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Though standing naked on a mountain top
(Kising his hand,
Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished,
* That thou might llink ufan thy hand thou mightest think od these hy the jeal,
those lips through which a thou. Through which a thousand lighs, fand fighs will be breathed for &c.] That by the impresion of thee. my kifs for ever remaining on
forrows. -Now, get thee hence.—The King, thou know'st, is
Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot live;
- at an hour's poor loss.] She supply. Or perbaps she may means, I believe, at a loss which call the sickness of the cardinal any hour spent in contrivance and the loss of an hour, as it may deliberation will enable her to put some top to her schem“s.
And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
rofive, , It is applied to a deathful wound. To France, sweet Suffolk. Let me hear from thee, For wherefoe'er thou art in this world's globe, • I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.
Suf. I go.
Suf. A jewel lock'd into the woful'st casket
S CE N E X.
The Cardinal's Bedchamber.
Enter King Henry, Salisbury, and Warwick, to the
Cardinal in Bed, . OW fares my Lord ? speak, Beauford,
to thy Sovereign. Car. If thou beest Death, I'll give thee England's
treafure, Enough to purchase such another Isand, So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain,
K. Henry. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is seen fo terrible ! War. Beauford, it is thy Sovereign speaks to thee.
• I'll have an Iris] Iris was the messenger of Juko.
Car. Bring me unto my Trial 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 confess _Alive again ? then shew me where he is, l'll give a thousand pound to look upon him. -He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
- Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, Like lime twigs set to catch my winged soul. - Give me some drink, and bid th' apothecary Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
K. Henry. O thou eternal Mover of the heav'ns,
War. See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!
War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
K. Henry. 3 Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all, Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close, And let us all to meditation.
3 Forbear 10 judge, &c. --] tinue to be admired when pre. Peccantes culpare cave, nam la- judice shall cease, and bigotry
give way to impartial examinaAut fumus, aut fuimus, vel pof- tion. These are beauties that
tumus elle quod hic eft. rise out of nature and of truth
This is one of the scenes the superficial reader cannot miss which have been applauded by them, the profound can image the criticks, and which will con- nothing beyond them.
The Coast of Kent. Alerm. Fight at sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter Cap
lain Whitmore, and other Pirates, with Suffolk,
Is crept into the bolom of the sea;
[Pointing to Suffolk. i Gent. What is my ransom, master, let me know. Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head. Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes yours. Whit. What, think you much to pay two thousand
+ The gaudy, blabbing,-day] That drag the tragick melancholing The epithet blabbing applied to night, the day by a man about to com Wbo with their drowsy, flow, mit murder, is exquisitely beau and flagging wings, tiful. Guilt is afraid of light, Clip dead men's graves ; J considers darkness as a natural The wings of the jades that drag Shelter, and makes night the night appears an unnaturalimage, confidante of those actions which till it is remembered that the cannot be truited to the tell-tale chariot of the night is supposed, day.
by Shakespeare, to be drawn by ibe jades dragons.