Nor fet no footing on this unkind fhore. What did I then? but curft the gentle gufts, Yet Eolus would not be a murderer; But left that hateful office unto thee. The pretty vaulting fea refus'd to drown me, As far as I could ken the chalky cliffs, A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, For loofing ken of Albion's wifhed Coast. To fit and witch me, as Afcanias did, When he to madding Dido would unfold For Henry weeps, that thou doft live fo long. Noife within. Enter Warwick, Salisbury, and many War. It is reported, mighty Sovereign, K. Henry. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true; • To fit and watch me, as Afca- ́tory. Again, how did the fup nius did, When be to madding Dido would unfold His Father's Acts, commenc'd in burning Troy ;] The Poet here is unquestionably alluding to Virgil. (Eneid. I.) but he ftrangely blends Fact with Fiction. In the firft Place, it was Cupid, in the Semblance of Af canius, who fat in Dido's Lap, And was fondled by her. But then it was not Cupid, who related to her the Process of Troy's deftruction, but it was Eneas himself who related this Hif pofed Afcanius fit and watch To fit and witch me,— THEOBALD. *Not Henry.] The poet commonly uses Henry as a word of three fyllables. War. War. That I fhall do, my Liege.-Stay, Salisbury, With the rude multitude, till I return. [Warwick goes in. K. Henry. O thou, that judgeft all things, ftay my thoughts, My thoughts, that labour to perfuade my foul, [Bed with Glo'fter's body put forth. And to farvey his dead and earthly image, What were it, but to make my forrow greater? War. Come hither, gracious Sovereign, view this body. K. Henry. That is to fee how deep my grave is made, For, with his foul fled all my worldly folace; For feeing him, I fee my life in death. War. As furely as my foul intends to live I do believe, that violent hands were laid Suf. A dreadful oath, fworn with a folemn tongue! What inftance gives Lord Warwick for his vow? 7 For feeing bim, 1 fee my life in death.] Though, by a violent operation, fome fenfe may be extracted from this reading, yet I think it will be better to change it thus ; For feeing him, I fee my death in life. That is, feeing him I live too fee Come hither, gracious Sove- War. War. See, how the blood is fettled in his face. 3 Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost, Of ashy femblance, meager, pale, and bloodlefs; But feek, his face is black and full of blood; It cannot be, but he was murder'd here ; Suf. Why, Warwick, who fhould do the Duke to death? Myfelf and Beauford had him in protection; War. But both of you have vow'd Duke Humphry's death, "And, you, forfooth, had the good Duke to keep. 3 Oft have I feen a timely parted ghost, Of afby femblance, meager, pale, and bloodlefs.] All that is true of the body of a dead man is here faid by Warwick of the foul. I would read, parted could not be used of the body, but that, as in Hamlet there is mention of peace-parted fouls, so here timely-parted must have the fame fubftantive. He removed one imaginary difficulty and made many real. If the foul is Oft have I feen a timely parted parted from the body, the body is coarse, But of too common words how or why was one changed for the other? I believe the tranfcriber thought that the epithet, timely likewife parted from the foul. I cannot but stop a moment to obferve that this horrible defcription is fcarcely the work of any pen but Shakespeare's. 'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend; And 'tis well feen, he found an enemy. 2. Mar. Then you, belike, fupect thefe noblemen, As guilty of Duke Humphry's timeless death. War. Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh, And fees faft by a Butcher with an ax, But will fufpect, 'twas he that made the flaughter? 2. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk ? where's your knife? Is Beauford term'd a kite? where are his talons? War. What dares not Warwick, if falfe Suffolk dare him? Q Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. War. Madam, be ftill. With rev'rence may I fay; For ev'ry word, you speak in his behalf, Is flander to your royal Dignity. Suf. Blunt-witted Lord, ignoble in demeanour, If ever lady wrong'd her Lord fo much, Thy mother took into her blameful bed Was graft with crab-tree flipt, whose fruit thou art; War. But that the gilt of murder buckler's thee, And I fhould rob the death's man of his fee, Quitting thee thereby of ten thoufand fhames, And that my fovereign's prefence makes me mild, VOL. V. F I would, |