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The Third Part of HENRY VI.

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ACT I. SCENE IV.

Vill. Look but on this,

The tranfports of a Crown.

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but think

-D How feet a thing it is to wear a crown;

Within whofe circuit is Elyfium,
And all that poets feign of blifs and joy.

SCENE

(1) Do but, &c.] In the Second part of Henry IV. (p. 21.) we have some fine reflections on the miferies that attend a crown: thefe, on the transports it beftows, are beautifully in character, and come very aptly from the mouth of the ambitious Gloucefter. In the Double Marriage of Beaumont and Fletcher, Ferrand the tyrant, complaining of the miferies that attend royalty, a courtier longing to enjoy the honour, is put into poffeffion of them for one day, and finds them fufficiently burthenfome. See the third act. Some of the tyrant's complaints, and the courtiers' praises of royalty, are the following:

I faint beneath the burden of my cares,
And yield myself moft wretched.

Has not a man that has but means to keep

A hawk,

SCENE V. A hungry Lion.

So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
That trembles under his devouring paws;
And fo he walks infulting o'er his prey,
And fo he comes to rend his limbs afunder.

A hawk, a grey-hound, and a hunting nag,
More pleasure than this king?

Safr. A dull fool still:

Make me a king, and let me fcratch with care,
And fee who'll have the better: give me rule,
Command, obedience, pleasure of a king,
And let the devil roar; the greatest corrofive
A king can have, is of mere precious tickling,
And handled to the height more dear delight
Than other mens whole lives, let them be safe too.
Thou enemy to majesty,

What think'st thou of a king?

Vill. As of a man,

That hath power to do all ill.

Caftr. Or a thing rather

That does divide an empire with the gods;
Obferve but with how little breath he shakes
A populous city, which would stand unmov'd
Against a whirlwind!

For me, I do profess it,
Were I offer'd to be any thing on earth,
I would be mighty Ferrand-

Ferr. Did'st thou but feel

SCENE

The weighty forrows that fit on a crown,

Tho' thou fhouldft find one in the ftreets, Caftruccios
Thou wouldst not think it worth the taking up :
But fince thou art enamour'd of my fortune,
Thou shalt ere long taste it.

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SCENE VI. The Duke of York on the gallant -Behaviour of his Sons.

My fons, God knows, what hath bechanced them: But this I know, they have demean'd themselves Like men born to renown, by life or death. Three times did Richard make a lane to me, And thrice cry'd, courage, father! fight it out: And full as oft came Edward to my fide, With purple falchion painted to the hilt In blood of those that had encounter'd him: And when the hardieft warriors did retire; Richard cry'd charge! and give no foot of ground; And cry'd a crown, or else a glorious tomb, A fceptre, or an earthly fepulchre. With this we charg'd again; but out, alas! We bodg'd again; as I have seen a fwan With bootlefs labour swim against the tide, And spend her strength with over-matching waves.

A Father's Paffion on the Murder of a favourite

Child.

Oh tyger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!
How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
And yet be feen to wear a woman's face?
Women are foft, mild, pitiful and flexible;
Thou ftern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorfelefs.

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That face of his the hungry cannibals

(2) Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd

with blood:

But

(2) Would not, &c.] The firft folios and the old quarto read his paffage as it is here printed; the fecond folio reads,

-Wou'd

But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
Oh ten times more, than tygrs of Hyrcania.
See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
This cloth thou dipp'dft in blood of my sweet boy,
And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
And if thou tell'ft the heavy story right,
Upon my foul, the hearers will fhed tears,
Yea, even my foes will shed fast falling tears,
And say, “alas, it was a piteous deed !”

ACT II. SCENE I.

The Duke of York in Battle.

Methought, he bore him in the thickest troop,
(3) As doth a lion in a herd of neat ;
Or as a bear encompafs'd round with dogs,
Who having pinch'd a few, and made them cry,
The reft ftand all aloof and bark at him.

-Wou'd not have touch'd,

Wou'd not have stain'd the roses just with blood.

The

Which Mr. Theobald, for the fake of an alteration of his own, prefers to this, for which we have fo good authority. He reads,

Wou'd not have flain'd the roses juic'd with blood;

Sir T. Hanmer, not pleased with this criticism, tries another caft, and gives us

The rofes juft in bud.

(3) As, &c.] The poets abound with numberlefs fimiles of this kind; particularly Homer and Virgil: but none perhaps is finer than the following from that book, where every page abounds with beauties, and true fublimity. Ifaiah xxxi. 4. "Like as the lion, and the young lion roaring on his prey; when a multitude of fhepherds is called forth against him, he will not be afraid of their voice for abase himself for the noise - of them."

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The Morning.

See how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewel of the glorious fun!
(4) How well refembles it the prime of youth,
Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!

SCENE VI. The Morning's Dawn.

(5) This battle fares like to the morning's war,
When dying clouds contend with growing light;
What time the fhepherd, blowing of his nails,
Can neither call it perfect day or night.

The Bleffings of a Shepherd's Life.

(6) O God! methinks, it were a happy life To be no better than a homely fwain ;

To

(4) How, &c.] There is fomething very peculiar in this paffage, The prime of youth and like a younker, seeming nearly the fame thing; but it is extremely beautiful, the author perfonifies the prime of youth, and defcribes him as an allegorical perfon, trimm'd like a younker, which with us fignifies a brifk, lively young man; but more properly perhaps from its original, a nobleman, or young lord. See Skinner. The plain manner of understanding it is difficult, and the conftruction very involv'd, however it feems no more than this, "how well resembles it, a younker trimm'd out in the prime of youth, prancing to his love."

(5) This, &c.] The expreffion of blowing his nails is peculiarly natural and beautiful; the reader may remember that Shakespear ufes it in the pretty fong at the end of Love's Labour Loft.

And Dick the fhepherd blows his nail.

(6) O God, &c.] There is fomething very pleafing and natural in this paffage; it is a good deal in the manner of Virgil, who fpeaks highly of a rural life in his fecond Georgic, which the reader will be much delighted with, if he compares it with our author, and no lefs with Horace's fecond Epode exprefsly on this fubject! these are in almost every body's hands; lefs

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