Act V SCENE_III.-Another part of the field. Flow-* That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, 'K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. 'But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud, "That will encounter with our glorious sun, 'Ere he attain his easeful western bed: 'I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen. That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury; Strike up the drum; cry-Courage and away. SCENE IV.-Plains near Tewksbury. March. Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and But cheerly seek how to redress their harins. Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, * Which industry and courage might have saved? Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? 'And Montague our top-mast; What of him? Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these? "Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? 'And Somerset another goodly mast? The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? 'We will not from the helm, to sit and weep ;. * But keep our course, though the rough wind say -no, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea? What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit ? *And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock? *All these the enemies to our poor bark. * Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink: *Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, *Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. *This speak I, lords, to let you understand, In case some one of you would fly from us, (2) Unsay, deny. (1) Know. · Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, spirit For, did I but suspect a fearful man, And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.- Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet *Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath Enter a Messenger. Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, 'Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. Oxf. I thought no less it is his policy, Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not March. Enter, at a distance, King Edward, Clarence, Gloster, and forces. J 'K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the 'Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. For well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out: Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I My tears gainsay;2 for every word I speak, should say, 'Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. "Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your sovereign, 'Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent ; [Exeunt both armies. SCENE V. Another part of the same. ums; Excursions: and afterwards a Retreat. Alar Then Enter King Edward, Clarence, Gloster, and forces; with Queen Margaret, Oxford, and Somerset, prisoners. "K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' Castle straight: (3) A castle in Picardy. For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Orf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. [Exeunt Oxf. and Som. guarded. Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, •To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. *K. Edw. Is proclamation made,-that, who finds Edward, *Shall have a high reward, and he his life? * Glo. It is: and, lo, where youthful Edward comes. Enter Soldiers with Prince Edward. ◆ K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak: What! can so young a thorn begin to prick! 'Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, 'For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York? Suppose that I am now my father's mouth; Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. me here; Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd! Q. Mar. Ay, But thou usest to forswear thyself; coat, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. 'K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm2 your tongue. Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful: Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, And thou misshapen Dick,-I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are;*And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. [Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy [Glo. stabs him. agony. * Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. [Clar. stabs him. Q. Mar. O, kill me too! 'K. Edw. Hold, Richard, [Offers to kill her. hold, for we have Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with words?' 'K. Edro. What! doth she swoon? use means for her recovery. Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother: 'I'll hence to London on a serious matter: 'Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Clar. What? what? Glo. The Tower, the Tower! [Exit. 'Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy! 'Canst thou not speak?-O raitors! murderers!They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, *If this foul deed were by, to equal it. 'He was a man; this, in respect, a child; (1) The prince calls Richard, for his crookedness, Esop. (2) i. e. I will compel you to be as silent as if You were deprived of speech by enchantment. 'What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. 'K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince! [Exit, led out forcibly. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone? 'Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, And see our gentle queen how well she fares; By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-London. A room in the Tower. King Henry is discovered sitting with a book in his hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter Gloster. Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so hard? K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: My lord, I should say rather; 'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better: Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant. K. Hen. So flies the reckless' shepherd from the wolf: So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. 'K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush, And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, (3) Dispute, contention. (4) She alludes to the desertion of Clarence. (5) Careless. (6) To misdoubt is to suspect danger, to fear. Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught and Glo. Why, what a peevish' fool was that of That taught his son the office of a fowl? And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. 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'st me from the light; But I will sort a pitchy day for thee: For I will buzz abroad such prophecies, boy,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 son, are gone; 'Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest; Counting myself but bad, till I be best.'I'll throw thy body in another room, And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. SCENE VII-The same. A room in the palace. King Edward is discovered sitting on his throne; Queen Elizabeth with the infant prince, Clarence, Gloster, Hastings, and others, near him. But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? 'Glo. Think'st thou I am an executioner ? K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; If murdering innocents be executing, Why, then thou art an executioner." Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst presume, Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. 'And thus I prophesy,-that many a thousand, 'Which now mistrust no parcel2 of my fear; And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, And many an orphan's water-standing eye, Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, And orphans for their parents' timeless death,— 'Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees; The raven rook'd' her on the chimney's top, Glo. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet, in thy For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies. See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! [Exit. K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies. That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid, back: And hither have they sent it for her ransom. And now what rests, but that we spend the time matter itself will defeat the artist. Of every author's works one will be the best, and one will be the worst. The colours are not equally pleasing, nor the attitudes equally graceful, in all the pictures of Titian or Reynolds. Dissimilitude of style and heterogeneousness of sentiment, may sufficiently show that a work does not really belong to the reputed author. But in these plays no such marks of spuriousness are found. The diction, the versification, and the figures, are Shakspeare's. These plays, considered without retives in verse, are more happily conceived, and gard to characters and incidents, merely as narramore accurately finished, than those of King John, Richard II. or the tragic scenes of King Henry IV. and V. If we take these plays from Shak The three parts of King Henry VI. are suspected, by Mr. Theobald, of being suppositions, and are declared, by Dr. Warburton, to be certainly not Shakspeare's. Mr. Theobald's suspicion arises from some obsolete words; but the phraseology is like the rest of our author's style, and single words, of speare, to whom shall they be given? What au which however I do not observe more than two, can sion and fluency of numbers? thor of that age had the same easiness of expres conclude little. Of these three plays I think the second the best. Dr. Warburton gives no reason, but I suppose The truth is, that they have not sufficient variety him to judge upon deeper principles and more of action, for the incidents are too often of the same comprehensive views, and to draw his opinion from kind; yet many of the characters are well disthe general effect and spirit of the composition, criminated. King Henry, and his Queen, King which he thinks inferior to the other historical plays. Edward, the Duke of Gloucester, and the Earl of From mere inferiority nothing can be inferred; Warwick, are very strongly and distinctly painted. in the productions of wit there will be inequality. Sometimes judgment will err, and sometimes the VOL. II. 2 A JOHNSON. And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions' dangerous, SCENE I.-London. A street. Enter Gloster. By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, Gloster. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To set my brother Clarence, and the king, comes. Enter Clarence, guarded, and Brakenbury. Brother, good day: What means this armed guard That waits upon your grace? Clar. His majesty, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower. Glo. Upon what cause? Clar. Because my name is-George. Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; He should, for that, commit your godfathers:O, belike, his majesty hath some intent, That you shall be new christen'd in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for I protest, As yet I do not: But, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams; And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, And says-a wizard told him, that by G His issue disinherited should be; And, for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought, that I am he: These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Have mov'd his highness to commit me now. (3) Preparations for mischief. (4) Fancies. |