The inceffant care and labour of his mind 2 Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in, So thin that life looks through, and will break out. Glou. The people fear me; for they do obferve 3 Unfather'd heirs, and loathly births of nature. 4 The seasons change their manners; as the year Had found fome months afleep, and leap'd them over. Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between; And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, Say, it did fo a little time before That our great grandfire Edward fick'd and dy'd. War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. Glou. This apoplex will, certain, be his end. K. Henry. I pray you, take me up, and bear me Into fome other chamber. Softly, 'pray. Will whisper mufic to my weary fpirit. War. Call for the mufic in the other room. Hath wrought the mure,- -] i. e. The wall. POPE. Wrought it thin, is made it thin by gradual detriment, Wrought is the preterite of work. STEEVENS. 2 The people fear me ;] i. e. Make me afraid; which fenfe the Oxford Editor not taking, alters it to fear it. WARBURTON. 3 Unfather'd heirs,-] That is, Equivocal births; animals that had no animal progenitors; productions not brought forth according to the stated laws of generation. JoHNSON. 4 The feafons change their manners;] This is finely expreffed; alluding to the terms of rough and harf, and mild and foft, applied to weather. WARBURTON. 5 Unless fome dull and favourable hand] Thus the old edi tions read it, evidently corrupt. Shakespeare feems to have wrote, Unless fome doleing favourable handDoleing, i. e, A hand using foft melancholy airs. WARBURTON, I rather think that dull fignifies melancholy, gentle, foothing. Doleing cannot be received without fome example of its ufe, which the commentator has not given, and my memory will not fupply. JOHNSON, K. Henry, K. Henry. Set me the crown upon the pillow here. Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. War. Lefs noise, less noise. [They convey the king to an inner part of the room. P. Henry. Who faw the duke of Clarence? P. Henry. How now! rain within doors, and none abroad! How doth the king? Glou. Exceeding ill. P. Henry. Heard he the good news yet? Glou. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. With joy, he will recover without phyfic. War. Not fo much noife, my lords. Sweet prince, speak low; The king, your father, is difpos'd to fleep. king. War. Will't please your grace to go along with us? O polish'd perturbation! golden care! 6 This fleep is found, indeed; this is a fleep [Putting it on his head. Which heaven fhall guard: and put the world's whole ferength Into one giant arm, it fhall not force This lineal honour from me. This from thee Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. K. Henry. Warwick! Gloucefter! Clarence! Enter Warwick and the rest. Cla. Doth the king call? [Exit. War. What would your majefty? How fares your grace? K. Henry. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, Who undertook to fit and watch by you. K. Henry. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let me fee him. War. This door is open; he is gone this way. Glou. He came not through the chamber where we ftay'd. K. Henry. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. this golden rigol] Rigol means a circle. I know not that it is ufed by any other author. STEEVENS. K. Henry. K. Henry. The prince hath ta'en it hence: go, feek him out. Is he fo hafty, that he doth fuppofe My fleep my death? Find him, my lord of Warwick, chide him hither. This part of his conjoins with my disease, And helps to end me.-See, fons, what things you are! How quickly nature falls into revolt, For this the foolifh over-careful fathers Have broke their fleeps with thought, their brains with care, Their bones with induftry; For this they have engroffed and pil'd up When, like the bee, 7 tolling from every flower Our thighs are pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter tafte 8 Yield his engroffments to the ending father. Re-enter Warwick. Now, where is he, that will not stay fo long, 7 telling from every flower] This fpeech has been contracted, dilated, and put to every critical torture, in order to force it within the bounds of metre, and prevent the admiffion of hemifticks. I have reftored it without alteration, but with thofe breaks which appeared to others as imperfections. The reading of the quarto is tolling. The folio reads culling. Toll ing is taking toll. STEEVENS. Yield his engroffments-] His accumulations. JoHNSON. 2 Washing Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; Enter prince Henry. Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry :Depart the chamber; leave us here alone. [Exeunt lords. P. Henry. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Henry. Thy wifh was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Doft thou fo hunger for my empty chair, That thou wilt needs inveft thee with mine honours Before thy hour, be ripe? O foolish youth! What! -Seal'd up my expectation:] Thou hast confirmed my opinion. JOHNSON. half an hour of my life.] It should be remembered that Shakespeare ufes the fame words alternately as monofyllables and diffylables. Mr. Rowe, whofe ear was accustomed to the utmost harmony of numbers, and who, at the fame time, appears |