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For now he shall be hàng'd first, that's his Enter Guard, three or four Boys; then the


(rascal! 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 'eni!

Die honestly, and like a man. No preaching, 2 Guard. Make room afore there! room

With‘ I beseech yon, take example by me; there for the prisoners ! 1 Boy. Let's run afore, boys; we shall get

I liv’d a lewd man, good people!' Pox on't,

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 you forward? Cook. These are the youths you look for:

Cook. Good master Sheriff, your leave too; And pray, my honest friends, be not so liasty; 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. Here's a wise hanging! Are there

Nor no tune but our own; 'twas done in ale But. D' you hear, sir?


too, You may coine 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 Theyever hang men 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 prnnyworth.

He'll make a sweet return clse 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. Yco. Pox take you,


Guard. Make haste then, and dispatch. D'you call this sport? are thiese

your recrea

Yen. There's day enough, sir. DIust we be hang'd to make you mirth?

Cook. Come, boys, sing chearfully; we Cook. D’you bear, sir?

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! Yeo. Come, Fortune's a whore, I care not Cook. Do you see how that sneaking rogue

who tell her,

scellar, You chip pantler, y... 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 costire


[drinking; Pant. Pray, pray, fellows!

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,

to palter,

(halter. Good goodman manchet, for your

fine disco- Instead of his wages, she gives him a I do beseech you, sir, where are your dollars? Chorus. Three merry boys", and three merry Draw with your fellow's, and be hang'd!

boys, Yeo. lle must now;

And three merry boys are we, * Three merry boys, &c.] In Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, act ii. scene 3, Sir Toby, repeating the names and some scraps of old songs, inentions “ Three merry men we be;" which Mr. Steevens asserts to be a fragment of some old song, which he found repeated in Westward Hoc, by Decker and Webster, 1607 :

* Three merry men,
"And three merry men,

"And three merry meu be we.' And Sir, John llawkins, in the Appendix, produces the following passage, but without noticing froin whence it is taken:

• The wise men were but seaven, ne'er more shall be for me;
• The muses were but nine, the worthies three times three;

And three merry boyes, and three inerry boyes, and three merry boyes are wee.
• The vertues they were seaven, and three the greater bee;
'The Cæsars they were twelve, and fatall sisters thrce.

"And three merry girles, and three merry girles, and three merry girles are wcc.' To these proofs we shall add another, taken from Ram-Alley, or Merry Tricks:

Did I not bring you off, you arrant drub,
« Without a counterbuff? Tooke who comes here,
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 of 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
All under the triple tree!

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.
And ever kept my bottles,
That neither they were musty,

Chorus. Three merry boys, &c.
And seldom less than pottles ; Pant. Oh, man or beast,
For me to be thus siopt now,

Or you at least,
With hemp instead of cork, sir,

That wears or brow or antler,
And from the gallows lopt now,

Prick up your ears
Shews that there is a fork, sir,

Unto the tears
In death, and this the token;

Of me, poor Paul the Pantler,
Man may be two ways killed,

That thus am clipt,
Or like the bottle broken,

Because I chipt
Or like the wine be spilled.

The cursed crust of treason
Chorus. Three merry boys, &c.

With loval knife.
Cook. Oh, yet but look

Oh, doleful strife,
On the master cook,

To bang thus without reason!
The glory of the kitchen,

Chorus. "Three merry boys, &c.
In sowing whose fate,
At so lofty a rate,

Cook. There's a few copies for you. Now,
No taylor e'er had stitching;

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

hcad. The which no taylor can,

But. March fair, march fair! afore, good Wherein I have my wishes,

captain Pantler!



