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of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a blad Fal. Peace, good pint-pot! peace, good tickleder. There's villainous news abroad: here was brain !-Harry, I do not only marvel where thon sir John Bracy from your father: you must to spendest thy time, but also how thou art accomthe court in the morning. That same mad fellow panied: for though the camomile, the more it is of the north, Percy; and he of Wales, that gave trodden on, the faster it grows, so youth, the more * Amaimon the bastinado, and made Lucifer cuckold, it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art my and swore the devil his true liegeman upon the cross son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own of a Welsh bhook,—what, a plague, call you him ?-- opinion; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, Poins. O! Glendower.
and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth Fal. Owen, Owen ; the same; and his son-in-warrant me. If, then, thou be son to me, here lies law, Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and that the point—why, being son to me, art thou so pointed sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horse-at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a 'micher, back up a hill perpendicular.
and eat blackberries? a question not to be asked. P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with Shall the sun of England prove a thief, and take his pistol kills a sparrow flying.
purses ! a question to be asked. There is a thing, Fal. You have hit it.
Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow.
known to many in our land by the name of pitch: Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile: he will not run.
so doth the company thou keepest; for, Harry, now P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou, then, to I do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears; not in praise him so for running?
pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, but in Fal. O horseback, ye cuckoo! but, afoot, he will woes also.-And yet there is a virtuous man, whom not budge a foot.
I have often noted in thy company, but I know not P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.
his name. Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps majesty?
Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy Fal. A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpufather's beard is turned white with the news: you lent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel. noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty,
P. Hen. Why then, it is like, if there come a hot or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore, and now I reJune, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy member me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hundred. be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see
Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like, virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be known we shall have good trading that way:-But, tell me, by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then peremptoHal, art thou not horribly afeard ? thou being heir rily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff: him apparent, could the world pick thee out three such keep with, the rest banish. And tell me, now, thou enemies again, as that fiend Douglass, that spirit naughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this Percy, and that devil Glendower ? Art thou not month ? horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood thrill at it? P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou
P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith : I lack some of thy stand for me, and I'll play my father. instinct.
Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, so majestically, both in word and matter, hang me when thou comest to thy father: if thou love me, up by the heels for a krabbit-sucker, or a poulterer's practise an answer.
hare. P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and cxam P. Hen. Well, here I am set. ine me upon the particulars of my life.
Fal. And here I stand.-- Judge, my masters. Fal. Shall I ? content. This chair shall be my P. Hen. Now, Harry! whence come you ? d state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap. crown.
P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are grierP. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy ous. golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false.-Nay, I'll rich crown for a pitiful bald crown!
tickle thee for a young prince, i' faith. Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy ? henceof thee, now shalt thou be moved.-Give me a cup forth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion, the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of a man is thy and I will do it in king Cambyses' vein.
companion. Why dost thou converse with that P. Hen. Well, here is my 'leg.
hulk of humors, that 'bolting-hutch of beastliness, Fal. And here is my speech.–Stand aside, nobility. that swoln parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard Host. O, Jesu! This is excellent sport, i' faith. of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted
Fal. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are Manningtree-ox with the pudding in his belly, that vain.
reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, Host. O, the father ! how he holds his countenance. that vanity in years? Wherein is he good, but to Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful taste sack and drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, queen,
but to carve a capon and eat it? wherein cunning, For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. but in craft? wherein crafty, but in villainy? where
Host. O, Jesu! he doth it as like one of these in villainous, but in all things? wherein worthy, but harlotry players as ever I see.
in nothing ? • Amaimon is a demon, described as one of the four kings b" Tickle-brain" was the name of a strong liquor. -"A who rule over all the demons in the world. The Welsh micher," I. e., a truant boy.- "A rabbit-eacker," i e, a hook was a hedging.bill with a hook at the end. Blue young rabbit. The "bolting-hutch" is a machine that sepcaps," i. e., Scotsmen in blue bonnets. Chair of state. arates flour from bran.- 'The "bombard" was a large • Cambyses was a character in an old tragedy.""My leg," leathern vessel to hold beer. At "Manningtree," in Essex, i. e., my obeisance.- Sorrowful.
on the occasion of faire, a large oz was roasted whole.
Fal. I would your grace would take me with | Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. *you: whom means your grace?
P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader of He shall be answerable ; and so, farewell. [men, youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. Sher. Good night, my noble lord. Fal. My lord, the man I know.
P. Hen. I think it is good morrow, is it not? P. Hen. I know thou dost.
Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than
[Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. in myself, were to say more than I know. That he P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as is old, the more the pity, his white hairs do witness Paul's. Go, call him forth. it: but that he is, saving your reverence, a whore Peto. Falstaff!—fast asleep behind the arras, and master, that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a snorting like a horse. fault, God help the wicked! If to be old and mer P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath. ry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is Search his pockets. [Pero searches.] What hast damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's thou found ? lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord: ban Peto. Nothing but papers, my lord. ish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins; but for P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read them. sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Peto. ?[Reads.] Item, A capon, .
