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To him that did but yesterday suspire',
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child',
1- but yesterday fufpire,] To fufpire in Shakespeare, I believe, only means to breathe. So, in K. Henry IV. P. II:
"Did he fufpire, that light and weightless down
a gracious creature born.] Gracious, in this instance, as in some others, fignifies graceful. So, in Albion's Triumph, a masque, 1631 :
on which (the freeze) were feftoons of several fruits, in their natural colours, on which, in gracious postures, lay children Sleeping." Again, in the same piece:
they stood about him, not in fet ranks, but in several gracious postures."
Again, in the Malecontent, 1604:
". The most exquisite, &c. that ever made an old lady gratious by torch-light." STEEVENS.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,]
Lucan, lib. ix. A French poet, Maynard, has the same thought:
66 Mon dëuil me plaît et me doit toujours plaire, :
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
do. I will not keep this form upon my head,
[Tearing off her head-dress. When there is such disorder in my wit. O Lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure ! [Exit. K. Phil. I fear fome outrage, and I'll follow her.
[Exit. Lewis. 5 There's nothing in this world, can make
me joy :
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Lewis. All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
Pand. If you had won it, certainly, you had. No, no: when fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 'Tis strange, to think how much king John hath lost In this which he accounts so clearly won : Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his prisoner? Lewis. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him. 4 had you such a lofs as I,
I could give better comfort ] This is a sentiment which great forrow always dictates. Whoever 'cannot help himself carts his eyes on others for allistance, and often mistakes their inability for coldness. Johnson.
$ There's nothing in this &c.] The young prince feels his defeat with more sensibility than his father. Shame operates most strongly in the earlier years; and when can disgrace be less welcome than when a man is going to his bride? Johnson.
Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your blood. Now hear me speak, with a prophetic spirit; For even the breath of what I mean to speak Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Out of the path which shall directly lead . Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, mark. John hath seiz'd Arthur ; and it cannot be, That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins, The misplac'd John should entertain an hour, One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest : A scepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand, Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd : And he, that stands upon a flippery place, Makes nice of no vile hold to stay himn up: That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall; So be it, for it cannot be but so.
Lewis. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall?
Pand. You, in the right of lady Blanch your wife, May then make all the claim that Arthur did.
Lewis. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. Pand. How green you are, and fresh in this old
world! John lays you plots; the times conspire with you: For he, that steeps his safety in true blood, Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue. This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal ; That none so small advantage Thall step forth, To check his reign, but they will cherish it : No natural exhalation in the sky, " No scape of nature, no distemper'd day, true blood,] The blood of him that has the just claim.
JOHNSON * No scape of nature,-) The author very finely calls a monstrous birth, an escape of nature. As if it were produced while she was busy elsewhere, or intent on some other thing. But the Oxford editor will have it, that Shakespeare wrote: No shape of nature.
WARBURTON. The old copy reads:- No scope, &c. STEEVENS.
No common wind, no customed event,
Pand. O, fir, when he shall hear of your approach, If that young Arthur be not gone already, Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts Of all his people shall revolt from him, And kiss the lips of unacquainted change ; And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath, Out of the bloody fingers’ ends of John. Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot; And, O, what better matter breeds for you, Than I have nam’d!--The bastard Faulconbridge Is now in England, ransacking the church, Offending charity : If but a dozen French Were there in arms, they would be as a call To train ten thousand English to their side; * Or, as a little snow, tumbled about, Anon becomes a mnountain. O noble Dauphin, Go with me to the king : 'Tis wonderful, What may be wrought out of their discontent: Now that their souls are top-full of offence, For England go; I will whet on the king. Lewis. Strong reasons make strong actions' : Let
us go; If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. [Exeunt.
8 Or, as a little fnow,–] Bacon, in his History of Henry VII. speaking of Simnel's march, obferves, that “ their snow-ball did not gather as it went.” Johnson. strong actions :-) The oldest
reads ;- strange actions: the folio 1632 : - strong. STEEVENS.
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Enter Hubert, and executioners.
Exec. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed.
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Arth. Mercy on me!
Young gentlemen &c.] It should seem that this affectation had found its
way into England, as it is ridiculed by Ben Jonson in the character of Maiter Stephen in Every Man in his Humour. Again, in Beaumont and Fletcher's Queen of Corinth, Onos fays:
66 Come let's be melancholy." Again, in Lylly's Midas, 1592: “ Melancholy! is melancholy a word for a barber's mouth? Thou should'st say, heavy, dull, and