Mort. Fie, coufin Percy, how you crofs my father. Hot. I cannot chufe. Sometime he angers me, With telling of the Moldwarp and the Ant, ? Of dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies; And of a dragon, and a finless fish,

A clipt-wing Griffin, and a moulting Raven,
A couching Lion, and a ramping Cat,
And fuch a deal of fkimble-fkamble ftuff,
As puts me from my faith.
faith. I tell you what,
He held me the last night at least nine hours,
In reck'ning up the feveral devils names,
That were his lackeys: I cry'd, hum,—and well,
But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious
As a tir'd horfe, or as a railing wife;
Worfe than a fmoaky house. I'd rather live
With cheese and garlick, in a windmil, far,
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
In any fummer-houfe in christendom.

Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman;
Exceedingly well read, and profited
In ftrange concealments; valiant as a Lion;
And wond'rous affable; as bountiful
As Mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ?
He holds your temper in a high refpect,
And curbs himself, even of his natural fcope,

When

I

you do cross his humour; 'faith, he does;
that man is not alive

warrant you,

Might fo have tempted him as you have done,
Without the taste of danger and reproof.
But do not use it oft, let me intreat you.

of the Moldwarp and the Ant,] This alludes to an old prophecy which is faid to have induced Owen Glendower to take arms against King Henry. VOL. IV.

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See Hall's Chronicle, folio 20.

-prefited

POPE.

In Ararge concealments ;-
Skilled in wonderful fecrets.

-]

Wor.

Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too * wilful blame,
And, fince your coming here, have done enough
To put him quite befides his patience.

You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault;
Though fometimes it fhews greatnefs, courage, blood,
(And that's the deareft grace it renders you)
Yet oftentimes it doth prefent harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtinefs, opinion, and difdain;
The leaft of which, haunting a Nobleman,
Lofeth men's hearts, and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts befides,
Beguiling them of commendation.

Hot. Well, I am fchool'd: good manners be your speed!

Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

Enter Glendower, with the ladies.

Mort. This is the deadly fpight that angers me, My wife can speak no Englife, I no Web.

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 fellow in your conduct speedily.

[Glendower Speaks to her in Welsh, and she anfwers him in the fame.

Glend. She's defp'rate here,

harlotry,

a peevish felf-will'd

That no perfuafion can do good upon.

[Lady Speaks in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welsh, Which thou pour'it down from thofe two fwelling

heavens,

teo viljul-blame,] This is a mode of fpeech with which I am not acquainted. Perhaps it might be read too wilful-blunt,

or too wilful-bent, or thus, Indeed, my lord, you are to blame, too wilful.

I am too perfect in, and, but for shame,
In fuch a parly fhould I anfwer thee.

[The Lady again in Welfh.

I understand thy kiffes, and thou mine,
And that's a feeling difputation;

But I will never be a truant, love,

'Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Web 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, it thou melt, then will fhe run mad. [The Lady Speaks again in Welfh.

Mort. O, I am Ignorance itfelf in this.
Glend. She bids you,

2

All on the wanton rufhes lay you down,
And reft your gentle head upon her lap,
And fhe will fing the fong that pleafeth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the God of Sleep,
Charming your blood with pleafing heavinefs;
Making fuch diff'rence betwixt wake and fleep,
As is the diff'rence betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heav'nly-harnefs'd team
Begins his golden progrefs in the caft.

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

6 And those musicians, that fhall play to you Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; Yet itrait they fhall be here. Sit, 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 mufick plays. Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh: and 'tis no marvel, he is fo humorous, 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 Welsh.

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

Lady. Would't have thy head broken?
Hot. No.

Lady. Then be ftill.

Hot. 7 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 jong.

Come, I'll have your fong too.

Lady. Not mine in good footh.

Hict. Not yours, in good footh! you fwear like a comfit-maker's wife, not you, in good focth; 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,

• And THOSE muficians, that I read therefore

thall play to you

Hang in the air Yet] The particle et being used here adverfatively, must have a particle of conceffion preceding it.

And THO' TH' musicians—
WARBURTON.

7 Neither. 'Tis a woman's fault.] I do not plainly fee what is a woman's fault.

A good

A good mouth-filling oath, and leave infooth,
And fuch protest of pepper-ginger-bread,
To 'velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens.
Come, fing.

Lady. I will not fing.

串

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 fo come in when ye will. [Exit. Glen. Come, come, lord Mortimer, you are as low, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.

By this our book is drawn: we will but feal,

And then to horse immediately.

Mort. With all my heart.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

Changes to the Prefence-chamber in Windfor.

Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lords and others.

K. Henry.

ORDS, give us leave; the Prince of
Wales and I

Muft have fome private conference; but be near,
For we fhall presently have need of you.

my

[Exeunt Lords.

blood

I know not, whether God will have it fo,
9 For fome difpleafing service I have done,
That, in his fecret doom, out of
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

Velvet-guards.] To fuch as have their cloaths adorned with fhreds of velvet, which was, I fappofe. the finery of Cockneys.

Tis the next way to turn taylor, &c.] I fuppofe Percy

means, that finging is a mean quality, and therefore he excufes his lady.

9 For fome difpleafing fervice-] Service for action, fimply.

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WARBURTON.

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