And our induction full of profperous hope.

Hot. Lord Mortimer,-and coufin Glendower,-
Will you fit down ?-

And, uncle Worcester :-A plague upon it!
I have forgot the map.

Glend. No, here it is.

Sit, coufin Percy; fit, good coufin Hotspur:
For by that name asoft as Lancaster

Doth fpeak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, with
A rifing figh, he wifheth you in heaven.

Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears
Owen Glendower spoke of.

Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning creffets 2; and, at my birth,
The frame and the foundation of the earth
Shak'd like a coward.

[born.

Hot. Why, fo it would have done,
At the fame feafon, if your mother's cat
Had but kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been
Glend. I fay, the earth did shake when I was
born.

Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,

Or hold me pace in deep experiments. [Welfh:
Hot. I think, there is no man fpeaks better
I will to dinner.
· [mad.
Mort. Peace, coufin Percy; you will make him
Glend. I can call fpirits from the vasty deep.
Hot. Why, fo can I; or fo can any man:
But will they come, when you do call for them?
Glend. Why, I can teach thee, cousin, to com-
The devil..
[mand
Ho. And I can teach thec, coufin, to fhame the

devil,

By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the devil.
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be fworn, I have power to fhame him
bence.

O, while you live, tell truth, and fhame the devil.
Mort. Come, come,

No more of this unprofitable chat.

[made head Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke. Against my power: thrice, from the banks of Wye, And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent him, Bootelefs home, and weather-beaten back. [too!

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name?

Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide
our right,

According to our three-fold order taken ?
Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it

Hot. And I fay, the earth was not of my mind, Into three limits, very equally :

England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
By fouth and eaft, is to my part affign'd:
All weftward, Wales beyond the Severn fhore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower :-and, dear coz, to you.
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being fealed interchangeably,
[ing, (A bufinefs that this night may execute)
itriy-To-morrow, coufin Percy, you, and I,

If you fuppofe, as fearing you it shook.
Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth
did tremble.
[on fire,
Hot. O, then the earth fhook to fee the heavens
And not in fear of your nativity.
Difeafed nature oftentimes breaks forth
In ftrange eruptions: oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprifoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement
Shakes the old beldame 3 earth, And topples down
Steeples, and mofs-grown towers. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, having this diftemperature,
In paition fhook.

Glend. Coufin, of many men

I do not bear thefe croflings. Give me leave
To tell you once again,-that, at my birth,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were ftrangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
Thefe figns have mark'd me extraordinary ;
And all the courfes of my life do fhew,
I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the fea,
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's fon,

And my good lord of Worcester, will fet forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
My father Glendower is not ready yet,
Nor fhall we nced his help thefe fourteen days:-
Within that space, you may have drawn together
Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.
[To Glendower.

Glend. A horter time fhall fend me to you, lords,
And in my conduct thall your ladies come,
From whom you now must steal, and take no leave;
For there will be a world of water shed,
Upon the parting of your wives and you.

[here,

Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton

In quantity equals not one of yours:
Sce, how this river comes me cranking 4 in,

And cuts me, from the beft of all my land,

1 That is, entrance, beginning. An induction, however, was anciently fomething introductory to a play. 2 The crefjet-lights were lights fixed on a moveable frame or crofs like a turnftile, and were carried on pol s, in proceflions. 3 Beldame is uted here fimply in the fenfe of ancient mother. 4 Perhaps we should read crankling,

A huge

A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.

I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;
And here the fmug and filver Trent fhall run,
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

It fhall not wind with fuch a deep indent,
To rob me of fo rich a bottom here.

[doth. Glend. Not wind? it fhall, it muft; you fee it Mort. Yea, but mark, how he bears his courfe, and runs me up

With like advantage on the other fide;
Gelding the oppofed continent as much,
As on the other fide it takes from you.

[here,

Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him
And on this north fide win this cape of land;
And then he runs ftraight and even.

Hot. I'll have it fo; a little charge will do it.

Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

Hot. Will not you?

Glend. No, nor you shall not.

Hot. Who fhall fay me nay?
Glend. Why, that will I.

Hot. Let me not underftand you then,
Speak it in Welsh.

Glend. I can fpeak English, lord, as well as you;
For I was train'd up in the English court 2 :
Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
Many an English ditty, lovely well,

And gave the tongue 3 a helpful ornament;
A virtue that was never seen in you.