28. 2d. Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and, therefore more Item, Sauce,
4d. valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not Item, Sack, two gallons,
58. 8d. him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Har- Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper 28. 6d. ry's company: banish plump Jack, and banish all Item, Bread,
ob. the world.
P. Hen. O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth P. Hen. I do, I will. [A knocking heard. of bread to this intolerable deal of sack !-What [Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and BARDOLPH. there is else, keep close: we'll read it at more adRe-enter BARDOLPH, running.
vantage. There let him sleep till day. I'll to the Bard. O! my lord, my lord! the sheriff, with a
court in the morning : we must all to the wars, and most monstrous watch, is at the door.
thy place shall be honorable. I'll procure this fat Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have rogue a charge of foot ; and, I know, his death will much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
be a march of twelve-score. The money shall be
paid back again with advantage. Be with me beRe-enter Hostess.
times in the morning ; and so good morrow, Peto. Host. O Jesu! my lord, my lord !
Peto. Good morrow, good my lord. [Eseunt. P. Hen. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick. What's the matter?
Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to search the house. Shall I
ACT III. let them in ?
Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal ? never call a true piece SCENE I.-Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's of gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad, with
House. out seeming so.
Enter Hotspur, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without in
Fal. I deny your major. If you will deny the Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a And our dinduction full of prosperous hope. cart as well as another man, a plague on my bring
Hot. Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower, will ing up. I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a you sit down ?-And, uncle Worcester.-A plague halter as another.
upon it! I have forgot the map. P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the barras :-the Glend.
No, here it is. rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur ; face, and I a good conscience.
For by that name as oft as Lancaster Fal. Both which I have had ; but their date is Doth speak of you, out, and therefore I'll hide me.
His cheek looks pale, and with a rising sigh [Exeunt all but the Prince and Peto. He wisheth you in heaven. P. Hen. Call in the sheriff.
Hot. And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Enter Sheriff and Carrier.
Glendower spoke of.
Glen. I cannot blame him: at my nativity,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shak'd like a coward. Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord; Hot. Why, so it would have done at the same A gross fat man.
season, if your mother's cat had but kitten'd, though Car. As fat as butter.
yourself had never been born. P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here, Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born. For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
Hot. And I say the earth was not of my mind, And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, If you suppose as fearing you it shook. [tremble. That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
Glend. The heavens were all on fire; the earth did Send him to answer thee, or any man,
Hot. O! then the earth shook to see the heavens For any thing he shall be charg'd withal:
And not in fear of your nativity. [on fire, And so, let me entreat you, leave the house. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth Sher. I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
• St. Paul's Cathedral.-- Beginning; commencement."Would take me with you," i. e., would go no faster than Cressets were lights set upon beacons, and also upon poles, I can follow - Tapestry,
which were carried in processions.
In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth Upon the parting of your wives and you. [here, Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd
Hot. Methinks, my 'moiety, north from Burton By the imprisoning of unruly wind
In quantity equals not one of yours.
And here the 'smug and silver Trent sliall run,
In a now channel, fair and evenly:
To rob me of so rich a bottom here. [doth. The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;
Glend. Not wind? it shall; it must: you see, it The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Mort. Yea, but mark, how he bears his course, Were strangely clamorous ? in the frighted fields.
and runs me up These signs have mark'd me extraordinary, With like advantage on the other side; And all the courses of my life do show,
k Gelding the opposed continent, as much I am not in the roll of common men.
As on the other side it takes from you. [here, Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea
Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,-- And on this north side win this cape of land; Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And then he runs 3 all straight and evenly. And bring him out, that is bul woman's son,
HIot. I'll have it so: a little charge will do it. Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
Glend. I will not have it alter'd. And hold me pace in deep experiments.
Will not you? Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Welsh. Glend. No, nor you shall not. I'll to dinner.
Who shall say me nay? Mort. Peace, cousin Percy! you will make him Glend. Why, that will I. Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot.
Let me not understand you then: Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man; Speak it in Welsh. But will they come, when you do call for them? Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you, Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to com- For I was train'd up in the English court; mand the devil.
Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, Many an English ditty, lovely well, By telling truth: tell truth, and shame the devil. And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, A virtue that was never seen in you. And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence. Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart. 0! while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. I had rather be a kitten, and cry mex, Mort. Come, come;
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: No more of this unprofitable chat.
[head I had rather hear a brazen mcan'stick turn'd, Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree; Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him Nothing so much as mincing poetry. b Bootless home, and weather-beaten back. 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Hot. Home without boots and in foul weather too! Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. How ? 'scap'd he agues, in the devil's name ?