Enter Aubrey and Latorch.
dub. LATORCII, I bare waited here to
speak with you,

And you must hearken-Set not forth your
Of haste, nor put your face of business on;
An honester atfair than this I urge too,
You will not easily think on; and 'twill be
Reward to entertain it; 'tis your fortune
To have our master's ear above the rest
Of us that follow him, but that no inan en-

vies 45-
For I have well consider'd, truth sometimes
May be conveyed in by the same conduits
That falshood is. These courses that he takes

Cannot but end in ruin; empire got
By blood and violence, must so be held;
and how unsafe that is, he first will prove,
Toat, toiling still to remove enemies,
Makes hinself more. It is not now a brother,
A faitliful counsellor of state or two,
That are his danger ; they are fair dispatch’d:
It is a multitude that 'gin to fear,
And think what began there must end in them,
For all the fine oration that was made 'em;
And they are pot an easy monster quell'd.
Princes may pick their suffering nobles out,
And one by ove employ 'em to the block 46;
But when they once grow formidable to
Their clowns, and collers, ware then! guard

themselves 87.


-but that no man envies; For I huve well consider'd, &c.] By this reading, Aubrey's design of employing Latorch to convey a trut! to Rollo was the reason why no man envied Latorch the favour of his mast ter; whereas the real reason was the knowledge of the vile means he had used to obtain it; and this will be implied by changing the particle for into und: Seward.

From the word hearken in the second line, to the particle for in the ninth, seems to be only a collection of different 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 bonest; and reward attends it) (you are in possession of the king's ear, and without envy)-For I have well considered, truth sometimes,' &c.

*6 And one by one employ 'em to the block.] * Convoy 'em' secins a more natural expresa sion; but, as the other is sense, I do not change the text. Seaard.

-ware then, guard themselves.] The omission of a letter in the quarto has inada the subsequent editions turn a noble sentiment into a very poor one. The quarto has no comma between then and guurd; undoubtedly, therefore, instead of closing Aubrey's fine speerh 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 dost vice

gather'st Would not discredit the good name vou

hold Wear thy own face, but put'st on his, and With men, besides the profit to your master, Baits for his cars; liv’st wholly at his beck, And to the public.

And ere thou dar'st utter a thought thine own, Lat. I conceive not so, sir: [them Must expect bis; 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 counsels colour not with reason of state, Yet if thy tongue may step on safely or no; Where all that's necessary still is just. Tien sing'st his virtue asleep 4s, and stay'st The actions of the prince, while they succeed, the wheel Should be made good and glorified, 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 hiin truth! Old Lat. It is to whomsoever

Aubrey Mislikes of the duke's courses.

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; men's hearts

And pluck thy skin over thy face, in sight Shew in their words sometimes.

Of him thou flatter'st! Unto thee I speak it, Aub. I ever thought thee

Slave, against whom ali laws should now conKnave of the chamber; art thou the spy too? Lat. A watchman for the state, and one And every creature that hath sense be arm’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 Âub. Bawd o'th' state,

whisper'st No less than of thy master's lusts ! I now 'Tis better for him to be fear'd than lov'd; See nothing can redeem thee. Dar'st thou Bid'st him trust no man's friendship, spare no mention

blood Affection, or a heart, that ne'er hadst any? That may secure him; “'tis no cruelty Know'st not to love or hate, but by the scale, • That hath a specious end; for sovereignty

------ Ware then guards 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 fate, a bint of which Aubrey in the next scene gives Rollo himself, when he tells him,

You make your guards your terrors by these acts.' Seward. 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!' 98 Then bring'st his virtue 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 nearer the trace of the letters, the latter the more obvious metaphor. Mr. Sympson sending ine the latter as his conjecture too, determined me to give it the preference. Seward. 49 I'll rip thy crown up with my sword at height,

And pluck thy skin over thy face, &c.] I much suspect the first line, to which I can affix so clear idea. What would Aubrey do to him? 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.

