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Lend me assistance, that I may partake
War. Great miracle of constancy! my miseries
greatness, To glorify thy vows by such a servitude ? I cannot weep; but trust me, dear, my heart Is liberal of passion : Harry Richmond, A woman's faith hath robb’d thy fame of tri
umph! Oxf. Sirrab, leave off your juggling, and tie up The devil that ranges in your tongue.
. Urs. Thus witches, Possess'd, even [to] their deaths deluded, say,
Thus witches, Possess’d, even to their deaths deluded, &c.] The old copy is imperfect here ; it reads,
Possess'd, even their deaths deluded, &c. Perhaps it may be set right by a change still more slight than that of the text, by reading e'en in, for even. Of the fact itself, the age of our poet afforded unfortunately too many instances.
They have been wolves and dogs, and sail'd in
Kath. You abuse us :
War. Spite of tyranny
When I am turn'd into the self-same dust
Oxf. The lord ambassador,
Kath. Why art thou angry, Oxford? I must be
War. Let it be then
fortunes. Kath. Confirm it with a kiss, pray!
War. Oh! with that I wish to breathe my last; upon thy lips, Those equal twins of comeliness, I seal The testament of honourable vows: [Kisses her. Whoever be that man that shall unkiss This sacred print next, may he prove more thrifty In this world's just applause, not more desertful! Kath. By this sweet pledge of both our souls, I
swear To die a faithful widow to thy bed ; Not to be forced or won : oh, never, never!
s The better genius of Ford, which had so admirably served him hitherto, appears to have left his side, at this moment; he would not else have permitted Katherine to injure herself by a speech for which there was not the slightest occasion. She should have had nothing in common with the Player Queen, no, not even an oath.
Enter SURREY, DAWBENEY, HUNTLEY, and
[WARBECK is taken out of the stocks.
Sur. Prepare your journey
Hunt. I never pointed
Kath. You will forgive me, noble sir.
Hunt. Yes, yes ;
unhappy madman, Wilfully foolish!] The 4to, by an unlucky transposition, reads " madam."
No cordial, but the wonder of your frailty, Which keeps so firm a station.—We are parted.
War. We are. A crown of peace renew thy age, Most honourable Huntley! Worthy Crawford ! We may embrace; I never thought thee injury.
Craw. Nor was I ever guilty of neglect Which might procure such thought; I take my
leave, sir. War. To you, lord Dalyell,—what? accept a
sigh, 'Tis hearty and in earnest.
Dal. I want utterance; My silence is my farewell. .
Jane. Sweet madam,
[To Dal. Dal. Dear lady, Be pleased that I may wait you to your lodgings.
[Exeunt Dalyell and Jane, supporting
Enter Sheriff and Officers with Sketon, AsTLEY,
HERON, and John A-WATER, with Halters about
your followers, appointed To wait on you in death!
War. Why, peers of England, We'll lead them on courageously; I read A triumph over tyranny upon Their several foreheads. Faint not in the moment