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She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.

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

(Glendower speaks to ber in Welsh, and be an

fwers bim in the same.
Glend. She's defp'rate here: a peevish self-willid har-

lotry, i
That no persuasion can do good upon.

(Lady Jpeaks in Welsh, Mort. I understand thy looks ? that pretty Welsh, Which thou pow'r'ft down from those two swelling

I am too perfect in: and, but for shame,
In such a parly should I answer thee.

[The Lady again in Welth,
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'a thy language ; for thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair Queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing divifion to her lute.
Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will she run mad.

[The Lady Speaks again in Welsh. Mort. O, I am Ignorance itself in this.

Glend. She bids you,
All on the wanton rushes lay you down,
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will fing the song that pleaseth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the God of Sleep,

Charming your blood with pleafing heaviness ;
Making such diff'rence betwixt wake and sleep,
As is the diff'rence betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heav'nly-harness'd team
Begin his golden progress in the east.

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

Glend. Do so;
And those musicians, that shall play to you
Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence ;


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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 goose. [The mufick plays.

Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh, and 'tis no marvel, he is so humourous: by'r lady, he's a good musician

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 Welse.

Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irisle:
Lady. Would't have thy head broken?
Hot. No.
Lady. Then be ftill.
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, she sings.

[Here the Lady fings a Welsh fong. Come, I'll have your song too.

Lady. Not mine in good footh.

Hot. Not yours, in good footh! you swear like a comfit-maker's wife; not you, in good footh; and, as true as I live; and, as God small mend me; and, as fure as day: and givest such farcenet surety for thy oaths, as if thou never walk d'It further than Finsbury. Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath, and leave infooth, And such protest of pepper-ginger-bread, To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens. Come, fing

Lady. I will not fing

Hof. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be Robin. Red-breast 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 lord Percy is on fire to go.


By this our book is drawn: we will bat seal,
And then to horse immediately.

Mórt, With all my heart.


SCENE changes to the Presence-chamber in



. Lo

'Inter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lords and others.

ORDS, give us leave; the Prince of

Wales and I
Must have some private conference: but be near,
For we fhall presently have need of you.

[Exeunt Lords.
I know not, whether God will have it so,
For some displeafing service I have done;
That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
He breeds revengement and a scourge for me:
But thou doft in thy passages of life
Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heav'n,
To panish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,
Could such inordinate and low defires,

such base, such lewd, such mean attempts,
Such barren pleasutes, rude society,
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 Majesty, I wish, I could
Quit all offences with as clear excuse,
As well, as, I am doubtless, I can purge
My self of many I am charg'd withal.
Yet such extenuation let me beg,
As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,
Which oft the ear of Greatness needs must hear,
By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers ;
I may for some things true (wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander'd, and irregular)
Find pardon on my true submission.
K. Henry. Heav'n pardon thçe : yet let me wonder,


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At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Quite from the flight of all thy Ancestors.
Thy place in council thou haft rudely lost,
Which by thy younger brother is fupply'd;
And art almost an alien to the hearts
Of all the Court and Princes of my blood,
The hope and expectation of thy time
Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
Prophetically does fore-think thy Fall.
Had I so lavish of my presence been,
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
So ftale and cheap to vulgar company;
Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had ftill kept loyal to poffeffion ;
And left me in reputeless banishment,
A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
But being feldom seen, I could not ftir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at !
That men would tell their children, this is he.
Others would say, where? which is Bolingbroke?
And then I stole all courtesie from heav'n,
And dreft my self in much humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud Mouts and salutations from their mouths,
Even in the presence of the crowned King.
Thus I did keep my person fresh and new,
My presence, like a robe pontifical,
Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at; and so my

Seldom, but sumptuous, thewed like a feast,
And won, by rareness, such solemnity.
The skipping King, he ambled up and down
With shallow jefters, and ralh bavin wits,
Soon kindled, and soon burnt; carded his State ;
Mingled his Royalty with carping fools ;
Had his great name profaned with cheir scorns ;

gave his countenance, against his name,
To laugh at gybing boys, and stand the push)
Of every beardless, vain comparative :
Grew a companion to the common streets,
Enfeoft'd himself to popularity :
Vol. IV.



That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
They surfeited with honey, and began
To loath the taste of fweetness; whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So when he had occafion to be seen,
He was but, as the Cuckow is in June,
Heard, not regarded ; feen, but with such eyes,
As, fick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze;
Such as is bent on sun like Majesty,
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes :
But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
Slept in his face, and rendred such aspect
As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd and full.
And in that very line, Harry, stand 'It thou ;
For thou hast lost thy Princely privilege
With vile participation. Not an eye,
But is a-weary of thy common sight,
Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more ;
Which now doth, what I would not have it do,
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.

P. Henry. I shall hereafter, my thrice.gracious lord,
Be more my

K. Henry. For all the world,
As thou art at this hour was Richard then,
When I from France fet foot at Ravenspurg
And ev'n as I was then, is Percy now.
Now by my scepter, and my soul to boot,
He hath more worthy interest to the State,
Than thou, the shadow of succession !
For, of no Right, nor colour like to Right,
He doth fill fields with harness in the Realm,
Turns head against the Lion's armed jaws;
And, being no more in debt to years than thou,
Leads ancient lords and rev'rend bishops on,
To blood y battels, and to bruising arms.
What never-dying honour hath he got
Against renowned Dewgłas, whose high deeds,
Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms,

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