The incenfe of a vow, a holy vow *; Pemb. Bigot. Our fouls religiously confirm thy words. Enter Hubert. Hub. Lords, I am hot with hafte in feeking you: Arthur doth live; the king hath fent for you. Sal. Oh, he is bold, and blushes not at death:Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! a haly vow; Never to taste the pleafures of the world,] This is a copy of the vows made in the ages of fuperftition and chivalry. JOHNSON. 5 the worship of revenge.] The worship is the dignity, the honour. We ftill fay worshipful of magiftrates. JOHNSON. 'Till I have fet a glory to this band, By giving it the worship of revenge.] I think it should be-a glory to this head Pointing to the dead prince, and ufing the word worship in its common acceptation. A glory is a frequent term: "Round a quaker's beaver caft a glory," fays Mr. Pope: the folemn confirmation of the other lords feems to require this fenfe. The late Mr. Gray was much pleased with this correction. FARMER. The old reading feems right to me, and means,-'till I have famed and renowned my own hand by giving it the honour of revenge for fo foul a deed. Glory means fplendor and magnificence in faint Matthew, vi. 29. So, in Markham's Husbandry, 1631, p. 353: "But if it be where the tide is fcant, and doth no more but bring the river to a glory," i. e. fills the banks without overflowing. So, in act II. fc. ii. of this play: "Oh, two fuch filver currents, when they join, "Do glorify the banks that bound them in.” A thought almoft fimilar to the prefent, occurs in Ben Jonson's Catiline, who, act IV. fc. iv. fays to Cethegus: "When we meet again we'll facrifice to liberty. Cet. And revenge. That we may praise our hands once !" i. e. Oh! that we may fet a glory, or procure honour and praise, to our hands, which are the inftruments of action. TOLLET. H 4 Hub. Hub. I am no villain. Sal. Muft I rob the law? [Drawing his fword. Faule. Your fword is bright, fir; put it up again. Sal. Not 'till I fheath it in a murderer's fkin. Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, ftand back, I fay; By heaven, I think, my fword's as fharp as yours: I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, Nor tempt the danger of my true defence" Left I, by marking of your rage, forget Your worth, your greatnefs, and nobility. Bigot. Out, dunghill! dar'ft thou brave a nobleman? Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend My innocent life against an emperor. Sal. Thou art a murderer. Hub. Do not prove me fo7; Yet, I am none: Whofe tongue foe'er fpeaks falfe, Fale. Keep the peace, I fay. Sal. Stand by, or I fhall gaul you, Faulconbridge. Faulc. Thou wert better gaul the devil, Salisbury: If thou but frown on me, or ftir thy foot, Or teach thy hafty fpleen to do me shame, Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. 6 -true defence;] Honeft defence; defence in a good caufe. 7 Do not prove me fo; 1 JOHNSON. I am Do not make me a murderer by compelling me to kill hitherto not a murderer. JOHNSON, 8 you; your toafting-iron,] The fame thought is found in K. Hen. VI dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron. It is a fimple one, but what though? it will toaft cheese.” STEEVENS. Bigot. Who kill'd this prince? Hub. 'Tis not an hour fince I left him well: Bigot. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! Pemb. There, tell the king, he may enquire us out. [Exeunt lords. Faulc. Here's a good world !-Knew you of this fair work? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou didft this deed of death, Art thou damn'd, Hubert. Hub. Do but hear me, fir. Faule. Ha! I'll tell thee what ; Thou art damn'd fo black-nay, nothing is fo black; As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. Faulc. If thou didft but confent To this moft cruel act, do but defpair, And, if thou want'ft a cord, the fmalleft thread Will ferve to ftrangle thee; a rush will be a beam 9 There is not yet &c.] I remember once to have met with a book, printed in the time of Henry VIII. (which Shakespeare poffibly might have feen) where we are told that the deformity of the condemned in the other world is exactly proportioned to the degrees of their guilt. The author of it obferves how difficult it would be, on this account, to distinguish between Belzebub and Judas Iscariot. STEEVENS. To ད To hang thee on or, would'st thou drown thyself, Enough to stifle fuch a villain up.- Hub. If I in act, confent, or fin of thought, Faulc. Go, bear him in thine arms. I am amaz'd, nethinks; and lose my way 3 The un-owed intereft] i. e. the interest which has no proper owner to claim it. STEEVENS. 2 The imminent decay of wrefted pomp.] Wrefted pomp is greatness obtained by violence. JOHNSON. 3 and cincture] The old copy reads-center, probably for ceinture. Fr. STEEVENS. ACT ACT V. V. SCENE I The court of England. Enter King John, Pandulph, and attendants. K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory. Pand. Take again [Giving up the crown. From this my hand, as holding of the pope, Your fovereign greatness and authority. K. John. Now keep your holy word go meet the And from his holiness use all your power Then paufe not; for the prefent time's fo fick, That prefent medicine must be ministred, Or overthrow incurable enfues. Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempeft up, Upon your stubborn ufage of the pope : But, fince you are a gentle convertite *, My tongue fhall hufh again this storm of war, And make fair weather in your bluftering land. Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit. a gentle convertite,] A convertite is a convert. So, in Marlow's few of Malta, 1633: "No, governour, I'll be no convertite." STEEVENS. K. John. |