A couching lion, and a ramping cat, And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,- In reckoning up the several devils' names, That were his lackeys: I cried, humph,--and well,go to, But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious Worse than a smoky house:--I had rather live Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman: In strange concealments; valiant as a lion, Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame ; You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: 2 3 "He held ine, last night," &c.-MALONE. profited In strange concealments;] Skilled in wonderful secrets. opinion,] Means here self-opinion, or conceit. The least of which, haunting a nobleman, Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain Beguiling them of commendation. Hot. Well, I am school'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 spite that angers me,My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps: she will not part with you, She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. Mort. Good father, tell her,—that she, and my aunt Percy, Shall follow in your conduct speedily. [GLENDOWER speaks to his Daughter in Welsh, and she answers him in the same. Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-will'd harlotry, One no persuasion † can do good upon. [Lady M. speaks to MORTIMER in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Which thou pourest down from these swelling heavens, I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, In such a parley would I answer thee. [Lady M. speaks. I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation": But I will never be a truant, love, Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, With ravishing division, to her lute3. + "One that no persuasion ”—MALONE. 4 a feeling disputation :] i. e a contest of sensibility, a reciprocation in which we engage on equal terms. 5 With ravishing division, to her lute.] Divisions were very uncommon in vocal musick during the time of Shakspeare. BURNEY. Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. [Lady M. speaks again. Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this. Glend. She bids you Upon the wanton rushes lay you down †, Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing: And those musicians that shall play to you, GLENDOWER speaks some Welsh words, and then the Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh ; And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous. By'r-lady, he's a good musician. Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical; "She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down,”— MALONE. 6 Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep,] She will lull you by her song into soft tranquillity, in which you shall be so near to sleep as to be free from perturbation, and so much awake as to be sensible of pleasure; a state partaking of sleep and wakefulness, as the twilight of night and day. JOHNSON. for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Hot I had rather hear lady, my brach, howl in Irish. Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken? Hot. No. Lady P. Then be still. Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault. Lady P. Now God help thee! Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Hot. Peace! she sings. A Welsh SONG sung by Lady M. Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth: and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me; and, As sure as day: And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, As if thou never walk'dst further than Finsbury . Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath; and leave in sooth, To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens. Lady P. I will not sing. Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be redbreast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours; and so come in when you will. [Exit. As if thou never walk'dst further than Finsbury.] Open walks and fields near Chiswell-street, London-wall, by Moorgate; the common resort of the citizens, as appears from many of our ancient comedies. 9 - velvet-guards,] To such as have their clothes adorned with shreds of velvet, which was, I suppose, the finery of cockneys. JOHNSON. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as slow, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go. By this our book's drawn'; we'll but seal, and then Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt. SCENE II. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY, Prince of Wales, and Lords. K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the prince of Wales and I Must have some conference +: But be near at hand, [Exeunt Lords. I know not whether God will have it so, Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to, Accompany the greatness of thy blood, P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could 1 our book's drawn ;] i. e. our articles. Every composition, whether play, ballad, or history, was called a book, on the registers of ancient publications. some private conference : "-MALONE. |