Enter Suffolk. ? How now why look'ft thou fo pale? why trembleft thou? Where is our Uncle? what is the matter, Suffolk? Car. God's fecret judgment. I did dream to night, Som. Rear up his body, wring him by the nose. Q. Mar. Run, go, help, help. Oh, Henry, ope thine eyes. Suf. He doth revive again, K. Henry, O heav'nly God! Madam, be patient. Q. Mar. How fares my gracious Lord? Suf. Comfort, my Sovereign, gracious Henry, com fort. K. Henry. What, doth my Lord of Suffolk com fort me? Came he right now to fing a raven's note, Right now. Juft now; even now. i And And kill the innocent gazer with thy fight; Q. Mar. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus? Although the Duke was enemy to him, Yet he, most Christian-like, laments his death. Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans, I would be blind with weeping, fick with groans, What know I, how the world may deem of me? K. Henry. Ah, woe is me for Glofter, wretched man ! Q. Mar. 4 Be woe for me, more wretched than he is. What, doft thou turn away and hide thy face? I am no loathfome leper; look on me. What, art thou like the adder waxen deaf? Be pois'nous too, and kill thy forlorn Queen. Is all thy comfort fhut in Glofter's tomb? Why, then, dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy. Erect his ftatue, and do worship to it, And make my image but an ale-houfe fign. Was I for this nigh wreckt upon the fea, And twice by adverfe winds from England's bank Drove back again unto my native clime? What boaded this? but well-fore-warning winds Did feem to fay, seek not a scorpion's nest, • Be awae for me.] That is, let not woe be to thee for Gloucester, but for me. Nor Nor fet no footing on this unkind shore. Yet Eolus would not be a murderer; ; The pretty vaulting fea refus'd to drown me, A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, And threw it tow'rds thy Land; the fea receiv'd it, 5 The Splitting rocks cow'r'd in their ragged fides.] Sinking fands and fplitting rocks are the two deftroyers of hips, but they are not otherwife allied to one another, and act their mifchief by very different powers. I be lieve here is a tranfpofition, and fhould read, The finking fands, the Splitting rocks cow'r'd in. Our poet mentions them toge ther, as in Othello, The gutter'd rocks and congre- But finding no commodious al- For For lofing ken of Albion's wifhed Coaft. To fit and witch me, as Afcanius did, When he to madding Dido would unfold His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy? Am I not witcht like her? or thou not falfe like him? Ah me, I can no more: die, Margaret! For Henry weeps, that thou doft live fo long. Noife within. Enter Warwick, Salisbury, and many Commons. War. It is reported, mighty Sovereign, K. Henry. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true; tory. Again, how did the fuppofed Afcanius fit and watch her? Cupid was ordered, while Dido mistakenly careffed him, to bewitch and infect her with Love. To this Circumstance the Poet certainly alludes; and, unless he had wrote, as I have reftored to the Text; To fit and witch me,Why fhould the Queen immediately draw this Inference. Am I not witch'd like her? THEOBALD. *Not Henry.] The poet commonly ufes Henry as a word of three fyllables. War. War. That I fhall do, my Liege.-Stay, Salisbury, With the rude multitude, till I return. [Warwick goes in. K. Henry. O thou, that judgeft all things, itay my thoughts, My thoughts, that labour to perfuade my foul, Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life. my fufpect be falfe, forgive me, God! If For judgment only doth belong to thee. [Bed with Glo'fter's body put forth. And to furvey his dead and earthly image, What were it, but to make my forrow greater? War. Come hither, gracious Sovereign, view this body. K. Henry. That is to fee how deep my grave is made, For, with his foul fied all my worldly folace; 'For feeing him, I fee my life in death. War. As furely as my foul intends to live I do believe, that violent hands were laid Suf. A dreadful oath, fworn with a folemn tongue! What inftance gives Lord Warwick for his vow? 7 For feeing him, I fee my life in death.] Though, by a violent operation, fome fenfe may be extracted from this reading, yet I think it will be better to change it thus ; For Jeeing him, I fee my death That is, feeing him I live to fee Come hither, gracious Sove- War. |