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Thus buldly, bloody tyrant, [thee! Belov'd of Heav'n, whom Heav'n hath thus And to thy face, in Heav'n's high name, dety preserv'd.
[know, And may sweet Mercy, when thy soul sighis
2 Cit. And if he be belov'd of Heav'n, you for it;
trembles ; He must be just, and all his actions so. When under thy black mischiefs thy flesh Rotlo. Concluded like an oracle. Oh, how When neither strength,nor youth,nor friends, great nor gold,
[conscience, A grace of Heav'n is a wise citizen! [just, Can stay one hour; when thy most wretched For Heav'n 'tis makes 'em wise, as't made me Wak'd from her dream of death, like fire shall As it preserv'd me, as I now survive melt thee;
swounds, By his strong hand to keep you all alive: When all thy mother's tears, thy brother's Your wives, your children, goods and lands Thy people's fears, and curses, aud my loss, kept yours,
(power, My aged father's loss, shall stand before That had been else prey to his tyrannous thce
Ther father; That would have prey'd on me, in bed asRoilo. Save him, I say; run, save him, save
saulted me, Fly, and redeem his head! (Exit Latorch. In sacred time of peace. My mother here, Edith. May then that pity,
My sister, this just lord, and all had fill'd That comfort thou expect'st from Heav'n, The Curtian gult of this conspiracy 4*, that Mercy,
(thee, Of which my tutor and my chancellor [nest, Be lock'd up from thee, fly thee! howlings tind (Two of the gravest, and most counted hoDespair, (oh, my sweet father!) storms of In all my dukedom) were the monstrous Blood till thou burst again! [terrors,
heads. Rollo. Oh, fair sweet anger!
Oh, trust no honest men for their sakes erer,
My politick citizens; but those that bear Enter Latorch and Hamond, with a head.
The names of cut-throats, usurers, and tyLat. I came too late, sir; 'twas dispatch'd rants,
[world His head is here.
before; Oh, those believe in; for the foul-mouth'd Rollo. And my heart there! Go, bury him; Can give no better terms to simple goodness. Give bim fair rites of funeral,decent honours. Ev'n me it dares blaspheme, and thinks me Edith. Wilt thou not take me, monster? tyrannous
[ther : Highest Heav'n,
For saving my own life sought by my broGive him a punishment fit for his mischief! Yet those that sought his life before by poison Lut. I fear thy prayer is heard, and he (Tho' mine own servants, hoping to please me) rewarded.
I'll lead to death for't, which your eyes shall Lady, have patience; 'twas unhappy speed; 1 Cit. Why what a prince is here! [sce. Blame not the duke, 'twas not his fauli, but
Cit. How just! Fate's;
[ed, 3 Cit. llow gentle! He sent, you know, to stay it, and command- Rollo. Well, now, my dearest subjects, or In care of you, the heavy object bence
much rather Soon as it came: Have better thoughts of him! My nerves, my spirits, or my vital blood,
Turn to your needful rest, and settled peace, Enter the Citizens.
Fix'd in this root of steel, from whence it 1 Cit. Where's this young traitor?
sprung, Lat. Noble citizens, here; [lord. In Ileav'n's great help and blessing : But, And here the wounds be gave your sovereign ere sleep
1 Cit. This prince, of force, must be Bind in his sweet oblivion your dull senses, Mr. Seward reads,
-1 stand up thus then;
And to thy face; in Ileav'n's high name defy thec.'
I stand up thus then,
“And to thy face,' &c. which supposes an omission easily accounted for; viz. the transcriber taking the words for an accidental repetition; or, tinding words he had but just wrote, hastily passing on to the following line.
And all had felt The Curtiun gulf of this conspiracy.) To feel a gulf is certainly a poor if not an absurd expression; but to fill the gult, as Mr. Sympson reads, is the exact poetical idea which the metaphor demands. Seward.
41 In Ileav'n's great help.] The particle in, which renders this passage stiff and obscure, seems only to have slipt írom the former line, and excluded the true one. Seward,
Either particle is sense.
The name and virtue of Heav'n's king ad- Which, tho' death stop your ears, methinks
should ope 'em. For yours (in chief), for my deliverance ! Assay to forget death. Citizens. Heav'n and his king save our most Edith. Oh, slaughter'd father!
pious sovereign! [Eieunt Citizens. Lat. Cast off what cannot be redress'd, Rollo. Thanks, my good people.- Mother, and bless and kind sister,
[thus The fate that yet you curse so; since, for that And you, my noble kinsman, things borne You spake so movingly, and your sweet eyes Shall make ye all command whatever I With so much grace tilld, that you set on fire Enjoy in this my absolute empery.
