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Come, I have learn'd, that fearful commenting, Is leaden fervitor to dull delay;
Delay leads impotent and fnail pac'd beggary.
Jove's mercury, and herald for a king.
SCENE IV. Queen Margaret's Exprobation. I call'd thee then poor shadow, painted queen, One heav'd on high, to be hurl'd down below: A mother only mock'd with two fair babes A dream of what thou waft; a garifh flag, To be the aim of ev'ry dang'rous fhot; A fign of dignity, a breath, a bubble; A queen in jeft, only to fill the scene. Where is thy husband now, where be thy brothers? Where be thy children? wherein doft thou joy? Who fues and kneels, and fays, God fave the queen? Where be the bending peers, that flatter'd thee? Where be the thronging troops, that follow'd thee? Decline all this, and fee what now thou art. For happy wife, a moft diftrefs'd widow ; For joyful mother, one that wails the name ; For one being fu'd to, one that humbly fues; For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care; For one that fcorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me ; For one being fear'd of all, (8) now fearing one;
Come, &c.] The favourite apopthegm of Alexander was Mnder avaßaλλopeos: nothing is to be delay'd; and Cæfar, his great rival, in Lucan's Pharfa ia fays,
Tolle moras, femper nocuit differe parati.
Hence dull delays, they harm the cause in hand.
(8) Now fearing one.] It is very poffible to understand and
For one commanding all, obey'd of none.
SCENE V. His Mother's Character of King
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; Thy school days frightful, defp'rate, wild and furious; Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold and venturous; Thy age confirm'd, proud, fubtle, fly and bloody.
ACT V. SCENE II.
True hope is fwift, and flies with swallows wings; Kings it makes gods; and meaner creatures kings.
SCENE III. A fine Evening.
The weary fun hath made a golden fet, And, by the bright tract of his fiery car, Gives fignal of a goodly day to-morrow.
The filent hours fteal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east
give fenfe to this, as it is now read; but I should apprehend the author wrote,
For one being fear'd of all, now fearing all : and this correction not only the next line, but the whole manner of the fpeech, as well as the fuperior elegance given to the paffage, fem to confirm.
O thou! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye: Put in their hands thy bruifing irons of wrath, That they may crush down with a heavy fall Th' ufurping helmets of our adversaries ! Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in thy victory. To thee I do commend my watchful foul, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: Sleeping and waking, oh, defend me still! SCENE V. Richard starting out of his Dream. Give me another horse-bind up my wounds. Have mercy, Jesu
-Soft, I did but dream.
O coward conscience!-how doft thou afflict me?
Confcience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the ftrong in awe.
Richard before the Battle.
A thousand hearts are great within my bofom,
(9) Victory, &c.] The image here is fine and noble : Milton defcribing Satan, fpeaks thus fublimely,
His ftature reach'd the skies, and on his creft,
Sat horror plum'd!
And in another place, he fays,
At his right hand victory
B. 6. v. 762,
SCENE VIII. Alarum. Enter King Richard,
K. Richard. A horfe! a horfe! my kingdom for a horse !
Cates. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a
upon a caft,
K. Richard. Slave, I have fet my life
OVE is a fmoke rais'd with the fume of fighs,
Being vex'd, a fea nourish'd with lovers tears; What is it else? madness moft difcreet,
A choaking gall, and a preferving fweet !
SCENE V. On Dreams.
O then I fee queen mab hath been with you.
The traces, of the fmalleft fpider's web;
(1) Fancy's, &c.] This has been read Fairies, but Mr. Ware burton alter'd it, to Fancy the lines following.
evidently prove the truth of the Reading. Befide, as the is the queen of the Fairies, it would rather be beneath her dignity to be their midwife too. The word shape is ufed in the next line very licentiously for farm, fize, or magnitude,