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 Welsh, and she an-. fwers bim in the fame. Glend. She's defp'rate here: a peevish felf-will'd harlotry, i That no perfuafion can do good upon. Lady fpeaks in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks? that pretty Welsh, Which thou pow'r'ft down from thofe two fwelling heavens, I am too perfect in: and, but for fhame, In fuch a parly fhould I answer thee. [The Lady again in Welsh, I understand thy kiffes, and thou mine; But I will never be a truant, love, "Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will fhe run mad. The Lady Speaks again in Welfh. Mort. O, I am Ignorance itfelf in this. All on the wanton rufhes lay you down, A 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 those musicians, that fhall play to you Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence;" Yet Yet ftrait they shall 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. Lad. Go, ye giddy goofe. [The mufick plays. Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh, and 'tis no marvel, he is fo humourous: by'r lady, he's a good mufician. Lady. Then would 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 Irisk: Hot. No. Lady. Then be still. Hot. Neither, 'tis a woman's fault. Lady. Now God help thee! Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Lady. What's that? Hot. Peace, fhe fings. [Here the Lady fings a Welsh song. Come, I'll have your fong too. Lady. Not mine in good footh. Hot. Not yours, in good footh! 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'd'ft further than Finsbury. : Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art, Lady. I will not fing. Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be RobinRed-breaft teacher: if the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours: and so come in, when ye will. [Exit. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer, you are as flow, As hot ford Percy is on fire to go. By By this our book is drawn: we will but seal, Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Prefence-chamber in Windfor. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lords and others. K. Henry. L ORDS, give us leave; the Prince of Muft have fome private conference: but be near, [Exeunt Lords. I know not, whether God will have it fo, Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd Such poor, fuch bafe, fuch lewd, fuch mean attempts, Such barren pleasures, rude fociety, As thou art match'd withal and grafted to, And hold their level with thy princely heart? P. Henry, So please your Majefty, I wish, I could As well, as, I am doubtless, I can purge Yet fuch extenuation let me beg, As, in reproof of many tales devis'd, Which oft the ear of Greatness needs must hear, Find pardon on my true fubmiffion. K. Henry. Heav'n pardon thee: yet let me wonder, Harry, At At thy affections, which do hold a wing Of all the Court and Princes of my blood. State, That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, VOL. IV. That That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, To loath the taste of fweetness; whereof a little Such as is bent on fun like Majefty, When it fhines feldom in admiring eyes: But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down, As cloudy men use to their adversaries, Save mine, which hath defir'd to fee thee more; P. Henry. I fhall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, Be more my felf. K. Henry. For all the world, As thou art at this hour was Richard then, For, of no Right, nor colour like to Right, Holds |