(2) Mail'd up in fhame, with papers on my back; And follow'd with a rabble, that rejoice

To fee my tears, and hear my deep-fetch'd groans.
The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
And when I start, the cruel people laugh

And bid: me be advised how I tread.

Silent Refentment deepest.

* Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; And in his fimple fhew he harbours treafon.

SCENE IV. A guilty Countenance.
Upon thy eye-balls murd'rous tyranny
Sits in grim majefty to fright the world.

Defcription of a murder'd Perfon..

See how the blood is fettled in his face ! Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghoft,

Of afhy femblance, meager, pale and blood-leís; (3) Being all defcended to the lab'ring heart,

(2) Mail'd.] Cover'd in a fleet as a man is in a coat of mail.

* Smooth.] Swallowing waters

Run deep and filent, till they're fatisfied,

And fmile in thousand curls to gild their craft.

The Bloody Brother, A& 2. §. 1.

(3) Being, &c.] There is fome little irregularity in grammar here; I have put a hyphen at blood-lefs, to make it the plainer; being all, i. e. all the blood being defcended, &c. I cannot quite be reconciled to who in the next line; it may indeed be allowed; but I fhould rather tranfpofe that, and read

That in the conflict which it holds with death.

Tho' perhaps, which foon after following, may be an objection. And we may obferve, he ufes who almoft in the fame manner in the fecond page of this Volume:

He gave his Nofe

Who therewith angry

Who,

Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,

Attracts the fame for aidance 'gainst the enemy;

Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er returneth
To blush and beautify the cheek again.

But fee his face is black, and full of blood;
His eye-balls farther out, than when he liv'd;
Staring full ghaftly, like a ftrangled man ;

His hair up-rear'd, his noftrils stretch'd with ftruggling;
His hands abroad difplay'd, as one that grafpt
And tugg'd for life; and was by ftrength fubdu'd.
Look on the fheets; his hair, you fee is fticking;
His well-proportion'd beard, made rough and rugged,
Like to the fummer's corn by tempeft lodg❜d:

It cannot be, but he was murder'd here;
The leaft of all thefe figns were probable.

SCENE VII. A good Confcience.

(4) What ftronger breaft-plate than a heart untainted?

Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel juft;

(4) What, &c.] A little before it is faid,

A heart unfpotted is not eafily daunted.

And

This fentiment is plainly fhadow'd from two celebrated odes of Horace; the 22d of the first book, and the 3d of the 3d book. The firft begins, Integer vitæ, &c.

From virtues laws who never parts,
Without the Moorish lance or bow,
Or quiver ftor'd with poifon'd darts,
Secure thro' favage realms may go, &c.

The other, Juftum ac tenacem propofiti virum, &c.
That upright man, who's fteady to his truft,
Inflexible to ill, and obftinately just,

The fury of the populace defies,

And dares the tyrant's threat'ning frowns defpife, &c.

I only just refer the reader to them, as they are fo generally known; Horace too in his Epiftles has a fine fentiment to this purpose:

-Hic

And he but naked (though lock'd up in steel)
Whofe confcience with injuftice is corrupted.

SCENE VIII Remorfelefs Hatred.

A Plague upon 'em! wherefore should I curfe

them:

Would curfes kill, as doth the Mandrake's groan,
I would invent as bitter searching terms,

As curft, as harsh, as horrible to hear,
Deliver'd ftrongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many figns of deadly hate,
(5) As lean-fac'd envy in her loathsome cave.
My tongue fhould ftumble in mine earnest words,
Mine eyes fhould sparkle like the beaten flint,
Mine hair be fixt on end like one distract:
Ay, ev'ry joint fhould feem to curfe and ban,
And even now, my burthen'd heart would break,
Should I not curfe them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintieft meat they taste!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of Cypress trees!:
Their fweeteft profpect, murth'ring bafilisks!

