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+ And by their hands this S grace of Kings must die,
If hell and treason hold their promises,
Ere he take ship for France; and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on, and well digest
Th’abule of distance, while we force a play.
The sum is paid, the traitors are agreed,
The King is set from London, and the scene
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton :
There is the play house now, there mult you fit;
And thence to France shall we convey you safe,
And bring you back, charming the narrow seas
To give you gentle pass ; for if we may,

4 And by their hands this grace

And by their bands this grace of of Kings must die,

Kings muft die, If bell and treaf.n hold their If bell and treason hold their promises,

promises. Ere he take ship for France ; The sum is paid, the traitors and in Southampton.

are agreed, Linger your patience on, and The King is jet from London, well digeft

and the scene Th'abuse of distance, while we Is now transported, gentles, to force a play.

Southampton The sum is paid, the traitors are Ere he take ship for France. agreed,

And in Southampton
The King is fet from London, Linger your fatiense on,

aud and the scene

well digeft Is now transported, gentles, to Th' abuse of ditance, while sur Southampton :

force a play. There is the play-horfe now.) There is the play-hou,e now. I suppose every one that reads This alteration restores sense, these lines looks about for a and probably the true sense. meaning which he cannot find. The lines might be otherwise There is no connection of sense ranged, but this order pleases me nor regularity of transition from best. one thought to the other. It may 5 this grace of Kings-] be suspected that some lines are 1. e. he who does greateit holoft, and in that case the sense nour to the title. By the same is irretrievable. I rather think kind of phraseology the usurper the meaning is obscured by an in Hamlet is call'd the Vice of accidental transposition, which I Kings, i. e. the opprobrium of would reform thus:

them.

WARBURTON.

We'll

* We'll not offend one stomach with our play. * But, 'till the King come forth, and not till then, Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. [Exit.

SC E N E II.
Before Quickly's House in Eastcheap.
Enter Corporal Nim, and Lieutenant Bardolph.
Bard. ELL met, Corporal Nim. 8

Nim. Good morrow, Lieutenant Bar

dolph. 9 Bard. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?

Nim. For my part, I care not. I say little ; but when time shall serve,' there shall be— [Smiles.] But that

WE

forth.

6 We'll not offend one ftomach ) Pauses of Action were filled up, That is, you Thall pass the sea as now, with a Lesson of Muwithout the qualms of sea-sick- fick: But the Reasons for this ness.

Distribution are explained before. 7 But, 'till the King come

THEOBALD. forth.] Here seems to be I have already shewn why in something omitted. Sir T. Han- this edition the act begins with wer reads,

the chorus. But when the King comes

9 Lieutenant Bardolph. ] At

this scene begins the connection which, as the pasiage now stands, of this play with the latter part is necessary. These lines, ob- of King Henry IV. The chascure as they are, refute Mr. racters would be indiftinet, and Pope's conjectures on the true the incidents unintelligible, withplace of the chorus ; for they ont the knowledge of what pasThew that something is to inter. sed in the two foregoing plays. vene before the scene changes to there shall be smiles] I sufSoutbampton.

pect smiles to be a marginal diBard. Well met, corporal section crept into the text. It Nim.) I have chose to begin the is natural for a man, when he 2d As here, because each Act threatens, to break off abruptly, may close regularly with a Chorus. and conclude, But that shall be Not that I am persuaded, this as it may. But this fantastical was the poet's intention to mark fellow is made to smile disdainthe Intervals of his Atts as the fuily while he threatens ; which Chorus did on the old Grecian circumstance was marked for the Stage. He had no occasion of player's direction in the margin. this sort: fince, in his Time, the

WARBURTON.

shall

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shall be as it may. I dare not fight, but I will wink and hold out mine iron ; it is a simple one; but what; tho? it will toast cheese, and it will endure cold as another man's sword will; and there's an end.

Bard. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends, 2 and we'll be all three sworn brochers to France. Let it be so, good corporal Nim.

Nim. Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may; that is my rest, that is the rendezvous of it.

Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nel Quickly; and certainly The did you wrong, for you were troth-plight to her.

Nim. I cannot tell, things must be as they may; men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time, and some say, knives have edges. It must be as it may. Tho'' patience be a tir’d Mare, yet she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell,

Enter Pistol and Quickly. Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here. How now, mine hoft Piffol?

Pijt. Base tyke, call'st thou me hoft?
Now by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term :
Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.

Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy-house straight. O welli

2 And we'll all be sworn tro- The folio reads by corruption, thers to France. ] We should tired name, from which Sir T. read, we'll all go levern brorbers Hanmer, fagaciously enough, deto France, or we'll all be sworn rived tired Dame. Mr. Teočald brothers in France.

retrieved from the quario tired 3 Patience be a tirid ma e.] Mare, the true reading.

day lady, if he be not drawn ! + Now we shall see wilful adultery, and murder committed.

Bard. Good lieutenant, good corporal, offer nothing here.

Nim. Pish!

Pift. Pifh for thee, s Ifand dog; thou prick-ear'd cur of Ifand.

Quick. Good corporal Nim, shew thy valour and put

up thy sword.

Nim. Will you shog off? I would have you folus.
Pift. Solus, egregious dog! O viper vile !
The folus in thy most marvellous face,
The folus in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,
And, which is worse, within thy naity mouth,
I do retort the folus in thy bowels ;
• For I can take, and Piftol's cock is up,
And flashing fire will follow.

Nim. I am not Barbason, you cannot conjure me: I have an humour to knock you indifferently well; if you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier as I may, in fair terms. If you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little in good terms as I may, and that's the humour of it.

Pift. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight!

+ 0 welliday Lady, if he be fion familiar with our Poet.The. not hewn now. I cannot under s Ifand dog.] I believe we ftand the Drift of this Expres- should read Iceland dog. He fion. If he be not bewn, must seems to allude to an account fignify, if he be not cut down; credited in Elizabeth's time, and in that Case, the very Thing that in the North there was a nais fupposed, which Quickly was tion with human bodies and dogs apprehensive of. But I rather heads. think, her Fright arises upon 6 For I can take.) I know seeing their Swords drawn: and not well what he can take. The I have ventured to make a slight quarto reads talk. In our au. Alteration accordingly. If he thour to take, is sometimes to be not drawn, for, if he has not blaft, which sense may serve in bis Sword drawn, is an Expres- this place, VOL. IV.

C C

The

The grave doth gape, ? and doating death is near;
Therefore exhale.

Bard. Hear me, hear me, what I fay. He that strikes the first stroke, l'il run him up to the hilts as I am a soldier. Pijt. An Oath of mickle might; and fury shall

abate. Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give; Thy spirits are most tall.

Nim. I will cut thy throat one time or other in fair terms, that is the humour of it. Pift. Coup à gorge, that is the word. I defy thee

again. O hound of Crete, think'lt thou my spouse to get ? No, to the spittle go, And from the powd’ring tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar Kite of Creffid's kind, Dol Tear-Sheet, she by name, and her espouse. I have, and I will hold the Quondam Quickly For th' only slie. And pauca,—there's enough—Go to.

Enter the Boy. Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master

, and your holtefs ; he is very sick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy nose between his sheets, and do the office of a warming pan; faith, he's very ill.

Bard. Away, you rogue.

Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days; the King has kill'd his heart. Good husband, come home presently. [Exit Quickly.

Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends ? We must to France together, why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another's throats ? Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl

on !

7 Deating death is near.) The quarto has groaning death.

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