Glo. Sufpicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bufh an officer.

K. Henry. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings mif-doubteth ev'ry bufh; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye,

Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.
Glo. Why what a 9 peevish fool was that of Crete,
That taught his fon the office of a fowl?

And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd,
K. Henry. I, Dedalus, my poor boy, Icarus;
Thy father, Minos that deny'd our course;
The Sun, that fear'd the wings of my fweet boy,
Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the fea,
Whofe envious gulph did fwallow up his life.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words;
My breaft can better brook thy dagger's point,
Than can my ears that tragick hiftory.

-But wherefore doft thou come? Is't for my life?
Glo. Think'ft thou I am an executioner?
K. Henry. A perfecutor, I am fure thou art;
If murd'ring innocents be executing,

Why then thou art an executioner.

Glo. Thy fon I kill'd for his prefumption.

K. Henry. Hadft thou been kill'd, when first thou didit prefume,

Thou hadft not liv'd to kill a fon of mine.
And thus I prophefy, that many a thoufand,
• Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
And many an old man's figh, and many a widow's,
And many an orphan's water-ftanding eye,
Men for their fons, wives for their husbands fate,
And orphans for their parents' timeless death.

9 Peevish fool] As peevishneys is the quality of children, peevish feems to fignify childish, and by confequence filly. Peewish is explained by childi, in a for

mer note of Dr. Warburton.

Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear.] Who fufpect no part of what my fears prefage.

Shall

Shall rue the hour that ever thou waft born,
The owl fhriek'd at thy birth, an evil fign,
The night-crow cry'd, a boding lucklefs Tune,
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempeft fhook down trees,
2 The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pyes in dismal discord fung:
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
And yet brought forth lefs than a mother's hope.
To wit, an indigested deform'd lump,
Not like the fruit of fuch a goodly tree.

Teeth hadft thou in thy head when thou waft born,
To fignify, thou cam'ft to bite the world:

3 And, if the reft be true which I have heard,
Thou cam'ft into the World with thy Legs forward.
Glo. I'll hear no more: die Prophet in thy fpeech;
[Stabs bim.

For this, amongst the reft, was I ordain'd.
K. Henry. Ay, and for much more flaughter after

Glo. What! will th' afpiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought, it would have mounted. See, how my fword weeps for the poor King's death! O, may fuch purple tears be always fhed,

From those who with the Downfall of our House.
If any fpark of life be yet remaining,

Down, down to hell, and fay, I fent thee thither;
[Stabs bim again.
I, that have neither pity, love nor fear.
Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of:
For I have often heard my mother fay,
I came into the world with my legs forward.
Had I not reason, think ye, to make hafte,
And feek their ruin that ufurp'd our right?
The midwife wonder'd, and the women cry'd,
O, Jefus blefs us, he is born with teeth!
And fo I was; which plainly fignify'd

That I fhould foarle, and bite, and play the dog.
Then, fince the heav'ns have fhap'd my body fo,
Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
I had no father, I am like no father.

I have no brother, I am like no brother;
And this word Love, which grey-beards call divine,
Be refident in men like one another,

And not in me: I am myfelf alone.

Clarence, beware; thou keep'ft me from the light;
But I will fort a pitchy day for thee;
For I will buz abroad fuch Prophecies,
That Edward fhall be fearful of his life,
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry, and the Prince his fon, are gone;
Clarence, thy Turn is next, and then the reft;
Counting myself but bad, till I be best.
I'll throw thy body in another room;
And triumph, Henry! in the day of doom.

[Exit.

SCENE

SCENE VIII.

The Palace in London.

Enter King Edward, Queen, Clarence, Gloucester, Haftings, Nurfe with the young Prince and Attendants. K. Edw. NCE more we fet on England's royal

O Throne,

Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies:

What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down in top of all their pride?
Three Dukes of Somerset, three-fold renown'd
For hardy and undoubted champions;
Two Cliffords, as the father and the fon;
And two Northumberlands; two braver men

Ne'er fpurr'd their Courfers at the trumpet's found.
With them the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly Lion,
And made the foreft tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we fwept fufpicion from our Seat,
And made our footftool of Security.
Come hither, Befs, and let me kifs my boy.

[Taking the child.
Young Ned, for thee, thine Uncles and myself
Have in our armours watch'd the winter-night;
Went all a-foot in fummer's fcalding heat;
That thou mightft repoffefs the Crown in peace;
And of our labours thou fhalt reap the gain.
Glo. I'll blaft his harvest, if your head were
laid,

For yet I am not look'd on in the world.

This fhoulder was ordain'd fo thick, to heave? Afide. And heave it fhall fome weight, or break my

back;

Work thou the way, and that fhall execute.

Work thou the way, and that

fhall execute.] I believe we

fhould read,

and this fhall execute.

forehead fays,

Work thou the way,

*

then bringing down his hand and beholding it,

-and this hall execute.

Richard laying his hand on his Though that may ftand, the arm

being included in the fhoulder.

K. Edw.

K. Edw. Clarence and Glo'fter, love my lovely
Queen;

And kifs your princely Nephew, Brothers both.
Clar. The Duty, that I owe your Majefty,
I feal upon the lips of this fweet Babe.

Queen. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother,

thanks.

Glo. And that I love the tree, from whence thou fprang'ft,

Witness the loving kifs I give the fruit.

To fay the truth, fo Judas kifs'd his master;
And cry'd, all hail! when as he meant all >Afide:

harm.

K. Edw. Now am I feated as my foul delights,
Having my country's Peace and Brothers' Loves.
Clar. What will your Grace have done with Mar-
garet?

Reignier her father to the King of France
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerufalem;

And hither have they fent it for her ransom.

K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to
France.

And now what refts but that we spend the time
With ftately Triumphs, mirthful Comick Shows,
Such as befit the pleafure of the Court?

Sound, drums and trumpets. Farewel, four Annoy!
For here, I hope, begins our lafting Joy.

4 Thanks noble Clarence; worthy Brother, thanks.] This Line has been given to King Edward; but I have, with the old Quarto, reftored it to the Queen. THEOBALD.

THE three parts of Henry VI. are fufpected, by Mr. Theobald, of being fuppofititious, and are declared, by Dr. Warburton, to be certainly not Shakespeare's. Mr.

[Exeunt omnes.

Theobald's fufpicion arifes from fome obfolete words; but the phrafeology is like the rest of our authour's ftile, and fingle words, of which however I do not obferve more than two, cán conclude little.

Dr. Warburton gives no reason, but I fuppofe him to judge upon deeper principles and more comprehenfive views, and to draw his opinion from the general ef

fect