To lay afide felf-harming heaviness, And entertain a chearful difpofition. Queen. To please the king, I did; to please myself, Why I fhould welcome fuch a guest as grief; Which for things true weeps things imaginary. As though on thinking on no thought I think, But what it is, that is not yet known; what Shakespeare has given a defcription of the fame complexion of mind, before, in the perfon of Anthonio, in the Merchant of Venice. See my firft remark on the First Scene of the First Act of that Play. This line is altered for the better by Doctor Warburton. Alluding to a method of drawing, called inverted perspective, among the mathematical recreations. ‡ That is, that bas possessed my mind. Johnson. SCENE EN SCENE IX. Hope has been often termed the affuager of our grief; but Shakespeare has juftly raised it to an higher character, by making it an augmentation to our joys, also. Bolinbroke. And hope to joy, is little lefs in joy, The bishop of Carlisle, endeavouring to awaken the king to a manly exertion of his fpirit against the rebellion, and neither to truft to the weak defence of right against might, nor expect that Providence fhall, out of refpect to his divine right, fight his battles for him, while he looks idly on, fays, The means that Heaven yields must be embraced, To which the king, after expreffing a contempt for Bolinbroke and his adherents, makes a reply agreeable to the vain notion and political fuperftition of thofe times, with regard to the abfurd doctrine of indefeafible right. King. Not all the water in the rough rude fea For every man that Bolinbroke hath preft, Weak men must fall, for Heaven still guards the right. However, he afterwards begins to fpeak more rationally upon this fubject; for though he appears a little caft down at first, yet, on hearing fome further ill news, he rouzes himself again, in the following fpeech: King. I had forgot myfelf. Am I not king? Is not the king's name forty-thousand names * ? SCENE IV. But this poor abdicating king had no true heroism in his foul; for, upon the intelligence of fome more crofs events arriving to him juft after, he fuddenly drops the character of a fighting prince, and immediately finks into that of a preaching priest. Enter Scroop. Scroop. More health and happiness betide my liege, The worst is death, and death will have his day. This kind of homily he continues afterwards, in the fame Scene; including, however, fome good reflections on the unftable and unfatisfactory state of mortality, even in the highest spheres of life; which would have become his confeffor better than they did himself, as the spirited Bishop, a true fon of the church militant, tells him, in the clofe of the following paffage. Aumerle. Where is the duke, my father, with his power? Make duft our paper, and with rainy eyes There is the fame thought in Richard the Third. "Befides, the king's name " is a tower of ftrength." Save our depofed bodies to the ground? Keeps Death his court; and there the antick fits, To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks; As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Bishop. My lord, wife men ne'er wail their prefent woes, To fear the foe, fince fear oppreffeth ftrength, Gives, in your weakness, ftrength unto your foe 3 And fo your follies fight against yourself. Fear, and be flain; no worse can come from fight; There are several other paffages of the fame kind, in this and the fubfequent Act, where Richard alternately rifes to a vain confidence in his indefeasible right, and then finks again under a defpondency about his fortunes; which I fhall not disgust the Reader with here, as the reprefentation of a great In these three lines our author feems to have minuted down notes for his Henry VI. Richard III. Macbeth, and Hamlet. By this expreffion may be meant the popular fuperftition of the divine right of kings. man man fuffering misfortunes meanly, is rather an object of contempt than of compaffion. In the latter part of this Scene, upon his finding matters growing worse and worse, he exclaims, By Heaven, I'll hate him everlaftingly, That bids me be of comfort, any more. Doctor Johnson has prevented my obfervation on this paffage, by a note of his upon it. "This fentiment is drawn from Nature. Nothing " is more offenfive to a mind convinced that its di"ftrefs is without a remedy, and preparing to submit "quietly to irrefiftible calamity, than those petty "and conjectured comforts which unfkilful officiouf "nefs thinks it virtue to administer." ACT V. SCENE I. There is fomething, however, extremely affecting, in what this unhappy man fays to his queen, upon her lamenting the mifery of his fituation. King. Join not with grief, fair woman, de not fo, This short sentence lays hold of the heart, makes us forget him as a king, and feel for him as a man. The fondness of his expreffion too, of fair woman, increases the tenderness of our regret at the additional unhappiness of their feparation. SCENE II. This poor moralizing prince makes a very juft obfervation here, on the nature of all alliances in vice. The King to Northumberland. Northumberland, thou ladder, wherewithal And he shall think that thou who know'it the way To |