P. 63.-511.-541.

3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child !
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government;
That, in his nonage, council under him,
And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself,
No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well.

This passage is to me wholly unintelligible.

P. 65.-513.-543.

Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-Stratford;
And at Northampton they do rest to night:
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.

I think the right reading is that of the quartos. The Archbishop is not supposed to know any thing of the arrest of the lords, or of the young king's being carried back: he would of course suppose that they would not lie at a place nearer London than that at which they had rested the preceding night. The puzzle seems to have arisen from the editors' knowledge; had they known nothing of the historical fact of young Edward's being carried back from Stony Stratford to Northampton, they would have found no difficulty in discovering which reading was to be preferred: had they considered that the Archbishop was ignorant of this fact, the difficulty (which their knowledge raised) would, I think, have been removed.

P. 72.-520.-553.

Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd;
Methinks, the truth should live from age to age,
As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,
Even to the general all-ending day.

I think retail'd is rightly explained by Mr.

Malone.

P.72.-520.-554.

Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long [Aside.

Prince. What say you, uncle?

Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long.

Thus like the formal vice, iniquity,

I moralize two meanings in one word.

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[Aside.

Mr. M. Mason's explanation of these words

appears to me most satisfactory.

P. 88.-535.-578.

Glo. My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there;
I do beseech you, send for some of them.

This circumstance was certainly mentioned by the historians, and used by the poet for the latter reason assigned by Mr. Steevens. That Shakespeare meant it so I think clearly appears from the next speech that Hastings speaks

P. 114.-561.-615.

K. Rich. How now, lord Stanley? what's the news?
Stan.

Know, my loving lord,

The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled.

I agree with Mr. Steevens.

P. 133.-579.-642.

Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her?

K. Rich.

That I would learn of you,

As one being best acquainted with her humour.

Q. Eliz. And wilt thou learn of me?

K. Rich.

Madam, with all my heart.

I agree with Mr. Steevens.

P. 133.-580.-643.

K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her ?

Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose but have thee,

Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.

I think Mr. Steevens has done rightly.

P. 139.-585.-650.

K. Rich. Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:
Urge the necessity and state of times,

And be not peevish found in great designs.

I think Mr. Steevens is right.

P. 150.-597.-668.

K. Rich. Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch :

Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.

[To Catesby.

I believe watch here means a watch-light.

P. 157.-603.-676.

Ghost. Harry, that prophecy'd thou should'st be king,
Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; live and flourish!

I agree with Mr. Steevens.

P. 159.-605.-679.

Ghost of Buck. I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid.
[To Richmond.

But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd.

I think these words are rightly explained by Mr. Steevens. I can by no means assent to the emendation which he proposes.

P. 160.-605.-680.

K. Rich. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
The lights burn blue. It is not dead midnight.

It is now dead midnight is, I think, the true reading.

P. 162.-607.-683.

K. Rich. Who's there?

Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn.

Surely we ought to read,

My lord, 'tis I. The early village cock.

P. 169.-615.-694.

Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!
The king enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an opposite to every danger.

I incline, with Mr. M. Mason, to adopt Mr. Tyrwhitt's emendation. I cannot think Mr. Malone's explanation the true one.

Nor. The force of his own merit makes his way;

A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys

A place next to the king.

I incline (with Mr. M. Mason) to receive Dr.

Johnson's correction.

P. 200.-19.-26.

Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er great cardinal

Hath show'd him gold: my life is spann'd already:
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham;

Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,

By dark'ning my clear sun.

I concur with Sir William Blackstone.

Nor.

P. 203.-21.-30.

for upon these taxations,

The clothiers all, not able to maintain

The many to them 'longing, have put off

The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers.

Mr. Steevens is right.

P. 204.-23.-32.

Q. Kath. Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze

Allegiance in them; their curses now

Live where their prayers did: and it's come to pass,
That tractable obedience is a slave

To each incensed will.

Malone's is the right explanation.