Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'd ? you all for the pardon of malefactors condemned to death, he would accuftomablie fay, and openly speake, O infortunate brother, for whofe life not one would make fuite! openly and apparently meaning by fuche words that by the means of fome of the nobilitie he was deceived, and brought to his confufion." 6 MALONE. be advis'd?] i. e. deliberate; confider what I was about to do. So. in The Letters of the Pafion Family, Vol. II. p. 279: "Written in hafte with fhort advisement," &c. See alfo, The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Vol. IV. p. 227, n. 5. MALONE. Come, Haftings, help me to my closet. O, [Exeunt King, Queen, HASTINGS, RIVERS, GLO. This is the fruit of rafhnefs !-Mark'd you How that the guilty kindred of the queen death? O! they did urge it ftill unto the king: God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go, To comfort Edward with our company? BUCK. We wait upon your grace. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The fame. Enter the Duchefs of York, with a Son and Daughter of Clarence. SON. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? DUCH. No, boy. DAUGH. Why do you weep fo oft? and beat your breaft; And cry-O Clarence, my unhappy fon! 7 Come, Haftings, help me to my clofet.] Haftings was Lord Chamberlain to King Edward IV. 8 Enter the Duchefs of York,] Neville firft Earl of Westmoreland, MALONE. Cecily, daughter of Ralph and widow of Richard Duke of York, who was killed at the battle of Wakefield in 1460. She furvived her husband thirty-five years, living till the year 1495. MALONE. SON. Why do you head, look on us, and shake your And call us-orphans, wretches, caft-aways, DUCH. My pretty coufins, you mistake me both; I do lament the fickness of the king, As loath to lose him, not your father's death; SON. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is The king my uncle is to blame for this: DAUGH. And fo will I. DUCH. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well: Incapable and fhallow innocents,' You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. SON. Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Glof ter queen, Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the my pretty coufins,] The Duchefs is here addreffing her grand-children, but coufin was the term ufed in Shakspeare's time, by uncles to nephews and nieces, grandfathers to grandchildren, &c. It seems to have been ufed inftead of our kinfman, and kinfwoman, and to have fupplied the place of both. MALONE. See note on Othello, A& I. fc. i. STEEVENS. Incapable and shallow innocents,] Incapable is unintelligent. MALONE. So, in Hamlet: "As one incapable of her own diftrefs." STEEVENS, Bade me rely on him, as on my father, And he would love me dearly as his child. DUCH. Ah, that deceit fhould fteal fuch gentle fhapes, And with a virtuous vifor hide deep vice! 2 SON. Think you, my uncle did diffemble, grandam ? DUCH, Ay, boy. SON. I cannot think it. Hark! what noife is this? Enter Queen ELIZABETH, diftractedly; RIVERS, and DORSET, following her. Q. ELIZ. Ah! who fhall hinder me to wail and To chide my fortune, and torment myself? DUCH. What means this fcene of rude impatience? Q. ELIZ. To make an act of tragick violence:Edward, my lord, thy fon, our king, is dead.Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Why wither not the leaves, that want their fap ?— If you will live, lament; if die, be brief; That our swift-winged fouls may catch the king's; my uncle did diffemble,] Shakspeare ufes diffemble in the fenfe of acting fraudulently, feigning what we do not feel or think; though ftrictly it means to conceal our real thoughts or affections. So alfo Milton in the paffage quoted in p. 342, n. 9. MALONE. Or, like obedient fubjects, follow him DUCH. Ah, fo much intereft have I in thy for row, As I had title in thy noble husband! But now, two mirrors of his princely femblance arms, And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, Clarence, and Edward. O, what cause have I, (Thine being but a moiety of my grief,) To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries? SON. Ah, aunt! you wept not for our father's death; 3 of perpetual reft.] So the quarto. The folio readsof ne'er changing night. MALONE. 4 ♦ —————his images :] The children by whom he was reprefented. JOHNSON. So, in The Rape of Lucrece, Lucretius fays to his daughter: "O, from thy cheeks my image thou haft torn." MALONE. But now, two mirrors of his princely femblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death;] So, in our author's Rape of Lucrece : "Poor broken glass, I often did behold "In thy fweet femblance my old age new born, "But now, that fair fresh mirror, dim and old, "Shows me a bare-bon'd death by time out-worn." Again, in his 3d Sonnet: "Thou art thy mother's glass," &c. MALONE. |