• I'll strip thy crown ope with my sword at height.' Seward. 50 That sleep'st within thy master's eur.) Mr. Seward, in his Postscript, says, “ The tale• bearer, whisperer and sycophant, cannot be said to sleep within their master's ear, since * they are generally vigilant and eager to instil their poisonous counsel.' I read, therefore,

• That creep’st within thy master's ear.' We think this a happy ennendation,

read, :

• Break all the latrs of kind; if it succeed, To which he can add nought to equal Nero, An honest, noble, and praise-worthy deed.' But killing of his mother. While be that takes thy poisons in, shall feel Aub. Peace, brave fool, Their virulent workings in a point of time Thou valiant ass ! Here is his brother too, When no repentance can bring aid, but all sir, His spirits shall inelt, with what his conscience A captain of your guard, hath serv'd you long, burn'd,

(inourn'd. With the most nuble witness of his truth And dying in a natterer's arms, shall fall un- Mark'd in his face, and every part about him; There's matter for you now.

That turns not from an enemy. But view him; Lat. My lord, this makes not

Oh, do not grieve him, sir, if you do mean From loving of my master 51.

That he shall hold his place: It is not safe Aub. Loving? no;

To tempt such spirits, and let them wear They hate ill princes most that make them so. their swords;


You'll make your guards your terrors by these Enter Rollo, Hamond, Allan, and Guard.

And throw more hearts off froin you than you Rollo, I'll hear no more!

hold. Hum. Alas, 'tis for


And I must tell you,sir, (with my old freedom, I beseech your lighness.

And my old faith to boot) you have not liv'd su Rullo. Xow! a brother?

But that your state will need such men, such Had not I one myself? did title move me

hands, When it was fit that he should die? Away! Of which here's one, shall in an hour of trial Allan. Brother, lose no word more; leave Do you more certain service, with a stroke, my good cause

Than the whole bundle of your flatterers, T' upbraid the tyrant: I am glad I'm fallin With all th’unsavory unction of their tongues. Now in those times, that will'd some great Rollo. Peace, talker! example

Aub. One that loves you yet, my lord, To assure men we can die for bonesty. And would not see you pull on your own ruins. Rollo. Sir, you are brave; 'pray that you Mercy becomes a prince,and guards him best; hold your neck

Awe and affrights are never ies of love;
As bravely forth anon unto the headsman. And when men 'gin to'fear the prince, they
Allan. 'Would he would strike as bravely, hate him,
and thou by!

Rollo. Am I the prince, or you?
Rollo,'twould make thee quake to see me die. Aub. My lord, I hope
Aub. What's his offence?

I have not utter'd aught should urge that Ham. For giving Gisbert burial,

question. Who was some time bis inaster.

Rollo. Tben practise your obedience. See Allan. Yes, lord Aubrey,

him dead! My gratitude and humanity are my crimes. Aub. My lord ! Rollo. Why bear you him not hence?

Rollo. I'll hear no word more! Aub. My lord-(Siay, soldiers) –

Aub. I

am sorry then. I do beseech your bighness, do not lose There is no small despair, sir, of their safety, Such men for so slight causes. This is one Whose ears are blocked up against the truth. Hath still been faithful to you ; a tried soul Come, captain. In all your father's battles; I have seen him Hum. i do thank you, sir. Bestride a friend against a score of foes: Aub. For what? And look, he looks as he would kill his hun- For seeing thy brother die a man, and bonest? For you, sir, were you in danger, [dred Live thou so, captain; I will, I assure thee, Allan. 'Till he kill'd

(ter; Altho' I die for't too. Conie. His brother, his chancellor, and then his mas

[Exeunt all but Rollo and Lat. 51 My lord, this makes not

For loving of my master.] How do Latorch's words express his sentiments? ' _ This makes not for loving of my master, should seem to imply, that Aubrey's speech shewed no love to Rollo; but Aubrey's answer plainly shews that Latorch spoke something of his own love to his master, and not of Aubrey's. Perhaps the reader may think the old reading may be construed to this sense; and therefore, without disturbing the text, I shall only offer a conjecture of which I am myself very dubious.

Lat. My lord, this rating's

For loving of my master.' i. e. The real cause of your anger to me is my love to my master.' Seward. The simple change of for to from gives an easier and more natural reading:

My lord, this makes not

From loving of my master.' ise, ' All this does not disprove my affection to my master;' to which Aubrey's answer is a proper and apposite reply,



Rollo. Now, Latorch,

Any security but from the stars; What do you think?

