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Norih, gelded of a to pity Line
Willo. Barely in title, not in revenue.
silence, Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue. North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er
speak more, That speaks thy words again to do thee harm ! Willo. Tends, what thou’dst speak, to the duke of
Ross. No good at all that I can do for him ;
are borne In him a royal prince, and many more Of noble blood in this declining land. The king is not himself, but basely led By flatterers; and what they will inform, Merely in haté, 'gainst any of us all, That will the king severely profecute "Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. Rofs. The commons hath he pill'd with grievous
taxes, And lost their hearts : the nobles he hath fin'd For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.
Willo. And daily new exactions are devis’d;
Rols. The earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm. Willo. The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man.
Wat leek to we hearekininananith dinding,
North. Reproach and diffolution hangeth over him.
Ross. He hath not money for these Irish wars,
North. His noble kinsman. Most degenerate king!
Ross. We see the very wreck that we must suffer ; And unavoided is the danger now, For suffering so the causes of our wreck. North. Not so; even through the hollow eyes of
North. Then.thus : I have from Port le Blanc, a bay
And yet we frike not, &c.] Toftrike the sails, is, to contract them when there is too much wind. JOHNSON.
i duke of Exeter,] I suspect that some of these lines are transposed, as well as that the poet has made a biurder in his enumeration of persons. No copy that I have fen, will authorize me to make an alteration, though, according to Ilolinfhead, whom Shakespeare followed in great measure, more than one is necessary. STEEVENS.
Are making hither with all due expedience,
fear. Willo. Hold out my horse, and I will first be there,
[Exeunt, SCENE II.
Queen. To please the king, I did; to please myself,
• Imp out“ ) As this expression frequently occurs in our author, it may not be amiss to explain the original meaning of it. When the wing-feathers of a hawk were dropped, or forced out by any accident, it was usual to supply as many as were deficient. This operation was called, to imp a hawk. So in The Devil's Charter, 1607.. of His plumes only imp the muse's wings.”
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
. With nothing trembles, yet at something grieves,] The following line requires that this should be read just the contrary way,
With something trembles, yet at nothing grieves.
my inward foul
Distinguish form :- ) This is a fine fimilitude, and the thing meant is this ; amongst mathematical recreations, there is one in optics, in which a figure is drawn, wherein all the rules of perspective are inverted: fo that, if held in the fame position with those pictures which are drawn according to the rules of perspective, it can present nothing but confufion : and to be seen in form, and under a regular appearance, it must be looked upon from a contrary Itation; or, as Shakespeare says, ey'd awry.
Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,
Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward soul
Buhy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady,
Q:teen, 'Tis nothing less : conceit is still deriy'd
2 As, though, on thinking, on no thought I think,] We should read, as though in thinking; that is, though mufing I have no diftinct idea of calamity. The involuntary and unaccountable depreilion of the mind, which every one has sometime felt, is here very forcibly described. Johnson.
3 For nothing haih begot my something grief ;
Or something hath, the nothing that I grieve :). With these lines I know not well what can be done. The queen’s reasoning, as it now stands, is this: my trouble is not conceit, for conceit is
liill derived from some antecedent cause, some fore-father grief; 'but with me the case is, that either my real grief hath no real cause, or some real cause has produced a fancied grief. That is, mv grief is not conceit, becaujë it either has not a cauje tike conceit, or it has a cause like conceit. This can hardly fand. Let us try again, and read thus :
For nothing hath begot my fomething grief;
Not something hath the nothing which I grieve : That is ; my grief is not conceit; conceit is an imaginary uneasiness from some paft occurrerce. But, on the contrary, here is real grief without a real caife ; not a real cause with a fanciful Jorrow. This, I think, must be the meanings harsh at the beit, yet belter than contradiction or absurdity. JOHNSON.
A'Tis in reversion that I do polos;
But what it is, that is not yet known, &c.] I am about to propose an interpretation which many will think harih, and which I do not otrer for certain. To policis a man, is, in Shakespeare, to inform him fully, to make bim comprchend. To live Podified, is, to be fully informed. Of this sense the examples are pumerous :