P. 208.-110.-357.
K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote.
No more the thirsty Erinnys of this soil
Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;
No more shall trenching war channel her fields,
Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs

Of hostile paces. I have seldom been more surprised than when, in the edition of 1793, I saw Erinnys advanced into the text in the place where I used to read entrance. I could hardly persuade myself that it was not “ the very error of my eyes.” This appears to me as bold an emendation as I ever met with, and to be outdone by no achievement of Bentley or Warburton. Mr. Steevens, fully aware that this reading would not be generally acquiesced in, seems desirous of deterring opposition, by hurling defiance in the teeth of all who should dare to object to its reception. I confess myself obnoxious to all the censure which is denounced against those timid critics who cannot approve this gallant effort of Mr. M. Mason, though sanctioned by the deliberate approbation of Dr. Farmer. Why Shakespeare was less likely to be obscure in the fifth line of a play than in any other I do not perceive. The passage as it stands is certainly difficult; but I incline to think it is rightly explained by Malone to mean, " No more shall this soil have " the lips of her thirsty entrance, or mouth, “ daubed with the blood of her own children.” The expression, thus understood, is, I admit, harsh and licentious. I agree with Malone that her lips refers to soil and not to peace. I incline to prefer damp to daub. Damb is the reading of the folios of 1632 and 1664; the p at the end of the word, being reversed, a common error in printing, damp becomes damb.

P. 270.-111.--360.

Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulcher of Christ,
(Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engag'd to fight,)
Forthwith a power of English shall we ledy;
Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
To chase the pagans, in those holy fields,
Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,
Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd
For our advantage, on the bitter cross.

“ If the reader will turn to the first scene

of “ the first Part of Henry IV, he will see in the “ text of Shakespeare the natural feelings of “ enthusiasm; and in the notes of Dr. Johnson, “ the workings of a bigotted though vigorous “mind, greedy of every pretence to hate and

persecute those who dissent from his creed.”

Gibbon's Hist. of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, c. 58. 4to. 1788. Vol. VI. p. 9.

I think Douce misunderstands this expression. I see no need of changing levy to lead, as Mr. Steevens proposes: the expression is elliptical.

P. 271.-112.-361.

Then let me hear
What yesternight our council did decree,
In forwarding this dear expedience.
West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,
And many limits of the charge set down
But yesternight: when, all athwart, there came

A post from Wales. I do not think limits means regulated and appointed times.

P. 273.-114.-364.

Of prisoners, Hotspur took
Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son

To beaten Douglas. I know not how to pronounce Earl as a dissyllable, as Mr. Malone would have it.

P. 277.-117.368.
Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not
us, that are squires of the night's body, be call'd thieves

of the day's beauty. I have some doubt whether Theobald is not right.

P. 278.-118.-369.
P. Hen.

A purse of gold most resolutely
snatch'd on Monday night, and most dissolutely spent
on Tuesday morning: got with swearing-lay by ;-and

spent with crying—bring in. - May not the meaning be, Lay by your money,

P.

-377. The drone of a Lincolnshire bag-pipe. That by the drone of a Lincolnshire bag-pipe is meant the dull croak of a frog, is, I think, one of the pleasantest conceits that I have met with.

P. 285.-125.-379.

Fal. An old lord of the council rated me the other day
in the street about you, sir; but I mark'd him not: and
yet he talk'd very wisely; but I regarded him not: and
yet he talk'd wisely, and in the street too.

P. Hen. Thou did'st well; for wisdom cries out in the
streets, and no man regards it.

Fal. O, thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed,
able to corrupt a saint.

I believe iteration is rightly explained by Malone.

P. 293.-131.-389.

K. Hen.

But, be sure,

I will from henceforth rather be myself,

Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition.

I understand that condition here means temper or disposition; but the construction I do not understand.

To

that true,

P. 299.135.-396.

prove Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took I wish I could believe with Dr. Johnson that this is a broken sentence, for the thought of putting tongues in the mouths of the wounds is certainly a very poor conceit; but such as it is, Shakespeare appears to have been fond of it; and the passages produced by Mr. M. Mason from Coriolanus and Julius Cæsar prove incontestibly that this is the true meaning of it.

P. 300.-136.-398.
Never did bare and rotten policy

Colour her working with such deadly wounds. I concur with Mr. M. Mason, in preferring base to bare.

P. 300_137.399.

Speak of Mortimer? Zounds, I will speak of him. The editions of 1773 and of 1785 read Yes, I will speak of him. Why, in the editions of 1790 (Malone's) and 1793, (Steevens's) Zounds is substituted for Yes, the editors have not informed us.

P. .-137.400.
And on my face he turn’d an eye of death,

Trembling even at the name of Mortimer,
I perfectly agree with Malone.

P. 305.-141.-405.
Hot. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon;
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear,
Without corrival, all her dignities :
But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!