The duke's affection, whom you now may rule Take in the body of my princely brother, As he rules all his dukedom: Is't not sweet ? For whose death, since his fate no other way Does it not shine away your sorrows' cloids? Would give my eldest birth his supreme right, Sweet lady, take wise heart, and hear, and We'll mourn the cruel influence it bears, Edith. I hear no word you speak. (tell me. And wash his sepulchre with kindly tears! Lat. Prepare to hear then, Aub, If this game end thus, Heav'n's will And be not barr’d up from yourself, nor add rule the set!
To your ill fortune with your far worse What we have yielded to, we could not let*. judgment.
[joys (Ereunt omnes præter Latorch and Edith. Make me your servant 42, to attend with all Lat. Good lady, rise; and raise your spi- | Your sad estate, till they both bless and speak rits withal,
[command me More high than they are humbled : You have See how they'll bow to you; make me wait, cause,
To watch out every minute. For the stay 43 As much as ever honour'd happiest lady; Your modest sorrow fancies, raise your And when your ears are freer to take in
(tion Your most amendfuland unınatched fortunes, And do iny hopes the honour of your moI'll make you drown a hundred helpless deaths To all the offer'd heights that now attend you. In sea of one life pour’d into your bosom; Oh, how your touches ravish! how the duke With which shall flow into your arms the Is slain already, with your flames embrac'd 4! riches,
I will both serve and visit you, and often. The pleasures, honours, and the rules of Edith. I am not fit, sir. princes:
Lat. Time will make you, lady. [Ereunt. * Let.] i. e. prevent. 42 Make me your servant to attend with all joys
Your sad estate, till they both bless and speak it :
See how they'll bow to you, make me wait, &c.] This strange chaos has just light enough left to slew the general tendency of the passage: viz. That both be and all the courtiers by their humblest obeisance (if she would accept it) would endeavour to turn her sorrow into joy. From the word amendful, in Latorch's first speech to her above, it is highly probable that attend should be umend; that the word courtiers, or some one of the same import, is left out, scems almost evident, and a whole sentence must have accompanied it. We may hope to come very near the sense, however wide we are in guessing at the words of the original. But what is -till they both bless and speak it?' It seems probable that a inistake in the points having joined the two verbs together, the former part was changed, and both falsely inserted to make out something that looked like grammar. I read the whole thus, marking in Italicks what I suppose only to contain something like the sense of the original.
- Make me your servant, make the courtiers all
"See how they'll bow to you,'&c. Seward. Thus runs Mr. Seward's reading: but we cannot follow it, because the text is not in our opinion corrupt, and means (though perhaps with some little inaccuracy of expression, not unusual in our Authors) . Let me attend your melancholy with amusements, 'till they both remove your sorrows, and make it manifest that they do so.'
for the stay Your modest sorrow funcies, &c.] Mr. Seward, we think improperly, substitutes fall for stay. Stay and motion are plainly opposed to each other: He desires her not to remain in her present humble rank, but to let him have the honour of promoting her.'
how the duke
"Is slain alrearly with your flames embrac'd!' This Mr. Seward treats as corrupt, and prints,
Is slain already with your flames ! embrace it.'
For now he shall be hang'd first, that's his Enter Guard, three or four Boys; then the
frascal! Sheriff, Cook, Yeoman of the Cellar, But
A place too good for thee, thou meal-mouth'd ler, and Pantler, to execution.
Cook. Hang handsomely, for shame! Come, leave your praying,
[courtier! 1 Guard. Come, bring these fellows on;
You peaching knave, and die like a good away with 'em!
Dic honestly, and like a man. No preaching, 2 Guard. Make room afore there! room
With‘ I beseech you, take example by me: there for the prisoners !
I liv'd a lewd man, good people!' Pox'on't, 1 Boy. Let's run atore, boys; we shall get
Die me as thou badst din'd; say grace, and no place else.
God be wi' you! 2 Boy. Are these the youths ?
Guard, Come, will vou forward? Cook. These are the youths you look for :
Cook. Good master Sheriff
, your leave too; And pray, my honest friends, be not so hasty;
This hasty work was ne'er done well: Give's There'll be nothing done 'till we come, I as
so much time
[no man, [no more?
As but to sing our own ballad, for we'll trust 3 Boy. llere's a wise hanging ! Are there
Nor no tune but our own; 'twas done in ale But. D' you hear, sir?
too, You may come in for your share, if it please
And therefore cannot be refus'd in justice. Cook. My friend, if you be unprovided of
Your penny-pot poets are such pelting thieves a hanging,
[you They ever hang inen twice; we have it here,sir, (You look like a good fellow) I can afford
And so must every merchant of our voyage; A reasonable pennyworth.
