Fr. King. We'll give them prefent audience. Go, and bring them. -You fee, this chafe is hotly follow'd, friends. Runs far before them.. Good, my Sovereign, Fr. King. From our brother England? Exe. From him; and thus he greets your Majefty. He wills you in the name of God Almighty, That you diveft yourself, and lay apart The borrow'd glories that, by gift of heaven, By law of nature and of nations, 'long To him and to his heirs; namely, the Crown, And all the wide-ftretch'd honours, that pertain By custom and the ordinance of times, Unto the Crown of France. That you may know, 'Tis no finifter nor no awkward claim, Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanifh'd days, In every branch truly demonftrative, [Gives the French King a Paper. Willing you overlook this pedigree; And when you find him evenly deriv'd Spend their muths.] That nealogy; this deduction of his is, bark; the fportíman's term. Lineage. Memirable Line. ] This ge Edward Edward the Third; he bids you then refign Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the Crown Ev'n in your hearts, there will he rake for it. And therefore in fierce tempeft is he coming, In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove, That, if requiring fail, he may compel. He bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, Deliver up the Crown; and to take mercy On the poor fouls, for whom this hungry war Opens his vafty jaws; upon your head Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries, *The dead mens' blood, the pining maidens' groans, For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers, That shall be swallow'd in this controversy. This is his claim, his threatning, and my meffage; Unless the Dauphin be in prefence here, To whom exprefly I bring Greeting too. Fr. King. For us, we will confider of this further. To-morrow shall you bear our full intent Back to our brother England. Dau. For the Dauphin, I ftand here for him; what to him from England? Exe. Scorn and defiance, flight regard, contempt, And any thing that may not mif-become The mighty fender, doth he prize you at. Thus fays my King; and if your father's Highness The dead mens' blood.] The difpofition of the images were more regular if we were to read thus: Turning the dead mens" blood, upon your head * Shall hide your trefpafs, and return your mock In fecond accent to his ordinance. Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply Nothing but odds with England; to that end, I did present him with thofe Paris balls. Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre3 fhake for it, And these he mafters now; now he weighs time Fr. King. To morrow you fhall know our mind at full. [Flourish. Exe. Difpatch us with all speed, left that our King Come here himself to question our delay; For he is footed in this land already. Fr. King. You fhall be foon dispatch'd with fair conditions. A night is but small breath, and little paufe, [Exeunt. In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought. Suppofe, that you have feen 2 Shall HIDE your trafpafs,] Mr. Pope rightly corrected it, Shall CHIDE WARBURTON. I doubt whether it be rightly corrected. The meaning is, that the authours of this infult fhall fly to caves for refuge. - Paris Louvre] This palace was, I think, not built in thofe times. The The well-appointed King at Hampton Peer 4 Holding due courfe to Harfleur. Follow, follow. These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France? With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. 4 The well-appointed King at Dover peer Embark bis Royalty ;-] Thus all the Editions downwards, implicitly, after the first Folio. But could the Poet poffibly be fo difcordant from himself, (and the Chronicles, which he copied ;) to make the King here embark at Dover; when he has before told us fo precifely, and that fo often over, that he embark'd at Southampton? I dare acquit the Poet from fo flagrant a Variation. The Indolence of a Tranfcriber, or a Compofitor at Prefs, muft give Rife to fuch an Error. They, feeing Peer at the End of the Verte, unluckily thought of Dover-peer, as the best known to them: and fo unawares corrupted the Text. THEOBALD. 5-rivage] The bank or fhore. Dd 3 The The offer likes not; and the nimble gunner 6 With lynftock now the devilish cannon touches, Before HARFLEUR. [Alarm, and Cannon go off.] Enter King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucester; Soldiers, with fcaling ladders. K. Henry. O NCE more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; * Or close the wall up with the English dead. But when the blaft of war blows in our ears, O'er-hang and jutty this confounded base, Now fet the teeth, and ftretch the noftril wide; 6 -lynstock] The staff to which the match is fixed when ordnance is fired. *Or cleft the wall, &c.] Here is apparently a chafm. One line at leaf is loft, which contained the other part of a disjunctive propofition. The King's fpeech is, Dear friends, either win the town, or cle up the wall with dead. The old 4to gives no help. Portage of the head.] Port age, open space, from fert, a gate. Let the eye appear in the head, as cannon through the battlements, or embrafures, of a fortification. His confounded bafe.] His worn or wafted bafe. 7 bend up every Spirit] A metaphor from the bow. Whole |