Away, away! Once more sweet lords, * When this is known, then to divide the times :

* How many years a mortal man may live. farewell. I Geo. Yet let us all together to our troops,

* So many hours must I tend my flock;

* So many hours must I take my rest; And give them leave to fly 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 • As victors wear at the Olympian games:

* So many days my ewes have been with young; * This may plant courage in their quailing? breasts ; * So many years ere I shall shear the ficece:

* So many weeks ore the poor fools will yean; * 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 Clif

* Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade * 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,

*0, 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.*

* 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; * 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, nuistrust, 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 flics.

Son. Il blows the wind, that profits nobody. i Rich. Nay, Warwick, single out some other

whom hand to hand 'I slew in fight, chase ; For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.s change, by affordina, amidst the tumult and horror of

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the battle, an unexpected glimpse of rural innocence and

pastoral tranquilliy-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 1 Quailing is sinking into dejection.

same pensive moralizing character. The reader may 3 To fore-stor is to delay, to loiter.

not be displeased to have them here subjoined, that he * Fore-sluro no time; sweet Lancaster, let's march.

may compare them with the congenial thoughts the pocs

has attributed to him
Marloue's Eduard III.
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Kingdoms are but cares;
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Statius, Theb. ii. v. 453.

State is devoid of stay; 6 Two very similar lines in the preceding play are

Riches are ready spares, spoken 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 a 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 stood.' 7 This speech is mourusul and soft, exqnisitely suited to the character of the king, and makes a pleasing inter- 8 These two horrible instances are selected to shot

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. May be possessed with some store of crowns : * My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre ; * 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 obsequious 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. * As Priam was for all his valiant 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 iho 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: Escursions, Enter QUEEN MARGAAnd pardon, father, for I knew not thee!* My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks ;.

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

fled, 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 * And 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 sight,
Enter a Father, who has killed his Son, with the · And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,

With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath,
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;

them; • 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 !

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. 0, pity, God, this miserable age • What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly, SCENE VI. The same. A loud Alarum. ter • Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,

CLIFFORD, wounded.' This deadly quarrel daily doth beget! • O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,

* Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies,

Which, while it lasted, gave King Henry light. • And hath bereft thee of thy life too late! 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; . O, 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 fly the gnats, but to the sun ? * 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 one 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 !
K. Hen. How will the country, for these woful 1, and ten thousand in this luckless realm,

* They never then had sprung like summer flies : 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 bui gentle air ? Fath. Was ever father, so bemoan'd a son ?

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

Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; "Much is your sorrow; mine, ten times so much. Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep The foe is merciless, and will not pity;.

No way to fly, nor strength to hold oui flight:

(Erit with the Body. For at their hands I have deserv'd no pity. * Fath. These arms of mine shall be thy winding. 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 introduced the second of these incidents in his picture of 5 Think einfavourably of. the battle of Constantine and Maxentius.

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

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

cer's prentice, in the Knight of the Burning Pestle, with 3 or these obscure lines the following explanation by a forked arroir through his head. The circumstance is Henley is the most probablo which has been offered :- related by Holinshed, p. 664 : The Lord Clifford, ei. Had the son been younger he would have been preclud-ther for heat or paine, putting off his gorget suddenlie, ed from the levy which brought him to the field ; and with an arrow (as some sale) without a head, was strick: had the father recognized him before their mortal en. en into the throle, 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 4 To take on is a phrase still in use in common par. 'The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born, ance, and signifies to persist in clamorous lamentalion. Gone to salute the rising inorn.'

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

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now ? Alarum and Retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE,

War. They mock thee, Clifford ! swear as thou RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers.

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

goes hard, bids us pause,

I know by that, he's dead; And, by my soul, • And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful. If this right hand would buy two hours' life, looks.

That I in all despite might rail at him, * Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ;

• This hand should chop 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 thirst . Command an argosy to stem the waves.

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

War. Ay, but he's dead : Off with the traitor's War. No, 'uis 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 Echo. 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."

* And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not Edw. See who it is : and now the battle's ended,

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 to burt,

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 ; • 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 * And never will I undertake the thing, head,

* Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting. Your father's head, which Clifford placed there : Instead whereor, let this supply the room;

'Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster ;

• And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself, Measure for measure must be answered. Edr. Bring forth that fatal screechowl to our

Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best.

