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Alas! they were beneath your royal pity;
But yet they lived, thou proud man, to confound

thee. Behold thy fate; this steel ! [Draws a dagger.

Ith. Strike home! A courage
As keen as thy revenge shall give it welcome ;
But prithee faint not; if the wound close up,
Tent' it with double force, and search it deeply.
Thou look’st that I should whine, and beg compas-

As loath to leave the vainness of my glories ;
A statelier resolution arms my confidence,
To cozen thee of honour; neithere could I,
With equal trial of unequal fortune,
By hazard of a duel ; 't were a bravery
Too mighty for a slave intending murder.
On to the execution, and inherit
A conflict with thy horrors.

Org. By Apollo,
Thou talk'st a goodly language! for requital
I will report thee to thy mistress richly;
And take this peace along: some few short minutes
Determin’d, my resolves shall quickly follow
Thy wrathful ghost; then, if we tug for mastery,
Penthea's sacred eyes shall lend new courage.
Give me thy hand-be healthful in thy parting
From lost mortality! thus, thus I free it. [Stabs him.

Ith. Yet, yet, I scorn to shrink.

Org. Keep up thy spirit :
I will be gentle even in blood; to linger
Pain, which I strive to cure, were to be cruel.

[Stabs him again. Ith. Nimble in vengeance, I forgive thee! Follow Safety with best success; oh, may it prosper! Penthea, by thy side thy brother bleeds;

1 To tent, to search as a wound; from tent, a roll of lint employed in examining or purifying a deep wound.-NARES's Glossary.

2 So Mr. Gifford's copy; but the meaning of the passage, like a few others in Ford, is more easy to be guessed at than distinctly understood,


The earnest of his wrongs to thy forced faith.
Thoughts of ambition, or delicious banquet
With beauty, youth, and love, together perish
In my last breath, which on the sacred altar
Of a long-look'd-for peace-now-moves—to hea.

[Dies. Org. Farewell, fair spring of manhood! hence

forth welcome Best expectation of a noble sufferance. I'll lock the bodies safe, till what must follow Shall be approved.—Sweet twins, shine stars for

ever! In vain they build their hopes, whose life is shame; No monument lasts but a happy name.

[Locks the door, and exit.


A Room in BASSANES's House.

Enter BassANES. Bass. Athens—to Athens I have sent, the nursery Of Greece for learning, and the fount of know

ledge; For here, in Sparta, there's not left among us One wise man to direct; we are all turn'd madcaps. 'T is said Apollo is the god of herbs,

Then certainly he knows the virtue of them: 1 To Delphos I have sent too; if there can be A help for nature, we are sure yet.

Org. Honour
Attend thy counsels ever.

Bass. I beseech thee,
With all my heart, let me go from thee quietly;
I will not aught to do with thee, of all men.
The doubles of a hare-or, in a morning,

Of discord and ambition: this hot vengeance
Of the just Powers above, to utter ruin
And desolation, had reign’d on, but that
Mercy did gently sheath the sword of justice,
In lending to this blood-shrunk commonwealth
A new soul, new birth, in your sacred person.

Daw. Edward the Fourth, after a doubtful fortune,
Yielded to nature, leaving to his sons,
Edward and Richard, the inheritance
Of a most bloody purchase; these young princes,
Richard the tyrant, their unnatural uncle,
Forced to a violent grave; so just is Heaven!
Him hath your majesty, by your own arm
Divinely strengthen'd, pull’d from his boar's sty,'
And struck the black usurper to a carcass.
Nor doth the house of York decay in honours,
Though Lancaster doth repossess his right;
For Edward's daughter is King Henry's queen:
A blessed union, and a lasting blessing
For this poor panting island, if some shreds,
Some useless remnant of the house of York
Grudge not at this content.

Oxf. Margaret of Burgundy Blows fresh coals of division.

Sur. Painted fires, Without or heat to scorch or light to cherish. Daw. York's headless trunk, her father; Edward's

fate, Her brother, king; the smothering of her nephews By tyrant Gloster, brother to her nature, Nor Gloster's own confusion (all decrees Sacred in heaven), can move this woman-monster, But that she still, from the unbottom'd mine Of devilish policies, doth vent the ore Of troubles and sedition.


-pulld from his boar's sty.) This contemptuous allusion to the armorial bearings of Richard III. is very common in our old wri. ters. Shakspeare has it frequently in his tragedy of this usurper.GIFFORD.

Oxf. In her age, Great sir, observe the wonder-she grows fruitful, Who, in her strength of youth, was always barren: Nor are her births as other mothers' are, At nine or ten months' end; she has been with

child Eight, or seven years at least; whose twins being

born (A prodigy in nature), even the youngest Is fifteen years of age at his first entrance, As soon as known i' th' world tall striplings, strong And able to give battle unto kings; Idols of Yorkish malice.

[Daw.) And but idols; A steely hammer crushes them to pieces. K. Hen. Lambert, the eldest, lords, is in our

Preferr'd by an officious care of duty
From the scullery to a falconer; strange example!
Which shows the difference between noble natures
And the base-born: but for the upstart duke,
The new-revived York, Edward's second son,
Murder'd long since i’ th' Tower; he lives again,
And vows to be your king.

Stan. The throne is fillid, sir.
K. Hen. True, Stanley; and the lawful heir sits

on it: A guard of angels, and the holy prayers of loyal subjects are a sure defence Against all force and counsel of intrusion.But now, my lords, put case, some of our nobles, Our Great Ones, should give countenance and

To trim duke Perkin; you will all confess
Our bounties have unthristily been scatter'd
Among unthankful men.

Daw. Unthankful beasts,
Dogs, villains, traitors!

K. Hen. Dawbeney, let the guilty

Keep silence; I accuse none, though I know
Foreign attempts against a state and kingdom
Are seldom without some great friends at home.

Stan. Sir, if no other abler reasons else
Of duty or allegiance could divert
A headstrong resolution, yet the dangers
So lately past by men of blood and fortunes
In Lambert Simnel's party,' must command
More than a fear, a terror to conspiracy.
The high-born Lincoln, son to De la Pole,
The earl of Kildare ([the] lord Geraldine),
Francis lord Lovell, and the German baron,
Bold Martin Swart, with Broughton and the rest
(Most spectacles of ruin, some of mercy);
Are precedents sufficient to forewarn
The present times, or any that live in them,
What folly, nay, what madness 't were to lift
A finger up in all defence but yours,
Which can be but impostorous in a title.
K. Hen. Stanley, we know thou lov'st us, and thy

Is figur’d on thy tongue; nor think we less
Of any's here.—How closely we have hunted
This cub (since he unlodg’d) from hole to hole,
Your knowledge is our chronicle; first Ireland,
The common stage of novelty, presented
This gewgaw to oppose us; there the Geraldines
And Butlers once again stood in support
Of this colossic statue: Charles of France
Thence call'd him into his protection,

1 Simnel's party.) _Simnel's party (for he himself was a mere poppet in the hands of the Earl of Lincoln) was utterly defeated in the battle of Newark,

2 " Bold Martin Swart," one of the most celebrated of those soldiers of fortune who, in that age, traversed Europe with a band of mercenaries, ready to fight for the first person that would pay them, sell in this action, after “ performing bravely," as the noble historian says, " with his Germans."' Lanberi was taken prisoner. Henry saved his life, for which Bacon produces many good reasons, and advanced him first to the dignity of a turnspit in his own kitchen, and subsequently to that of an under-falconer.-GIFTORD.

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