As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,—
He held me last night at the leaft nine hours,
In reckoning up the feveral devils' names,
That were his lacqueys: I cry'd, hum,-and well,
--go to,-

But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious
As a tired horfe, a railing wife;

Worse than a imoaky house:—I had rather live
With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far;
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
In any fummer-house in Chriftendom.

Mart. In faith, he is a very worthy gentleman;
Exceeding well read, and profited

In ftrange concealments 7; valiant as a lion,
And wond'rous affable; and as bountiful
As mines of India. Shall I tell you, coufin?
He holds your temper in a high respect,
And curbs himself even of his natural scope,
When you do crofs his humour; 'faith, he does:
I warrant you, that man is not alive,
Might fo have tempted him, as you have done,
Without the tafte of danger and reproof;
But do not use it oft, let me intreat you.

Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;
And, fince your coming hither, have done enough
To put him quite befide his patience.

You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault : Though fometimes it fhew greatness,courage,blood, (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,)

Hot. Marry, and I'm glad on't with all my heart; Yet oftentimes it doth present harth rage,

I had rather be a kitten and cry-mew,

Than one of these fame metre ballad-mongers:

I had rather hear a brazen candleftick + turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
And that would nothing fet my teeth on edge,
Nothing fo much as mincing poetry;
'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.

Glend. Come, you fhall have Trent turn'd.
Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice fo much land
To any well-deferving friend;

But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
Are the indentures drawn? fhall we be gone?
Glend. The moon fhines fair, you may away
by night:

(I'll hafte the writer 5) and, withal,

Break with your wives of your departure hence:
I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,
So much the doteth on her Mortimer.

[Exit.

Mort. Fie, coufin Percy! how you crois my

father!

Hot. I cannot chufe: fometimes he angers me
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant",
Of the dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies;
And of a dragon, and a finlefs fith,

A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,
A couching lion, and a ramping cat,
And fuch a deal of skimble-fkamble stuff

Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtinefs, opinion, and disdain :
The leaft of which, haunting a nobleman,
Lofeth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts befides,
Beguiling them of commendation.

Hot. Well, I am fchool'd; Good manners be

your speed!

Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
Re-enter Glendower, with the Ladies.
Mort. This is the deadly fpight that angers me,
My wife can fpeak no Euglifh, I no Welth.
Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part
with you,

She'll be a foldier too, fhe'll to the wars.

Mort. Good father, tell her,the, and my aunt
Percy,

Shall follow in your conduct fpeedily.

[Glendower Speaks to her in Welfb, and she anfwers him in the fame.

Glend. She's defperate here; a peevish felfwill'd harlotry, one

That no perfuafion can do good upon.

[Lady Speaks to Mortimer in Welb. Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Weith Which thou poureft down from thefe fwelling

heavens,

I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,

1 A cantle is a corner, or piece of any thing. 2 Mr Steevens favs, that the real name of Owen Glendower was Vaughan, and that he was originally a barrilter of the Middle Temple. 3 i. e. the English language. 4 The word is written-canflick in the quartos 1598, 1599, and 1608; and fo it might have been pronounced. He means the writer of the articles. This alludes to an old prophecy, which is faid to have induced Owen Glendower to take arms against king Henry. The mould-warp is the mole, fo called becaufe it renders the furface of the earth unlevel by the hillocks which it reifes. 7 i. e. fkilled in wonderful fecrets,

In fucha parly fhould I anfwer thee.

[The lady again in Welf.
I understand thy kiffes, and thou mine,
And that's a feeling difputation :
But I will never be a truant, love,
'fill I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Welth as fweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a fummer's bower,
With ravishing divifion, to her lute.

Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will the run mad.
[The Lady Speaks again in Welfh.
Mort. O, I am ignorance itfelf in this.

Glend. She bids you,
Upon the wanton ruthes lay you down,
And reft your gentle head upon her lap,
And the will fing the fong that pleafeth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the god of fleep?,
Charming your blood with pleafing heavinef;
Making fuch difference betwixt wake and fleep,
As is the difference betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progrefs in the eait.

[fing:

Mort. With all my heart I'll fit, and hear her By that time will our book 3, I think, be drawn. Glend. Do fo;

4 And thofe musicians that shall play to you,' Hang in the air a thoufand leagues from hence; Yet (traight they fhall be here, fit, and attend.

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy lap.

Lady. What's that?
Hot. Peace! The fings.

[Here the Lady fings a Welsh song. Come, Kate, I'll have your fong too. Lady. Not mine, in good footh.