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. • Now deathshall 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. (Freuni. (Attendants bring the Body forward. War. I think his understanding is bereft:

ACT III. Speak, Clifford, dost 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, 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':} 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,

shroud ourselves; • Because he would avoid such bitter taunts,

· For through this laund* anon the deer will come ; • Which in the time of death he gave our father.

" And in this covert will we make our stand, Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager

• Culling the principal of all the deer. words.

* 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 ihy faults.

bow Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. * 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 de parl, in old lan. in Mr. Henslowe's manuscript ; Sinch lo 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, ouls ! 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, Howre: peracerous.' -- Baret.

from records in the duchy office, that King Edward 5 Alluding to the deaths or 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 laboold 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 trajior, rebel, and enemy, lately called pate ends of those who had borne the title is recounted: Henry the Sixth, made by the said James and like. he thus concludes - Su that this name of Gloucester wise annuities to Richard and Thomas Talbot, Esis 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 har ever un horsed, and whose possessor was ever brought boured by ames Maychell of Crakenthorpe, West. to miserie.'

Inoreland. See Rymer's Fædera, xi. 548, 575. 6 In the folio copy, ir.stead of two keepers, we have 7 Thicket. through nogligence the names of the persons who re- S À plajn extended between woods, a laron.

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K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my * In this self-place where now we mean to stand. • 2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till ho be * Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, past.

* Nor to be seen: 'my crown is call'd, content; Enter King HENRY, disguised, with a Prayer-book.

A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.

2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure content, love,

Your crown content, and you, inust be contented • To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. • To go along with us: for, as we think, No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;

You are the king, King Edward hath depos'd, * Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee, . And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, Thy balm wash'd off,' where with thou wast • Will apprehend you as his enemy. anointed :

* K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break No bending knee will call thee Casar now,

an oath? * No humble suitors press to speak for right,

* 2 Keep. No, never such an oath, nor will not * No, not a man comes for redress of thee; For how can I help them, and not myself?

* K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was 1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keep- king of England ? er's fee:

* 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now * This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him. remain.

* K. Hen. Let me embrace these our adversities; * K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months * For wise men say, it is the wisest course.

old; * 2 Keep. Why linger we ? let us lay hands upon * My father and my grandfather were kings; him.

* And you were sworn true subjects unto me: * 1 Keep. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little * And, tell me then, have you not broke your oaths ?

* 1 Keep. No; K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France For we were subjects, but while you were king.

* K. Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe a And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick

man? • Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. To wise for Edward : If this news be true, * Look, as I blow this feather from my face,

Poor queen, and, son, your labour is but lost; * And as the air blows it to me again, *For Warwick is a subile orator,

* Obeying with my wind when I do blow, * And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. * And yielding to another when it blows, * By this account, then, Margaret may win him; * Commanded always by the greater gust; • For she's a woman to be pilied much:

* Such is the lighiness of you common men. * Her sighs will make a bariery in his breast; * But do not break your oaths; for, of that sin * Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;

My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. * The tiger will be mild, while she doth mourn; * Go where you will

, the king shall be commanded; * And Nero will be tainted with remorse,

* And be you kings; command, and I'll obey. * To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears. * 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, King Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give :

Edward. She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry;

* K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. * If he were seated as King Edward is. She weeps, and says-her Henry is depos’d; 1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in He smiles, and says-his Edward is installid;

the king's, * That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more: To go with us unto the officers. * Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong, K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name * Inferreth arguments of mighty strength ;?

be obey'd : * And, in conclusion, wins the king from her, * And what God will, then let your king perform; * With promise of his sister, and what eise, * And what he will, I humbly yield unto. (Eseunt. * To strengthen and support King Edward's place. SCENE II. London. A Room in the Palace. * O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,

Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, * Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn.3

and LADY GREY. 2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings and queens?

K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans' K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was field born to:

“This lady's husband, Sir John Grey, was slain, .A man at least, for less I should not be;

His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror: And men may talk of kings, and why not I ? Her suit is now, to repossess those lands; 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a Which we in justice cannot well deny, king.

Because in quarrel of the house of York K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind:“ and that's "The worthy gentleman did lose his life.s enough.

Glo. Your highness shall do well, to grant her 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy

suit ; crown?

* It were dishonour, to deny her. 1 Thus also in King Richard II. :-

fighting on the side of King Henry; and so far is it from • Not all the water in the rough rude sca

being true that his lands were seized by the conqueror Can wash the balm from an anointed king.'