· Hic murus aeneus eft,

Nil conferre fibi, nulla pallefcere culpa.
Be this thy guard, and this thy ftong defence
A virtuous heart, and spotlefs innocence:
Not to be conscious of a fhameful fin,
Nor to look pale for scarlet crimes within.

Creech.

See

(5) As, &c.] This is as fine a picture of envy as could poffibly be given in fo narrow a compafs: Spencer hath defcribed her twice in his Fae ie Queene, and in both places given us a moft loath fome picture, which Longinus would furely have greatly discommended, when we find him fo fevere on an author, for one line reprefenting a naufeous image. See his Efay on the sublime, fect. 9. Spencer's Faerie Queene, B. 15. 1.4. ft. 30. and B. 5. 1. 12. ft. 29. It may be worth while to remark, how exactly Shakespear suits his language to his characters: how different are thefe curfes from the mouth of Suffolk, to those, from the mouth of Caliban," in the Tempest?

Their fofteft touch, as fmart as lizard's ftings :
Their mufick frightful, as the ferpent's hifs!
And boading fcreach-owls make the concert full !
All the foul terrors of dark-feated hell

*

*

Now by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curfe away a winter's night,
Though ftanding naked on a mountain-top,
Where biting cold would never let grafs grow.
Parting Lovers.

And banished I am, if but from thee:
Go, fpeak not to me: ev'n now be gone-
Oh! go not yet-ev'n thus two friends condemn'd
Embrace and kifs, and take ten thousand leaves,
Loather a hundred times to part than die :-
Yet, now farewel, and farewel life with thee!

Suff. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished,
Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
(6) 'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;
A wilderness is populous enough,

So Suffolk had thy heavenly company,

For where thou art, there is the world itself :
With ev'ry fev'ral pleasure in the world:
And where thou art not, defolation.

(6) 'Tis not, &c] This paffage, as Mr. Wbally has obferved in his enquiry into the learning of Shakespear, is the antient language of love, and employed by Tibullus to his own mistress,

Sic ego fecretis poffum bene vivere fylvis

Qua nulla bumano fit via trita pede:
Tu mibi curarum requies, tu nocte vel atrá
Lumen, & in Solis tu mibi turba locis.

L.4. c. 123

A wilderness, unknown to man, with thee
Were bleft, and populous enough for me;
For where thou art each forrow flies away,

;

.: Defarts are worlds, and night out-fhines the day.

I have often lamented we have not fo good a translation of this delicate poet, and polite lover, as his excellence deferves.

SCENE

SCENE IX, Dying, with the Perfon belov'd, preferable to parting.

If I depart from thee, I cannot live
And in thy fight to die, what wert it else,
But like a pleasant flumber in thy lap
Here could I breathe my foul into the air,
As mild and gentle as the cradie-babe
Dying with mother's dug between its lips.

SCENE X. The Death-bed Horrors of a guilty
Confcience

(7) Bring me unto my tryal, when you will. Dy'd he not in his bed? Where should he die Can I make men live, whether they will or no? Oh, torture me no more, I will confefs Alive again? Then fhew me where he is : I'll give a thousand pounds to look upon himHe hath no eyes, the duft hath blinded them: Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, Like lime-twigs fet to catch my winged foul: Give me fome drink, and bid th'apothecary Bring the ftrong poifon that I bought of him.. ACT IV. SCENE I. NIGHT.

(8) The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bofom of the fea

And

(7) Bring, &c.] Nothing can more admirably picture to us the horror of a guilty confcience, than this frantic raving of the cardinal:

When death's approach is feen fo terrible--

Ah, what a fign it is of evil life!

Thus hath guilt, even in this world, its due reward, and iniquity is not fuffered to go unpunished: the well-weigh ng fuch frightful fcenes might, perhaps, be of no fmall fervice to fuch as defpife lectures from the pulpit, and laugh at the interested representations of divines,

(8) The, &c] See the laft paffage in the Midsummer_night's dream, Spencer, fpeaking of night, fays;

And