(4) Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; If this fame were a church-yard where we stand, And thou poffeffed with a thousand Or if that furly fpirit Melancholy wrongs; Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy-thick, eye K. John. Do not I know, thou would'ft? And, wherefoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, Hub. And I'll keep him fo, That he fhall not offend your Majefty. K. John. Death. Hub. My Lord? K. John. A grave. (4) Sound ON unto the drowfie race of night;] We should read, Sound ONE WARBURTON. I fhould fuppofe found on (which is the reading of the folio) to be right. The meaning feems to be this; if the midnight bell, by repeated frokes, was to baften orvay the race of beings that are busy at that bour, or quicken night itself in its progrefs, the morning bell (that is the bell that strikes one) could never properly be made the agent, for the bell has ceafed to be in the fervice of night when it proclaims the arrival of day. Sound on has a peculiar propriety, because by the repetition of the ftrokes at twelve, it gives a much more forcible warning than when it only ftrikes one. Mr. STEEVENS. Hub. Doth want example; who hath read, or heard, K. Philip. Well could I bear that England had this praife, Look, who comes here? a grave unto a foul, I pr'ythee, lady, go away with me. Conft. Lo, now, now fee the iffue of your peace. Conft. No, I defy all counfel, and redress, K. Philip. O fair affliction, peace. Conft. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry; Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not forrow. I tear is mine: I am not mad; this hair I tea (7) Modern invocation.] It is hard to fay what Shakespeare means by modern: it is not oppofed to ancient. In All's well that ends well, fpeaking of a girl in contempt, he uses this word ber modern grace. It apparently means fomething flight and inconfiderable. The Revifal thinks it evident that for modern invocation fhould be read mother's invocation. I think modern is ufed as it is here in other paffages of Shakespeare, My And chase the native beauty from his cheek; As dim and meagre as an ague's fit; When I fhall meet him in the court of heav'n Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. K. Philip. You are as fond of grief, as of your child. Conf. Grief fills the room up of my abfent child; Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts; Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reafon to be fond of grief. Fare you well; (9) had you fuch a lofs as I, I could give better comfort than you do. I will not keep this form upon my head, nes [Tearing off ber bead cloaths. When there is fuch diforder in my wit: O Lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair fon! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! My widow-comfort, and my forrow's cure! [Exit. K. Philip. I fear fome outrage, and I'll follow her. [Exit. SCENE VII. Lewis. (1) There's nothing in this world can make me joy; Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. A bitter fhame hath spoilt the sweet world's tafte, 11 (9)- bad you fuch a lofs as 1, I could give better comfort ~] This is a fentiment which great forrow always dictates. Whoever cannot help himself cafts his eyes on others for affistance, and often mistakes their inability for coldnefs. (1) There's nothing in this, &c.] The young Prince feels his de feat with more fenfibility than his father. Shame operates molt ftrongly in the earlier years; and when can difgrace be lefs welcome than when a man is going to his bride? Pand |