FOOTNOTES:

The chief beheld their chariots from afar, Their shining arms, and coursers trained to war; Their lances fixed in earth, their steeds around, Free from their harness, graze the flowery ground. The love of horses, which they had alive, And care of chariots, after death survive. Some cheerful souls were feasting on the plain, Some did the song and some the choir maintain.

Dryden.

Mitford, on the other hand, says, that “the drunken paradise of the Scandinavian Odin was really a notion, as we learn from Plato, of the highest antiquity among the Greeks.” (Chap. ii. sect. 1.) He has not, however, given references, and we much regret that we have not been able to find the passage.

In her hot cheek the blood mounts high, as she stands gazing down Now on proud Henry’s royal state, his robe and golden crown, And now upon the trampled cloak, that hides not from her view The slaughtered Pedro’s marble brow, and lips of livid hue.

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Away she flings her garments, her broidered veil and vest, As if they should behold her love within her lovely breast— As if to call upon her foes the constant heart to see Where Pedro’s form is still enshrined, and evermore shall be. But none on fair Maria looks, by none her breast is seen, Save angry heaven, remembering well the murder of the Queen; The wounds of jealous harlot rage, which virgin blood must staunch, And all the scorn that mingled in the bitter cup of Blanch. The utter coldness of neglect that haughty spirit stings, As if ten thousand fiends were there, with all their flapping wings. She wraps the veil about her head, as if ‘twere all a dream, The love—the murder—and the wrath—and that rebellious scream. For still there’s shouting on the plain, and spurring far and nigh; “God save the King—Amen! Amen! King Henry!” is the cry, While Pedro all alone is left upon his bloody bier— Not one remains to cry to God, “Our Lord lies murdered here.”

[34]

Cade. The elder of them, being put to nurse, Was by a beggar–woman stolen away: And, ignorant of his birth and parentage, Became a bricklayer, when he came to age. His son am I; deny it if you can.

Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father’s house, and the bricks are alive to this day to testify it; therefore deny it not.

Henry VI. Part 2, Act iv., sc. 2.

[50] Bone.

[51] Stop.

[52] Then.

On fut suld be all Scottis weire, Be hyll and moss thaimself to weire, Lat wod for wallis be; bow, and spier, And battle–axe, their fechting gear. That ennymeis do thaim na dreire In strait placis gar keip all stoire, And birnen the planen land thaim befoire. Thanan sall they pass away in haist Quhen that thai find nothing bot waist; With wyles and wakenen of the nycht, And mekil noyse maid on hycht; Thanen shall thai turnen with gret affrai As thai were chasit with swerd away. This is the counsall and intent Of gud King Robert’s testament.

[81] Such.

[87] ?

Behold the proud and cruel king, who like a leopard dread In life the people of the Lord did put in woeful stead: For which, good friend, along with us unto that place of woe, Where friends and devils company, right merrily you go.

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K. Henry. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?

Warw. ‘Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord.

K. Henry. Laud be to God!—even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years I should not die, but in Jerusalem, Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land:— But bear me to that chamber; there I’ll lie. In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.

King Henry IV. Part 2, iv. 4.

The ground work of this passage is to be found in Holinshed; and the same tale is told in Fabyan’s Chronicles, and in Restell’s Pastime of Pleasure. The latter writers state it without any appearance of doubt. But Holinshed uses a degree of caution not very common in a chronicler of that time: “Whether this was true that so he spake, as one that gave too much credit to foolish prophecies and vain tales, or whether it was fained, as in such cases it commonly happeneth, we leave it to the advised reader to judge.” The advised reader will probably hesitate little in adopting the latter conclusion; especially as the same tale is told of other persons. See the notes to Shakspeare, in the edition of 1821. The actors and the scenes differ in the different cases; but the equivoque arises in all upon the name “Jerusalem.”

Ιππ. 445.

Sir Walter Raleigh was gifted by Queen Elizabeth with the lands of Sherborne in Dorsetshire, which had been bequeathed by Osmund, a Norman knight, to the see of Canterbury, with a heavy denunciation against any rash or profane person who should attempt to wrest them from the church. This anathema was, in the opinion of the vulgar, first accomplished in the person of the Protector Somerset, to whom, after sundry vicissitudes, the property belonged. This nobleman was hunting in the woods of Sherborne when his presence was required by Edward the Sixth, and he was shortly afterwards committed to the Tower, and subsequently beheaded. The forfeited estate then lapsed to the See of Salisbury until the reign of Elizabeth, to whom it was made over by the bishop, at the instigation of Raleigh, who was blamed, and apparently with justice, for having displayed on this occasion a grasping and even dishonourable spirit. So strong were the religious prejudices of the day, that even the discerning Sir John Harrington attributed to a judgment from heaven a trifling accident which occurred to Raleigh while surveying the demesne which he coveted. Casting his eyes upon it, according to the notion of that writer, as Ahab did upon Naboth’s vineyard, and, in the course of a journey from Plymouth to the coast, discussing at the same time the advantages of the desired possession, Sir Walter’s horse fell, and the face of the rider, then, as the relater observes, “thought to be a very good one,” was buried in the ground. After Raleigh’s fall the estate was seized by James the First, who wished to bestow it on his favourite, Car, Earl of Somerset; but Prince Henry interfered, and obtained possession, intending to restore it to the owner. The prince’s death, however, frustrated his intentions, and left Sherborne still in the favourite’s hands. The premature death of this promising youth was thought by the vulgar again to corroborate the old prophecy. To Carew, the youngest son, and the injured survivor of Sir Walter, the subsequent attainder of Car, and the forfeiture of his estates upon his committal to the Tower, appeared to confirm the ill fortune attendant upon the owners of Sherborne; and the misfortunes which afterwards befell the house of Stuart were also considered by him to corroborate the old presage. On the confiscation of Car’s estates, Digby, Earl of Bristol, obtained Sherborne from the king, and in his family it now remains.—Life of Sir W. Raleigh, by Mrs. Thomson, chap. vi.

(a) Genoese.