Or dive into the bottom of the Deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, * But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! 8 Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, Wor. Those fame noble Scots, That are your prifoners Hot. I'll keep them all. By heav'n, he shall not have a Scot of them: Wor. You ftart away, And lend no ear unto my purposes; Hot. I will; that's flat: He faid, he would not ransom Mortimer: ོ Nay, I will have a Starling taught to speak Wor. Hear you, coufin, a word. Hot. All Studies here I folemnly defie, 7 But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!] I think this finely expreffed. The image is taken from one who turns from another, so as to stand before him with a fide face; which implied neither a full conforting, nor a feparation. 8 He apprehends a world of figures here.] This, I suppose, alludes to what he had faid before of unclasping a fecret book. (But that, I think, his father loves him not, Wor. Farewel, my kinfman; I will talk to you, When you are better temper'd to attend. [fool North. Why, what a wafp-tongu'd and impatient Art thou, to break into this woman's mood, Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own? [rods, In Richard's time-what do ye call the place? 'Twas where the mad-cap Duke his uncle kept- Hot. You fay true: Why, what a deal of candied Courtefie Hot. I have done, i'faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. [To Hot-fpur. Deliver them without their ransom straight, And make the Dowglas' Son your only mean For Pow'rs in Scotland; which, for divers reafons Which I shall send you written, be affur'd, Will eafily be granted. -9 You, my lord, [To North. 9-You, my lord,] Here Dr. Thirlby rightly reformed the pointing. Your Your Son in Scotland being thus employ'd, Of that fame noble Prelate, well belov'd, Hot. York, is't not? Wor. True, who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. As what, I think, might be; but what, I know, And only stays but to behold the face Hot. I fmell it: on my life, it will do well. Wor. So they fhall. Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him. 1 I speak not this in eftimation,] Eftimation for conje&ure. But between this and the foregoing verfe it appears there were fome lines which are now loft. For, confider the fenfe. What was it that was ruminated, plotted, and fet down? Why, as the text ftands at prefent, that the Archbishop bore his brother's death hardly. It is plain then that they were fome confequences of that refentment which the speaker informed Hot-fpur of, and to which his conclufion of, I speak not this by conjecture but on good proof, must be referred. But fome player, I fuppofe, thinking the speech too long, ftruck them out. I 4 Ι Wor. in this, Wor. Coufin, farewel. No further go [trust. North. Farewel, good brother; we fhall thrive, I Hot. Uncle, adieu: O let the hours be short, 'Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport! [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. An Inn at Rochefter. Enter a Carrier with a Lanthorn in his Hand. I CARRIER. HEIGH ho' an't be not four by the day, I'll be hang'd. Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not packt. What, oftler? Oft. [within.] Anon, anon. 1 Car. I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cutt's faddle, put a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is wrung in the withers, out of all cefs. 1 out of all cefs.] The Oxford Editor not understanding this phrafe, has alter'd it to-out of all cafe. As if it were likely that a blundering tranfcriber fhould change fo common a word as cafe for cefs? which, it is probable, he understood no more than this critic; but it means out of all measure: the phrase being taken from a cefs, tax or fubfidy; which being by regular and moderate rates, when any thing was exorbitant, or out of measure, it was faid to be, out of all cefs. Enter Enter another Carrier. 2 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this house is turn'd upfide down, fince Robin Oftler dy'd. I Car. Poor fellow never joy'd fince the price of oats rofe, it was the death of him. 2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas: I am stung like a Tench. I Car. Like a Tench? by th' Mafs, there's ne'er a King in Christendom could be better bit than I have been fince the first cock. 2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jourden, and then we leak in your chimney: and your chamber-lie breeds fleas 4 like a Loach. I Car. What, oftler, come away, and be hang'd, come away. 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two (a) razes of ginger to be deliver'd as far as Charing-crofs. I Car. 'Odsbody, the Turkies in my panniers are quite starv'd. What, oftler? a plague on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head? canft not hear? an 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain. Come and be hang'd, haft no faith in thee? Enter Gads-hill. Gads. Good-morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? Car. I think, it be two o'clock. Gads. I pr'ythee, lend me thy lanthorn, to see my gelding in the ftable. 2 as dank] i. e. wet, rotten. Mr. Pope. 3 there's ne'er a King in Chriftendom could be better bit] Time, here, has added a pleafantry to the expreffion. For I think, the word to bite was not then used in the cant fenfe to deceive or impofe upon. 4 like a Loach.] Scotch, a lake. [(a) Raxes] Bales. Mr. Theobald.] |