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Against the torrent of his own opinion 63, That I affect to speak aught may offend you : And therefore, gracious sir, be pleas'd to
think My manners or discretion have inform’d me, That I was born, in all good ends, to serve you, And not to check at what concerns me not : I look not with sore eyes on your rich outside, Nor rack my thoughts to find out to what
purpose 'Tis now employ'd; I wish it may
Rollo. I commend
Enter Hamond, with letters.
you? Rollo, I must not now be troubled with a
thought Of any new design. Good Aubrey, read'em; And as they shall direct you, use my power, Or to reply or execute. Aub. I will, sir.
four guard Rollo. And, captain, bring a squadron of To th' house that late was Baldwin's, and
there wait me.
Rollo. Inspire me, Love, and be thy deity Or scorn'd or fear'd, as now thou favour'st me!
Erit. Hom. My stay to do my duty, may-be,
Aub. Captain, your love
Ham. I attend your pleasure.
Ham. What is contain'd
Captain, you saw the duke when he com
manded I should do what these letters did direct me; And I presume you think I'll vot neglect, For fear or favour, to remove all dangers, How near soe'er that man can be to me From whom they should bave birth. Hum. It is confirm’d.
[refuse, Aub. Nor would you, captain, I believe, Or for respect of thankfulness, or hopes, To use your sword with fullest contidence Where he shall bid
strike. Ham. I never have done. Aub, Nor will, I think. Ham. I hope it is not question'd. Aub. The means to have it so is now prom pos'd you.
( bead! Draw; so, 'tis well; and next, cut off my
Hom. Wbat means your lordship?
Aub. "Tis, sir, the duke's pleasure;
Hum. I'll be a traitor first,
Aub. It must be done; warrant. And that you may not doubt it, there's your But as you read, remember, Hamond, that I never wrong'd one of your brave profession; And, thu' it be not manly, I must grieve That man of whose lovel was most ambitious Could find vo object for his hate but me. Ham. It is no tiine to talk now, llonour'd
sir, Be pleas’d to hear thy servant: I am wrong'd, And cannot, being now to serve the duke, Stay to express the manner how; but it I do not suddenly give you strong proof's Your life is dearer to me than my owi), May I live base, and die so! Sir, your pardon. Aub. I'm both ways ruin’d, both ways
mark'd for slaughter! On every side, about, behind, before me, My certain fate is fix’d! Were i akvave now, I could avoid this; bad my
actions But mere relations to their own ends, I could
'scape now. Obi, Honesty! thou elder child of Virtue, Thou seed of Ileav'u, why, to acquire thy
goodness, Should malice and distrust stick thorns bei ore And make us swim unto thee, hung with
Aub. To be wrought on by rogues, and
dures talk any thing thut was Against the torrent of his own opinion.] The old quarto for was reads runs, a word much preferable to the other. But what during is there to talk only against his own opinion? To talk against such a man as Rollu's was daring indeed in an interior. The words his own are probably a mere interpolation. Opinion, according to the constant usage of all the old poets, is four syllables, or two, at will; and to call it opinion in general, rather than Rollo's in particular, is more elegant.
Sewurd, Mr. Seward, therefore, treating opinion as “four syllables,' omits the words his own. The small change of tulk into bulk, gives good verse, and sound sense.
rm upon her,
Say he knew this before-hand, where am I My rage, like roving billows as they rise, then?
Pour'd on his soul to sink it! Give me llatOr say he do not know it, where's my loyalty? tery,
[bling) I know his nature, troubled as the sea, (For yet my constant soul ne'er knew disseinAnd as the sea devouring where he's vex':, Flattery the food of fools, that I may rock Aad I know princes are their own expounders. hiin Am I afraid of death? of dying nobly? And lull him in the down of his desires; Of dying in mine innocence uprightly? That, in the height of all his hopes and wishes, Have I inet death in all us forms, and fears, His Heav'n forgot, and all his lusts upon him, Now on the points of swords, now pitch'd on My hand, like thunder from a cloud, inay lances,
[him. In fires, in storms of arrows, battles,breaches, I hear him come 64; go, boy, and entertain And sball I now shrink from him, when be
SONG*. courts me, Smiling and full of sanctity? I'll meet bin;
Take, oh, take those lips away, My loval hand and heart shall give this to him,
That so sweetly were forsworn, And, tho'it bear beyond what pocts ieiga
And those eyes, like break of day, A punishment, duly shall meet that pain ;
Lights that do mislead the morn; And my most constant heart, to do him good,
But my kisses bring again, Shall check at neither pale aftright por blood.
