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Enter Queen, Bushy, and Bagot, Busby. Adam, your
You promis'd, when you parted with the
Queen. To please the King, I did ; to please myself,
. With nothing trembles, yet The reading, which Dr. War
at something grieves.] The burton corrects, is itself an innofollowing line requires that this vation. His conjecture gives inshould be read jult the contrary deed a better sense than that of
any copy, but copies must not be With something trembl's, get needleily forsaken. at nothing grieves.
3 Like Perspectives, which WARBURTON. rightly gazd upon, All the old editions read, Shew nothing but confufi.n; my inward foul
ey'd awry, With nothing trembles; at fome Distinguish firm.] This is a thing it grieves,
fine fimilitule, and the thing D3
Shew nothing but confusion; ey'd awry,
Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward soul
Buffy. 'Tis nothing but Conceit, my gracious lady.
Queen. 'Tis nothing less; Conceit is still deriv'd
meant is this. Amongst mathe- felt, is here very forcibly de-
WARBURTON. hath no real cause, or some real 4 As, zlough, on thinking, on canle bas produced a fancy'd grief.
no thought I think.) We That is, my grief is not con eit, fhould read, as though in think- because it either has not a ca:fe zig: That is, though mi fing I like conceit, or it has a cause like bare no diftin 7 idea of calami'y. con eit. This can hardly stand. Te involuntary and unaccount Let us try again, and read thus: able depreffion of the mind, For nothing hath begot my fomewhich every one has sometime th.ng grieji
Or something hath, the nothing that I grieve;
Enter Green. Green. Heav'n save your Majesty! and well met,
gentlemen : I hope, the King is not yet shipt for Ireland.
Queen. Why hop'st thou so ? ’tis better hope, he is :
I have pofleft him my most Any That is: My grief is not conceit; Can be but short. Meas. for Meas, conceit is an imaginary uneasiness Is he posielt what sum you need. from fome paft occurrence. But,
Merch. of Venice. on the contrary, here is real I therefore imagine the Queen grief without a real cause; not a fays thus : recl cause with a fanciful forr zu. 'lis in reverfion that I do This, I think, must be the mean pollefs.ing; harth at the best, yet better The event is yet in futurity—that than contradiction or absurdity. I know with full conviction-but 6 'Tis in reverfion that I do polo what it is, that is not yet known. Jefi,
In any other interpretation The But what it is, that is not get must say that she rolls what is
krorun, &c.] I am about not yet come, which, though it to propose an interpretation may be allowed to be poetical and which many will think harsh, and figurative language, is yet, I which I do not offer for certain. think, less natural than my exTo p Dels a man, is, in Shake- planation. peare, to inf rm bim fuly, to 7 Might have retired his power.) make him comprehend. To be Might have drawn it back. A porcled, is, to be fully informel. Fren, b senfe. Of this sense the examples are
And with uplifted arms is safe arriv'd
Queen. Now God in heav'n forbid !
Green. O, Madam, 'tis too true ; and what is worse, The lord Northumberland, his young fon Percy, The lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby, With all their pow'rful friends, are fled to him.
Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland, And all of that revolted faction, traitors ?
Green. We have; whereon the Earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff, resign'd his Stewardship; And all the houshold servants fled with him To Bolingbroke.
Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife of my woe, And Boling broke * my sorrow's dismal heir. Now hath
my soul brought forth her prodigy, And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother, Have woe to woe, forrow to sorrow, join'd.
Busby. Despair not, Madam.
Queen. Who shall hinder me?
Green. Here comes the Duke of York.
Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck ;
York. Should I do fo, I should bely my thoughts ;
* Myfirror' difnal leir.) The is here put for one that succeeds, authour seems to have used heir though he succeids but in order of in an improper fenfi, an heir he- time, not in order of descent. ing one that inhirits by fucielain,
Comfort's in heav'n, and we are on the earth,
Enter & Servant.
York. He was-why, so-go all, which way it will
Serv. My lord, i had forgot
York. What is't?
York. Heav'n for his mercy, what a ride of woes
[To the Servant. And bring away the armour that is there. --Gentlemen, will you go and muster men ? & Ce thee 10 Plathie, -] nicle, p. 13;
THEOBALDI The L rdhip o: Plaisie was a
• Untruth.] That is, DilloTcwn of the D.tchess of Glor- alty, treachery. le; er’s in Flix, See Hal.'s Chic