So underneath the belly of their steeds, That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood, The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.' War. Then let the earth be drunken with our blood: I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly." * Why stand we like soft-hearted women here, * Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors? ⚫ I'll never pause again, never stand still, Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine, Edw. O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine; Beseeching thee,—if with thy will it stands, Now, lords, take leave until we meet again, Where'er it be, in heaven, or on earth. Rich. Brother, give me thy hand;-and, gentle Let me embrace thee in my weary arms : I, that did never weep, now melt with woe, That winter should cut off our spring-time so. [Warwick, War. Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, fare well. Geo. Yet let us all together to our troops, And give them leave to fly that will not stay; And call them pillars, that will stand to us; And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards 1 The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.] The brother here mentioned is no person in the drama, and his death is only an accidental piece of history. Consulting the Chronicles upon this action at Ferrybridge, I find him to have been a natural son of Salisbury, (in that respect a brother to Warwick), and esteemed a valiant young gentleman.-THEOBALD. m I'll kill my horse, &c.] This circumstance occurred at the battle of Ferrybridge, the day before the battle of Towton. And look upon,] And are mere spectators.-MALONE. 'As victors wear at the Olympian games: * This may plant courage in their quailing breasts; *For yet is hope of life, and victory. * Fore-slow no longer, make we hence amain. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. Another Part of the Field Excursions, Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD. 'Rich. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone : Suppose, this arm is for the duke of York, And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge, • Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall. Clif. Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone : This is the hand, that stabb'd thy father York; And this the hand, that slew thy brother Rutland; And here's the heart, that triumphs in their death, And cheers these hands, that slew thy sire and brother, To execute the like upon thyself; And so, have at thee. [They fight. WARWICK enters; CLIFFORD flies. Rich. Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase; For I myself will hunt this wolf to death. SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter King HENRY. [Exeunt. * K. Hen. This battle fares like to the morning's war, * When dying clouds contend with growing light; * What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, * Can neither call it perfect day, nor night. Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea, Forc'd by the tide to combat with the wind; Now sways it that way, like the self-same sea quailing-] i. e. Sinking into dejection. Fore-stow-] i. e. Slacken or delay. • Forc❜d to retire by fury of the wind: Sometime, the flood prevails; and then, the wind: Now, one the better; then, another, best; Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast, So is the equal poise of this fell war. ''Would I were dead! if God's good will were so : *To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, * So many days my ewes have been with young; years, * So minutes, hours, days weeks, months, and *To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, amethinks it were a happy life,] This speech is mournful and soft, exquisitely suited to the character of the king, and makes a pleasing interchange, by affording, amidst the tumult and horror of the battle, an unexpected glimpse of rural innocence and pastoral tranquillity.—JOHNSON. * Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy * To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? * And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, * His viands sparkling in a golden cup. His body couched in a curious bed, *When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him. Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his Father, dragging in the dead Body. Son. Ill blows the wind, that profits nobody.This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight, May be possessed with some store of crowns: * And I, that hapły take them from him now, * May yet ere night yield both my life and them *To some man else, as this dead man doth me. Who's this?-O God! it is my father's face, • Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity,- Enter a Son, &c.] These two horrible incidents are selected to show the innumerable calamities of civil war.-JOHNSON. In the battle of Constantine and Maxentius, by Raphael, the second of these incidents is introduced on a similar occasion.-STEEVENS. * And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war, * Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharg'd with grief.' Enter a Father who has killed his Son, bearing the Body in his Arms. Fath. Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me, 'Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold; For I have bought it with an hundred blows.'But let me see :-is this our foeman's face? Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!- * Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee, * Throw up thine eye; see, see, what showers arise, • What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly, This deadly quarrel, daily doth beget!"O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon, 'And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!" K. Hen. Woe above woe! grief more than common grief! O, that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! * O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!— The red rose and the white are on his face, The fatal colours of our striving houšes : * The one, his purple blood right well resembles; - And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war, Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharg'd with grief.] The meaning is here inaccurately expressed. The king intends to say that the state of their hearts and eyes shall be like that of the kingdom in a civil war, all shall be destroyed by power formed within themselves.-JOHNSON. t stratagems,] The word is used by Shakspeare not merely to express the events and surprises of war. The word means in this place some dreadful events.-M. MASON. "O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon, And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!] Had he been born later, he would not have been of years to engage in this quarrel. And hath bereft thee of thy life too late! because he should have done it by not bringing thee into being, to make both father and son thus miserable.-WARBURTON. |