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· Drove back again unto my native clime? What boded this, but well-forewarning wind Did seem to say,--Seek not a scorpion's nest, * Nor set no footing on this unkind shore ? * What did I then, but curs’d the gentle gusts, * And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves; * And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore, * Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock? * Yet Æolus would not be a murderer, * But left that hateful office unto thee : * The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me; * Knowing, that thou would'st have me drown'd on
shore, * With tears as salt as sea through thy unkindness : * The splitting rocks cow'rd in the sinking sands, * And would not dash me with their ragged sides; * Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, * Might in thy palace perish Margaret. * As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, * When from the shore the tempest beat us back, * I stood upon the hatches in the storm : * And when the dusky sky began to rob
My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view, * I took a costly jewel from my neck,* A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, * And threw it towards thy land;-the sea receiv'd it; * And so, I wish’d, thy body might my heart: * And even with this, I lost fair England's view, * And bid mine eyes be packing with my
heart; * And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles, * For losing ken of Albion's wished coast. * How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue
4 The splitting rocks, &c.] The sense seems to be this.- The rocks hid themselves in the sands, which sunk to receive them into their bosom. STEEVENS.
s Might in thy palace perish Margaret.] The verb perish is here used actively.
* (The agent of thy foul inconstancy,) * To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did, * When he to madding Dido, would unfold * His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy & * Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like
him ? * Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret! * For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long.
Noise within. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY.
The Commons press to the door. · War. It is reported, mighty sovereign, • That good duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means, The commons, like an angry hive of bees, That want their leader, scatter up and down, * And care not who they sting in his revenge. Myself have calm’d their spleenful mutiny, Until they hear the order of his death. K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too
true; But how he died, God knows, not Henry :
Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, And comment then upon his sudden death.
War. That I shall do, my liege :-Stay, Salisbury, With the rude multitude, till I return.
[WARWICK goes into an inner Room, and
SALISBURY retires. * K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay my *My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul, * Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life! * If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; * For judgment only doth belong to thee! * Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips * With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain * Upon his face an ocean of salt tears ; * To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk, * And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling: * But all in vain are these mean obsequies ; * And, to survey his dead and earthy image, * What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
* His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy?] The poet here is unquestionably alluding to Virgil ( Æneid I.) but he strangely blends facts with fiction. In the first place, it was Cupid in the semblance of Ascanius, who sat in Dido's lap, and was fondled by her. But then it was not Cupid who related to her the process
of Troy's destruction; but it was Æneas himself who related this history.
The folding Doors of an inner Chamber are thrown
open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his bed: WARWICK and others standing by it. *War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this
body. * K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is made: * For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace : * For seeing him, I see my life in death?
"War. As surely as my soul intends to live • With that dread King that took our state upon him
To free us from his father's wrathful curse, «I do believe that violent hands were laid Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.
Suf. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue! • What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow?
*War. See, how the blood is settled in his face! Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,
? For seeing him, I see my life in death.] i. e. I see my life destroyed or endangered by his death,
8 Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost, &c.] All that is true of the body of a dead man is here said by Waru ick of the soul. I would read:
Oft have I seen a timely-parted corse. But of two common words, how or why was one changed for
• Of ashy semblance, meager, pale, and bloodless,
Being all descended to the labouring heart; Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, • Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; . Which with the heart there cools and ne'er re
turneth * To blush and beautify the cheek again. · But, see, his face is black, and full of blood;
His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man: • His hair uprear’d, his nostrils stretch'd with strug
gling; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg’d for life, and was by strength subdu'd. * Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking;
Hiswell-proportioned beard made roughand rugged, · Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg’d.
It cannot be, but he was murder'd here; « The least of all these signs were probable. • Suf. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke
to death? - Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection ; * And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. 'War. But both of you were vow'd duke Hum
phrey's foes; • And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep: 'Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend ;
the other? I believe the transcriber thought that the epithet timely-parted could not be used of the body, but that, as in Hamlet there is mention of peace-parted souls, so here timely-parted must have the same substantive. He removed one imaginary difficulty, and made many real. If the soul is parted from the body, the body is likewise pa rted from the soul.
I cannot but stop) a moment to observe, that this horrible description is scarcely the work of any pen but Shakspeare's.
JOHNSON 8 His hands abroad 1 display'd,] i. e. the fingers being widely distended.
• And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.
• Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noble
* As guilty of duke Humphrey's timeless death. War. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding
fresh, And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter? Who finds the partridge in the puttock’s nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? Even so suspicious is this tragedy. "Q.
R. Mar. Are you the butcher, Suffolk; where's
your knife ?
Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons ?
Suf. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men; But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart, That slanders me with murder's crimson badge :Say, if thou dar’st, proud lord of Warwickshire, That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death.
Exeunt Cardinal, Som. and Others. War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk
dare him? Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
War. Madam, be still ; with reverence may I say; For every word, you speak in his behalf, Is slander to your royal dignity.
• Suf. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour! If ever lady wrong’d her lord so much, Thy mother took into her blameful bed Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art, And never of the Nevils' noble race.
War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee,