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That which his ancestors achiev'd with blows :
farm. Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken
North. Reproach, and dissolution, hangeth over
Ross. We see the very wreck that we must suffer;
death, I spy life peering ; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is. Willo. Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou
dost ours. Ross. Be confident to speak, Northumberland: We three are but thyself; and, speaking so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore, be bold. North. Then thus:- I have from Port le Blanc, a
bay In Britanny, receiv'd intelligence,
8 And yet we strike not,) To strike the sails, is, to contract them when there is too much wind.
' — but securely perish.] We perish with too great confidence in our security.
· And unavoided -] For unavoidable.
That Harry Hereford, Reignold lord Cobham,
[The son of Richard Earl of Arundel,]
That late broke from the duke of Exeter,] I suspect that some of these lines are transposed, as well as that the poet has made a blunder in his enumeration of persons. No copy that I have seen, will authorize me to make an alteration, though according to Holinshed, whom Shakspeare followed in great measure, more than one is necessary. STEEVENS.
For the insertion of the line included within crotchets, Mr. Malone is answerable; it not being found in the old copies.
3 - archbishop late of Canterbury,] Thomas Arundel, Archbishop of Canterbury, brother to the Earl of Arundel who was beheaded in this reign, had been banished by the parliament, and afterwards deprived by the Pope of his see, at the request of the King; whence he is here called, late of Canterbury.
Imp out —] As this expression frequently occurs in our author, it may not be amiss to explain the original meaning of it. When the wing-feathers of a hawk were dropped, or forced out by any accident, it was usual to supply as many as were deficient. This operation was called, to imp a hawk.
s gilt,] i, e. gilding; superficial display of gold.
Ross. To horse, to horse! urge doubts to them
that fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.
Enter Queen, Bushy, and Bagot. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad: You promis’d, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness, And entertain a cheerful disposition. Queen. To please the king, I did; to please my
Like pérspectives, &c.) The perspectives here mentioned, were not pictures, but round crystal glasses, the convex surface of which was cut into faces, like those of the rose-diamond; the concave left uniformly smooth. These crystals—which were sometimes mounted on tortoise-shell box-lids, and sometimes fixed into ivory cases—if placed as here represented, would exhibit the dif
Show nothing but confusion; ey'd awry,
not seen: Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary.
Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward soul Persuades me, it is otherwise: Howe'er it be, I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad, As,—though, in thinking, on no thought I think,Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious
lady. Queen. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived From some fore-father grief; mine is not so; For nothing hath begot my something grief; Or something hath the nothing that I grieve: 'Tis in reversion that I do
possess; But what it is, that is not yet known; what I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.
Green. God save your majesty!-and well met,
gentlemen, I hope, the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.
Queen. Why hop'st thou so? 'tis better hope, Green. That he, our hope, might have retir'd
For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope; Then wherefore dost thou hope, he is not shipp'd ? ferent appearances described by the poet. The word shadows is here used, in opposition to substance, for reflected images, and not as the dark forms of bodies, occasioned by their interception of the light that falls upon them. Henley.
Queen. Now God in heaven forbid!
worse, The lord Northumberland, his young son Henry
Percy, The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their powerful friends, are fled to him. Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northum
berland, And all the rest of the revolting faction Traitors ?
Green. We have: whereon the earl of Worcester
Bushy. Despair not, madam.
Who shall hinder me?
might have retir'd his power,] Might have drawn it back. A French sense.