Who, being rightly ask’d, can tell man more Lat. That Aubrey's speech and manners Than all pow'r else, there being no pow'r Sound somewhat of the boldest.

beyond them. Rollo, 'Tis his custom.


. All thy petitions still are care of us; Lat. It inay be so, and yet be worth a fear. Ask for thyself. Rollo. If we thought so, it should be worth Lat. What more can concern me his life,

Than this?

[then; And quickly too.

Rollo. Well, rise, true honest man, and go Lat. I dare not, sir, be author

We'll study ourselves a ineans how to reward Ot what I would be, 'tis so dangerous :

thee. But, with your highness' favour and your li- Lat. Your Grace is now inspir'd; now,

now, your highness Rollo. Ile talks, 'tis true; and he is li- Begins to live! from this hour count your joys! cevs'd: Leave him,

But, sir, I must baye warrants, with blanks We now are duke alone, Latorch, secur'd; figur'd, Nothing left standing to obscure our prospect; To

put in names such as I like, We look right forth, bęside, and round about

Rollo. You shall.

[figure. US,

Lat. They dare not else, sir, offer at your And see it ours with pleasure: Only one [it, Oh, I shall bring you wonders! there's a triar, Wish'd joy there wants to make us so possess Husee, an adınirable man; another, And that is Edith, Edith, she that got me A gentleman; and then la Fiske, In blood and tears, in such an opposite minute, The mirror of his time; 'twas he that set it. As had I not at once felt all the flames But there's one Norbret (him I never saw) And shafts of Love shot in me, his whole Has made a mirror, a mere looking-glass, armory,

In show you'd think’t no other; the form oval, I should have thought him as far off as death. As I am given to understand by letter, Lnt. My lord, expect a while, your happi- Which renders you such shapes, and those sa


swers; Is nearer than you think it; yet her griefs And some that will be question d and give an Are green and fresh; your vigilant Latorch Then bas he set it in a frame, that wrought Hath not been idle; I have leave already Unto the revolutions of the stars, To visit her, and send to her.

And so compact by due proportions Rollo. My lite!

Unto their harmony, doth move alone Lat. And if I find not out as speedy ways, A true autoinaton; thus Dædalus' statues, And proper instruments, to work and bring Or Vulcan's stoolsher

Rollo. Dost thou believe this? To your fruition, that she be not watcli'd Lat. Şir! Tame to your highness *, say you have no Why, what should stay my faith, or turn my

sense ? Is capable of such a trust about you, H' has been about it above twenty years, Or worthy to be groom of your delight 52. Three sevens, the powerful, and the perfect Rollo. Oh, my Latorch, what shall I ren- numbers ; der thee

And art and time, sir,can produce such things. For all thy travels, care and love?

What do we read there of Harbas' banquet, Lat. Sir, one suit,

(me. (The great gymnosopbist) that had his butlers Which I will ever importune, 'till you grant And carvers of pure gold waiting at table?

Rollo. About your mathematicians? The images of Mercury, too, that spoke? Lat. Yes, to have

The wooden dove that few? a snake of brass The scheine of your nativity judg’d by them; That hiss'd? and birds of silver that did sing? I have't already erected. Oh, my lord, All these were done, sir, by the matbematicks, You do not know the labour of my fears; Without which there's no science, nor po My doubts for you are such as cannot hope truth, * Tame to your highness, say, &c.] The folio reads,

• Tame to your highness' wish, say,' &c. 5 Or worthy to be secretary of your pleasure.] This indeed is good sense, but it is only the conjectural reading of the late editions, and departs too much from the trace of the letters to be allowed to stand. The old quarto reads, « Or worthy to be

of your delight.' Here a word was 'ost: buwd or pimp, which are his true character, are too coarse names for a man to call bimselt; secretary, steward, and all words but monosyllables are excluded by the measure. Groom therefore seems to bid fairest for being the original. Seward.

We believe the original to have been a coarse word, which occasioned the omission, as ilą some other instances.


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