Obrazy na stronie
PDF
ePub

Tell me, what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk ?
By waterfall be die, and take his end.
What shall betide the Duke of Somerset ?
Let him foun Caftles,
Safer fall be be on the sandy plains,
Than where Casles mounted stand,
Come, come, my Lords;
3 These Oracles are hardily attain'd,
And hardly understood.
The King is now in progress tow'rds St. Albans,
With him, the husband of this lovely lady,
Thither go these news, as fast as horfe can carry them;
A sorry breakfast for my Lord Protector.
Buck. Your Grace shall give me leave, my Lord of

York,
To be the Poft, in hope of his reward.

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

Enter a Serving-man. Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick, To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!. [Exeunt. 3 These Oracles are hardly at- upon such sort of Intelligence, as taina,

I have restor'd the Text : And hardly under flood.] Not These Oracles are hardily at, only the Lameness of the Verfi tain'd, fication, but the Imperfection of And hardly understood. the Senfe too, made me súspect i. e. A great Risque and Hazard this paffage to be corrupt. Tork, is run to obtain them; and yet, feizing the Parties and their Pa- after thefe bardy Steps taken, the pers, says, he'll see the Devil's informations are fo perplex'd that Writ; and finding the Wizard's they are hardly to be understood, Answers intricate and ambiguous,

THEOBALD. he makes this general Comment

ACT

ACT II. SCENE I.

At St. ALBANS.

Enter King Henry, Queen, Protetor, Cardinal, and

Suffolk, with Faulkners hallooing.

B В

Q. MARGARET.
ELIEVE me, lords, + for flying at the brook,

I saw no better sport these seven 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 Faul-

con made,
And what a pitch she few above the rest.
To see how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.

Suf. No marvel, an it like your Majesty,
My lord Protector's hawks do tow'r so 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 soar. - 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 Ay to heav'n?

K. Henry. The treasury of everlasting joy!

Car. Thy heaven is on earth, thine eyes and thoughts Bent on a Crown, the treasure of thy heart,

4 For flying at the brook.] The with falconry than myself, that falconer's term for hawking at the meaning, however exprefled, water-fowl.

is, that, the wind being high, it 5 The wind was very high, was ten to one that the old hawk And, ten to one, old Joan had had flown quite away; a trick

not gone out.] I am told by which hawks often play their & gentleman better acquainted masters in windy weather.

Pernicious Protector, dangerous Peer,
That smooth'it it so with King and Common-weal!
Glo. What, Cardinal! Is your priesthood grown so

peremptory? Tantæne animis Calestibus ire ? Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice. • With such Holiness can you do it?

Suf. No malice, Sir, no more than well becomes So good a quarrel, and so 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 insolence. Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Glo'sier.

K. Henry. I prythee, peace, good Queen; And whet not on these too too furious Peers, For blessed are the peace-makers on earth.

Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, Against this proud Protector, with my sword ! Glo. Faith, holy uncle, 'would ’twere come?

to that. Car. Marry, when thou dar'ít. Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the matter,

Afde. In thine own person answer thy abuse. Car. Ay, where thou dar'ít not peep; and,

if thou dar'ft, This Ev'ning on the east-side of the grove. 6 With such Holiness can you negative particle improve the

do it :) Do what ? the verse rente. When words are omitted wants a foot, we should read, it is not often easy to say what With such Holiness can you not they were if there is a perdo it?

fect fenfe without them. I read, Spoken ironically. By holiness but somewhat at random, he means hypocrisy: and says, A Churchman, with such holihave you not hypocrisy enough ness can you do it? to hide your malice ?

The transcriber faw churchman WARBURTON. just above, and therefore omitted The verse is lame enough af- it in the second line. ter the cmendation, nor does the

K. Henry,

K. Henry. How now, my Lords?

Car. Believe me, cousin Glofter,
Had not your man put up the fowl fo fuddenly,
We'd had more sport — Come with thy two-hand
sword.

[ Afide to Glo'ster.
Glo. True, uncle.
Car. Are you advis'd ?--the east side of the Grove.
Glo. Cardinal, I am with you.

[ Afide. K. Henry. Why, how now, uncle Gloʻster?

Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my Lord.— Now, by God's mother, Priest, I'll shave your crown

for this,
Or all my Fence shall fail.

[Afide.
Car. [ Afide.] Medice, teipsum.
Protector, fee to't well, protect yourself.
K. Henry. The winds grow high, so do your fto-

machs, Lords.
How irksome is this musick to my heart !
When such strings jar, what hopes of harmony?
I pray, my Lords, let me compound this strife.

[ocr errors]
[blocks in formation]

Enter One, crying, A Miracle!
Glo. What means this noire ?
Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim ?

One. A miracle ! a miracle !
Suf. Come to the King, and tell him what miracle.
One. Forsooth, a blind man at St. Alban's shrine,

-Come with thy two-band tence. It is the Cardinal, who
Sword.

first appoints the East-side of the Glo. True, Uncle, are ye ad- Grove: and how finely does it

vis'd? tbe Eaft side of the express Rancour and Impetuofi-
Grove,

ty for fear Gloucester should misCardinal, I am with You.] take, to repeat the Appointment, Thus is the whole Speech plac'd and ask his Antagonist if he takes to Glo'fer, in all the Editions : him right! THEOBALD. but surely, with great inadver

7

Within this half hour hath receiv'd his light,
A man, that ne'er faw in his life before.
K. Henry. Now God be prais’d, that to believing

souls
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair !

Enter the Mayor of St. Albans, and his brethren, beer

ing Simpcox between two in a chair, Simpcox's wife following.

Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, Before your Highness to present the man.

K, Henry. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Though by his fight his fin be multiply'd.

Glo. Stand by, my masters. Bring him near the King, His Highness' pleasure is to talk with him.

K. Henry. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
That we, for thee, may glorify the Lord.
What halt thou been long blind, and now restor'd?

Simp. Born blind, an't please your Grace.
Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.
Suf. What woman is this?
Wife. His wife, an’t like your worship.

Gle. Had'st thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told.

K. Henry. Where wert thou born ?
Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like your Grace,
K. Henry. Poor Soul! God's goodness' hath beer

great to thee.
Let never day or night unhallowed pass,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Queen. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by

chance, Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?

Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd A hundred times and oftner, in my Neep,

By

« PoprzedniaDalej »