Than where Castles mounted stand.

Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Boling. Defcend to darkness, and the burning lake Falfe fiend, avoid!

[Thunder and Lightning. Spirit defcends.

Enter the Duke of York, and the Duke of Buckingham, with their Guard, and break in.

York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their trash, -Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch. -What, Madam, are you there? the King and Realm Are deep indebted for this piece of pains. My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not, See you well guerdon'd for thefe good deferts. Elean. Not half fo bad as thine to England's King. Injurious Duke, that threat'ft where is no cause, Buck. True, Madam, none at all. What call

this?

'Away with them, let them be clap'd up close, And kept apart. You, Madam, shall with us. Stafford, take her to thee.

We'll fee your Trinkets here forth-coming all.

2

you

[Exeunt Guards with Jordan, Southwel, &c. York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well.

A pretty Plot, well chofe to build upon.

Now, pray, my Lords, let's fee the devil's Writ.

What have we here?

The Duke yet lives, that Henry fhall depofe;

But him out-live, and die a violent death.

[Reads,

Why, this is juft, Aio te, acida, Romanos vincere posse.

Well, to the rest.

Lord Buckingham, methinks, &c.] This repetition of the prophefies, which is altogether unneceflary, after what the fpec

tators had heard in the Scene immediately preceding, is not to be found in the first edition of this Play.

POPE.

Tell me, what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
By water fhall be die, and take his end.

What shall betide the Duke of Somerset ?
Let him fhun Caftles,

Safer fhall be be on the fandy plains,
Than where Cafles mounted ftand.
Come, come, my Lords;

3 These Oracles are hardily attain'd,
And hardly understood.

The King is now in progrefs tow'rds St. Albans,
With him, the hufband of this lovely lady,

Thither go these news, as faft as horfe can carry them; A forry breakfast for my Lord Protector.

Buck. Your Grace fhall give me leave, my Lord of York,

To be the Poft, in hope of his reward.

York. At your pleafure, my good Lord. Who's within there, ho?

Enter a Serving-man.

Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
To fup with me to-morrow night. Away!

3 These Oracles are hardly at
tain'd,

And hardly understood.] Not only the Lameness of the Verfification, but the Imperfection of the Senfe too, made me suspect this paffage to be corrupt. York, feizing the Parties and their Papers, fays, he'll fee the Devil's Writ; and finding the Wizard's Answers intricate and ambiguous, he makes this general Comment

[Exeunt,

upon fuch fort of Intelligence, as 1 have reftor'd the Text:

Thefe Oracles are hardily attain'd,

And hardly understood. i. e. A great Rifque and Hazard is run to obtain them; and yet, after these hardy Steps taken, the informations are fo perplex'd that they are hardly to be understood,

THEOBALD.

ACT

ACT II. SCENE I.

At St. ALBANS.

Enter King Henry, Queen, Protector, Cardinal, and Suffolk, with Faulkners ballooing.

B

2. MARGARET.

ELIEVE me, lords, 4 for flying at the brook, I faw no better fport these feven years' day; Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high, And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.

K. Henry. But what a point, my lord, your Faulcon made,

And what a pitch fhe flew above the rest,

To fee how God in all his creatures works!-'
Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
Suf. No marvel, an it like your Majefty,
My lord Protector's hawks do tow'r fo well;
They know, their Master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his Faulcon's pitch,
Glo. My Lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind,
That mounts no higher than a bird can foar.

Car. I thought as much. He'd be above the clouds.
Glo. Ay, my lord Card❜nal, how think you by that?'
Were it not good, your Grace could fly to heav'n?
K. Henry. The treafury of everlasting joy!
Car. Thy heaven is on earth, thine eyes and thoughts
Bent on a Crown, the treasure of thy heart,

For flying at the brock.] The Falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl.

5 The wind was very high, And, ten to one, old Joan bad not gone cut.] I am told by gentleman better acquainted

with falconry than myself, that the meaning, however expreffed, is, that, the wind being high, it was ten to one that the old hawk had flown quite away; a trick which hawks often play their mafters in windy weather.

Pernicious Protector, dangerous Peer,

That smooth'ft it fo with King and Common-weal! Glo. What, Cardinal! Is your priesthood grown fo peremptory?

Tantane animis Cæleftibus ire?

Churchmen fo hot? good uncle, hide fuch malice. • With fuch Holinefs can you do it?

6

Suf. No malice, Sir, no more than well becomes So good a quarrel, and fo bad a Peer.

Glo. As who, my Lord?

Suf. Why, as yourself, my Lord; An't like your lordly, lord Protectorship.

Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine infolence, Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Glo'fter.

K. Henry. I pr'ythee, peace, good Queen; And whet not on thefe too too furious Peers, For bleffed are the peace-makers on earth.

Car. Let me be bleffed for the peace I make, Against this proud Protector, with my fword! Glo. Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come to that.

Car. Marry, when thou dar'ft.

Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the

matter,

In thine own perfon answer thy abuse.
Car. Ay, where thou dar'ft not peep; and,

if thou dar'ft,

This Ev'ning on the eaft-fide of the grove.

6 With fuch Holiness can you do it?] Do what? the verfe wants a foot, we should read, With fuch Holiness can you NOT do it?

Spoken ironically. By holiness he means hypocrify and fays, have you not hypocrify enough to hide your malice?

WARBURTON. The verfe is lame enough after the emendation, nor does the

Afide.

negative particle improve the fenfe. When words are omitted it is not often eafy to fay what they were if there is a perfect fenfe without them. I read, but fomewhat at random,

A Churchman, with fuch holinefs can you do it? The tranfcriber faw churchman juft above, and therefore omitted it in the fecond line.

K. Henry,

K. Henry. How now, my Lords?

Car. Believe me, coufin Glo'fter,

Had not your man put up the fowl fo fuddenly,

We'd had more fport

fword.

Glo: True, uncle.

Come with thy two-hand [Afide to Glo'fter.

Car, Are you advis'd?-the eaft fide of the Grove. Glo. Cardinal, I am with you.

K. Henry. Why, how now, uncle Glo'fter?

[Afide.

Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing elfe, my Lord.Now, by God's mother, Prieft, I'll fhave your crown for this,

Or all my Fence shall fail.

Car. [Afide.] Medice, teipfum.

Protector, fee to't well, protect yourself.

[Afide.

K. Henry. The winds grow high, fo do your ftomachs, Lords.

How irksome is this mufick to my heart!

When fuch ftrings jar, what hopes of harmony?
I pray, my Lords, let me compound this strife.

Enter One, crying, A Miracle!

Glo. What means this noise ?

Fellow, what miracle doft thou proclaim?

One. A miracle! a miracle!

Suf. Come to the King, and tell him what miracle. One. Forfooth, a blind man at St. Alban's fhrine,

Come with thy two-hand
Sword.
Glo. True, Uncle, are ye ad-
vis'd? the Eaft fide of the
Grove.

Cardinal, I am with You.] Thus is the whole Speech plac'd to Glo'fter, in all the Editions: but furely, with great inadver