Seals of love, tho' seal'd in vain.
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears, Mess. The duchess presently would crave On whose tops the pinks that grow your presence.
Are yet of those that April wcars; Aub. I come; and, Aubrey, now resolve Dut tirst set my poor heart free, to keep
Bound in those icy chains by thee. Thy honour living, tho' thy body sleep!
Rollo. What bright star, taking Beauty's Enter Edith and a boy ; a banquet set out.
In all the bappy lustre of Ileav'n's glory, Edith. Now for a father's murder, and Hlas dropp'd down from the sky to comfort
the ruin All chastity shall suffer if he reign!
Wonder of nature, let it not prophane thee Thou blessed soul, look down, and steel thy My rude hand touch thy beauty; nor this kiss daugliter,
The gentle sacritice of love and service, Look on the sacrifice she comes to send thee, Be otfor’d to the honour of thy sweetness. And thro’that bloody cloud behold iny piety! Edith. My gracious lord, po deity dwells Take from my cold heart fear, from my sex here, pity,
Nor nothing of that virtue, but obedience; And as I wipe these tears off, shed for thee, The servant to your will attects no flattery. So all remembrance may I lose of mercy! Rollo. Can it be flattery to swear those eyes Give me a woman's anger bent to blood, Are Love's eternal lamps he fires all bearts The wildness of the winds to drown his with ? prayers!
That tongue the smart string to his bow? Storm-like may my destruction fall upon him,
those sighs 64 I hear him come.] The following scene is evidently writ in emulation of the famous courtship of Richard the Third to Lady Ann; and though it may fall soinewhat short, every reader of taste will be charmed with so noble a resemblance of that consumate master of dramatic poetry. Rollo is certainly an inferior character to Richard, but Edith much excels Lady Ani, and indeed almost any female character that Shakespeare has drawn. So does Juliana in The Double Marriage, and Lucina in Valentinian. I forgot to mention in the former scenes of this play what were taken from Seneca's Thebais; but it is chiefly Sophia's specches in the first act, which are almost literal translations. Siwurd.
• The famous courtstrip of Richard to Lady Ann' is not one of the happiest scenes of Shakespeare; and if we should allow tható Edith much excels Lady Ann,' we could not by any means add, with Mr. Seward, that she also excels • almost any female character that • Shakespeare has drawn.' Editors are not bound to be partial,
Song.] The first stanza of this song is to be found in Shakespeare's Measure for Measure; and the whole ot' it is printed, as the production of that Author, in the edition ot' bis Poeins published by Swel and Gildon. But Dr. Percy observes, these Gentlemen have inserted therein many pieces not written by our great Bard, and the present is not in Jaya gard's old edition of Shakespeare's Sonnets: We cannot, therefore, with certainty ascrile it to him, R.
The deadly shafts he sends into our souls? Oh, look upon me with thy spring of beauty !
Edith. Your Grace is full of game.
Rollo. By Heav'n, my Edith, Thy mother fed on roses when she bred thee. Edith. And thine on brambles, that have
prick'd her heart out! Rollo. The sweetness of th’ Arabian wind,
still blowing Upon the treasures of perfumes and spices, In all their pride and pleasures, calls thee
Rollo. So you please sit by mc.
Ediih. Of what, sir?
[then; Will you take
my direction? Speak of love Speak of thy fair self, Edith; and while thou speak'st,
(wench. Let me, thus languishing, give up myself, Edith. Il'has a strange cunning tongue.
Why do you sigh, sir? How masterly he turps himself to catch me! Rollo. The way to Paradise, my gentle maid,
[ing, Is hard and crooked, scarce repentance tindWith all ber boly helps, the door to enter. Give me thy hand: What dost thou feel?
Edith. Your tears, sir; You weep extremely.-Strengthen me now,
justice! Why are these sorrows, sir?
