Not fick, although I have to do with Death; The daintieft laft, to make the end moft fweet: Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up To reach at Victory above my head, Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; [fperous! Gaunt. Heav'n in thy good Caufe make thee pro Be fwift like Lightning in the execution, Rouze up thy youthful blood, be brave, and live. Boling. Mine innocence, God and St. George to thrive! Mowb. However heav'n or fortune caft my lot, There lives, or dies, true to King Richard's Throne, A loyal, juft and upright Gentleman. Never did Captive with a freer heart Cad off his chains of bandage, and embrace His golden uncoutroul'd enfranchifement, More than my dancing foul doth celebrate This Feaft of battle, with mine adversary. Moft mighty Liege, and my companion Peers, Take from my mouth the wifh of happy years; As gentle and as jocund, as to jest ', Go I to fight: Truth hath a quiet breaft. K. Rich. Farewel, my lord; fecurely I efpy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. Order the tryal, Marshal, and begin. Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Receive thy Lance; and heav'n defend thy Right! Boling. Strong as a tower in hope, I cry Amen. Mar. Go bear this Lance to Thomas Duke of Norfolk. 1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby. Stands here for God, his Sovereign, and Himself, On pain to be found falfe and recreant, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, A traitor to his God, his King, and him; And dares him to fet forward to the fight. 2 Her. Here ftandeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found falfe and recreant, Attending but the Signal to begin. [A Charge founded. batants. -But ftay, the King hath thrown his warder down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their fpears, And Both return back to their chairs again. Draw near; [A long Flourish; after which, the King Speaks to the Combatants.. And lift, what with our Council we have done. fubftitutes, but the rhyme, to which fenfe is too often enflaved, obliged Shakespeare to write jeft, and obliges us to read it. And, And, for our eyes do hate the dire aspect To wake our Peace 3, which in our country's cradle 2 And for we think, the eaglewinged pride, &c.] Thefe five verles are omitted in the other editions, and restored from the first of 1598. POPE. 3 To wake our Peace, which thus rouz'd upMight fright fair Peace,] Thus the fentence ftands in the common reading, abfurdly enough: which made the Oxford Editor, instead of, fright fair Peace, read, be affrighted; as if thefe latter words could ever, poffibly, have been blundered into the former by tranfcribers. But his bufinefs is to alter as his fancy leads him, not to reform errors, as the text and rules of criticism direct. In a word, then, the true original of the blunder was this: The Editors, before Mr. Pope, had taken their Editions from the Folios, in which the text flood thus, the dire afpect Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour fwords; Which thus rouz'd up, fright fair Peace, This is fenfe. But Mr. Pope, who carefully examined the firft printed plays in Quarto (very much to the advantage of his VOL. IV. Edition) coming to this place, found five lines, in the firft Edition of this play printed in 1598, omitted in the first general collection of the poet's works; and not enough attending to their agreement with the common text, put them into their place. Whereas, in truth, the five lines were omitted by Shakespeare himself, as not agreeing to the rest of the context; which, on revise, he thought fit to alter. On this account I have put them into hooks, not as fpurious, but as rejected on the author's revife; and, indecd, with great judgment; for, To wake our Peace, which in our country's cradle Might from our quiet Confines fright fair Peace, Till twice five Summers have enrich'd our fields, But tread the stranger paths of Banishment. Boling. Your will be done. This muft my comfort be, That Sun, that warms you here, fhall fhine on me: And thofe his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my Banishment. K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier Doom, Which I with fome unwillingness pronounce. The fly-flow hours fhall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile: The hopeless word, of never to return, Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. Morub. A heavy Sentence, my moft fovereign Liege, That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Is made my Goaler to attend on me. • A dearer merit, not so deep a I wish some copy would exhibit, A dearer mede, and not so deep a maim. To deferve a mede or reward, is regular and easy. I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, What is thy Sentence then, but fpeechlefs death, Mowb. Then thus I turn me from my Country's light, To dwell in folemn fhades of endless night. K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with You never fhall, fo help you truth, and heav'n! Nor ever look upon each other's face, This low'ring tempest of your home-bred hate; To plot, contrive, or complot any Ill, 'Gainft us, our State, our Subjects, or our Land. Boling. I fwear. ye. Mowb. And I, to keep all this. Boling. Norfolk,-fo far, as to mine enemy—— By this time, had the King permitted us, One of our fouls had wandred in the air, Banish'd this frail fepulchre of our flesh, s Compaffionate, for plaintive. WARBURTON. 6 (Our part, &c.] It is a queftion much debated amongst the writers of the Law of Nations, whether a banish'd man be ftill tied in allegiance to the ftate which fent him into exile. Tully and Lord Chancellor Clarendon declare for the affirmative: Hobbs and Puffendorf hold the negative. Our author, by this line, feems to be of the fame opinion. WARB. Norfolk,-fo far, &c.] I do not clearly see what is the fenfe of this abrupt line, but fuppofe the meaning to be this. Hereford, immediately after his oath of perpetual enmity addreffes Norfolk, and, fearing fome mifconftruction, turns to the king and fays-fo far as to mine enemy - that is, I fhould say nothing to him but what enemies may say to each other. |