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The transports of a Crown.

O but think (1)-D

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown; Within

whose circuit is Elysium, And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.


(1) Do but, &c.] In the Second part of Henry IV. (p. 21.) we have some fine reflections on the miseries that attend a crown: these, on the transports it bestows, are beautifully in character, and come very aptly from the mouth of the ambitious Gloucester. In the Double Marriage of Beaumont and Fletcher, Ferrand the tyrant, complaining of the miseries that attend royalty, a courtier longing to enjoy the honour, is put into pofleffion of them for one day, and finds them sufficiently burthensome. See the third act. Some of the tyrant's complaint sig and the courtiers' praises of royalty, are the following: Ferr. Tell me no more;

I faint beneath the burden of my cares,

And yield myself most wretched.
Vill. Look but on this,
Has not a man that has but means to keep

A hawk,

SCENE V. hungry Lion.

So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
That trembles under his devouring paws ;
And so he walks infulting o'er his prey,
And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.

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A hawk, a grey-hound, and a hunting nag,

More pleasure than this king?
Goffr. A dull fool still :

Make me a king, and let me scratch with care,
And see who'll have the better : give me rule,
Command, obedience, pleasure of a king,
And let the devil roar; the greatest corrosive
A king can have, is of mere precious tickling,
And handled to the height more dear delight
Than other mens whole lives, let them be safe toe.
Thou enemy to majesty,

What think'd thou of a king ?
Vill. As of a man,

That hath power to do all ill.
Raffr. Or a thing rather

That does divide an empire with the gods ;
Obferye but with how little breath he shakes
A populous city, which would stand unmoved
Against a whirlwind !
For me, I do profess it,
Were I offer'd to be any thing on earth,

I would be mighty Ferrand
Ferr. Did'ft thou but feel

The weighty forrows that fit on a crown,
Tho' thou moulds find one in the streets, Caftruccio,
Thou wouldst not think it worth the taking up :
But since thou art enamour'd of my fortune,

Thou shalt ere long taste it.
Cafir. But one day,

And then let me expire.

Scene VI. The Duke of York on the gallant

Behaviour of his Sons.


My sons, God knows, what hath bechanced them; But this I know, they have demean'd themselves Like men born to renown, by life death. Three times did Richard make a lane to me, And thrice cry'd, courage, father! fight it out : And full as oft came Edward to my side, With purple falchion painted to the hilt In blood of those that had encounter'd him: And when the hardiest warriors did retire; Richard cry'd charge! and give no foot of ground; And cry'd a crown, or else a glorious tomb, A fceptre, or an earthly fepulchre. With this we charg'd again; but out, alas! We bodg'd again; as I have seen a fwan With bootless labour swim against the tide, And spend her strength with over-matching waves.

A Father's Passion on the Murder of a favourite


Oh tyger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide !
How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
And yet be seen to wear a woman's face?
Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible;
Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.

* That face of his the hungry cannibals (2) Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood :







(2) Would nct, &c.] The first folios and the old quarto read shis passage as it is here printed; the second folio reads,


But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
Oh ten times more, than tygrs of Hyrcania.
See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears :
This cloth thou dipp'dít in blood of my

sweet boy,
And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
And if thou tell’It the heavy story right,
Upon my soul, the hearers will sed tears,
Yea, even my foes will shed fast falling tears,
And say, “ alas, it was a piteous deed!”


The Duke of York in Battle.
Methought, he bore him in the thickest troop,
(3) As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
Or as a bear encompass'd round with dogs,
Who having pinch'd a few, and made them cry,
The rest stand all aloof and bark at him,

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-Wou'd not have touch'd,

Wou'd not have stain'd the roses just with blood. Which Mr. Theobald, for the sake of an alteration of his own, prefers to this, for which we have so good authority. He reads,

Wou'd not have fain'd the roses juic'd with blood; Sir T. Hanmer, not pleased with this criticism, tries another cast, and gives us

The roses jufi in dud. (3) As, &c.] The poets abound with numberless fimiles of this kind ; particularly Homer and Virgil: but none perhaps is finer than the following from that book, where every page abounds with beauties, and true fublimity. Isaiah xxxi. 4. 66 Like as the lion, and the young lion roaring on his prey ; when a multitude of thepherds is called forth against him, he will not be afraid of their voice Áor abase himself for the noise of them."

The Morning.
See how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewel of the glorious fun!
(4) How well resembles it the prime of youth,
Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love !

SCENE VI. The Morning's Dawn.
(5) This battle fares like to the morning's war,
When dying clouds contend with growing light;
What time the shepherd, blowing of his

Can neither call it perfect day or night.

The Blessings of a Shepherd's Life.
(6) O God! methinks, it were a happy life
To be no better than a homely swain ;


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(4) How, &c.] There is something very peculiar in this passage, “ The prime of youth and like a younker, seeming nearly the same thing ; but it is extremely beautiful, the author personifies the prime of youth, and describes him as an allegorical person, trimm'd like a younker, which with us fignifies a brisk, lively young man ; but more properly perhaps from its original, a nobleman, or young lord. See Skinner. The plain manner of understanding it is difficult, and the construction very involv’d, however it seems no more than this,“ how well resembles it, a younker trimm'd out in the prime of youth, prancing to his love.

(5) This, &c.] The expression of blowing his nails is peculiarly natural and beautiful; the reader may remember that Shakespear uses it in the pretty song at the end of Love's Labour Loll


And Dick the shepherd blows his nail. (6) O God, &c.] There is something very pleasing and natural in this passage; it is a good deal in the manner of Virgil, who speaks highly of a rural life in his second Georgic, which the reader will be much delighted with, if he compares it with our author, and no less with Horace's fecond Epode expressly on this subject! these are in almost every body's hands ; less


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