Rollo. Thou'lt never love me [left
Edith. I stagger!
Rollo. They're for blood then,
(mischiets. They must thus drop, 'till I have drown's my Edith. If this be true, I have no strength
to touch him. Rollo. I prithee look upon me; turn not
from me! Alas, I do confess I'm made of mischief, Begot with all men's miseries upon me; But see my sorrows, maid, and do not thou
learn, Whose only sweetest sacrifice is softness, Whose true condition tenderness of na
(As I deserve it, lady) for my true love, When thou hast loaden me with earth for
ever, Take heed my sorrows, and the stings I
suffer, Take heed my nightly dreams of death and horror,
[then, Pursue thee not; no time shall tell thy griet's Nor shall an hour of joy add to thy beauties. Look not upon me as I kill'd thy father; As I was smear'd in blood, do thou not hate me;
fance, But thus, in whiteness of my wash'd repentIn my heart's tears and truth of love to Edith, In my fair life hereafter
Edith. He will fool me!
and bless me!
gone for ever;
Enter Humond and Guard,
pain of death,
Rollo. Ilow now? why dost thou stare so?
[office Ham. My brother, and the base malicious Thou mad'st me do to Aubrey. Pray!
Ham. Pray! Pray, if thou canst pray; I shall kill thy
soul else! Pray suddenly!
Rollo. Thou canst not be so trajtorous !
Hum. It is a justice.---Stay, lady!
Edith. 'Tis my glory!
me.-By the gods, Rollo, There is no way to save thy life!
Hum. No: It is so monstrous, no repentance cures it! Rollo. Why then, thou shalt kill her first;
and what this blood
Ham. Poor guard, sir!
nour'd mother, When your most virtuous brother shield-like
held her, Such I'll give you. Put her away.
Rollo. I will not;
A justice c'en for Heav'n to envy at ! I will not die so tainely.
Farewell, my sorrows! and, my tears, take Ham. Murderous villain,
truce! Wilt thou draw seas of blood upon thee? My wishes are come round! Oh, bloody Edith. Fear not;
brother, Kill him, good captain ! any way dispatch
'Till this hour never beauteons; 'till thy life, My body's honour'd with that sword that Like a full sacrifice for all thy mischiers,
[hand! Flow'd from thee in these rivers, never riglaSends his black soul to hell! Oh, but for one teous! Hain. Shake hiin ufi' bravely.
Oh, how my eyes are quarried with their Edith. He is too strony. Strike him!
joys now! Ham. Oh, am I with you, sir? Now keep Niy longing heart e’en leaping out for lightyou from bim !
[thee! What, has he got a knife 65 ?
But, die thy black sins with thee; 1 forgive Edith. Look to him, captain;
Áub. Who did this deed? For now he will be mischievous.
Ham. I; and I'll answer it! [Dies. Ham. Do you smile, sir?
Edith. He faints! Oh, that same cursed Does it so tickle you? Have at you once more! knife has kill'd biin! Edith. Oh, bravely thrust." Take beed he Aub, Ilow? come not in, sir.
Edith. Ile spatch'd it from my land for To him again; you give him too much respite. whom I bore it; Rollo. Yet wilt thou save my life? and I'll And, as they grappiedforgive thee,
Tinents, Aub. Justice is ever equal ! [honest. And give thee all, all honours, all advance Had it not been on him, th’ hadst died too Call thee my friend !
Did you know of his death? Edith. Strike, strike, and hear him not! Edith. Yes, and rejoice in't. Ilis tongue will tempt a saint.
Aub. I'm sorry for your youth then, for Rollo. Oh, for my soul sake!
tho' the strictness Edith. Save nothing of him!
Of law shall not fall on you, that of life Ham. Now for your farewell!
Must presently. Go, to a cloyster carry her; Are you so wary? take you that!
And there for ever leail your life in penitence. Röllo. Thou ibat too!
Edith. Best father to my soul, I give you Oh, thou hast kill'd me basely, basely, basély! thanks, sir !
[Dics. And now my fair revenges have their ends; Edith. The just reward of murder falls My vows shall be my kin, my prayers my
[Exit. How do you, sir? has he not hurt you? Ham. No;
Enter Latorch and Jugglers. I feel not any thing.
