Which fhew like grief itself, but are not fo: Or if it be, 'tis with false forrow's eye, Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary. Like perspectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon, Diftinguish form: This is a fine fimilitude, and the thing meant is this; amongst mathematical recreations, there is one in optics, in which a figure is drawn, wherein all the rules of perspective are inverted: fo that, if held in the fame pofition with those pictures which are drawn according to the rules of perspective, it can prefent nothing but confufion and to be feen in form, and under a regular appearance, it must be looked upon from a contrary station; or, as Shakespeare fays, ey'd awry. WARBURTON. : " Like perspectives, &c.] Dr. Plot's Hiftory of Staffordshire, p. 391, explains this perspective or odd kind of pictures upon an indented board, which if beheld directly, you only perceive a confufed piece of work; but if obliquely, you fee the intended perfon's picture, which, he was told, was made thus. The board being indented [or furrowed with a plough-plane] the print or painting was cut into parallel pieces equal to the depth and number of the indentures on the board, and they were pafted on the flats that strike the eye beholding it obliquely; fo that the edges of the parallel pieces of the print or painting exactly joining on the edges of the indentures, the work was done." ToLLET. As, As, though, in thinking, on no thought I think, Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Busby. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady. Queen. 'Tis nothing lefs: conceit is still deriv'd From fome fore-father grief; mine is not fo; 3 For nothing hath begot my fomething grief; Or fomething hath, the nothing that I grieve: + 'Tis in reverfion that I do poffefs; 2 But As, though, on thinking, on no thought I think,] We should read: As though in thinking; that is, though mufing I have no diftinct idea of calamity. The involuntary and unaccountable depreffion of the mind, which every one has fome time felt, is here very forcibly deferibed. JOHNSON. 3 For nothing hath begot my fomething grief; Or fomething bath, the nothing that I grieve:] With thefe lines I know not well what can be done. The queen's reafoning, as it now ftands, is this: my trouble is not conceit, for conceit is fill derived from fome antecedent caufe, Jome fore-father grief; but with me the cafe is, that either my real grief hath no real caufe, or fome real cause has produced a fancied grief. That is, my grief is not conceit, because it either has not a caufe like conceit, or it has a caufe like conceit. This can hardly stand. Let us try again, and read thus : For nothing hath begot my fomething grief; Not fomething hath the nothing which I grieve: That is; my grief is not conceit; conceit is an imaginary uneafinefs from fome paft occurrence. But, on the contrary, here is real grief without a real caufe; not a real caufe with a fanciful forrow. This, I think, must be the meaning; harsh at the best, yet better than contradiction or abfurdity. JOHNSON. 4 'Tis in reverfion that I do poffefs; But what it is, that is not yet known; &c.] I am about to propofe an interpretation which many will think harfh, and which I do not offer for certain. To poffefs a man, is, in Shakespeare, to inform him fully, to make him comprehend. To be poffeffed, is, to be fully informed. Of this fenfe the examples are numerous; "I have poffeft him my most stay can be but short." Meafure for Measure. "He is poffeft what fum you need." Merchant of Venice. I therefore imagine the queen fays thus: 'Tis in reverfion-that I do poffefs. · The event is yet in futurity that I know with full conviction But what it is, that is not yet known; what Enter Green. Green. Heaven fave your majefty!—and well met, gentlemen: I hope, the king is not yet fhip'd for Ireland. And driven into defpair an enemy's hope, Queen. Now God in heaven forbid! Green. O, madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse, The lord Northumberland, his young fon Henry Percy, The lords of Rofs, Beaumond, and Willoughby, And the rest of the revolted faction, traitors? Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife of my woe, but what it is, that is not yet known. In any other interpretation fhe muft fay that be poffeffes what is not yet come, which, though it may be allowed to be poetical and figurative language, is yet, I think, lefs natural than my explanation. JOHNSON. 5might have retir'd his power,] Might have drawn it back. A French fenfe. JOHNSON. And And Bolingbroke my forrow's difmal heir: Queen. Who fhall hinder me? Enter York. Green. Here comes the duke of York. Uncle, for heaven's fake, speak comfortable words. Whilft others come to make him lofe at home: Who, weak with age, cannot fupport myself:: Enter a Servant. Ser. My lord, your fon was gone before I came. York. He was -Why, fo!-go all which way it will!. The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, my forrow's difmal heir:] The author feems to have used heir in an improper fenfe, an heir being one that inherits by fucceffion, is here put for one that fucceeds, though he fucceeds but in order of time, not in order of defcent. JOHNSON. 7 Should I do fo, I should bely my thoughts:] This line is found in three of the quartos, but is wanting in the folio. STEEvens. And And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's fide.- Get thee to Plashy, to my fifter Glofter; Bid her fend me presently a thousand pound :- Ser. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship: York. What is it, knave? Ser. An hour before I came, the dutchess dy❜d. York. Heaven for his mercy! what a tide of woes Comes rufhing on this woeful land at once! I know not what to do:-I would to heaven, me. Go, fellow, get thee home, provide fome carts, [To the fervant. And bring away the armour that is there. Gentlemen, will you go mufter men? if I know How, or which way, to order these affairs, Thus diforderly thruft into my hands, Never believe me. Both are my kinfmen;The one's my fovereign, whom both my oath And duty bids defend; the other again, Is my kinfman, whom the king hath wrong'd Whom confcience and my kindred bids to right. Well, fomewhat we must do.-Come, coufin, I'll Get thee to Play, -] The lordship of Plashy was a town of the dutchess of Gloiter's in Effex. See Hall's Chronicle, p. 13. THEOBALD. -untruth-] That is, disloyalty, treachery. JOHNSON. Come, fifter, coufin, I would fay;] This is one of Shakefpeare's touches of nature. York is talking to the queen his coufin, but the recent death of his fifter is uppermost in his mind. STEEVENS. VOL. V. N Dif |