And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns, WAR. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out; And therefore comes my brother Montague. His oath enrolled in the parliament; And now to London all the crew are gone, 'Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong :9 7-haught Northumberland,] So, Grafton, in his Chronicle fays, p. 417: the lord Henry Percy, whom the Scottes for his haut and valiant courage called fir Henry Hotspurre." PERCY. The word is common to many writers. So, in Marlowe's King Edward II. 1598 : "This haught refolve becomes your majefty." Again, in Kyd's Cornelia, 1594: Pompey, that fecond Mars, whofe haught renown," &c. Again, in Lyly's Woman in the Moon, 1597: 8 "Thy mind as haught as Jupiter's high thoughts." STEEVENS. the eafy-melting king like wax.] So again, in this play, of the Lady Grey: 9 "As red as fire; nay, then her wax muft melt." JOHNSON. is thirty thousand strong :] Thus the folio. The old play reads "Their power, I guess them fiftie thousand ftrong." A little lower the fame piece has-eight and forty thousand. MALONE. Now, if the help of Norfolk, and myself, RICH. Ay, now, methinks, I hear great Warwick Ne'er may he live to fee a funshine, day, "That cries-Retire, if Warwick bid him ftay. EDW. Lord Warwick, on thy fhoulder will I lean; ' And when thou fall'ft, (as God forbid the hour!) Muft Edward fall, which peril heaven forefend! WAR. No longer earl of March, but duke of York; The next degree is, England's royal throne: And he that throws not up his cap for joy, * RICH. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as fteel, (As thou haft fhown it flinty by thy deeds,) * I come to pierce it,-or to give thee mine. * Edw. Then strike up, drums ;-God, and Saint George, for us! Enter a Meffenger. WAR. How now? what news? MESS. The duke of Norfolk fends you word by me, The queen is coming with a puiffant host; 'WAR. Why then it forts, brave warriors: Let's away. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Before York. Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, the Prince of Wales, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces. Q. MAR. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York. Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy, That fought to be encompass'd with your crown: 'Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord? 'K. HEN. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck ; To fee this fight, it irks my very foul.Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault, Not wittingly have I infring'd my vow. Why then it forts,] Why then things are as they should be. JOHNSON. -thy love fhall So, in Greene's Card of Fancy, 1608: fort to fuch happy fuccefs as thou thyfelf doft feek for." STEEVENS. CLIF. My gracious liege, this too much lenity And harmful pity, muft be laid aside. To whom do lions caft their gentle looks? Thou fmiling, while he knit his angry brows: Thou, being a king, blefs'd with a goodly fon, "Which argued thee a moft, unloving father.3 Should lose his birthright by his father's fault; 2 4 in fafeguard-] Thus the folio. The quartos read in refcue. STEEVENS. 3 4 -unloving father.] The quartos read unnatural father. STEEVENS. fondly] i. e. foolishly. So, in King Richard II: Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy; Successful fortune, fteel thy melting heart, To hold thine own, and leave thine own with him. K. HEN. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator, Inferring arguments of mighty force. 6 But, Clifford, tell me, didft thou never hear,- Whofe father for his hoarding went to hell? "As brings a thoufand-fold more care to keep, Ah, coufin York! 'would thy best friends did know, 'How it doth grieve me that thy head is here! 'Q. MAR. My lord, cheer up your spirits; our foes are nigh, 'And this foft courage makes your followers faint. You promis'd knighthood to our forward fon; 5 forrow and grief of heart "Makes him speak fondly-." STEEVENS. didst thou never hear,― That things ill got had ever bad fuccefs? &c.] The proverb quoted by his majesty on this occafion, feems to militate directly against his own argument, and thows that things ill got might have good fuccefs. M. MASON. 6 Whofe father &c.] Alluding to a common proverb: JOHNSON. 7 Than in poffeffion any jot of pleafure.] Thus the folio. The quarto thus: "Than may the prefent profit countervaile," STEEVENS. |