Lut. Stay there; I'll step in, and prepare Aub. (within.] I charge you let us pass!
the duke Guard [within). You cannot ye
Norb. We shall have brave rewards! Aub, I'll make way then.
Fiske. That's without question. Guard. We are sworn to our captain;
Lut. By this time, where's my huffing And, 'till he give the word
friend, lord Aubrey? Ham. Now let them in there.
Where's that good gentleman? Oh, I could
laugh now, Enter Sophia, Matilda, Aubrey, Lords and And burst myself with mere immagination: attendants.
A wise man, and a valiant man, a just man, Soph. Oh, there be lies! Sorrow on sorrow Should suffer himself to be juggled out o'th' seeks me!
world, Oh, in his blood he lies!
By a number of poor gipsies ! Farewell, Aub, llad you spoke sooner,
(time. This might have been prevented. Take the For I know thy mouth is cold enough by this duchess,
A hundred of ye I can shave as nearly, Andlead her off; this is no sight for her eyes. And ne'er draw blood in show. Now shall Mat. Oh, bravely done, wench!
sure Edith. There stands the noble doer. My power, and virtue, walk alone; my pleaMat. May honour erer seek thee for thy Olserv'd by all; all knees bend to my worjustice
ship; Oh, 'twas adeed of high and braveadventure, All suits to me, as saint of all their fortunes,
65 A knife.] i. e. A dagger.
6. Quarried.] This is an allusion to falconry. Latham, who wrote in the time of James I., explains the word quarrie ' to be taken for the fowle which is flowne at and slaine at any time, especially when young hawks are fowne thereunto.'. R.
your hire :
Preferråd and crowded to. What full place Aub. But I will see you better paid : Go, of credit,
whip them! And what stile now 67? your lordship? no,
Norb. 'We do beseech your lordship! we 'tis common;
were hir'd. But that I'll think tomorrow on: Now for
Aub. I know you were,
shall have my business. Aub. Who's there?
Whip’em extremely; whip that doctor there, Lat. Ha! dead ? my master dead? Aubrey 'Till he record himself a rogue. alive too?
Norb. I am one, sir, Guurd. Latorch, sir.
Aub. Wbip him for being one; and when Aub. Seize his body!
[hang’d. Lat. Oh, my fortune!
Lead 'em to th’ gallows to see their patron My master dead?
Away with the!!
[They are led out. Millions of gold shall not redeem thy nis Aub. Now to mine own right, gentlemen. chiefs.
1 Lord. You have the next indeed; we all Behold the justice of thy practice, villain; confess it, The mass of murders thou hast drawn upon And bere stand ready to invest you with it, us;
2 Lord. Which to make stronger to you, Behold thy doctrine! You look now for re and the surer .ward, sir,
Than blood or mischiefs dare infringe again, To be advancd, I'm sure, for all your labours ; Behold this lady, sir, this voble lady, And you shall have it. Make his gallows Full of the blood as you are, of that nearness; higher
How blessed would it be By ten foot at the least, and then advance Aub. I apprehend you ; Lat. Mercy, mercy!
[him. And, so the fair Matilda dare accept me, Aub. It is too late, fool;
Her ever constant servantSuch as you meant for me. Away with him!
Mat. In all pureness,
[He is led out. In all humiļity of heart and service, What peeping knaves are those ? Bring 'em To the most noble Aubrey I submit me. in, fellows.
Aub. Then this is our first tie. Now to Now what are you?
our business! Norb. Mathematicians,
1 Lord. We're ready all to put the honour An't like your lordship. Aub. And ye drew a figure ?
Aub. These sad rites must be done first: Fiske. We bave drawn many.
the bodies; Aub. For the duke, I mean, sir.
This, as he was a prince, so princely funeral Latorch's knaves you are!
Shall wait upon him; on this honest captain, Norb. We know the gentleman.
The decency of arms; a tear for him too. Aub. What did he pronrise you?
So, sadly on, and, as we view bis blood, Norb. !e're paid already.
May his example in our rule raise good! -what full place of credit, And what place nou ? ] The second place seems to have been accidentally repeated, instead of some word that implies title, honyur, or dignity, Stile seems to bid fairest of any monosyllable that occurs. Seward.