I do not care. [friend; Glend. Come, here's the map: shall we divide I'll give thrice so much land to any well-deserving According to our three-fold order ta’en? (our right, But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me, Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Into three limits, very equally.
Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? England, from Trent and Severn, hitherto,
Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by By south and east is to my part assign'd:
night: All westward, Wales, beyond the Severn shore, I'll haste the writer, and withal, *I'll break And all the fertile land within that bound,
With your 5 young wives of your departure hence. To Owen Glendower:-and, dear coz, to you I am afraid my daughter will run mad, The remnant northward, lying off from Trent. So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Ezut. And our indentures d tripartite are drawn
Mort. Fie, cousin Percy ! how you cross my father. Which being sealed interchangeably,
Hot. I cannot choose: sometime he angers me (A business that this night may execute)
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,
of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies;
A couching lion, and a ramping cat,
And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
[To Glendower. In reckoning up the several devils' names, Your tenants, friends, and neighboring gentlemen. That were his lackeys: I cried, "humph," and
Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords ; "well," " go to,"
But mark'd him not a word. 0! he's as tedious
Part.— Bending; winding.- Corner - Fine; spruce,
helpful ornament," i. e., the ornament of Tumbles.--Unsuccessful. ---" Hitherto,"i. e., to this spot verse - Candlestick turned, (i. e., in a lathe). The rriter (pointing to the map).-* Tripartite," i. e., in three copies of the articles. The moldwarp (German, maulwurf) is the - Force,
As a tired horse, a railing wife;
As is the difference betwixt day and night, Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team With cheese and garlick in a windmill, far, Begins his golden progress in the east. Than feed on cales, and have him talk to me, Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing: In any summer-house in Christendom.
By that time will our i book, I think, be drawn. Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman ;
Glend. Do so; Exceedingly well read, and profited
And those musicians that shall play to you In strange concealments; valiant as a lion, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; And wondrous affable, and as bountiful
And straight they shall be here. Sit, and attend. As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: He holds your temper in a high respect,
come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy And curbs himself even of his natural scope,
lap. When you do cross his humor; 'faith, he does. Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. [The Music plays. I warrant you, that man is not alive,
Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh; Might so have tempted him as you have done, And 'tis no marvel, he is so humorous. Without the taste of danger and reproof:
By'r lady, he's a good musician. But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
Lady P. Then, should you be nothing but musical, Wor. In faith, 'my wilful lord, you are to blame. For you are altogether governed by humors. And since your coming hither have done enough Lie still ye thief, and hear the lady sing To put him quite beside his patience.
In Welsh. You must needs learn, lord, io amend this fault: Hot. I had rather hear, lady, my k brach, howl in Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood, Irish. And that's the dearest grace it renders you,
Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken? Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
Hot. No. Defect of manners, want of government,
Lady P. Then be still. Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain :
Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's 'fault. The least of which, haunting a nobleman,
Lady P. Now, God help thee! Loseth men's hearts, and leaves behind a stain Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
Lady P. What's that? Beguiling them of commendation. [speed. Hot. Peace ? she sings. Hot. Well, I am school'd: good manners be your
[ A Welsh Song by Lady M. Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies.
Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth. Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me;
Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart ! My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.
You swear like to a comfit-maker's wife. Glend. My daughter weeps: she will not part with "As God shall mend me; and, as sure as day:
Not yours, in good sooth ; and, as true as I live; She'll be a soldier too; she'll to the wars.
[you; Mort. Good father, tell her, that she, and my aunt As if thou never walk'dst farther than m Finsbury.
And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, Shall follow in your d conduct speedily. [GLENDOWER speaks to her in Welsh, and she Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, answers him in the same.
A good-mouth-filling oath ; and leave in sooth, Glend. She's desperate here;
And such 8 protests of pepper-ginger-bread, A peevish self-willå harlotry, ' and one
To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens.
Come, sing. That no persuasion can do good upon. [She speaks to MORTIMER in Welsh.
Lady P. I will not sing. Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh
Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn lailor, or be redWhich thou pour’st down from these I welling heav- breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, [ens, away within these two hours; and so come in when
[Exit. In such a parley would I answer thee.
(She speaks again. As hot lord Percy is on fire to go,
Glend. Come on, lord Mortimer; you are as slow, I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation :
By this our book is drawn : 10 we'll seal, and part But I will never be a truant, love,
To horse immediately.
Mort. Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
With all my heart. [Exeunt. Makes Welsh as sweet as dities highly penn'd, Sung by a fair queen in a summers bower,
SCENE II.-London. A Room in the Palace. With ravishing division, to her & lute. [mad.
Enter King HENRY, Prince of Wales, and Lords. Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will she c'en run
[She speaks again. K. Hen. Lords, give us leave. The Prince of Mort. O! I am ignorance itself in this.
