Tell me, what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk? Safer fhall be be on the fandy plains, Come, come, my Lords; Thefe Oracles are hardily attain'd, And hardly understood. The King is now in progress tow'rds St. Albans, Thither go thefe news, as faft as horfe can carry them; A forry breakfast for my Lord Protector. Buck. Your Grace fhall give me leave, my Lord of York, To be the Poft, in hope of his reward. York. At your pleasure, my good Lord, Who's within there, ho? Enter a Serving-man. Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick, 3 Thefe Oracles are hardly at And bardly underflood.] Not only the Lameness of the Verfification, but the Imperfection of the Senfe too, made me fufpect this paffage to be corrupt. York, feizing the Parties and their Papers, fays, he'll fee the Devil's Writ; and finding the Wizard's Anfwers intricate and ambiguous, he makes this general Comment [Exeunt. upon fuch fort of Intelligence, as I have reflor'd the Text: Thefe Oracles are hardily attain'd. And hardly underflood. i. e. A great Rifque and Hazard is run to obtain them; and yet, after thefe bardy Steps taken, the informations are fo perplex'd that they are hardly to be understood, THEOBALD. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. At St. ALBANS. Enter King Henry, Queen, Protector, Cardinal, and Suffolk, with Faulkners ballooing. B 2. MARGARET. ELIEVE me, lords, for flying at the brook, I faw no better fport thefe feven years' day; Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high, And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out. K. Henry. But what a point, my lord, your Faul con made, And what a pitch fhe flew above the reft. To fee how God in all his creatures works!- Car. I thought as much. He'd be above the clouds. Car. Thy heaven is on earth, thine eyes and thoughts Bent on a Crown, the treasure of thy heart, For flying at the brook.] The falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl. The wind was very high, And, ten to one, old Joan bad not gene cut.] I am told by gentleman better acquainted 4. with falconry than myself, that the meaning, however expreffed, is, that, the wind being high, it was ten to one that the old hawk had flown quite away; a trick which hawks often play their matters in windy weather. Per Pernicious Protector, dangerous Peer, That smooth'ft it fo with King and Common-weal! Glo. What, Cardinal! Is your priesthood grown fo peremptory? Tantæne animis Cæleftibus ira? Churchmen fo hot? good uncle, hide fuch malice. • With fuch Holinefs can you do it? Suf. No malice, Sir, no more than well becomes So good a quarrel, and fo bad a Peer. Glo. As who, my Lord? Suf. Why, as yourfelf, my Lord; Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine infolence, K. Henry. I pr'ythee, peace, good Queen; Car. Let me be bleffed for the peace I make, Against this proud Protector, with my fword! Glo. Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come? to that. Car. Marry, when thou dar'ft. Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the matter, In thine own person answer thy abuse. Car. Ay, where thou dar'ft not peep; and, if thou dar'st, This Ev'ning on the eaft-fide of the grove. • With fuch Holiness can you do it?] Do what? the verfe wants a foot, we fhould read, With fuch Holiness can you NOT do it? Spoken ironically. By holinefs he means hypocrify and fays, have you not hypocrify enough to hide your malice? WARBURTON. The verfe is lame enough after the emendation, nor does the Afide. negative particle improve the fenfe. When words are omitted it is not often easy to say what they were if there is a perfect fenfe without them. I read, but fomewhat at random, A Churchman, with fuch bolinefs can you do it? The tranfcriber faw churchman just above, and therefore omitted it in the fecond line. K. Henry, K. Henry. How now, my Lords? Car. Believe me, coufin Glofter, Had not your man put up the fowl fo fuddenly, 7 We'd had more fport Come with thy two-hand [Afide to Glo'fter. fword. Glo. True, uncle. Car. Are you advis'd?-the eaft fide of the Grove. Glo. Cardinal, I am with you. K. Henry. Why, how now, uncle Glofter? [Afide. Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing elfe, my Lord.Now, by God's mother, Prieft, I'll fhave your crown for this, Or all my Fence shall fail. Car. Afide.] Medice, teipfum. Protector, fee to't well, protect yourself. K. Henry. The winds grow high, fo do machs, Lords. How irksome is this mufick to my heart! [Afide. your fto When fuch strings jar, what hopes of harmony? SCENE II. Enter One, crying, A Miracle! Glo. What means this noife? Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim? One. A miracle! a miracle! Suf. Come to the King, and tell him what miracle. One. Forfooth, a blind man at St. Alban's fhrine, -Come with thy two-hand Cardinal, I am with You.] Thus is the whole Speech plac'd to Glofter, in all the Editions: but furely, with great inadver Within this half hour hath receiv'd his fight, K. Henry. Now God be prais'd, that to believing fouls Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair! Enter the Mayor of St. Albans, and his brethren, bearing Simpcox between two in a chair, Simpcox's wife following. Car. Here come the townfmen on proceffion, Before your Highness to prefent the man. K. Henry. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Though by his fight his fin be multiply'd. Glo. Stand by, my mafters. Bring him near the King, His Highness' pleafure is to talk with him. K. Henry. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance, What haft thou been long blind, and now reftor'd? Suf. What woman is this? Wife. His wife, an't like your worship. Glo. Had'ft thou been his mother, thou couldft have better told. K. Henry. Where wert thou born? Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like your Grace. K. Henry. Poor Soul! God's goodness hath been great to thee. Let never day or night unhallowed pass, But ftill remember what the Lord hath done. Queen. Tell me, good fellow, cam'ft thou here by chance, Or of devotion, to this holy fhrine? Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd A hundred times and oftner, in my fleep, By |