(Queen Margaret) that they were in fact seized by King It is observable that this line is one of those additions to Edward after his victory at Towton, 1461. The present the original play which are found in the folio and not in scene is laid in 1464. Shakspeare followed the old play the quarto.

in this instance; but when he afterwards had occasion 2 This line has already occurred in the former Act :- to mention this matter in writing his King Richard IN 'Inferring arguments of mizhty force.'

he stated it truly as he found it in the Chronicles. In In the old play the line occurs but once.

ACI i. Sc. 2 of that play, Richard, addressing himself 3 The piety of Henry scarce interests us more for his 10 Queen Elizabeth (ihe Lady Grey of the present misfortunes than this his constant solicitude for the wel. scene,) says fare of his deceitful queen.--Sleerens.

'In all which time you and your husband Grey 4 Malone thinks that there is an allusion here to an Were factions for ine heruse of Lancaster; ald poem by Sir Edward Dyer, beginning, My mind (And, Rivers, so were you :) -- was not your husband to me a kingdom is.' See it in Perey's Reliques, 31 In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain ? edition, vol. i. p. 293.

Malone says that this circumstance, among numerotis 5 This is in every particular a falsification of history. others, proves incontestably that Shakspeare was not Sir John Grey fell in the sccond battle of St. Albans the original author of this and the preceding play.

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Glo. The match is made ; she seals it with a I see, the lady hath a thing to grant,

curt'sy. Before the king will grant her humble suit,

'K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I Clar. He knows the game; How true he keeps the wind ?

Aside.

* L. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving Glo. Silence !

(Aside. liege. K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit;' * K. Edw. Ay, but I fear me, in another senso. And come some other time, to know our mind. What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? *L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook * L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, delay:

my prayers; May it please your highness to resolve me now;

“That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. * And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such "Glo. [ Aside.) 'Ay, widow ? then I'll warrant you

love. all your lands,

* L. Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. • Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. * K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive my * Clar. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.

mind.

(Aside. * L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I per* Glo. God forbid that! for he'll take vantages.

(Aside. * Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. · K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow? K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.

* L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie ir Clar. I think, he means to beg a child of her.

prison. [Aside.

K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husGlo. Nay, whip me then; he'll rather give her

band's lands.

(Aside. L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord.

dower; Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be ruld by For by that loss I will not purchase them. him.

[Aside. K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children K. Edw. 'Twere pity, they should lose their

mighuly. father's land.

L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both then 1. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.

and me. K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this wi- But, mighty lord, this merry inclination dow's wit,

* Accords not with the sadness of my suit; Glo. Ay, good leave? have you; for you will Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. have leave,

K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my request : 'Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. No; if thou dost say no, to my deinand.

(Gloster and CLARENCE retire to the L. Grey. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an other side.

end. * K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love "Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her

brows.

(Aside. * L Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.

Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. * K. Edw. And would you not do much, to do

(Aside. them good ?

*K. Edw. [Aside.) Her looks do argue her re* L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain

plete with modesty; some harm.

* Her words do show her wit incomparable ; * K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do * All her perfections challenge sovereignty: them good.

One way, or other, she is for a king; * L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. And she shall be my love, or else my queen.K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be Say, that King Edward take thee for his queen?

L. Grey. "Tis better said than done, my gracious * L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your high

lord : ness service,

I am a subject fit to jest withal, * K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I But far unfit to be a sovereign. give them?

K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to * L. Grey. What you command, that rests in me

thee, to do.

I speak no more than what my soul intends; * K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. boon.

L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto: * L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot

"I know I am too mean to be your queen: do it.

And yet too good to be your concubine. * K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean

K. Elw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my to ask.

queen. * L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace L. Grey. 'Twill grieve your grace, my sons should commands.

call you--father. * Glo. He plies her hard ; and much rain wears K. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters call the marble.

(Aside.

thee mother. * Clar. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children, melt.

[Aside. And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, I. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not hear Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing

To be the father unto many sons. K. Edw. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.

* Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. L. Grey. That's soon perform’d, because I am a Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his shrift. subject.

(Aside. K. Edw. Why ihen, thy husband's lands I freely Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for give thice.

shift.

[Aside. K. Edv. Brothers, you muse what chat we two

have had. 1 A very lively and spritely dialogue ; the reciprocation is quicker than is common in Shakspeare.--John- 2 This phrase implies readiness of assent

3 i. e. seriousress. K

your children?

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