War Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend, or foe,. And tell me who is victor, York, or Warwick? Why ask I that? my mangled body fhews, My blood, my want of ftrength, my fick heart fhews, Aud, by my fall, the conqueft to my foe,LIC Whofe arms gave shelter to the princely eagle; Whofe top branch over-peer'd Jove's fpreading tree, To search the fecret treafons of the world. Sent For who liv❜d King, but I could dig his grave? Is nothing left me, but my body's length. Enter Oxford and Somerfet.. Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are, We might recover all our lofs again: The Queen from France hath brought a puiffant power: Ev'n now we heard the news: ah, could't thou fly! War. Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague, Venture to affirm, our paffage is very (22) My parks, my walks, my manors that I bad, ! Fu'n now for fake me; and of all my lands Is nothing left me, but my body's length,] I won't author is imitating Horace here; but, furely, much of a caft with that which I am about to quote. Linguenda tel'us & Domus, & platens stood 197 viT Uxor; neque berum, quas colis, Arborumoia virs of Te præter invifas Cupreffos, Ulla brevem Dominum fequetur. If thou be there, fweet brother, take my hand, N And with thy lips keep in my foul a while, 91 DNA Thou lov'ft me not; for, brother, if thou didst, W Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, m 'That glews my lips, and will not let me fpeak. ad I Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.dbu Som. Ah Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his laft, And to the latest gafp cry'd out for Warwicktori ŵ And faid, commend me to my valiant brother. And more he would have faid, and more he spoke, Which founded like a cannon in a vault, A That might not be diftinguish'd; but, at lafton i War. Sweetly reft his foul.!! Fly, Lords, and fave yourselves; for Warwick bids [Diess Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great power. [They bear away his body, and Exeunt SCENE changes to another part of the Field." Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with Glou-cefter, Clarence, and the reft. K. E. 'HUS far our fortune keeps an upward course, And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory... we But, in the midft of this bright-fhining day, Ifpy a black, fufpicious, threat'ning cloud, That will encounter with our glorious fun, Ere he attain his cafeful western bed : I mean, my Lords, thofe powers, that the Queen Glo. The Queen is valu'd thirty thousand ftrong, If the hath time to breathe, be well affur'd, K. Ed. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, Will thither ftraight; for willingness rids way: Strike up the drum, cry, courage! and away. [Exeunt» SCENE changes to Tewksbury. March. Enter the Queen, Prince of Wales, Somerset, Oxford, and Soldiers. 2. G Reat Lords, wife men ne'er fit and wail their lofs, But chearly seek how to redrefs their harms. What though the maft be now blown over-board, (23) (23) What though the maft be now blown overboard, The cable broke, the holding anchor loft, And balf our failors fwallow'd in the Flood?] The allufion which the Queen purfues here, of the kingdom harrafs'd by the calamities of civil war, to a fhip diftrefs'd by hard weather, feems a elofe copy from this fine draught of Horace : Nonne vides, ut Nudum remigio latus, Et malus celeri faucius Africo, Antennæque gemant? Ac fine funibus Vix durare Carina Piffint impericfius Lib. i. Ode 14. Aquor? Non tibi funt integra lintea, &c. And what is very remarkable, this image in both poets is made on the fame occafion, on the forms of civil fury. Only our poet very judiciously, as ufing it metaphorically, is much fhorter than Horace, who used it allegorically, which requir'd its being drawn out to greater length. There have been fome modern criticks, I know, who won't allow this Ode in the Roman poet to be an allegory on the civil wars; but only a civil invitation to a fhatter'd fhip that bore one of Horace's friends, to fray quietly in harbour. But we may as fafely, I think, go along with Quintilian, (who must have been, at leaft, as well informed in this matter) and he directly fays, the ship is the Roman commonwealth. Totufque etiam ille Horatii locus, quo navim pro republica, fluctuum tempeftates pro bellis civilibus, portum pro pace atque concordia dicit. Luftitut. Orator, lib. vii, sap 6. De Tropis. 1 1 Ms. Warburton. The A The cable broke, the holding-anchor loft, det at tI The friends of France our fhrouds and tacklings ftill But keep our courfe (though the rough wind fay, no,) Prince Methinks, a woman of this valiant fpirit Should, if a coward heard her fpeak thefe words, Infufe his breaft with magnanimity, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. illa cakton I speak not this, as doubting any here: For did I but fufpect a fearful man, Oxf. Women and children of fo high a courage! Som. And he, that will not fight for fuch a hope, Queen. Thanks, gentle Somerfet; fweet Oxford, thanks. Me Prepare you, Lords, for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. Oxf. I thought no lefs; it is his policy, Sam. But he's deceiv'd; we are in readiness. March. Enter King Edward, Glocefter, Clarence, and. K.Ed. Brave followers, yonder ftands the thorny wood, Which by the heavens affiftance and your ftrength, Muft by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I need not add more fuel to your fire, (For, well I wot, ye blaze,) to burn them out. Give fignal to the fight, and to it, Lords. Queen.Lords, Knights, andGentlemen, whatifhould fay, My tears gain-fay; for every word I fpeak,. Ye fee, I drink the water of my eye: Therefore no more but this; Henry, your Sov'reign, Is prifoner to the foe, his ftate ufurp'd, His realm a flaughter-houfe, his fubjects flain, |