Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.
He prefently, as Greatnefs knows itself,
Steps me a little higher than his vow

Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
Upon the naked fhore at Ravenfpurg.

And now, forfooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain Edicts, and fome ftrait Decrees,
That lay too heavy on the Common-wealth
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
Over his Country's wrongs; and by this face,
This feeming brow of justice, did he win
The hearts of all that he did angle for;
Proceeded further, cut me off the heads
Of all the Fav'rites that the abfent King
In Deputation left behind him here,
When he was personal in the Irish war.
Blunt. I came not to hear this.
Hot. Then, to the point

In fhort time after, he depos'd the King,
Soon after That depriv'd him of his life,

And, in the neck of that, * tafk'd the whole State.
To make that worse, fuffer'd his kinfman March,
Who is, if every Owner were right plac'd,

Indeed his King, to be incag'd in Wales,
There without ranfom to lie forfeited;
Difgrac'd me in my happy Victories,
Sought to entrap me by intelligence,
Rated my uncle from the Council-board,

In

rage difmifs'd my father from the Court,

Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,
And in conclufion drove us to feek out
*This head of fafety; and withal to pry
Into his Title too, the which we find
Too indirect for long continuance.

In this whole fpeech he allades again to fome paffages in Richard the fecond.

Tafk'd the whole State.] I fuppofe it fhould be, tax'd the

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whole state.

4 This bead of fafety.] This army from which I hope for pro

tection.

Blunt.

Blunt. Shall I return this anfwer to the King?
Hot. Not fo, Sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile.
-Go to the King, and let there be impawn'd
Some furety for a fafe return again;

And in the morning early fhall my uncle
Bring him our purposes. And fo farewel.

Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love!
Hot. It may be, so we shall.

Blunt. Pray heav'n, you do!

SCENE

[Exeunt.

VI.

Changes to the Archbishop of York's Palace.

Enter the Archbishop of York, and Sir Michaell. IE, good Sir Michaell, bear this fealed brief

York.

HIE

With winged hafte to the Lord Marefhal;
This to my coufin Scroop, and all the rest
To whom they are directed. If you knew
How much they do import, you wou'd make hafte.
Sir Mich. My lord, I guess their tenour.
York. Like enough.

To morrow, good Sir Michaell, is a day,
Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
Muft bide the touch; for, Sir, at Shrewsbury,
As I am truly giv'n to understand,

The King, with mighty and quick-raifed power,
Meets with lord Harry; and, I fear, Sir Michaell,
What with the fickness of Northumberland,
Whose pow'r was in the firft proportion,
And what with Owen Glendower's abfence thence,
Who with them was a rated finew too,

5 Sealed brief.] A brief is fimply a letter.

In the firft proportion.] Whofe quota was larger than that of any other man in the confederacy.

6-a rated finew 100,] So the

first edition, i. e. accounted a ftrong aid.

POPE.

Aftrength on which we reckoned; a help of which we made

account.

And

And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies.
I fear the pow'r of Percy is too weak,
To wage an inftant tryal with the King.

Sir Mich. Why, my good lord, there's Douglas, and lord Mortimer.

York. No, Mortimer is not there.

Sir Mich. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Harry Percy, And there's my lord of Worcester, and a head Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.

York. And so there is; but yet the King hath drawn The fpecial head of all the Land together,

The Prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster,
The noble Weftmorland, and warlike Blunt ;
And many more corrivals, and dear men

Of eftimation and command in arms.

Sir Mich. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd.

York. I hope no lefs; yet, needful 'tis to fear.
And to prevent the worst, Sir Michaell, fpeed;
For if lord Percy thrive not, ere the King
Difmifs his Power, he means to vifit us;
For he hath heard of our Confederacy,

And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him;
Therefore make hafte, I must go write again

To other friends; and fo farewel, Sir Michaell. [Exeunt.

VOL. IV.

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ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.

The Camp at SHREWSBURY.

Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmorland, Sir Walter Blunt, and Falstaff.

H

K. HENRY.

OW bloodily the Sun begins to peer
Above yon busky hill! the day looks palę
At his diftemperature.

P. Henry. The fouthern wind

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And, by his hollow whiftling in the leaves,
Foretels a tempeft, and a bluft'ring day.

K. Henry. Then with the lofers let it fympathize, For nothing can feem foul to thofe that win.

[The Trumpet founds.

Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon.

K. Henry. How now, my lord of Wor'fter? 'tis not well

That you and I fhould meet upon fuch terms
As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our Truft,
And made us doff our eafie robes of peace,
To crush our old limbs in ungentle fteel;

7A V.] It feems proper to be rema ked, that in the cdt'ons printed while the authour lived, this play is not broken inThe division which was made by the players in the firit folio feems commodious enough, but, being without authority, may

to acts

be changed by any editor who thinks himself able to make a better.

To his purposes.] That is, to the fan's, to that which the fun portends by his unufual appearance.

This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
What fay you to't? will you again unknit
This churlish knot of all-abhorred war,
And move in that obedient Orb again,
Where you did give a fair and natural light,
And be no more an exhal'd meteor,

A prodigy of fear, and a portent

Of broached mifchief, to the unborn times?
Wer. Hear me, my Liege.

For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag end of my life
With quiet hours, for I do proteft,

I have not fought the day of this diflike.

K. Henry. You have not fought it, Sir? how comes it then?

Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
P. Henry. Peace, Chewet, peace.

Wor. It pleas'd your Majefty, to turn your looks
Of favour from my felf, and all our House,
And yet I must remember you, my lord,
We were the first and deareft of your friends;

9 Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

Prince. Peace, Chevet, peace] This, I take to be an arbitrary Refinement of Mr. Pope's: nor can I easily agree, that Chevet is Shae fpeare's Word here. Why fhould Prince Henry call Falstoff Bolter, for interpofing in the Difcourfe betwixt the King and Worceer? With Submiflion he does not take him up here for his unreasonable Size, but for his illtim'd and unfeafonable Chatter ing. I therefore have preferv'd the Reading of the old Books. A Chewet, or Chuet, is a no fy chattering Bird, a Pie. This Carries a proper Reproach to Fal

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ftaff for his medling and impertinent Jeft. And befides, if the Poet had intended that the Prince fhould ficer at Falaff, on Account of his Corpalency, I doubt not, but he would have called him Lofter in plain Englife, and not have wrapp'd up the Abufe in the French Word Ch vet. another Paffage of this Play, the Prince honefly calls him Quilt? As to Prince Henry, his Stock in this Language was fo fmall, that when he comes to be King, he hammers out one fmall Sentence of it to Princefs Catharine, and tells her, It is as eay for him to conger the Kingdom as to f cak fo much more French. THEOBALD.

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