Hot. Not yours, in good footh! 'Heart, you fwear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good footh; and, As true as I live; and, As God fhall mend me; and, As fure as day and givest fuch farcenet furcy for thy oaths, as if thou never walk'dit further than Fintbury “.

Swear me, Kate, Pike a lady, as thou art,
A good mouth-filling oath; and leave in footh,
And fuch profetts of pepper ginger-bread 7,
To velvet gaurds, and funday-citizens.
Come, fing.

The prefence-chamber in Windfor.
Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lords and

others.

K. Henry. Lords, give us leave; the Prince of
Wales and I

Lady. Go, ye giddy goose. [The mufic plays. Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands And 'tis no marvel, he's fo humourous. [Welsh; By'r-lady, he's a good musician. Must have fome private conference: But be near Lady. Then should you be nothing but mufical; | At hand, for.we shall presently have need of you.-for you are altogether govern'd by humours. Lie! till, ye thief, and hear the lady fing in Weith. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl

in Irish.

Lady. Would't have thy head broken?
Hot. No.

Lady. Then be still.

Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault 5.
Lady. Now God help thee!
Hot. To the Welth lady's bed.

[Exeunt Lords.

I know not whether God will have it fo,
For fome dupleafing fervice 13 I have done,
That, in his fecret doom, out of my blood
He'll breed revengement and a fcourge for me:
But thou doft, in thy paffages of life 14,
Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
To punith my mit-treadings. Tell me elle,
[Could fuch inordinate, and low defires,

I It was long the custom in this country, to ftrew the floors with rufhes, as we now cover them with carpets. 2 The expreffion is beautiful; intimating, that the god of fleep fhould not only fit on his eye-lids, but that he should fit crown'd, that is, pleated and delighted. 3 i. c. our papers of conditions, our articles. Every compolition, whether play, ballad, or hiftory, was anciently called a book. 4 And for an, which often fignifies in our author if or tho', is frequently ufed by old writers. 5 A proverbial expreffion; meaning, that it is the ufual fault of women never to do what they are bid or defired to do. 6 Open walks and fields near Chifwell-ftreet London Wall, by Moorgate; and at that time, the common refort of the citizens. 7 i. e. proteftations as common as the letters which children learn from an alphabet of ginger-bread. What we now call fpice, was then denominated pepper, gingerbread. 8. e. to fuch as have their cloaths adorned with fhreds of velvet, which appears then to have been a city fashion. 9 The next way is the nearest way. 10 Tailors seem to have been as remarkable for finging as weavers, of whole mufical turn Shakspeare has before made mention in this play. 11 The honourable Daines Barrington obferves, that "a gold-finch still continues to be called a proud tailor, în fome parts of England," which renders this paffage intelligible, that otherwife feems to have no meaning whatfoever. Perhaps this bird is called proud tailor, because his plumage is varied like a fuit of cloaths made out of remnants of different colours, fuch as a tailor might be fuppofed to wear. The fenfe then will be this:- -The next thing to finging onefelf, is to teach birds to fing, the gold-finch and the Robin. 12 See Note 3 above. 13 Service for action, fimply. 14 i. e. in the paffages of thy life.

Such

Such poor, fuch bare, fuch lewd, fuch mean at- Had his great name profaned with their fcoms;

P. Hory. So please your majcity, 1 would, I That being daily iwallow'd by men's eyes,

could They furfeited with honey; and began

K. Henry. Heaven pardon thee!—yet let me But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,

1 Man attempts are unworthy undertakings Lewd does not in this place barely fignify wanton, bat bicentious. 2 i. e. officious paralites. 31. e. True to him that had then poffeffion of the 4 This is an allufion to the fto, y of Prometheus's theft, who stole fire from thence; and 5 Rafh is heady, thoughtlefs: The metaphor feems to be whereby the value of the latter

as with this he made a man, fo with that Bolingbroke made a king. bate is rudhwood, which, fired, burns fiercely, but is foon out. taken in ingling courfe wool with fine, and carding them together, is danmith 4. The king mears, that Richard mingled and carded together his royal state with carping funds, &c. To card is fed by other writers for, to mix. quere: 1598, trads capring tools. i.c. made his prefence injurious to his reputation. 9 Meaning, of coury toy whofe vanity incited him to try his wit against the king's. Comparative, means equal, or mal in any thing. 19 To enjoy is a law term, fignifying to invest with poffeffions.

The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury:
A mighty and a fearful head they are,
If promifes be kept on every hand,
Mor-As ever offer'd foul play in a state.

