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With others, than with him. Let them alone :
The marshal and the archbishop are strong.
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To day might I (hanging on Hotspur's neck)
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.

Justice Shallow is an admirably well drawn comic character, but he never appears better, than by reflection in the mirror of Falstaffe's wit, in whose descriptionshe is most strongly exhibited. It is said by sonie, that the justice was meant for a particular gentleman who had prosecuted the author for deer-stealing, I know not whether that story be well grounded. The Shallows are to be found every where, in every age, but those who have least character of their own, are most formed and modified by the fashion of the times, and their peculiar profession or calling. So though we often meet with a resemblance to this justice, we shall never find an exact parallel to him now manners are so much changed.—The superior danger of a rebellion fanctified by the church, cannot by historians or philosophers be better


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set forth than by the following words of Morton :

The gentle Archbishop of York is up
With well appointed powers. He is a man,
Who with a double surety binds his followers.
My lord, your fon had only but the corps,
But shadows, and the shews of men to fight ;
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls,
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain’d,
As men drink potions, that their weapons only
Seem'd on our fide, but for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,

But now, the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion ;
Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's follow'd both with body and with mind,
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair King Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones;
Derives from heav'n his quarrel and his cause;
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke,
And more, and less, do Aock to follow him.


Nor can the indecency of a prelate's appearing in arms, and the abuse of an authority derived from the sacred function, be more strongly arraigned, than in the speeches of Westmorland, and John of Lancaster.


Then, my lord,
Unto your grace

your grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abjeet routs,
Led on by bloody youth, goaded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys and beggary;
I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd
In his true, native, and most proper Ihape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,
Had not been here to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection

fair honours. You, my lord archbishop,
Whose fee is by a civil peace maintain'd,
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch do
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor's,
Whose white investments figure innocence,
The dove and very blessed {pirit of peace;


Wherefore do


fo ill trandate yourself,
- Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,
• Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war?

• My lord of York, it better shew'd with you,
When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
Encircled you, to hear with reverence
Your exposition on the holý text;
Than now to see you here, an iron man,
Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
Turning the word to sword, and life to death.
That man that fits within a monarch's heart,
And ripens in the sun-fhine of his favour,
Would he abuse the count'nance of the king,
Alack, what mischiefs might he fet abroach,
In shadow of such greatness? With you, lord bishop,
It is ev'n so. Who hath not heard it spoken,
How deep you were within the books of heav'n?
To us, the speaker in his parliament,
To us, th’imagin'd voice of heav'n itself,
The very opener and intelligencer
Between the grace, the fanctities of heav'n,
And our dull workings: 0, who shall believe
But you misuse the rev’rence of your place,


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Employ the countenance and grace of heav'n,
As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
In deeds dishonourable ? You've taken up,
Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
The subjects of his substitute, my father ;
And both against the peace of heav'n and him
Have here up-swarm’d them.

The archbishop of York, even when he appears an iron man, keeps up the gravity and seeming fanctity of his character, and wears the mitre over his helmet. He is not like Hotspur, or a valiant rebel, full of noble anger and fierce defiance, he speaks like a cool politician to his friends, and like a deep designing hypocrite to his enemies, and pretends he is only acting as physician to the ftate.

I have before observed that Shakespear had the talents of an orator as much as of a poet; and I believe it will be allowed the speeches of Westmorland and Lancaster are as proper on this occasion, and the particular circumstances are as happily touch’d, as


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