Doing the execution and the act For which we have in head affembled them? Scroop. No doubt, my Liege; if each man do his best. K. Henry. I doubt not that; fince we are well perWe carry not a heart with us from hence, That grows not in a fair confent with ours: Succefs and conquest to attend on us. [fuaded, Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd, Under the sweet fhade of your government. Grey. True; thofe, that were your father's enemies, Have fteept their gauls in honey, and do ferve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal. [nefs; K. Henry. We therefore have great cause of thankful- Scroop. So fervice fhall with fteeled finews toil; K. Henry. We judge no lefs. Uncle of Exeter, Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security: Cam. So may your Highness, and yet punish too. Grey. You fhew great mercy, if you give him life, After the tafte of much correction. K. Henry. Alas, your too much love and care of me Are heavy orifons 'gainst this poor wretch. If little faults, proceeding on diftemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how fhall we ftretch our eye, When capital crimes, chew'd, fwallow'd and digested, Appear before us? we'll yet enlarge that man, Though Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear care And tender prefervation of our person, Would have him punish'd. Now to our French caufes, Who are the late Commiffioners ? Cam. I one, my lord. Your Highness bad me ask for it to-day. Scroop. So did you me, my Liege. Grey. And I, my Soveraign. [yours: K. Henry. Then Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there is There yours, lord Scroop of Mafham; and Sir Knight, Read them, and know, I know your worthiness. We will aboard to night. Why, how now, gentlemen? So much complexion? look ye, how they change! Out of appearance? Cam. I confefs my fault, And do fubmit me to your Highness' mercy. K. Henry. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, Thou Thou, that didft bear the key of all my counfels, Could out of thee extract one fpark of evil, That admiration did not whoop at them. With patches, colours, and with forms being fetcht But he, that temper'd thee, bad thee ftand up; Gave thee no inftance why thou shouldft do treafon, Oh, how haft thou with jealoufie infected The sweetness of affiance! Shew men dutiful?. Not Not working with the ear, but with the eye, (15) Exe. I arreft thee of high treafon, by the name of Richard Earl of Cambridge. I arreft thee of high treason, by the name of Henry (17) Lord Scroop of Masham. I (15) Not working with the Eye without the Ear,] He is here giving the Character of a compleat Gentleman, and fays, he did not truft bis Eye without the Confirmation of his Ear. But was ever any thing fo prepofterous? When Men have Eyefight-proof, they think they have fufficient Evidence, and don't ftay for the Confirmation of an Hear-fay. But prudent Men, on the contrary, won't truft the Credit of the Ear, till it be confirmed by the Demonstration of the Eye. And this is that Conduct for which the King would here commend him. So that we must affuredly read,' Not working with the Ear, but with the Eye. (16) And thus thy Fall hath left a kind of Blot, To make the full-fraught Man, the best, endued Mr. Warburton. With fome fufpicion.] Thus Mr. Pope has stop'd this Paflage. If he understands the Sense of it, as it ftands here, it is more than I do; or if he believes, that, to make a Man endued with Sufpicion, was the Phrase of our Author, I must beg to be excus'd if I have not fo much Credulity. I am perfuaded, I have refcued the Text from the Obfcurity and Corruption it lay under. Our Author has the fame Thought again in his Cymbeline. So thou, Pofthumus, Wilt lay the Leven to all proper Men; Goodly, and gallant, shall be falfe and perjur'd, From thy great Fail. I had almost forgot to obferve, that in Timon of Athens, we again meet with mark, employ'd as in this Paffage. For mine own part, I never tafted Timon in my Life; Nor any of his Bounties came o'er me, To mark me for his Friend.. (17) - by the name of Thomas Lord Scroop of Mafham.] The Blunder of the Editors in the first Folio's led Mr. Rozve and Mr. Pope into an I arreft thee of high treafon, by the name of Thomas Grey, Knight of Northumberland. Scroop. Our purposes God juftly hath discoyer'd, Cam. For me, the gold of France did not feduce, My fault, but not my body, pardon, Soveraign. K. Henry. God quit you in his mercy! hear your fenYou have confpir'd against our royal perfon, [tence; Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers Receiv'd the golden earneft of our death; Wherein you would have fold your King to flaughter, His fubjects to oppreffion and contempt, [Exeunt. an Error here: which they might have been aware of, had they either confulted the Chronicles, or the Reading of the old 4to's in this Paffage. Nay, had they but turn'd back to the Chorus at the End of the first Act, they might have found that Lord Maham's Christian Name was Henry, and not Thomas. |