He'll make a sweet return else of his credit! 2 Boy. Afore, afore, boys!
Yeo. One fit of our own mirth, and then Here's e'en enough to make us sport.
we're for you. Yeo. Pox take you,
Guard. Make haste then, and dispatch. D'you call this sport? are these your recrea
Yeo. There's day enough, sir. Must we be hang'd to make you mirth?
Cook. Come, boys, sing chearfully; we Cook. D’you hear, sir? [son, shall ne'er sing younger.
[like well. ou custard-pate! we go to't for high trca
We've chose a loud tune too, because it should An honourable fault; thy foolish father Was hang'd for stealing sheep.
Boys. Away, away, boys! [looks now? Yco. Come, Fortune's a wbore, 1 care not Cook. Do you see how that sneaking rogue
who tell her,
cellar, You chip pantler, you peaching rogue, that
Would offer to strangle a page of the provided us
[rogue you ! That should by his oath, to any man's These necklaces; you poor rogue, you costive
[drinking; Pant. Pray, pray, tellows !
And place, have had a defence for his Cook. Pray for thy crusty soul? Where's
But thus she does still when she pleases your reward now,
halter. Good goodman manchet, for your fine disco- Instead of his wages, she gives him & I do beseech you, sir, where are your dollars? Chorus. Three merry boys*, and three merry Draw with your fellows, and be hang'd!
boys, Yeo. He must pow;
And three merry boys are we, * Three merry boys, &c.] In Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, act ii. scene 3, Sir Toby, ropeating the names and some scraps of old songs, mentious “ Three merry men we be;" which Mr. Steevens
asserts to be a fragment of some old song, which he found repeated in Westward Hoe, by Decker and Webster, 1607 :
« Three merry inen,
* And three merry men be we.' And Sir John Hawkins, in the Appendix, produces the following passage, but without noticing froin whence it is taken :
• The wise men were but scaven, ne'er more shall be for me;
• And three merry giles, and three merry girles, and three merry girles are wce.' To these proofs we shall add another, taken from Rain-Alley, or Merry Tricks:
Did I not bring you off, you arrant drub,
And three merry men, and three merry men,
"And three merry men be wee.' R. The Editor of the second folio thus varies the latter part the chorus,
As ever did sing in a hempen string under the gallows-tree.'
As ever did sing three parts in a string That I, who at so many a feast
Have pleas'd so many tasters, But. But I that was so lusty,
Should now myself come to be drest,
A dish for you, my masters.
Chorus. Three inerry boys, &c.
Or you at least,
That wears or brow or antler,
Prick up your ears
Unto the tears
Of me, poor Paul the Pantler,
That thus am clipt,
Because I chipt
The cursed crust of treason
With loyal knife.
Oh, doleful strife,
To hang thus without reason!
Chorus. 'Three merry boys, &c.
Cook. There's a few copies for you. Now;
farewell, For though he make the man,
Friends; and, good master Sheriff, let me not The cook yet makes the dishes,
Be printed with a brass pot on my head. The which no taylor can,
But. March fair, march fair ! áfore, good Wherein I have my wisheś,
Cannot but end in ruin ; empire got
By blood and violence, must so be held;
And how unsafe that is, he first will prove, Aub. LATORCH, I have waited here to That, toiling still to remove enemies, speak with you,
[legs Makes bimself more. It is not now a brother, And you must hearken--Set not forth your A faithful counsellor of state or two, Of haste, nor put your face of business on; That are his danger; they are fair dispatch'd : An honester affäir than this i urge too, It is a multitude that 'gin to fear, You will not easily think on; and 'twill be And think what began there must end in them, Reward to entertain it; 'tis your fortune For all the fine oration that was made 'em; To have our inaster's ear above the rest And they are not an easy monster quell’d. Of us that follow biın, but that no man en- Princes may pick their suffering nobles out, vies 45
And one by one employ 'ein to the block 46 ; For I hare well consider'd, truth sometimes But when they once grow formidable to May be conveyed in by the same conduits Their clowns, and coblers, ware then! guard That falshood is. These courses that he takes themselves 17. 45 but that no man envies;
For I have well consider'd, &c.] By this reading, Aubrey's design of employing Latorch to convey a truth to Rollo was the reason why no man envied Latorch the favour of his mag ter; whereas the real reason was the knowledge of the vile means he had used to obtain ita and this will be implied by changing the particle for into and. Seward.
From the word hearken in the second line, to the particle for in the ninth, seems to be only a collection of ilifferent parentheses, and that particle to be genuine: Latorch, I have waited here to speak with you, and you must hearken---(pretend not haste) (the business is honest, and reward attends it) (you are in possession of the king's ear, and with out envy)
-For I hare well considered, truth sometimes,' &c. 46 And one by me employ 'em to the block.] Conroy 'em' seeins a more natural expression; but, as the other is sense, I do not change the text. Seward.
