Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops: And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word;" "For I have heard it [love] is a life in death, "That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath." MALONE. 3 These eyes, which never &c.] The twelve following beautiful lines added after the first editions. POPE. 4 They were added with many more. JOHNSON. Not, when my father-] The old copies read-No, when, &c. The correction was made by Mr. Pope. I am not sure that it is necessary. 5 This doubt derives strength from a subsequent passage: "Duch. I hope he is much grown since last I saw him. "Q. Eliz. But I hear, no." MALONE. My manly eyes did scorn &c.] Here is an apparent reference to King Henry VI. P. III. Act II. sc. i. See p. 52, n. 5. 6 STEEVENS. sweet soothing word;] Thus the quarto, 1598. The folio has sweet smoothing word. MALONE. Smooth is, probably, the true reading. So again, p. 301, line ult: "Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog." See also, Pericles, Act I. sc. ii. STEEVENS. But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, [He lays his Breast open; she offers at it with Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry ;But 'twas thy beauty" that provoked me. Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward ; [She again offers at his Breast. But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. [She lets falls the Sword. Take up the sword again, or take up me. ANNE. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death, I will not be thy executioner. GLO. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. ANNE. I have already. GLO. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and, even with the word, This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. " But 'twas thy beauty-] Shakspeare countenances the observation, that no woman can ever be offended with the mention of her beauty. JOHNSON. ANNE. I would, I knew thy heart. ANNE. Well, well, put up your sword. GLO. Say then, my peace is made. GLO. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine, GLO. That it may please you leave these sad de signs To him that hath more cause9 to be a mourner, • Then man Was never true.] Old copy Then never man was true. For the sake of measure, I have hazarded this slight transposition. STEEVENS. more cause-] The folio-most cause. STEEVENS, And presently repair to Crosby-place:1 For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, ANNE. With all my heart; and much it joys me too, To see you are become so penitent.— Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me. GLO. Bid me farewell. deserve: ANNE. [Exeunt Lady ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKLEY. -Crosby-place:] A house near Bishopsgate Street, belonging to the Duke of Gloster. JOHNSON. Crosby-place is now Crosby-square in Bishopsgate Street; part of the house is yet remaining, and is a meeting place for a presbyterian congregation. SIR J. HAWKINS. This magnificent house was built in the year 1466, by Sir John Crosby, grocer and woolman. He died in 1475. The ancient hall of this fabrick is still remaining, though divided by an additional floor, and incumbered by modern galleries, having been converted into a place of worship for Antinomians, &c. The upper part of it is now the warehouse of an eminent Packer. Sir J. Crosby's tomb is in the neighbouring church of St. Helen the Great. 3 STEEVENS. with all expedient duty-] See Vol. XI. p. 41, n. 6. . MALONE. Imagine I have said farewell already.] Cibber, who altered King Richard III. for the stage, was so thoroughly convinced of the ridiculousness and improbability of this scene, that he thought himself obliged to make Tressel say: When future chronicles shall speak of this, Thus also, in Twelfth-Night, where Fabian observing the GLO. Take up the corse, sirs. GENT. Towards Chertsey, noble lord? GLO. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming. [Exeunt the rest, with the Corse. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, conduct of Malvolio, says: "If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction." From an account of our late unsuccessful embassy to the Emperor of China, we learn, indeed, that a scene of equal absurdity was represented in a theatre at Tien-sing: "One of the dramas, particularly, attracted the attention of those who recollected scenes, somewhat similar, upon the English stage. The piece represented an Emperor of China and his Empress living in supreme felicity, when, on a sudden, his subjects revolt, a civil war ensues, battles are fought, and at last the arch-rebel, who was a general of cavalry, overcomes his sovereign, kills him with his own hand, and routs the imperial army. The captive Empress then appears upon the stage in all the agonies of despair, naturally resulting from the loss of her husband and of her dignity, as well as the apprehension for that of her honour. Whilst she is tearing her hair, and rending the skies with her complaints, the conqueror enters, approaches her with respect, addresses her in a gentle tone, soothes her sorrows with his compassion, talks of love and adoration, and like Richard the Third, with Lady Anne in Shakspeare, prevails in less than half an hour, on the Chinese Princess to dry up her tears, to forget her deceased consort, and yield to a consoling wooer." STEEVENS. |