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(Thus leaning on mine elbow, I begin)
(2) That pale that white-fac'd fhore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
true) strikes me on reading the passage.“ Richard says, the traveller and his tootb-pick shall be both at his table, and for my own part, he goes on, when I have suffic'd my knightly stomach, then I shall fit at my ease picking my teeth, and catechising my picked man of countries, i. e. my traveller who has already picked his teeth, and does not take the liberty which I do, to loll on his elbow, and pick bis teeth, being subservient to my commands, and waiting for my catechising him.” In this sense picked is right in the old copies.
(2) That, &c.] Shakespear, like a true lover of his country, has never omitted any opportunity to celebrate it or his countrymen, the reader will find besides the passages in the present play, one in Richard II. A. 2. S. 1. and Cymbeline, A. 3. S 1. Spenser too forgot not to pay due honours to his country in his Fairie Queene, but has given us one whole Canto, which he entitles,
And coops from other lands her iflanders ;
Defcriftion of an English Army.
A chronicle of Briton kings
From Brute to Urbers raigne :
B. 2. C. 106 Neither has Milton omitted to mention his country ; in his admir. able mark of Comus, he calls it
The greatest and the best of all the main ; And his countrymen, An old and haughty nation proud in arms.
(3) With them, &c.] There is a flight error in the pointing here, which I the rather take notice of, as it runs thro' all the editions, and seems to have given the editors a wrong sense of the passage ; 'tis faid, the king is come with the mother qucen,
With her, her niece the lady Blanch of Spain,
Rash inconsiderate, &c.
With lady's faces, and fierce dragon's spleens,
SCENE II. A Boaster, .
SCENE IV. Description of Victory, by the French.
You men of Angiers,' open wide your gates,
By the English. Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells, King John, your king, and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot, malicious day: Their armours that march'd hence, so filver-bright, Hither return all gilt in Frenchmens blood There stuck no plume in any English crest, That is removed by a staff of France. Our colours do return in those fame hands That did display them, when we first marh'd forth; And like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come Our lufty English, all with purple hands, Dy'd in the dying slaughter of their foesi
SCENE V. A compleat Lady. If lusty love should go in queft of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? If zealous love should go in search of Virtue, Where shou'd he find it fairer, than in Blanch? If love, ambitious fought a match of birth Whose veins bound richer blood, than lady Blanch? Scene VI. On Commodity, or Self. Interest.
Rounded in the ear With that same purpose-changer, that sy devil, That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith, That daily break-vow, he that wins of all, Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids, Who having no external thing to lose But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that ; That smooth fac'd gentleman, tickling commodity, Commodity, the biass of the world, The world, which of itself is poised well, Made to run even, upon even ground ; Till this advantage, this vile drawing bials,
This sway of motion, this commodity,
ACT III, SCENEI.
Tokens of Grief. * What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head ? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, Like a proud river peering o'er its bounds ? Be these fad fighs confirmers of thy words? Then speak again, not all thy former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true.
A Mother's Fondness for a beautiful Child. (a) If thou, that bid'ft me be content, wert grim Ugly, and fland'rous to thy mother's womb,
* Wbat. &c.] So Seneca in his Oedipus says,
Effari dubitas ? cur genas mutat color ?
Quid verba quæris? And in his Agamemnon,
Quid racita verfas,
Licet ipfa faleas, totus in vultu dolor eft.
Art thou thus at a loss to speak thy purpose ?
What secret forrows roll within thy breast,
Thus filent ?--All thy looks bespeak affliction. (4) If thoil, &c.] So in the Unnatural combat of Malinger, the father, who was struggling with the violent and fhocking paflion He had conceiv'd for his daughter, observes,