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Resolveth o from his figure 'gainst the fire? .
Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew my soul
• Thaw and resolve itself into a dew.' Again in Baret's Alvearie, 1575, T.120, 'to thaw or resolve that which is frosen.'
4 Rankness, as applied to a river, here signifies exuberant, ready to overflow; as applied to the actions of the speaker and his party it signifies wanton wildness. Petulantia,
• Rain added to a river that is rank
Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook’d,
[Exeunt, leading off MELUN. SCENE V. The same. The French Camp.
Enter Lewis and his Train. Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath
to set; But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, When the English measur’d backward their own
Enter a Messenger.
Here :- What news?
1 Tottring colours is the reading of the old copy, which was unnecessarily altered to tatter'd by Johnson, who is followed by the subsequent editors. To totter, in old language, was to waver, to shake with a tremulous motion, as colours would do in the wind. It is obvious that tatter'd cannot be the right word, for how could their tatter'd colours be clearly wound up? ' to tottre (says Baret), nutare, yaccilare, see shake and wagge. The colours were waving in the wind during the battle, and were wound up at the close of it.
Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy very
Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
to-night; The day shall not be up so soon as I, To try the fair adventure of tomorrow. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI. An open Place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead
Of the part of England. Bast, Whither dost thou go?
Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I demand Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?
Bast. Hubert, I think.
Thou hast a perfect thought :
Bast. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, Thou may’st befriend me so much, as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets.
2 i. e. keep in your allotted posts or stations.
i I am perfect
· Hub. Unkind remembrance ! thou, and eyeless
night, Have done me shame:-Brave soldier, pardon me, That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Should ’scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, what news
abroad? Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of night, To find you out.
Bast. Brief, then; and what's the news?
Hub. 0, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill news; I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
Hub. The king, I fear, is poison’d by a monk 3: I left him almost speechless, and broke out To acquaint you with this evil; that you might The better arm you to the sudden time, Than if you had at leisure 4 known of this.
Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him?
Hub. A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain,
Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty ? ? The old copy reads' endless night.' The emendation was made by Theobald. The epithet is found in Jarvis Markham's English Arcadia, 1607 :
O eyeless night, the portraiture of death.' In Shakspeare's Rape of Lucrece, we bave
• Poor grooms are sightless night; kings glorious day.' 3 Not one of the historians who wrote within sixty years of the event mentions this improbable story. The tale is, that a monk, to revenge himself on the king for a saying at which he took offence, poisoned a cup of ale, and having brought it to his majesty, drank some of it himself, to induce the king to taste it, and soon afterwards expired. Thomas Wykes is the first who mentions it in his Chronicle as a report. According to the best accounts John died at Newark, of a fever.
4 i. e. less speedily, after some delay.
Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all come
Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven,
SCENE VII. The Orchard of Swinstead-Abbey. Enter Prince HENRY', SALISBURY, and
Bigot. P. Hen. It is too late; the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house), Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Foretell the ending of mortality.
P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard here. Doth he still rage?
[Exit Bigot. Pem.
He is more patient
P. Hen. O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes,
· Prince Henry was only nine years old when his father died.