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What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear,
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
-Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse,
Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head:
Only compound me with forgotten dust;
Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms.-
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form,
Henry the Fifth is crown'd:-Up, vanity!
Down, royal state! All you fage counfellors, hence!
And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness!
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: :
Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,
Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit
The oldest fins the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
* England shall double gild his treble guilt ;

appears to have been unacquainted with the poet's manner, first added the word freil to fupply the fyllable which he conceived to be wanting. The quarto writes the word hower. The other editors have followed Rowe. ST[EVENS.

2 England shall double gild his' treble guilt ;] Evidently the nonsense of some foolish player: for we must make a difference between what Shakefpeare might be supposed to have written off hand, and what he had corrected. These scenes are of the latter kind; therefore such lines by no means to be eiteemed his. But except Mr. Pope (who judiciou''y threw out this line) not one of Shakespeare's editors seem ever to have had so reasonable and necessary a rule in their heads, when they set upon correcting this author. WAR BURTON.

I know not why this commentator should speak with so much confidence what he cannot know, or determine so positively what fo capricious a writer as our poet might either deliberately or wantonly produce. This line is indeed such as disgraces a few that precede and follow it, but it suits well enough with the daggers bid in thought, and whetted on the flinty hearts; and the answer which the prince makes, and which is applauded for wisdom, is not of a strain much higher than this ejected line. JOHNSON.

England

England shall give him office, honour, might;
For the Fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
Shall Aesh his tooth on every innocent.
O my poor kingdom, fick with civil blows !
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
What wilt thou do 3 when riot is thy care?
O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants.
P. Henry. O pardon me, my liege! but for my
tears,

[Kneeling
The moist impediments unto my speech,
I had fore-stalld this dear and deep rebuke,
Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown;
And He that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more
Than as your honour and as your renown,
4 Let me no more from this obedience rife;
Which my most s true and inward-duteous spirit
Teacheth this proftrate and exterior bending!
Heaven witness with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your majesty,
How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign,
O let me in my present wildness die,
And never live to shew the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed !
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
(And dead almost, my liege, to think you were)

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when riot is thy care?] i. e. Curator. A bold figure. So Eumæus is stiled by Ovid, Epift i.

immundæ cura fidelis haræ.T. T. 4 Let me no more, &c.] This is obscure in the construction, though the general meaning is clear enough. The order is, this obedience which is taught this exterior bending by my duteous Spirit; or, this obedience which teaches this exterior bending to my inwardly duteous Spirit. I know not which is right.

JOHNSON, -true-] Is loyal. JOHNSON. Vol. V.

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I spake unto the crown, as having sense, And thus upbraided it: “ The care on thee depend“ Hath fed upon the body of my father; “ Therefore thou best of gold art worst of gold: “ Other, less fine in carrat, is more precious, “ Preserving life 6 in med'cine potable: “ But thou, most fine, most honour'd, moft renown'd, “ Hast eat thy bearer up.” Thus, my most royal

liege, Accusing it, I put it on my head ; To try

with it, as with an enemy
That had before my face murder'd my father,

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The quarrel of a true inheritor.
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Did, with the leaft affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it;
Let heaven for ever keep it from my head,
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!

K. Henry. O my fon! !
Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence,
Thật thou might'st win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Come hither, Harry, fit thou by my bed,
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my fon,
By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways
I met this crown; and I myself know well
How troublesome it sat upon my head.
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,

in med'cine potable :) There has long prevailed an opinion that a solution of gold has great medicinal virtues, and that incorruptibility of gold might be communicated to the body impregnated with it. Some have pretended to make potable gold among other frauds practised on credulity.

JOHNSON.

Better

Better opinion, better confirmation ;
For all the 7 foil of the atchievement goes
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me
But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand,
And I had many living, to upbraid
My gain of it by their affiftances;
Which daily grew to quarrel, and to blood-lhed,
8 Wounding supposed peace. 9 All these bold fears
Thou seeit with peril I have answered ;
For all my reign hath been but as a scene
Acting that argument; and now my death

Changes the mode: for what in me was purchasid,
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort,
So thou the garland wear'st a successively.
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green ;
And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out,
By whose fell working I was first advancd,
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear

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foil-) Is spot, dirt, turpitude, reproach.

JOHNSON. I Wounding supposed peace.] Supposed for undermined.

WARBURTON. Rather counterfeited, imagined, not real. Johnson.

All these bold fears) We should certainly read,

All their bold feats, i. e. Plots, commotions of conspirators. WARBURTON.

There is no need of alteration. Fear is here used in the a&tive sense, for that which causes fear. JOHNSON.

' Changes the mode :-] Mode, here, does not signify fashion, but time and measure in singing, or the pitch in speaking: Modus, a word peculiar to the ancient drama: for the metaphor is continued from the words immediately preceding,

as a scene Atting that argument

WARBURTON. Mode is here, in its usual sense, the form or state of things. Nothing is more easy than to make obscurities and clear thein.

JOHNSON. * -fucceffively.) To order of succession. Every usurper soatches a claim of hereditary right as soon as he can.

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To be again displac'd: which to avoid
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
3 To lead out many to the Holy Land ;
Left reft, and lying still, might make them look
Too near into my Itate. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels ; that action, hence, borne out,
May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
That strength of speech is utterly deny'd me.
4 How I came by the crown, O God, forgive!
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!

P. Henry. My gracious liege,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain and right must my possession be:
Which I, with more than with a common pain,
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.

Enter lord John of Lancaster, Warwick, &c. K. Henry. Look, look, here comes my John of

Lancaster, Lan. Health, peace, and happiness to my royal

father! K. Henry. Thou bring'st me happiness and peace,

son John; But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown

3 To lead out many to the Holy Land;} As plausible as this reading is, it is corrupt. Shakespeare, I think, wrote, To lead our many-our many or meiny, i. e. Our people.

WARBURTON. As plausible as this emendation is, I think it wrong. The sense is : Of those who alisted my usurpation, fome I bave cut off, and many I intended to lead abroad. This journey to the Holy Land, of which the king very frequently revives the mention, had two motives, religion and policy. He durft not wear the ill-gotten crown without expiation, but in the act of expiation he contrives to make his wickedness successful. Johnson.

* How I came, &c.] This is a true picture of a mind divided between heaven and earth. He prays for the prosperity 6. guilt while he deprecates its punishment. JOHNSON.

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