Prince. That Julius Cæfar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, ry him away. Befides he has never a wooden dagger. 1 M. That was the old way, Goffip, when Iniquity came in like Hocas Pocas, in a Jugler's Jerkin, with falfe fkirts like the Knave of Clubs. And, in The Devil's an Afs, we fee this old Vice, Iniquity, defcribed more at large. From all this, it may be ga- I moralize: Two meanings in Alluding to the Mythologic learn- His And it is equivocator as I am. cator. So far as to the general fenfe; as to that which arifes particularly out of the corrected expreffion, I fhall only obferve that formal-wife is a compound epithet, an extreme fine one, and admirably fitted to the character of the fpeaker, who thought all wisdom but formality. It must therefore be read for the future with a hyphen. My other obfervation is with regard to the pointing; the common reading, I moralize two meaningsis nonfenfe: but reformed in this. manner, very sensible, Thus like the formal-wife Antiquity I moralize: Two meanings in one word. i. e. J. I moralize as the antients And how was that? the having two meanings to one word. A ridicule on the morality of the antients, which he infinuates was no better than equiVocating. WARBURTON. This alteration Mr. Upton very juftly cenfures. Dr. Warburton has, in my opinion, done nothing but correct the punctuation, if indeed any alteration be really neceffary. See the differtation on the old Vice at the end of this play. To this long collection of notes may be added a question, to what equivocation Richard re His wit fet down to make his valour live. Prince. An if I live until I be a man, 2 Glo. Short fummer lightly has a forward fpring. Enter York, Haftings, and Archbishop. [Afide. Buck. Now in good time here comes the duke of York. Prince. Richard of York, how fares our noble brother? York. Well, my dread Lord, fo muft I call you now. Prince. Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours; Too late he dy'd that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath loft much majesty. Glo. How fares our Coufin, noble Lord of York? York. I thank you, gentle Uncle. O my Lord, You faid, that idle weeds are fast in growth, The Prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Glo. He hath, my Lord. York. And therefore is he idle? Glo. Oh, my fair Coufin, I muft not fay fo. York. Then is he more beholden to you than I. Glo. He may command me as my Sovereign, But you have pow'r in me, as in a kinfman. York. I pray you, Uncle, give me this your dagger. York. Of my kind Uncle, that I know will give; Glo. What would you have my weapon, little Lord? York. I would, that I might thank you, as you call me. Glo. How? York. Little. Prince. My Lord of York will still be cross in talk Uncle, your Grace knows how to bear with him. York. You mean to bear me, not to bear with me; Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me. ? Because that I am little like an ape, And being but a toy which is no gift to give.] This is the reading of the quartos; the firft folio reads, And being but a toy, which is no grief to give. This reading made a little more metrical, has been followed, I think erroneously, by all the edi tors. • I weigh it lightly, &c.] . e. I fhould fill efteem it but a trifling gift were it heavier. But the Oxford Editor reads, I'd weigh it lightly, i. e. I could manage it, tho' it were heavier. WARBURTON. 7 Because that I am little like an ape.] The reproach feems to confift in this: at country fhews it was common to fet the monkey on the back of fome other animal, as a Bear. The Duke, therefore, in calling himfelf Ape, calls his uncle Bear. He thinks, that you should bear me on your fhoulders. Prince. My Lord Protector, needs will have it fo. York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghoft; Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. -But come, my Lord, and with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. [Exeunt Prince, York, Haftings and Dorfet. SCENE II. Manent Gloucefter, Buckingham, and Catesby. Buck: Think you, my Lord, this little prating York Was not incenfed by his fubtle mother To taunt and fcorn you thus opprobriously? Gle. No doubt, no doubt. Oh, 'tis a per'lous boy, Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Buck. Well, let them reft. Come, Catesby, thou art fworn As deeply to effect what we intend, As clofely to conceal what we impart. Thou know'ft our reafons urg'd upon the way; What What think'ft thou? is it not an easy matter Cates. He for his father's fake fo loves the Prince, Catef. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. Buck. Well then, no more than this. Go, gentle And, as it were far off, found thou Lord Haftings If thou doft find him tractable to us, Glo. Commend me to Lord William; tell him, His ancient knot of dangerous adverfaries Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this bufinefs foundly. Glo. At Crosby-place, there you fhall find us both. [Exit Catesby. Buck. My Lord, what fhall we do, if we perceive, Divided counfels.] That is, a private confultation, feparate from the known and publick VOL. V. council. So, in the next scene, Lord |