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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].

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SCENE VIII. The Trumpets sound. Enter the King, and his train.

Fal.

God save thy Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!

Pist.

The heav'ns thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!

Fal.
God save thee, my sweet boy!

King.
My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.

Ch. Just.
Have you your wits? know you, what 'tis you speak?

Fal.
My King, my Jove, I speak to thee, my heart!

King.
I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers:
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane;

-- 311 --

But, being awake, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body, (hence!) and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing. ³ ^note

Know, the Grave doth gape
For thee, thrice wider than for other men.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest;
Presume not, that I am the thing I was:
For heav'n doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self,
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots;
Till then I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my mis-leaders,
Not to come near our person by ten miles.
For competence of life, I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to Evil:
And as we hear you do reform your selves,
We will according to your strengths and qualities
Give you advancement. Be't your charge, my lord,

-- 312 --

To see perform'd the tenour of our word.
Set on. [Ex. King, &c.
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