Wales and I,
[hand, Glend. She bids you on the wanton brushes lay Must have some private conference: but be near at you down,
For we shall presently have need of you.And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
(Exeunt Lords. And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,
I know not whether God will have it so, And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, For some displeasing P service I have done, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness; Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, i The book is the paper of conditions before alluded to.
* Hound. That is, silence is a "woman's fault:" spoken Dainties. Profited in strange concealments," I e, ironically.-- * Finsbury," in Moorfields, was the common skilled in wonderful secrets. - Self-opinion; conceit. - resort of citizens.-- *Velvet-guards," i. e, trimmings of Guard;
escort.--"Welling heavens," i. e., tearful eyes. velvet, here put for the cockneys who wore them... Tail "Division," i. e., variation.- A compliment to Queen ors" were noted for their rocal powers: Hotspur's meaning Elizabeth is probably here intended. Floors were former-is, To sing is the readiest way to descend to the level of ly strewed with rushes, in place of carpeting.
tailors and teachers of birds, Action.
That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
So, when he had occasion to be seen, He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me; He was but as the cuckoo is in June, But thou dost, in thy passages of life,
Heard, not regarded ; seen, but with such eyes, Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd As, sick and blunted with community, For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven, Afford no extraordinary gaze, To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else, Such as is bent on sun-like majesty, Could such inordinate, and low desires, [tempts, When it shines seldom in admiring eyes; Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean aat- But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down, Such barren pleasures, rude society,
Slept in his face, and render'd such aspect As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to, As cloudy men use to their adversaries, Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full. And hold their level with thy princely heart? And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou ;
P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could For thou hast lost thy princely privilege, Quit all offences with as clear excuse,
With vile participation : not an eye As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge
But is a-weary of thy common sight, Myself of many I am charg'd withal :
Save mine, which hath desir’d to see thee more; Yet such extenuation let me beg,
Which now doth that I would not have it do, As, in reproof of many tales devis’d,
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers, Be more myself. I may, for some things true, wherein my youth K. Hen. For all the world, Hath faulty wander'd, and irregular,
As thou art to this hour, was Richard then, Find pardon on my true submission. [Harry, When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg;
K. Hen. God pardon thee !-yet let me wonder, And even as I was then is Percy now. At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Now by my scepter, and my soul to boot, Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
He hath more worthy interest to the state, Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,
Than thou the shadow of succession : Which by thy younger brother is supplied ;
For of no right, nor color like to right, And art almost an alien to the hearts
He doth fill fields with b harness in the realm, Of all the court, and princes of my blood :
Turns head against the lion's armed jaws, The hope and expectation of thy time
And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Is ruin'd; and the soul of every man
Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on Prophetically doth fore-think thy fall.
To bloody battles, and to bruising arms. Had I so lavish of my presence been,
What never-dying honor hath he got So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
Against renowned Douglas; whose high deeds, So stale and cheap to vulgar company,
Whose hot incursions, and great name in arnis, Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Holds from all soldiers chief majority, Had still kept loyal to possession,
And military title capital, And left me in reputeless banishment,
Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ. A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathing clothes, By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
This infant warrior, in his enterprizes But like a comet I was wonder'd at;
Discomfited great Douglas; ta'en him once, That men would tell their children, “ This is he:” Enlarged him, and made a friend of him, Others would say, —-"Where? which is Boling. To fill the mouth of deep defiance up, broke ?"
And shake the peace and safety of our throno. And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, And dress'd myself in such humility,
The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Capitulate against us, and are up. Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? Even in the presence of the crowned king. Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new; Which art my near'st and k dearest enemy? My presence, like a robe pontifical,
Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear, Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state, Base inclination, and the start of spleen, Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast, To fight against me under Percy's pay, And won by rareness such solemnity.
To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, The skipping king, he ambled up and down To show how much thou art degenerate. With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,
P. Hen. Do not think so; you shall not find it so: Soon kindled, and soon burn'd; 1 discarded state ; And God forgive them, that so much have sway'd Mingled his royalty with carping fools ;
Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! Had his great name profaned with their scorns; I will redeem all this on Percy's head, And gave his countenance, against his name, And in the closing of some glorious day, To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push Be bold to tell you that I am your son ; Of every beardless vain comparative :
When I will wear a garment all of blood, Grew a companion to the common streets,
And stain my ' favor in a bloody mask, Enfeofr'd himself to popularity :
Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, They surfeited with honey; and began
That this same child of honor and renown, To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, More than a little is by much too much.
And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet.
For every honor sitting on his helm, Undertakings. - Sycophants : parasites. -- "Loyal to 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head possession," i. e., true to him that then had possession of the crown. Bavins are brushwood, or small fagots for the fire. • Kival.-! "Enfeoffd himself," 1. e., gave himself up. & In.—Armor.- Confederate; combine.--. Most fatal.