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Peace after Givil War.
Ofhaken as we are, fo wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to panto
And breathe short-winded accents of new broile
To be commenc'd in stronds a far remote.
No more the thirsty entrance of this foil
(1) Shall damp her lips with her own childrens' blood:
(1) Shall damp.] 1. e. Wet, moisten: the old editions, and with them the Oxford, read dawb; there seems to be something VOL. III.
No more shall trenching war channel her fields,
Nor bruise her flowrets
with the armed hoofs
Of hoftile paces. Those opposed files,
Which like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
All of one nature, of one substance bred,
Did lately meet in the intestine shock
And furious close of civil butchery,
Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks,
March all one way; and be no more oppos’d
Against acquaintance, kindred and allies :
The edge of war like an ill-Aheathed knife,
No more thasi cut his master.
King Henry's Character of Percy, and of his Son
Yea there thou mak'st me fad and mak'st me fin
Should be the father of fo blest a son:
A son who is the theme of honour's tongue,
Amongst a grove the very straiteft plant,
Who is sweet fortune's mirror and her pride:
Whilft I by looking on the praise of him,
See riot and dishonour stain the brow
Of my young Harry. .
Scene III. Prince Henry's Soliloquy.
I know you all, and will a while uphold
The unyok'd humour of your idleness :
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
greatly like Shakespear in that word, but I have kept damp, as it is generally approv'd. The word files, in the fourth line following, is in the old editions eyes, and thus altered by Mr. Warburton: others read a m. I don't know whether eyes might not be justified, but I think fiks preferable. See Upr. p. 343.
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may more be wonder'd at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they feldom come, they wish’d-for come,
And nothing pleafeth but rare accidents.
So when this loofe behaviour I throw off,
And pay the debt I never promised;
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falfify mens' hopes;
And, like bright mettle on a sullen ground,
My reformation glitt'ring o'er my fault,
Shall shew more goodly and attract more eyes,
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
I'll fo offend, to make offence a skill;
Redeeming time, when inen think least I will.
SCENE IV. Hotspur's Description of a finicai
But I remember when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword;
Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress’d :
Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin, new-reap'd,
Shew'd like a stubble-land at harvest home.
He was perfumed like a millener ;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held
(2) A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
(2) Pouncet-box] A small box for musk, or other perfumes then in fashion, the lid of which being cut with open work, gave it its name: from poinfoner, to prick, pierce, or engrave. Šo says Mr. Warburton, and then condemns the next lines as a
He gave his nose: (and took't away again;
Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff). And still he smil'd and talk’d:
And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by,
He call'd thein untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome coarse
Betwist the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
He question'd me; amongst the reit, demanded
My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
(3) I then, all smarting with my wounds, being cold,
Out of my grief, and my impatience
To be fo peiter'd with a popinjay,
Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what;
He should, or should not ; for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk, and smell fo sweet,
And talk fo like a waiting gentlewoman,
and drums and wounds ; (God save the mark !) And telling me the fovereign'It thing on earth
Stupid interlopation of the players : they are certainly not very casy to be defended, but we find many such conceits as there in Shakespear.
(3) I then, &c.] When I first read this passage, I mark'd the lines, as I have printed them, and turning to the ingenious Mr. Edua di's Canons of Criticisme (p. 13.) I found he was of opinion, the lines thould be so transposed : by this means the sense of the patrage is quite clear, and we have no occasion for any alteration. .“ Mr. Warburton in order to make a contradiction in the common reading, and so make way for his emendation, misrepresents Hotspur as at this time (when he gave this answer] not cold, but hot. It is true, that at the beginning of the fpeech he describes himself as
Dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, &c.Then comes in this gay gentleman, and holds him in an idle discourse, the heads of which Hotspur gives us ; and it is plain by the context, it mult have lafted a considerable while. Now the more he had heated himself in the action, the more when he came to stand Itill any time would the cold air affect his wounds, Gr."