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Dissembled him the lawful heir of England;
Sur. She haš styled him,
Daw. Jolly gentleman!
Dur. The king's countenance
Daw. Good news; believe it.
1 Sir Taylor is a very unusual method of designating a knight; but perhaps the king does it in scorn.-GIFFORD.
2 Urswick, thine ear.) Christopher Urswick was at this time almoner to the king. He had been chaplain to the Countess of Richmond, who afterward married Thomas Lord Stanley, the elder brother of Sir W. Stanley, the person here implicated; and was trusted by this nobleman with the correspondence between him and Richmond (Henry VII.), and therefore, perhaps, much in his confidence and esteem. His eager importunity to betray the brother of his former patron argues but little for his character; but in those days much consistency is rarely to be found. Weaver, who gives his epitaph (by which it appears that he possessed and resigned several high stations in the church), concludes thus"Here let him rest, as an example for all unjust prelates to admire, and for few or none to imitate.”—The news which Urswick now communi.
Org. By mine; this weapon
Crot. Fy, Orgilus !
Cal. We begin our reign
Crot. [to Org.] Confirm thee, noble sorrow,
1 Mine eyes have been an evidence of credit
Too sure to be convinced.] Convince is used here in the primitive sense of conquered, overthroun. In modern terms,"my evidence is too true to be confused "QIFPORAN
Euph. Could my tears speak,
Org. All goodness dwell among ye!
[Exeunt Crot. Pro. and EUPH.'
him, With honourable mention, make thy choice Of what death likes thee best; there 's all our
Near. Your will commands us.
Cal. To their wisdoms Who are to be spectators of thine end, I make the reference: those that are dead, Are dead; had they not now died, of necessity They must have paid the debt they owed to nature, One time or other.-Use despatch, my lords; We'll suddenly prepare our coronation.
[Exeunt Cal. Phil. and CHRIS. Arm. 'T is strange, these tragedies should never
touch on Her female pity.
Bass. She has a masculine spirit:
Near. Now, Orgilus, thy choice?
Arm. The executioner?
Org. Myself, no surgeon; I am well skill'd in letting blood. Bind fast This arm, that so the pipes may from their conduits Convey a full stream; here's a skilful instrument:
[Shows his dagger.
Bass. I am for you,
Org. Gramercy, friendship!
staff.']-If a proneness, Or custom in my nature, from my cradle, Had been inclined to fierce and eager bloodshed, A coward guilt, hid in a coward quaking, Would have betray'd me to ignoble flight, And vagabond pursuit of dreadful safety; But look upon my steadiness, and scorn not The sickness of my fortune ; which, since Bassanes Was husband to Penthea, had lain bedrid. We trifle time in words :-thus I show cunning In opening of a vein too full, too lively.
[Pierces the vein with his dagger. Arm. Desperate courage! Near. Honourable infamy! Hem. I tremble at the sight. Gron. 'Would I were loose! Bass. It sparkles like a lusty wine new broach'd ; The vessel must be sound from which it issues. Grasp hard this other stick-I'll be as nimbleBut prithee, look not pale-Have at ye !-stretch out Thine arm with vigour, and unshak[en] virtue.
1 This was for the purpose of being grasped during the bleeding; a practice familiar to every village doctor in the kingdom-GIFFORD.
[Opens the vein. Good! oh, I envy not a rival, fitted To conquer in extremities: this pastime Appears majestical ; some high-tuned poem, Hereafter, shall deliver to posterity The writer's glory, and his subject's triumph. How is't, man ?-droop not yet.
Org. I feel no palsies. On a pair-royal do I wait in death; My sovereign as his liegeman; on my mistress, As a devoted servant; and on Ithocles, As if no brave, yet no unworthy enemy: Nor did I use an engine to entrap His life, out of a slavish fear to combat Youth, strength, or cunning ;' but for that I durst
not Engage the goodness of a cause on fortune, By which his name might have outfaced my ven
geance. Oh, Tecnicus, inspired with Phæbus' fire ! I call to mind thy augury, 't was perfect; Revenge proves its own executioner. When feeble man is bending to his mother, The dust he was first framed on, thus he totters—
Bass. Life's fountain is dried up.
Org. So falls the standard of my prerogative in being a creature ! A mist hangs o'er mine eyes, the sun's bright splen
[Dier. Near. Speech hath left him. Bass. He hath shook hands with time; his funeral
1 Youth, strength, or cunning,] I. e. practical skill in tho nude or armo. GuPPORD.