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SCENE III. Horror, its outward Effects.
Some strange commotion
-Though perils did
Scene IV. Anger, its external Effects. What sudden anger's this? How have I reap'd it? He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
(4) As doth, lic. This fimile is used both by Virgil and. Homer.
He, like a rock amidst the feas unmov’d,
See Trap. Æn. 70 And again ;
He like a rock, which o'er the ocean wide,
See Id. Æn. 109
Leap'd from his eyes. (5) So looks the chafed lion Upon the daring huntsman, that has gall’d him; Then makes him nothing.
-Nay, then farewel !
Scene VI. The Vicisitudes of Life.
(5) So looks, &c.]
So when on sultry Libya's defert sand,
Rowe's Luran, B. 1. (6) Nips bis ront.] It is plain the poet speaks of the destruction of the tree by the frost ripping and killing the root, not the
These many summers in a sea of glory ;
and fears thun war or women have; And, when he falls, he falls like Lucifir, Never to hope again.
Cardinal Wolsey's Speech to Cromwell.
Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my mileries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the womanLet's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me Cromwell; And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must more be heard ; say then I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And founded all the depths and shouls of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in : A sure, and safe one, though thy master miss’d it. Mark but my fall, and that which ruin'd me: (7) Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that fin felt the angels ; how can man then (The image of his maker) hope to win by't?
leaves and blossoms: so that Mr. Warburton's criticism is unne. cessary. See Love's Labour Loft.
, &c.]. In the second part of Henry VI. A. I. 9. 4. che duke of Gifier says to his wife,
Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
(8) Love thyself laft : cherish those hearts, that hate
thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tonues. (9) Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'it at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'it, o Crom
weil, Thou fall'it a blessed martyr. Serve the king;
(8) Love, &c.] The whole meaning of this advice seems to Be this : “ Pay less regard to your own interest than to that of your friends; love them first, yourself laft, nay, even after your enemies ; for it is necessary for you to cherish those that hate you, to heap favours on them, and thereby make 'em your friends; for even corruption and bribery itself wins not more than honesty and open-dealing." There seems a peculiar excel. lence in this advice of Wolley, whose pride had occasioned him to despise his enemies, and contemn all their feeble efforts, as he judg’d, to harm him: and instead of loving himself last, he had placed there his first and fole affection. So that Mr. W'a-burton's criticism falls to the ground, whọ, obferving, “ that this, tho' an aamirable precept for our conduct in private life, was never design’d for the magistrate or public minister,, gives his opinion the poet wrote;
Cherith those hearts that wait thee.
Sir T. Hanmer flattens the line by reading it,
Cherish ev'n the hearts that hate thee. This passage appears with double propriety, when we consider it comes from the mouth of a divine, who may be supposed to have had this verse of St. Matthew in view. Love your enemies, bless them that curfe. you, do good to them that hate you. Chap. v. ver. 44
(9) Be juft, &c.] The power and blessing of a good heart, and conscience, are mentioned in the 40th page foregoing. Miltong in bis Comus, fpeaks thus excellently of a virtuous man.
He that has light within his own clear breast,
And, pr’ythee, lead me in--
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Such a noise arose
SCENE II. Cardinal Wolsey's Death
At last with easy roads he came to Leicester; Lodg’d in the abbey; where the rev'rend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words,
6. O father abbot, “ An old man, broken with the storms of state, 46 Is come to lay his weary bones among you,, « Give him a little earth for charity!" So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness Pursu'd him still, and three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself.