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it with a knife. He was fo forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick fight were invincible. He was the very Genius of famine, yet leacherous as a Monkey, and the whores call'd him Mandrake. He came ever in the rere-ward of the fashion ; and fung those tunes to the ' over scutcht huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware they were his Fancies, or his Goodnights. And now is this Vice's dagger become a Squire, and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him, and I'll be sworn, he never saw him but once in the Tilt-yard, and then he broke his head for crouding among the Marshal's men. I saw it, and told John of Gaunt he 3 beat his own name ; for you might have truss'd him and all his apparel into an Eel-skin; the case of a treble hoboy was a Manlion for him-a Court—and now hath he land and beeves. Well, I will be acquainted with him, if I return; and it shall go

hard but I will make him a 4 philofopher's two ftones to me. s If the young Dace be a bait for the old Pike, I




been gaint.

Over-seutcht] i, e. whipt, and Management of a Buffon. carted. Pope.

THEOBALD. I rather think that the word

beat his cron name;) means dirty, or gr med, the word That is, beat gaunt, a fellow fo buswives agrees better with this fender that luis name might have fense. Shaflow crept,

into mean houses, and boasted his accom

bil opber's tuo Pored plishments to the dirty women. One of which was an universal

? And now is this Vice's Dog- medicine, and the other a transger. ] By Vire here the Poét muter of bafer metals into gold. means that droll Character in the

WARBURTON. old Plays, (which I have several I believe the commentator has times mentioned in the course of refined this passage too much. these Notes.) equipped with Affes A philcsopher's tuo fiones, is only Ears and a Wooden Dagger. It more than the philofopher's ficri. is very satirical in Faijtaff to The universal medicine was never, compare Shallow's Activity and so far as I know, conceived to Impertinence to such a Machine be a stone, before the time of as a wooden Dagger in the Hands Butler's stone.

s If the young Dace] That is

see no reason in the law of nature but I may snap at him. Let time shape, and there's an end. Exeunt.



Changes to a Forest in Yorkshire.

Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Hastings,

and Colevile.



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HAT is this forest call'd ?

Hast. 'Tis Gaultree forest.
York. Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers

To know the numbers of our enemies.

Haft. We have sent forth already,

York. 'Tis well done.
My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you, that I have receiv'd
New-dated letters from Northumberland,
Their cold intent, tenour and substance thus.-
Here doth he wish his person, with such Powers
As might hold sortance with his quality,
The which he could not levy; whereupon
He is retir’d, to ripe his growing fortunes,
To Scotland, and concludes in hearty prayers

your attempts may over-live the hazard
And fearful meeting of their opposite.
Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch

ground, And dash themselves to pieces. If the pike may prey upon the dace, weaker, Falstaff with

great if it be the law of nature that propriety devour Shallow. the fronger may seize upon the




Enter a Messenger. Hat. Now, what news?

Mel. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, In goodly form comes on the enemy, And by the ground they hide, I judge their number Upon, or rear, the rate of thirty thousand.

Mow). The juit proportion that we gave them out. Let us (way on,

and face them in the field. SCENE II.

Énter Westmorland. York. What well-appointed leader fronts us here? Mowb. I think, it is my lord of Weftmorland.

West. Health and fair Greeting from our General, The Prince, Lord John, and Duke of Lancaster.

York. Say on, my lord of Westmorland, in peace : What doth concern your coming ?

Weft. Then, my lord,
Unto your

Grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that Rebellion
Came like it self, in base and abject routs,
7 Led on by bloody youth, goaded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys and beggary;
I say, if damn’d Commotion so appear'd
In his true, native, and most proper shape,
You, reverend Father, and there noble lords,
Had not been here to dress the ugly form
6 Let us sway 09,-

] We 7 Led on by bloody yout),-) should read way on, i, e. march I believe Shakespeare wrote, beady WARBURTON. youth.

WARBURTON, I know not that I have ever I think bloody can hardly be seen fway in this sense, but I right, perhaps it was moody, that believe it is the true word, and is, furious. So in Scene 8 of was intended to express the uni. this Act. form and forcible motion of a Being moody give him line and compact body. There is a sense

Icope of the noun in Milton kindred Till that bis pafions, like a wka's to this, where speaking of a on ground, weighty sword, he says, It de Confound obemfeives with works fcends with buget-wo-handed sway.




Of base and bloody insurrection
With your fair honours. You, my lord Arch-bishop,
Whose See is by a civil peace maintain'd,
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touchd,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutorid,
Whose white investments figure innocence,
The Dove and very blessed Spirit of Peace ;
Wherefore do you so ill translate your self,
Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boilt'rous tongue of war?
Turning your books to * graves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to launces, and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet and a point of war ?

York. Wherefore do I this ? fo the question stands...
Briefly, to this end. We are all diseas'd,
And with our surfeiting and wanton hours,
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we must bleed for it ; of which disease
Our late King Richard being infected, dy'd.
But, my most noble Lord of Westmorland,
I take not on me here as a physician;
Nor do I, as an enemy to peace,
Troop in the throngs of military men ;
But rather shew a while like fearful war,
To diet rank minds, sick of happiness,
And purge th' obstructions, which begin to stop
Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
I have in equal balance justly weigh'd
What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we fuffer ;
And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
We see, which way the stream of time doth run,

* For graves Dr. Warburton The answer in which boh the very plausibly reads glaves, and editions agree, apparently refers is followed by Sir Thomas Han to some of these lines, which

therefore may be probably sup* In this speech after the first posed rather to have been dropped two lines, the next twenty-five by a player desirous to shorten are either omitted in the first his speech, than added by the edition, or added in the second second labour of the authour. Vol. IV. X



And are inforc'd from our most Quiet sphere, ?
By the rough torrent of occasion ;
And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to shew in articles ;
Which long ere this we offer'd to the King,
And might by no suit gain our audience.
When we are wrong’d and would unfold our griefs,
We are deny'd access unto his person,
Ev'n by those men that most have done us wrong.
The danger of the days but newly gone,
Whose memory is written on the earth
With yet appearing blood, and the Examples
Of every minute's instance, present now,
Have put us in these i!l-beseeming arms,
Not to break peace, or any branch of it,
But to establish here a peace, indeed,
Concurring both in name and quality.

Weft. When ever yet was your appeal deny'd ?
Wherein have you been galled by the King ?
What Peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you,
That you should seal this lawless bloody book
Of forg’d Rebellion with a Seal divine,
* And consecrate Commotion's Civil edge ?

York. 9 In former Editions : Impreffion ;) I found this Verse. And are infori'd from our I have ventur'd to substitute Page

molt quiet There,] This for Edge, with regard to the Uniis faid in answer to Westworland's formity of Metaphor. Tho' upbraiding the Archbishop for the Sword of Rebellion, drawn engaging in a course which fo by a Bishop, may in some fort ill became his profession, be said to be confecrated by Hou my lord Archbis: op

his Reverence,

THEOBALD. Whose See is by a civil peace And confecrate Commotion's mairtain'd, &c.

Civil Edge ?] So the old So that the reply must be this, books read. But Mr. Tbeobald And are inforiid from our most changes eage to page, out of requiet SPHERE

WARB. gard to the uniformity (as he calls corficrate, &c.) In one it) of the metaphor. But he did of

my o'd Q arto's of 1600 (for not understand what was meant I have Two of the self-fame Edi. by edge. It was an old cuítom, tion; one of which, 'tis evident, continued from the time of the was corrected in some Pallages first croisades, for the pope to during the working off the whole



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