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For the hot vengeance and the rod of heav'n,
To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,
Coud such inordinate and low desires,
Such poor, such base, such lewd, 'luch mean attempts,
Such barren plealures, rude society,
As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,
the greatnels of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart ?
P Henry So please your Majelly, I would, I could
Quit all offences with as clear excuse,
As weil, as, I am doubtless, I can purge
My lelf of many I am charg'd withal.
2 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 iome things true wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
Find jardon on my true submission.
K. Lienry. Heav’n pardon thee. Yet let me wonder,
At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Quite from the fight of all thy Ancestors.
Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,
Which by thy younger brother is supply'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,
'caich leud, sich mear AT me bog so much cxtenuation,
TEMPTS,] Slap ar cer that, non confutation of many tainly wrote ATTAINTS, i. e. fije charges, I may le jardoned uniawful actions. WARB. Sumne iha' ore t'ue.
I should read 2 12t fuch exteruotion let wie 0 : reproof instead of in reprco',
bes, &c.] The confruc- but concerning Sbake peare's parțion is fomewhat obscure. Let cicles there is no certainty.
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
So stale and cheap to vulgar company,
Cpinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had still kept } loyal to possession,
And left me in reputeless banishment,
A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
But being feldom seen, I could not stir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at,
That men would tell their children, this is be ;
Others would say, where? which is Bolingbroke?
* And then I stole all courtesie from heav'n,
And drest myself in much humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud shouts and falutations 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 feen, but wonder'd at; and so my State,
Seldom, but sumptuous, shewed like a feast,
And won, by rareness, such solemnity.
The skipping King, he ambled up and down
With shallow jelters, and srash bavio wits,
Soon kindled, and soon burnt; 6 'scarded his State ;
3 loyal to prelion.] True to thence, by which power is best lim that had then pošaljion of the procured, is called a theft. The
thought is exquisitely great and 4 find then I fiole all courtefie beautiful. WARBURTON.
from heav'n,] This is an al 5 Rash bavin wts. Rallis lusion to the story of Prom- beady, thuhtlefs. Bavin is theus's theft, who stole free from Irushwood, which, fired, burns thence; and as with this he made fiercely, but is foon out. a Man, so with that, Boling
6 In former copies, treke made a King.
CARDED his State ; ] Gods were supposed jealous in Richard is here represented as appropriating reason to them- laying aside his royalty, and mixfelves, the getting fire from ing himself with common jesters. thence, which lighted it up in This will lead us to the true readthe mind, was called a theft; ing, which I suppose is, and as power is their preroga
'SCARDED bis Siate; tive, the getting courtelie from i. e. discarded, threw off. Ware.
Mingled his Royalty with carping fools ;
Had his great name profaned with their scorns ;
7 And gave his countenance, against his name,
To laugh at gybing boys, and stand the puth
8 Of every beardless, vain comparative ;
Grew a companion to the common streets,
Enfeoff'd himself to popularity,
That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
They surfeited with honey, and began
To loath the taste of sweetness; whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So when he had occasion to be seen,
He was but, as the Cuckow is in June,
Heard, not regarded ; seen, but with such eyes,
As, sick 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'st 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. [Weeping
7 And gave his countenance, why, with so much wit, he ne
again't his name. ) Made ver attempted raillery, he anhis presence injurious to his re- swered, that he who practised putation.
raillery ought to bear it in his Of every becrdless, vain com turn, and that to stand the butę
parative.] Of every boy of raillery was not suitable to whose vanity incited him to try the dignity of a King. Scudery's his wit against the king's. Conversation. When Lewis XIV, was asked,
P. Henry. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, Be more my felf.
K. Henry. For all the world,
As thou art at this hour was Richard then,
When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg :
And ev'n as I was then, is Percy now.
Now by my scepter, and my soul to boot,
9 He hath more worthy interest to the State,
Than thou, the shadow of succeflion !
For, of no Right, nor colour like to Right,
He doth fil 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 bloody battles, and to bruising arms.
What never dying honour hath he got
Against renowned Dowglas, whose high deeds,
Whofe hot incursions, and great name in arms,
Holds from all soldiers chief majority,
And military Title capital,
Through all the Kingdoms that acknowledge Christ?
Thrice hath this Hot-Spur, Mars in swathing cloaths,
This infant warrior, in his enterprises,
Discomfited great Dowglas, ta’en him once,
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
And shake the peace and safety of our Throne.
And what say you to this ? Percy, Northumberland,
Th’Archbishop's Grace of York, Dowglas, and Mor-
Capitulate against us, and are up.
But wherefore do I tell this news to thee?
Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, ,
9 He hath more worthy interest Spur hath a right to the kingdom to the flate,
more worthy than thou, who halt Tiven thou, the madow of suce only the padowy right of lineal
ceffion!] This is obscure. fuccefsion, while he has real and I believe the meaning is --!ict. folid power.
Which art my near’st and * dearest enemy?
Thou that art like enough through vassal fear,
Base inclination, and the start of spleen,
To fight against me under Percy's pay,
To dog his heels, and curt’sie at his frowns,
To show how much thou art degenerate.
P. Hinry. Do not think so, you shall not find it fo :
And heav'n forgive them, that so much have sway'd
Your Majesty's good thoughts away from me!
I will redkem all this on Percy's head.
And in the closing of some glorious day,
Be bold to tell you, that I am your son.
When I will wear a garment all of blood,
· And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
Which, wash'd away, shall scower my shame with it.
And that shall be the day, when e'er it lights,
That this fame child of honour and renown,
This gallant Hot-four, this all-praised Knight,
And your unthought of Harry, chance to meet.
For every honour fitting on his helm,
'Would they were multitudes, and on my head
My shames redoubled! for the time will come,
That I shall make this northern youth exchange
His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
T'engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
And I will call him to fo strict account,
That he shall render every glory up,
Yea, even the flighteít worship of his time,
Or I will tear the reck’ning from his heart.
This in the name of heav'n I promise here :
The which, if I perform, and do survive,
I do beseech your Majesty, may falve
The long-grown wounds of my intemperance.
Dearest is 7:0f? fatal, mo? read favour, i e. countenance. mifin avaus,
WARBURTON. I and liain my favours in a Favours are features. Ilody mush, ] We fould