-uure then, guard themselves.] The omission of a letter in the quarto has made the subsequent editions turn a noble sentiment into a very poor one. The quarto has no comma between then and guard; andoubtedly, therefore, instead of closing Aubrey's tire Speech with . Then is their danger, ware then, let them then guard themselves,' we should VOL. II. y
If thou durst tell him this, Latorch, the ser- As thy prince does't before thee? That dose vice
[gather's Would not discredit the good nampe you hold Wear thy own face, but put'st on his, and With men, besides the profit to your master, Baits for his cars; lis'st wholly at his beck, And to the public.
And ere thou dar'st utter a thought thine oun, Lut. I conceive not so, sir: [them Must expect his; creep'st forth and wad'st They're airy fears; and why should I object into bim Unto his fancy? wound what is yet sound? As if thou wert to pass a ford, there proving Your coupsels colour not with reason of state, Yet if thy tongue may step on sately or no ; Where all that's necessary still is just. Then sing'st his virtue asleeps, and stay'st The actions of the prince, while they succeed, the wheel Should be made good and gloritied, not ques- Both of his reason and judgment, that they tion'd.
move not; Men do but shew their ill affections, White'st over all his vices; and at last That
Dost draw a cloud of words before his eyes, Aub. What? Speak out!
'Till he can neither see thee nor himself? Lat. Do murmur 'gainst their masters. Wretch, I dare give him honest counsels, I, Aub. Is this to me?
And love him while I tell him truth! Old Lat. It is to whomsoever
Aubrey Mislikes of the duke's courscs.
Dares go the straightest way, which still's the Aub. Ay! is't so?
shortest, At your stateward, sir?
Walk on the thorns thou scatter'st, parasite, Lat. I am sworn to hear
And tread 'em unto nothing; and if thou Nothing may prejudice the prince.
Then let'st a look fall, of the least dislike, Aub. Why, do you?
I'll rip thy crown up with my sword at Or have you, ha?
height 49, Lat. I cannot tell; mon's hearts
And pluck thy skin over thy face, in sight Shew in their words sometimes.
Of bim thou flatter'st! Unto thee I speak it, Aub. I ever thought thee
Slave, against whom all laws should now cor's Knave of the chamber; art thou the spy too? spire, Lat. A watchman for the state, and one And every creature that hath sense be arun'd, that's known,
As 'gainst the common enemy of mankind; Sir, to be rightly affected.
That creep'st within thy master's ear 50, and Aub. Bawd o'th'state,
whisper'st No less than of thy master's lusts ! I now 'Tis better for him to be fcard than lov'd; See nothing can redeem thee. Dar'st thou Bid'st him trust no nian's friendship, spare no mention
blood Affection, or a heart, that ne'er hadst auv? That may secure him; “ 'tis no cruelty Know'st not to love or hate, but by the scale, * That hath a specious end; tor sovereignty read, ware then guarıls themselves; ' i.e. When a prince is hated by all his subjects, his very guards will become his enemies, and be the first to destroy him. The histories of almost all tyrants in the world confirm this observation. And it is a sort of prophecy of Rollo's íate, a hint of which Aubrey in the next scene gives Rollo bimselt, when he tells ban,
You make your guurds your terrors by these acts.' Senard. We think the old reading right, and means simply, that it is then time for them to beware, and to guard themselves;' a sentiment which is familiarly enough expressed, after the manner of our Authors, by the words,
Ware then, guard themselves!' 48 Then bring'st his virtuc asleep.] That bring'st is a corruption seems evident; but I was doubtful whether I should read ring'st or sing'st; the former is ncarer the trace of the letters, the latter the more obvious metaphor. Mr. Sympson sending me the latter as his cojecture too, determined me to give it the preference. Seward. 49 I'll rip thy croun np with my sword at height,
And pluck thy skin over thy face, &c.] I much suspect the first line, to which I can affix no clear idea. What would Aubrey do to bim? It should seem, that he would with his sword strip open the crown of his head, and pluck his skin over his face. The following conjecture will give this reading more clearly than the former, but not so clearly as I could wish, and therefore I do not put it into the text.
'l'll strip thy crown ope with iny sword at height.' Seward. 50 That sleep'st within thy master's car.] Mr. Šeward, in his Postscript, says, “ The talebearer, whisperer and sycophant, cannot be said to sleep within their master's ear, since they are genera ly vigilant and eager to instil their poisonous counsel.' I read, therefore,
That creep'si within thy master's ear.' We think this a happy emendation,