2 * Brandish your cryftal treffes in the sky, Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time: His brandifh'd fword did blind men with its beams, Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in blood? Henry is dead, and never fhall revive: Upon a wooden coffin we attend: the 2d Part, Dame Eleanor Cobtam is introduced to infult Q. Margaret; though her Penance and Banifhment for Sorcery happened three Years before that Princefs came over to England. I could point out many other Tranfgreffions against Hiftory, as far as the Order of Time is concerned. Indeed, tho' there are feveral Mater-Strokes in thefe three Plays, which inconteftably betray the Workmanship of Shakepcare; yet I am almost doubtful, whether they were entirely of his Writing. And unless they were wrote by him very early, Ihould rather imagine them to That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ? The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought; Glou. The church? where is it? had not churchmen pray'd, His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd. Win. Glofter, whate'er we like, thou art Protector. Glou. Name not religion, for thou lov'ft the flesh; And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'ft, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Bed. Ceafe, ceafe these jars, and reft your minds in peace. Let's to the altar. Heralds, wait on us. Instead of gold we'll offer up our arms, Pofterity await for wretched years, When at their mothers' moist eyes babes fhall fuck; + Our ifle be made a nourish of falt tears, 3 The Subtle-witted French, &c.] There was a notion prevalent a long time, that life might be taken away by metrical charms. As fuperftition grew weaker these charms were imagined only to have power on irrational animals. In our authour's time it was fup And pofed that the Irish could kill rats by a fong. 4 Our Ifle be made a Marish of falt Tears,] Thus it is in both the Impreffions by Mr. Pope: upon what Authority, I cannot fay. All the old Copies read, a Nourish: and confidering it is And none but women left to 'wail the dead. SCENE II. Enter a Mejenger. Mess. My honourable Lords, health to you all. Bed. What fay'ft thou, man?-Before dead Henry's coarse? Speak foftly, or the lofs of thofe great towns filled up with-Francis Drake,tho' that were a terrible anachronifm; (as bad as Hector's quoting Ariftotle in Troilus and Cref fida) yet perhaps at the time that brave Englishman was in his glory, to an English-hearted audience, and pronounced by fome favourite actor, the thing might be popular, tho' not judicious; and therefore by fome critick in favour of the author afterwards ftruck out. But this is a mere flight conjecture. РОРЕ. To confute the light conjecture of Pope a whole page of vehement oppofition is annexed to this paffage by Theobald. Sir T. Harmer has flopped at Cafar-perhaps more judiciously. Glou. Glou. Is Paris loft, and Roan yielded up? These news would cause him once more yield the ghoft. That here you maintain fev'ral factions, mony. And, whilft a field fhould be difpatch'd and fought, One would have lingring wars with little coft; Let not floth dim your honours, new-begot; Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, SCENE III. Enter to them another Meffenger. 2 Me. Lords, view thefe letters, full of bad mif chance. France is revolted from the English quite, Except fome petty towns of no import. 6 To weep their intermiffive miferies. i. e. their miteries, which have had only a fhort intermiffion from Henry the Fifth's death to my coming amongst them. WARBURTON. The bastard Orleans with him is join'd, Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part, [Exit. Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all fly to him? O, whither fhall we fly from this reproach? Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies' throats. Bedford, if thou be flack, I'll fight it out. Bed. Glofter, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run. SCENE IV. Enter a third Messenger. 3 Meff. My gracious Lords, to add to your lament Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse, I must inform you of a difmal fight Betwixt the ftout Lord Talbot and the French. Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't fo? The circumftance I'll tell you more at large. Having scarce full fix thousand in his troop, The |