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

Worse than a smoky houfe:-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 Christendom.

Mor. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman;
Exceedingly well read, and profited
In ftrange concealments; valiant as a lion,
And wond'rous affable; and as bountiful
As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ?
He holds your temper in a high respect,
And curbs himself even of his natural scope,
When you do cross 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 entreat 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 greatnefs, courage, blood,
(And that's the dearest grace it renders you)
Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain:
The least of which, haunting a nobleman,
Lofeth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts besides,

2

Beguiling them of commendation.

Hot. Well, I am school'd; Good manners be your fpeed! Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

Y profited in frange concealments ;)-kill'd in admirable fecrets.

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to blame, too wilful.

opinion,]-felf-conceit.

Re

Re-enter Glendower, with the ladies.

Mort. This is the deadly 'fpight that angers me, My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.

Glend. My daughter weeps; fhe will not part with you, She'll be a foldier too, fhe'll to the wars.

Mort. Good father, tell her,fhe, and my aunt Percy, Shall follow in your conduct fpeedily,

[Glendower Speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers

bim in the fame.

с

Glend. She's defperate here; a peevish felf-will'd har

lotry, one

That no perfuafion can do good upon.

d

[Lady Speaks to Mortimer in Welb. Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Which thou poureft down from these fwelling heavens, I am too perfect in; and, but for fhame,

In fuch a parly fhould I anfwer thee.

[The lady again in Welfḥ,

I understand thy kiffes, and thou mine,,

And that's a feeling difputation:

f

But I will never be a truant, love,

'Till I have learn'd thy-language; for thy tongue
Makes Welfh 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 she run mad.
[The lady Speaks again in Well.

Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this.

b Spight]-vexation.

berlotry,]-vixen.

ROMEO AND JULIET, Act IV. S. 2. Cap.

• that pretty Welsh)-those eloquent tears.
• In such a party]-In the felf fame language.
be a truant,-ccafe, fufpend my application.
With ravifting divifion,in the most exact time.

Glend

Glend. She bids you,

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Upon the wanton rufhes lay you down,

i

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 heavinefs;
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 east.

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

And thofe muficians that fhall play to you,

Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence;

Yet ftraight 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. Go, ye giddy goofe. [The mufic plays. Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh; And 'tis no marvel, he's fo humorous.

By'r-lady, he's a good musician.

Lady. Then fhould you be nothing but mufical; for you are altogether govern'd by humours. Lie ftill, ye thief, and hear the lady fing in Welsh.

Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.

"Did foftly prefs the rubes."

CYMBELINE, A&t II. S. 2. Lack. i And she will fing, &c.]-She will lull you, by her fong, into that ftate of calm repofe, and sweet tranquillity, wherein you fhall be to near to fleep, as to be free from perturbation, and fo much awake, as to be fenfible of pleasure; a ftate partaking of fleep and wakefulness, as the twilight of day and night.

k our book,]-the articles, or deed of partition.. 1 An; and if, and though.

Lady,

[Here the lady fings a Welfb fong.

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 giveft fuch " farcenet furety for thy oaths, as if thou never walk'dft further than Finsbury.

Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,

A good mouth-filling oath; and leave in footh,
And fuch protefts of pepper ginger-bread,
To" velvet guards, and funday-citizens.
Come, fing.

Lady. I will not fing.

Hot. Tis the next way to turn tailor, or Red-breaft teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours; and fo come in when ye will. [Exit. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as flow, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.

By this our book is drawn; we will but feal,
And then to horfe immediately.

Mort. With all my heart.

[Exeunt.

m'tis a woman's fault. ]-not to do as we are bidden, or defired. farcenet]-flender.

° velvet guards,]-Madams in velvet flounces.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, Vol. I. p. 446. Bent. 'Tis the next way, &c.]-The next mean quality to finging one's felf, is to teach the gold-finch, and the robin, to fing-or be Red-breaft teacher.

SCENE

SCENE II.

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,

Must have some private conference: But be near
At hand, for we shall presently have need of you.-

[Exeunt Lords.

I know not whether God will have it fo,
For some displeasing * service 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,

Make me believe,—that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
To punish my mif-treadings. Tell me elfe,
Could fuch inordinate and low defires,

Such poor, fuch bare, fuch 1 lewd, fuch mean attempts,
Such barren pleasures, rude fociety,

As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,

And hold their level with thy princely heart?

P. Henry. So please your majefty, I would, I could Quit all offences with as clear excuse,

As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge
Myself of many I am charg'd withal:
Yet fuch extenuation let me beg,

As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,

Which oft the ear of greatnefs needs must hear,---

• fervice]-action. Lewd,-licentious.

in reproof of-when I fhall have refuted.

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