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And both prepostrous ; therefore, not good Lord.
Glo. Sir, leave us to ourselves, we must confer.

[Exit Lieutenant.
K Henry. So flies the wreakless shepherd from the wolf.
So firft the harmless flock doth yield bis fleece,
And next his throat, unto the butcher's knife.
What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? (25)

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

K. Henry. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings mif-doubteth ev'ry bull; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where

my poor young was lim’d, was caught and kill'd.
Gle. Why, what a peevith fool was that of Crete,
That taught his fon the office of a fowl ?
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd,

K. Henry. I, Dedalus ; my poor boy, Icarus ;
Thy father, Minos that deny'd our course;
The Sun, that sear’d the wings of my sweet boy,

(25) What scene of death barb Rofcius ncr to GET ?] Tho' I have not disturt'd the text here, I cannot but subjoin my friend's suspicion of it, in his own words. I believe, there never was a fillier core ruption than this reading; certainly introduced by some shallow. pated conceited fellow of the scene. For, in the first place, what fimilitude between Richard's murders, and Rofcius's scenes of death ? But what is still worse, Roscius was a Comedian, and not a Tragedian, Were a player here to be brought in by head and shoulders, it should have been Æsopus.-Roscius citatior, Ælopus gravior fuit ; quod Ille Comædias, hic Tragædias egit; says Quintilian. And to thew what kind of walk in playing Roscius 'was famous for, we seed only cite Tully, in his oration in behalf of that comedian ---Cujus perfonam præclare Rofcius in Scena tractare confuevit : neque tamen pro beneficio ei par gratia refertur. Nam Ballionem illum improbifsimum, & perjurisi. mum lenonem cum agit, agit Chæream.-(By the bye, had L'Abbe d'Aubignac remember'd this passage, he need not have made it a question in his La Practique du Theatre, whether Plautus's plays were acted after his death.) Now this being premised, I cannot but think that we ought to read;

What scene of death bath Richard now to act ? And this not only makes good sense of the line, but is infinitely more agreeable to the character of the speaker, and the circumstances he was then in.

Mr. Warburton.

Thy

Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea,
Whose envious gulph did swallow up his life.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words ;
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point,
Than can my ears that tragick history.
But wherefore doft thou come ? Is’t for my life?

Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner?

K. Henry. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
If murd’ring innocents be executing,
Why, then thou art an executioner.

Glo. Thy fon I kill'd for his presumption.

K. Henry. Hadst thou been kill’d, when first thou didit Thou had it not liv’d to kill a son of mine. (presume, And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand, Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear, And many an old man's figh, and many a widow's, And many an orphan's water-standing eye, (Men for their fons, wives for their husbands fate, And orphans for their parents timeless death) Shall rue the hour that ever thou waft born. The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; The night-crow cry'd, a boding luckless tune ; Dogs bowl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees ; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, And chattering pyes in dismal discords sung: Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ; To wit, an indigested deform'd lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To fignify thou cam'st to bite the world : And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Thou cam't into the world with thy legs forward. (26)

Glam

(26) And, if the reft be true which I bave beard, Thou cam A

| Had our editors had but a grain of sagacity, or due diligence, there could have been no room for this absurd break: since they might have ventur’d to fill it up with certainty too. The old quarto would have led them part of the way.

Thou cam'f into the world And that the verse is to be compleated in the manner I have given

it,

Glo. I'll hear no more : die prophet in thy speech ;

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

K. Henry. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this O God ! forgive my fins, and pardon thee. [Dies.

Gl.. What! will th' aspiring blood of Lancaster
Sink in the ground ? I thought it would have mounted.
See, how
my sword

weeps for the poor King's death!
O, may such purple tears be always thed,
From those who with the downfall of our house.
If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Down, down to hell, and say, I sent chee thither :

(Stabs him again.
I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of:
For I have often heard my mother say,
I came into the world with my legs forward.
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haite,
And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
The midwife wonder'd, and the women cry'd,
O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth !
And so I was ; which plainly fignify'd
That I should snarle, and bite, and play the dog:
Then, since the heav'ns have shap'd my body so,
Let hell make crook'd my mind, to answer it.
I had no father, I am like no father.
I have no brother, I am like no brother;
And this word love, which grey-beards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another,
And not in me : I am myself alone.
Clarence, beware ; thou keep'ft me from the light ;
it, is incontestible; for unless we suppose King Henry actually ree
proaches him with this his preposterous birth, how can Ricbard in
bis very next soliloquy say?

Indeed, 'tis true tbat Henry told me of,
For I have often heard my marber say,

I came into the world with my legs forward. I can easily see, that this blank was caus'd by the nicety of the players, to supprefs an indecent idea. But, with fubmiflion, this was making but half a cure, unless they had expụng’d the repetition of it out of Richard's speech too.

But

But I will fort a pitchy day for thee :
For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
That? Edward shall be fearful of his life,
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry, and the Prince, his fon, are gone ;
Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest ;
Counting myself but bad, till I be beft.
I'll throw thy body in another room ;
And triumph, Henry! in the day of doom. [Exit.

SCENE, the Palace in London.
Enter King Edward, Queen, Clarence, Glocester,

Hastings, Nurse, and Attendants.

K. Edw.

Re-purchas’d with the blood of enemies :
What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down in top of all their pride ?
Three Dukes of Somerset, three-fold renown'd
For hardy and undoubted champions :
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son ;
And two Northumberlands ; two braver men
Ne'er spurr'd their courfers at the trumpet's found.
With them the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
And made the forest tremble when they roar’d.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
And made our footstool of security.
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy :
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself
Have in our armours watch'd the winter-night;
Went all a-foot in summer's scalding heat ;
That thou might’it repoffess the crown in peace;
And of our labours thou shalt

reap
the

gain.
Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid,
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain’d so thick, to heave; Aside.
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back;
Work thou the way, and that shall execute.
K. Edw. Clarence and Glofter, love my lovely Queens

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And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

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

Queen. Thanks, noble Clarence ; worthy brother, (27)
Glo. And that I love the tree, from whence thou

sprang'it,
Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
To say the truth, so Judas kis)'d his master ;
And cry'd, all hail! when as he meant all harm.

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

Clar. What will your Grace have done with Margaret?
Reignier her father to the King of France
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem;
And hither have they sent it for her ransom.

K.Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to France.
And now what rests but that we spend the time
With stately triumphs, mirthful comick shows,
Such as befit the pleasure of the court ?
Sound, drums and trumpets ; farewel, sow's annoy !
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [Exeunt omnes.

(27) Tbanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.] This line, ever since the first edition by the players, has been given to King Edward ; but I have, with the old quarto, restored it to the Queen, from whom it comes with much more propriety,

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