Enter Worcester. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? Yes, I will speak of him; and let my foul North. Brother, the King hath made your Nephew mad. [To Worcester. Wor. Who ftrook this heat up, after I was gone? Hot. He will, forfooth, have all my prifoners: And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale. Wor. I cannot blame him; was he not proclaim'd, (Whose wrongs in us, God pardon!) did fet forth From whence he, intercepted, did return [mouth Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide Live fcandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. Hot. But foft, I pray you ;-did King Richard then Proclaim my brother Mortimer Heir to the Crown? North. He did; my felf did hear it. Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his coufin King, That wish'd him on the barren mountains ftarv'd. 4 But I will lift the downfall'n Mortimer] The Quarto of 1599 reads down-trod Mortimer : which is better. But But fhall it be, that you, that set the Crown To Wor. Peace, Coufin, fay no more. 5 On the unfleadfast footing of a spear.] i. e. of a fpear laid acrofs. Enter Worcester. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? Yes, I will fpeak of him; and let In his behalf, I'll empty all these veins, North. Brother, the King hath made your Nephew mad. [To Worcester. Wor. Who ftrook this heat up, after I was gone? Hot. He will, forfooth, have all my prifoners: And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale. Wor. I cannot blame him; was he not proclaim'd, (Whose wrongs in us, God pardon!) did fet forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he, intercepted, did return To be depos'd, and fhortly murthered. [mouth Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide Live fcandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. Hot. But foft, I pray you ;-did King Richard then Proclaim my brother Mortimer Heir to the Crown? North. He did, my self did hear it. Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his coufin King, That wish'd him on the barren mountains ftarv'd. 4 But I will lift the downfall'n Mortimer] The Quarto of 1599 reads down-trod Mortimer : which is better. But But fhall it be, that you, that fet the Crown Wor. Peace, Coufin, fay no more. 5 On the unfeadfast footing of a spear.] i. e. of a fpear laid acrofs. Hot. If he fall in, good night. Or fink or fwim, Send Danger from the east unto the west, So Honour crofs it from the north to fouth; North. Imagination of fome great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Hot. By heav'n, methinks, it were an eafie leap, To pluck bright Honour from the pale-fac'd Moon; 6 By heav'n, methinks,&c.] Gildon,a critic of the fize of Dennis, &c. calls this fpeech, without any ceremony, a ridiculous rant and abfolute madness. Mr. Theobald talks in the fame ftrain. The French critics had taught these people juft enough to underftand where Shakespear had tranfgreffed the rules of the Greek tragic writers; and, on thofe occafions, they are full of the poor frigid cant, of fable, fentiment, diction, unities, &c. But it is another thing to get to Shakespear's fense: to do this required a little of their own. For want of which, they could not fee that the poet here uses an allegorical covering to express a noble and very natural thought. Hot-fpur, all on fire, exclaims against buckstering and bartering for honour, and dividing it into fhares. O! fays he, could I be fure that when I had purchased honour I fhould wear her dignities without a Rival-what then? why then, By heav'n methinks, it were an eafie leap, To pluck bright Honour from the pale-fac'd Moon: i. e. tho' fome great and fhining character in the most elevated orb, was already in poffeffion of her, yet it would, methinks, be eafy by greater acts, to eclipfe his glory, and pluck all his honours from him; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks: i. e. or what is ftill more difficult, tho' there were in the world no great examples to incite and fire my emulation, but that honour was quite funk and buried in oblivion, yet would I bring it back into vogue, and render it more illuftrious than ever. So that we fee, tho' the expreffion be sublime and daring, yet the thought is the natural movement of an heroic mind. Euripides at leaft thought fo, when he put the very fame fentiment, in the fame words, into the mouth of Eteocles- I will not, madam, difguife my thoughts; I could fcale heaven, I could defcend to the very entrails of the earth, if fo be that by that price I could obtain a kingdom. Or |