Who can controul his fate? 'tis not fo now. how doft thou look now? Oh ill-ftarr'd Pale as thy fmock! when we fhall meet at compt, From the poffeffion of this heav'nly fight; * Blow me about in winds, roaft me in fulphur, SCENE X. His laft Speech. Soft you; a word or two before you go, I have done the ftate fome fervice, and they know it; Nor fet down ought in malice. Then muft you speak *See Méafure for Measure, p. 52, 53, 54;. Richer (14) Judean.] The elder quarto gives us Iudian, it was eafy for the e to have been chang'd into an i;—Like the base Iudean-fo pronounc'd the line will run very well; and I fuppofe, he alludes to the well-known story of Herod and Mariamne his wife; in fome circum Richer than all his tribe; of one, whofe eyes, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees [Stabs himself. circumstances not unlike this of Othello and Defdemona, for both husbands lov'd violently, both were jealous, both were the occafion of their wives deaths; befides, the word Tribe, seems wholly to confirm this reading. and in fupport of it we may add, that in the year 1613, the lady Elizabeth Carew, publifh'd a tragedy call'd Mariam, the fair queen of Jewry." Mr. Upton prefers like the bafe Ægyptian; which Ægyptian he tells us, was Thyamis, mentioned in the romance of Theagenes and Chariclea, written by Heliodorus. The reader, if he thinks proper, may fee his arguments in fupport of this emendation in his Obfervations, p. 268. The beauties of this play are fo peculiarly Shakespear's own, little can be produced from other writers to compare with them; there are many excellencies, which could not be introduced in this work, depending on circumftances, fo nicely adapted, no reader can relish them extracted from the tragedy, which is itfelf one compleat beauty. The The Life and Death of King "T RICHARD II. ACTI. SCENE II. HE pureft treasure mortal times afford, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. SCENE III. COWARDICE. That which in mean men we entitle patience, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. SCENE VI. Banishment, Confolation under it. And think not, that the king did banish thee (1) See Othello, p. 165. (2) All, &c.] Similar to this is the beginning of the 5th act of Paftor Fido. All places are our country, where we're well, S. R. Fanfbarve. Look, Look, what thy foul holds dear, imagine it To lye that way thou go'ft, not whence thou com'ft. The grafs whereon thou tread'ft, the presence-floor ; Thoughts, ineffectual to moderate Afflictions. Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand, SCENE VII. POPULARITY Our felf, and Bushy Bagot, here, and Green, A brace of dray-men bid, God fpeed him well! As As were our England in reversion his, And he our fubjects next degree in hope. This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This fortrefs, built by nature for herself, England, bound in with the triumphant fea, Each fubftance of a grief hath twenty fhadows, Which shew like grief itself, but are not fo: For forrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire, to many objects; Like perspectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon, Shew nothing but confusion; ey'd awry, Diftinguish form. --- SCENE |