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The gum down-roping from their p le dead eyes si safi
And in their pale dull mouths the (11) jymold bit
Lies foul with chaw'd grass, full and motionless:
And their executors, the knavilh crows,
Fly o'er them, all impatient for their hour.
SCENE X. K. Henry's Speech before the Battle,
He that out-lives this day, and comes safe home,
Will itand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d:
And rouze him at the name of Crispian :
He that out-lives this day, and sees old age,,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbour,
And say, to-moriow is faint Crispian :
Then will he strip his sleeve, and thew his scars:
Old men forget ; yet shall not all forget,
But they'll remember, with aţvantages,
What feats they did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouth as houshold' words,
Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,
Warwick, and Talbot, Salisbury, and Glo'iter,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembred.
Seene XII. Description of the Earl of York's
He smil'd me in the face, gave me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, fays, dear my lord,
Commend. (11) Jymold) Jymold, or rather gimma'd, which fignifies a.ring of two rounds, Gemeiius, Skinner. Mr. Pope.
* He smil'd, &c This tender and pathetic description of the earl cf Tork's death always reminds me of Virgil s celebrated episude on the friendship of Nisus and Euryalus, who fell undivided in death, and lovely as they had lived---Euryalus was wounded when his fiiend rush' to his affistance, and beeg'd his life; the poet
• In vain he spoke, for ah, the sword address
With ruthless rage, bad pierc'd bis lovely breaft,
Comnend my service to my sovereign ;
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm, and kiss’d his lips ;
And so espous'd to death; with blood he feald
A teftament of noble-ending love.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
'Those waters from me, which I would have stop'd;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine
eyes, And gave me up to tears.
А сту. SCENE III.
The Miseries of War.
112) Her vine, the merry chearer of the heart,
Unpruned lies : her hedges even pleach'd,
With blood his snowy limbs are purpled o'er,
And pale in death he welters in his gore,
As a gay flower with blooming beauties crown'd,
Cat by the share, lies languid on the ground :
Qr some tall poppy, that o'er-charg'd with rain
Bends the faint head, and finks upon the plain :
So fair, so languishingly sweet he lies,
His head declin'd, and drooping, as he dies.
Now ’midst the foe, distracted Nisus flew :
Volscens, and him alone, he keeps in view :
The gathering train, the furious youth surround,
Darts follow darts; and wound succeeds to wound:
All, all unfelt : he seeks their guilty lord,
In fiery circles, fies his thundering sword :
Nor ceas'd, but found at length the destin'd way,
And buricd in his mouth the faulchion lay.
Thus cover'd o'er with wounds an every side,
Brave Nisus sew the murtherer as he died ;
Then on the dear Euryalus his breast
Sunk down, and Number'd in eternal reft.
See Pitt, Ænigi.
(12) Her, &c.] This is from the pfalms, Wine that maketh glad:
the beart of man, pf. 104. 15. The word lies in the text is an
emendation of Mr. Warburton's : the old reading is dics : in con-
firmation of it, it may be observed, the author speaks all through
of the bufandry corrupting in its own fertility, as he says: the
vine unpruned, grows wild and unfruitful; the hedges unpleached,,
Like prisoners, wildly over-grown with hair,
Put forth disorder'd twigs : her fallow leaš **
The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory,
Doth root upon ; while that the culter sufts,
That should deracinate such savagery :
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, barnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rarik,
Conceives by idleness; and nothing teems,
But hateful docks, rough thisles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility :
And all our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
Defective in their natures, grow to wildness.
put forth disorder'd twigs; the fallow leas are over-run with weeds, darnel, &e and so every thing, vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, defective in their natures, grow to wildness : defective in their own particular natures. “Sua deficiuntur natura ; (fays Mr. Upton, in the preface to his Observations, &c. p. 41.) they were not defective in their crescive nature, for they grew to wild. ness: but were defective in their proper and favourable natures, which was to bring forth food for man.'
* The First Part of Henry VI.
ACT I. SCENE VI.
(1) LORY is like a circle in the water ;
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought,
ACT V. SCENE VIII,
For marriage is a matter of more worth,
Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
An age of Discord and continual strife ?
Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss,
And is a pattern of celestial peace.
* It is not the business or intention of this work to enter into a confideration of the genuineness of some of those compofitions, which are generally received as Shakespear's, tho' disputed, and I think, we may add juftly, by the criticks. Among the rest none appear less worthy of our inimitable author, than the three following ; some fine strokes in them sufficiently aflure us Sbake. Spear lent a hand ; that he composed the whole, I can by no means persuade myself ; however, I leave it to the discussion of others, and only beg leave to observe, there are, beside the few palfages I have selected, many fingle lines, which I could not well produce as beauties separately considered, that merit obfervation.
(1) Glory, &c.] Beaumont and Fletcher in their Bioody Brotber, use this fine fimile, though on another subject, with equal beautya
The jars of brothers, two such mighty ones,
Is like a small stone thrown into a river,
The breach scarce heard, but view the beaten current,
And you shall see a thousand angry rings,
Rise in his face, ftill swelling, and still growing ;
So jars distrusts encircle, distrusts dangers,
And dangers death, the greatest extreme follows,
Till nothing bound them but the shoar, their graves.
AEt 2. S. r.
The Second Part of Henry VI.
A resolu'd ambitious Woman.
(1) OLLOW I must, I cannot go before, While Glo'ster bears this base and humble
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I wou'd remove these tedious stumbling-blocks ;
And smooth my way upon their headless necks.
And being a woman, I will not be Nack
To play my part in fortune's pageant.
The Lord' ever to be remember'd.
Let never day or night unhallow'd pass, Bur ftill remember what the Lord hath done..
Scene VII. Eleanor to the Duke of Glo'ster,
when doing Penance.
For whilft I think I am thy married wife 3;
And thou a prince, protector of this land
Methinks, I should not thus be led along,
(1) Follow, &c ] There is something very like the character of lady Macbeth, in this ambitious wife of the duke of Glofter.