To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
And thake the peace and fafety of our throne.
And what fay you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas,
timer,

Capitulate against us, and are up.

But wherefore do I tell thefe news to thee?
Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
Which art my near'ft and deareft 2 enemy?
Thou that art like enough,-through vaffal fear,
Bafe inclaration, and the start of spleen,-
To fight againft me under Percy's pay,
To dog his heels, and curt'fy at his frowns,
To fhew how much thou art degenerate,

P. Henry. Do not think fo, you fhall not find it fo: And heaven forgive them, that fo much have fway'd

Your majefty's good thoughts away from me!
I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
And, in the clofing of fome glorious day,
Be bold to tell you, that I am your fon,

When I will wear a garment all of blood,

And ftain my favours 3 in a bloody mask,

[to-day

K. Henry. The earl of Weftmoreland fet forth
With him my fon, lord John of Lancaster;
For this advertisement is five days old ;-
On Wednesday next, Harry, thou fhalt fet forward:
On Thursday, we ourfelves will march:
Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you
Shall march through Gloftershire; by which ac-
count,

Our bufinefs valued, fome twelve days hence
Our general forces at Bridgnorth fhall meet.
Our hands are full of bufinefs: let's away ;
Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.

SCENE III.

[Exeunt.

The Boar's-head Tavern in Eaft-cheap.

Enter Falfaff, and Bardolph.

Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely fince this last action? do I not bate? do I not

Which, wafh'd away, fhall fcour my fhame with it. dwindle? Why, my fkin hangs about me like a

And that thall be the day, whene'er it lights,
That this fame child of honour and renown,
This gallant Hotipur, this all-praised knight,
And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet :
For every honour fitting on his helm,
'Would they were multitudes; and on my head
My fhames redoubled for the time will come,
That I fhall make this northern youth exchange
His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
To engrofs up glorious deeds on my behalf:
And I will call him to fo ftrict account,
That he fhall render every glory up,
Yea, even the flighteft worthip of his time,
Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
This, in the name of God, I promife here:
The which if he be pleas'd I fhall perform,
I do befeech your majefty, may falve
The long-grown wounds of my intemperance:
If not, the end of life cancels all bands;
And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

K. Heary. A hundred thousand rebels die in
this:-

Thou shalt have charge, and fovereign truft herein.
Enter Blunt.

How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of
speed.

Blunt. So is the bufinefs that I come to speak of Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath fent word,That Douglas, and the English rebels met,

old lady's loofe gown; I am wither'd like an old apple-john. Well, I'll repent, and that fuddenly, while I am in fome liking; I thall be out of heart, fhortly, and then I fhall have no ftrength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the infide of

a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, abrew-. er's horfe; the infide of a church :-Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.

Bard. Sir John, you are fo fretful, you cannot) live long.

Fal. Why, there is it :-come fing me a bawdy fong; make me merry. I was as virtuously given, as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough: fwore little; dic'd, not above feven times a week; went to a bawdy-house, not above once in a quar-ter-of an hour; paid money that I borrow'd, three or four times; liv'd well, and in good compafs: and now I live out of all order, out of all compafs.

Bard. Why, you are fo fat, Sir John, that you muft needs be out of all compafs, out of all reafonable compafs, Sir John.

Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life: thou art our admiral, thou beareft the [lanthorn in the poop,--but 'tis in the note of thee; thou art the knight of the burning lamp.

Bard. Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm. Fal. No, I'll be fworn; I make as good use of it as many a man doth of a death's head, or a me=" mento mal: I never fee thy face, but I think upon hell-fire, and Dives that lived in purple; for

1 i. e. make head. 2 Dearest here means moft fatal, moft mifchievous, and fhould be fpelled deref. 3 Favours mean fome decoration ufually worn by knights in their helmets, as a prefentfrom a mistress, or a trophy from an enemy. 4 Mr. Steevens conjectures, that a brewer's horfe does not, perhaps, mean dray-kurfe, but the crofs-beam on which beci-barrels are carried into cellars, &c. and that the allufion may be to the taper form of this machine; while Mr. Tyrwhitt thinks,. that "Falitaff does not mean to point out any fimilitude to his own condition, but, on the contrary, fome ftriking diffimilitude. He lays here, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horfe; juft as in act II. fc. iv. he afferts the truth of feveral parts of his narrative, on pain of being confidered as a rogue - a- Jewan Ebrew Jew—a bunch of radish a horse.”

there.